There was a harsh sound, and forty shaped Huben knives were thrust into the cold well water at the same time.
The whole square seemed to have turned into a fairyland, filled with white mist.
The white mist was filled with excited roars.
"Brother Zhou, it's done again!"
Zhang Yibei shouted at the top of his lungs.
Since Xiao Zongshui assigned the task that day, Zhou Shu gathered Zhang Yibei and others in the square to build soldiers together.
Xiao Zongshui has no objection to this. It doesn't matter where he does it, as long as the result satisfies him.
He even personally arranged for handymen to help Zhou Shu and others build work sheds in the square.
After learning the breathing method taught by Zhou Shu, a group of weapon-casting apprentices worked hard for a while, and finally succeeded in casting the Tiger Ben Sword on the seventh day.
Although it is still difficult for them to cast independently, after realizing the extraordinary breathing method taught by Zhou Shu, everyone is very motivated and can't wait to work twelve hours a day!
However, Zhou Shu is not Xiao Papi. He knows the principle of combining work and rest, and although it was delayed for a few days, overall, it is not too difficult to complete the task of casting three thousand Huben knives in three months.
Nowadays, forty people work together to forge weapons. Even if they only successfully forge one weapon every day, it is still forty.
One month is 1,200 pieces, and 3,000 pieces in three months is more than enough.
This is because Zhou Shu did not include himself.
In addition to leading the people to forge once a day, he will also forge a Tiger Blade by himself when everyone is resting.
Zhang Yibei and others saw that Zhou Shu was more talented than them and worked harder than them, so none of them were willing to rest.
As a result, they spent twelve hours a day, and except for three hours for sleeping, they spent almost all of the rest of their time forging soldiers.
As a result, the speed of casting soldiers far exceeded Zhou Shu's expectations.
With half a month left before the three-month deadline, they actually completed the task ahead of schedule!
"Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, three thousand!"
Zhang Yibei counted the quantity, his face full of excitement.
"Brother Zhou, we did it!"
Zhang Yibei said excitedly, "In two and a half months, we actually forged three thousand Tiger Ben knives!"
"Thank you everyone."
Zhou Shu also said happily.
"This is all thanks to you, Brother Zhou!"
Wu Laoliu said loudly, "If it weren't for Brother Zhou who taught us the family secrets, how could we have done this?"
"Since I learned Brother Zhou's breathing technique, I feel that my weapon-making skills have improved by at least 50%! Brother Zhou, you are really our great benefactor!"
Weapon-making skills are the ability for weapon-making apprentices to settle down and make a living. The improvement of weapon-making skills will definitely be of great significance to their future lives.
Weapon-casting apprentices also have levels. A skilled weapon-casting apprentice and a rookie weapon-casting apprentice will receive different treatment in the Weapon-casting Department, and the monthly salary may even be more than double the difference.
"Don't say this again, it's all to complete the task."
Zhou Shu shook his head and said.
"Brother Zhang, please make a trip and ask Mr. Xiao to come over and accept the Tiger Ben knife."
Zhou Shu cupped his hands towards Zhang Yibei and said.
"No problem."
Zhang Yibei readily agreed, wiped the sweat from his upper body with a towel, and strode towards Xiao Zongshui's residence.
Wu Laoliu diligently helped Zhou Shu move a stool, and other weapon-making apprentices spontaneously stood behind Zhou Shu and fanned him.
This kind of scene has happened frequently in the past two months. No matter how much Zhou Shu refused, it was useless, so he simply let them go.
If an uninformed person saw this scene, they would probably think that Zhou Shu was the boss of this workshop.
But having said that, in the eyes of people like Zhang Yibei and Wu Laoliu, Zhou Shu may be more authoritative than Xiao Zongshui.
After two months of transitioning from frugality to extravagance, Zhou Shu himself had become somewhat accustomed to other people's attentiveness.
This is not good, not good——
Zhou Shu shook his head, his eyes flashed with light, and the map of the divine weapons appeared in front of his eyes.
As soon as I thought about it, the book had turned to the page about the sharp long sword.
The content on the page is the same as before. The only change is that the small characters after the title have changed to 100!
In the past two months, Zhou Shu has been casting the Huben knife, which is this sharp standard long knife.
The numbers on this divine weapon map also continue to increase as he casts them.
However, after it was increased to one hundred, no matter how Zhou Shu cast it, this number would never increase.
"The number will stop increasing when it reaches one hundred, which means that the most I can receive feedback from is these one hundred Tiger Blades."
Xiao Zongshui couldn't get over it for a while, and Zhou Shu had no desire to chat with Wu Laoliu and others. The content of these people's chats included women, and Zhou Shu couldn't talk to them at all.
So he thought about the map of the divine weapons.
"The Tiger Ben knives I forged are not numbered. I don't know which one hundred will give me feedback after killing an enemy. After these one hundred are damaged, will the rest be automatically replenished?"
