"What are you busy with?" Zi Tong stepped into the room and did not help him push the wheelchair.
From what happened just now, she has seen Meng Fusheng's stubbornness, and also knows that this young man has a very high self-esteem. Sympathy for him and pleasing him will make him uncomfortable. The best way is to treat him as an ordinary person.
"I have received a lot of orders these days, and I have some ideas. I want to carve them out first to see if the other party is satisfied." Meng Fusheng pushed the wheelchair to the table and picked up the wood carvings from the table.
The model of the short blade was handed to her hand, "This is the rapier customized by the little princess. I haven't finished it yet."
Zi Tong raised her hand to take the model in his hand, and saw that the sword was about two feet long, with a small hilt and a slender blade. Although it was only a wooden model, it still had a hint of edge.
Meng Fusheng's talent in weapon refining is indeed extraordinary.
"This sword should be very sharp, but once such a slender sword penetrates the body, it may not be easy to pull out." Zi Tong said.
"Yes, I was thinking about this problem just now." Meng Fusheng took the short blade from her hand, "Adding some patterns or back stabs on the blade can solve this kind of problem, but if that is the case, it will inevitably affect
The sharpness of the knife.”
Zi Tong smiled, "How about adding a blood tank!"
After the blade of the knife is pierced into the body, the human muscles will instinctively contract and form pressure, making it difficult to remove the knife. Therefore, modern knives often have blood grooves engraved on the blade to allow outside air to enter to balance the muscles.
Pressure makes it easier to move the knife.
As a lover of cold weapons, Zi Tong naturally has a lot of research on these things.
"Blood tank?" Meng Fusheng looked over doubtfully.
Zi Tong stretched out her finger and lightly scratched the blade, "Make a groove here."
Meng Fusheng's eyes passed over the place where her hand had drawn, and he suddenly realized, "I understand."
At that moment, he had already taken the carving knife on the table, and with three or two strokes, he had already carved a straight groove on the sword.
Holding the hilt of the sword, he waved it gently twice, immediately showing excitement.
"Yes, this will not only solve the problem of pulling the sword, but the sword body can also be lighter without affecting the sturdiness and sharpness of the sword." Meng Fusheng smiled and looked at Zi Tong, "Zi Tong, you don't do it.
It’s such a pity for the weapon refiner!”
"I want to be a weapon refiner, where will your Qiqiao Pavilion do business?" Zi Tong joked.
Meng Fusheng laughed out loud, "That makes sense."
Putting down the sword and carving knife in his hands, Meng Fusheng turned around and pushed the wheelchair towards the inner room, "Come, I will show you what I am practicing."
The two walked into the inner room together and saw that the huge space inside was filled with various weapons, armor, protective gear and other items...
Zi Tong casually picked up the things on the table and observed them carefully. Everything here was slightly different from ordinary weapons and was unique.
Meng Fusheng was beside her, carefully explaining his improvements to her. Halfway through, he suddenly raised his hand and patted his forehead, "Look at me, the master. I haven't given you a cup of tea for so long. Just wait.
, I'll ask my servants to prepare tea for you..."
"No need!" Zi Tong pulled the back of his wheelchair, "The shop in front is too busy, we are all our own people, there is no need to be so polite, and I'm not thirsty either."
Meng Fusheng was only when she was afraid of adding trouble for herself, and sighed softly, "I'm really waste now."
"If you are a waste, there will be no useful talents that day!" Zitong's gaze swept through the unsightly loneliness on his face, put down the knife in his hand, and looked at him right. "Floating, I can see you.
The legs? "
PS: Floating Shengjun, check your body with light, ha ...