"That's right." Zi Tong said with a straight face, "I want you to make me a knife that is thinner than a cicada's wing, no, even thinner. The thinner the better, and I want it to be as sharp as possible."
"A knife that is thinner than a cicada's wing?" Meng Fusheng repeated her words, "Generally speaking, the thinner the blade, the weaker its strength. What is such a thin knife used for?"
"I want to help someone treat their eyes. This knife is used for eye surgery." Zi Tong replied.
Meng Fusheng nodded slightly, "Okay, I understand. I'll give it a try and see if I can do it."
Seeing his serious look, Zi Tong just relaxed and patted his shoulder lightly, "Don't be too hasty, just have a good rest tonight and try it again when you have time."
Meng Fusheng just smiled and said, "Okay, it's getting late, so you should rest early. I'll go back to the academy first."
Zi Tong didn't insist and immediately stopped and watched him leave.
After Meng Fusheng left, Zi Tong returned to Zi Luan Palace where she lived. Naturally, she did not rest, but went to the practice room at the back, took out the astrolabe given to her by Mr. Baicao, and started practicing the medicine.
The road to training has no end, and the road to becoming stronger has no shortcuts.
Progress cannot happen every day. Make a little progress every day and add up to a big improvement.
While Zi Tong was practicing hard in the Zi Luan Palace, Zi Tu and Luo Jia were also practicing in the palace. At this time, Meng Fusheng had just walked out of the palace, got on the carriage and rushed back to the academy. He leaned against the carriage.
, seemingly in a daze, but actually began to ponder what Zi Tong said to him before.
Since childhood, Meng Fusheng has been very talented in refining weapons.
He has made all kinds of weapons, including swords, axes, hooks, and so on.
Generally speaking, the user's requirements for weapons are nothing more than weight, sharpness, and tolerance to star power.
A knife thinner than a cicada's wing?!
This is definitely the most challenging knife he has ever received.
Returning to the college where he lived, Meng Fusheng closed the door and walked into the room.
He immediately released the cauldron that was made from the amethyst stone that Zi Tong had given him before from the ring, and then took out another purple crystal stone and threw it into the cauldron.
As he released his star power, a ball of red star power spit out from his right hand and wrapped around the furnace cauldron.
Immediately afterwards, a ball of blue star power was also spit out from his left hand, where the red star power was intertwined.
Possessing the star power of both water and fire systems, looking at the entire Beizhou continent, it is just like a dream.
Two identical star powers acted on the cauldron one after another, and the piece of purple crystal in the cauldron shrank little by little, from a piece the size of a basketball to the size of a fist, and continued to shrink...
This shrinkage process is the purification process.
As time passed little by little, Meng Fusheng's face gradually turned pale.
After he kept refining the purple piece in the cauldron, it finally turned into a piece no bigger than half a baby's fist.
Putting away his star power, Meng Fu stood up and took out from the refining furnace the amethyst stone that had been refined with almost no magazine at all and was as exquisite as amethyst.
"The purification part has been completed. I'll try it again tomorrow night to see if I can make a knife."
Putting the things into the ring, Meng Fusheng took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.