Zhou Shu complained in his heart. According to his original plan, he planned to forge hundreds of Tiger Ben knives. After killing an enemy with one Tiger Ben knives, the divine weapon map would reflect two years of cultivation. With a few hundred knives, that would be two
Hundreds of years of cultivation.
Fortunately now, the Divine Weapon Map has even set an upper limit.
One hundred, even if they kill at the same time, they can only give you feedback on two hundred years of cultivation.
If someone could hear what he was saying, he would definitely curse.
Two hundred years of cultivation, is that all?
Others have worked hard for two hundred years, but you can get it in the blink of an eye. Isn’t this satisfactory?
But Zhou Shu is really not satisfied. Two hundred years of cultivation is really not much.
He carefully calculated that if he wanted to practice Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to the tenth level, it would take more than two thousand years of cultivation!
This is only the tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth levels. Each level requires thousands or even thousands of years of cultivation.
In comparison, two hundred years of cultivation is really not enough.
Zhou Shu now roughly understands that the cultivation level reported by the Divine Weapon Atlas is actually calculated based on his own cultivation speed. Two years of cultivation may sound like a lot, but in fact it is just that.
After all, his body's own qualifications are not very good.
Just like the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, Jin Lun Dharma King has reached the tenth level. Has he really practiced it for more than two thousand years?
This person's physical aptitudes are too poor, and with a millennium of cultivation, a genius might have developed it in just a few decades.
Therefore, he will not be confused by this cultivation level, nor will he think that a thousand years of cultivation will make him invincible.
This is a world of high martial arts. It is just a matter of course to open mountains and cut off rivers. Even if you have achieved the thirteenth layer of dragon and elephant prajna, you may not be called a master.
So, low-key, low-key is the way to go.
Anyway, I am a blacksmith now, and I will not easily meet a master...
Zhou Shu thought to himself, suddenly, the map of the divine weapons moved without any wind.
He didn't know how many pages he had turned before, before his eyes, a light flashed, and a blank page of paper seemed to have an invisible pen writing on it.
"This is——"
Zhou Shu was overjoyed. He had seen this scene once before, and that time, he got a sharp standard long knife.
Now, are you going to get a new weapon-making secret recipe?
The content on the page appeared very quickly, and in an instant, a lifelike long knife appeared in front of Zhou Shu.
The blade is long and narrow, with a thick back, and the first end of the handle is an oblate ring.
"The first sword of a hundred refinements!"
The title appeared, the name of the sword, the first of hundreds of refinements!
Zhou Shu had heard of the Ring-Shou Sword in his previous life.
The Huanshou Sword, also known as the Han Sword, is the ancestor of the Chinese sword. It was the most advanced and most lethal close-quarters cold weapon in the world at that time.
The Huanshou Dao's blade is more than one meter long. The straight and narrow blade is rough but not delicate, and contains an unprecedented murderous aura. The thick back of the knife can easily withstand the stress of violent slashing.
It is no exaggeration to say that it was precisely because of the Huanshou Sword that strong Han people were born. It was the Huanshou Sword that defeated the Xiongnu and gave the Han Dynasty the confidence to "those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are."
This Hundred Refined Ring Sword is not exactly the same as the Han Dao in Zhou Shu's previous life, but it can be seen that it is much stronger than the standard long sword.
At the same time, it is more difficult to cast than a sharp standard long knife. Bailian has already demonstrated its difficulty in casting.
"Is it because the quota for sharp standard long knives is full, so new weapons appear?"
Zhou Shu was not worried about the difficulty of casting the First Hundred Refining Ring Sword. When the name of the First Hundred Refining Ring Sword appeared, the method of casting the First Hundred Refining Ring Sword had automatically appeared in his mind.
Even the muscles all over his body are affected by special power, as if he has forged countless hundreds of Huanshou swords and his body has formed muscle memory.
Without trying, Zhou Shu can be sure that as long as he takes action, he can cast the Hundred Refining Ring First Sword immediately!
"Does that mean that when I cast a hundred hundred-refined ring-shou swords, the next weapon will appear?"
"The sharp standard long knife has brought me the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, and the Hundred-Refined Ring-Shou Knife, what feedback can it give me?"
Zhou Shu's hands felt a little itchy, and he wished he could cast the Hundred Refining Ring Sword immediately.
It's a pity that the situation is not suitable now, and even if he casts it, he may not have a chance to kill him.
Unless he is willing to hand over the Bailian Huanshou Sword to Xiao Zongshui, and then let Xiao Zongshui sell it to the army.
That's definitely not possible. Not to mention that Xiao Papi can pluck his hair, Zhou Shu couldn't explain the origin of the Bailian Huanshou Sword.
The sharp standard long sword can also be said to be developed by him in a flash of inspiration, the Hundred Refined Ring Sword, but it is a brand-new weapon that cannot be developed by a weapon-casting apprentice.
"Don't be in a hurry to cast the Hundred Refined Ring First Sword. We will consider it when we are stronger..."
"Master Xiao is here!"
Zhang Yibei's voice sounded far away, reminding Zhou Shudao.