The hammer gently hit the red blade, and golden-red sparks splashed out, quickly dimming as they flew in the air, and finally turned into black and light fly ash floating in the room.
The blade that has been driven into the talisman structure is undergoing the final step of modification. During the hammering, the powerful hammer head flattens the last uneven spot on the fish scale pattern on the blade surface.
"Stab-"
The fish scale knife was inserted into the thick quenching oil, and along with a stream of white smoke, a pungent and strange smell emerged.
The deep-colored oil produced wonderful changes when it came into contact with the entire blade. The blade became harder, the blade became tougher, and the lines like fish scales began to glow with green light.
Pull the cooled knife out of the oil. The fish scale knife flashes with cold light and does not stick to any oil. It is a good knife.
The bearded blacksmith slashed at the target not far away with his knife. Amidst the whistling sound like a wave, pieces of knife energy that looked like fish scales flew out and pierced the wooden target full of holes.
After that, the sword energy that was supposed to go straight into the wall behind the target made a sharp turn in mid-air and flew back to the blade in a smooth arc.
The light cyan sword energy melted into the fish-scale sword of the same shape. The blacksmith felt that the demonic energy returning from the handle to the body was almost intact, and then he nodded with satisfaction, picked up a standard scabbard on the table and put the sword into its sheath.
The sword is named Fish Scale, and it is a low-grade mass-produced weapon of the Sheng family.
The fish scale sword energy produced by this sword still retains its power in the water, and it can also retract the sword energy for recovery. However, it only sells for more than two hundred taels of silver. Bibohai is famous for its low price and high quality, and it is the best-selling god in the Sheng family.
As one of the soldiers, many of the low-level monks on the boat were willing to buy one.
"We've done enough counting for today. You all should go back. It's still early and you can go have a drink."
Several of his apprentices immediately packed up the tools they had used for the day, put the six fish-scale knives they had made today on a small cart, and then respectfully bid farewell to their master.
After walking out of the forging room, he immediately happily discussed which pub he wanted to go to for a drink, no longer being as reserved as he was in front of the master.
"I have been in this underground workshop for ten years. My daughter should be as tall as these apprentices outside."
Wuying listened to the sounds outside, sighed slightly in his heart, put back his distant thoughts, pushed the cart and walked out. He still had to store the magic weapon he had built in the warehouse before he could finish today's work.
But taking one step forward, Wu Ying keenly noticed that there was a hint of mist in the fire-lit room. This was something he had not seen for ten years since he came to this dark underground.
Instinct made him pull out the fish scale knife he had at hand. You must know that even in the Sheng family's tightly controlled underground workshop, there will be several murders every year. Even if most of the murderers can be caught, the dead people will not survive.
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Even though the Sheng family can provide free and abundant food and drink, there are only 20,000 people with workshops. There are hundreds of gambling houses, brothels, taverns, theater troupes, storytellers and other entertainment in the living area, which is non-stop twelve hours a day.
However, people who have been trapped in a small workshop for a long time will still become irritable, irritable, and sensitive. Every year, some people commit suicide and some kill people. Some of these incidents are due to hatred, some are out of love, and some are just pure pain...
The scale-like sword light reflected on the fish-scale knife. Wu Ying stared at the only door of the forging room and held his breath. Once someone opened the door, he would be greeted by a piece of fish-scale knife light.
The fog in the room was getting thicker and thicker. Wuying couldn't see where it came from. Obviously there was no smoke pouring into the cracks in the door. This strange sight made a thin layer of cold sweat break out on his forehead.
"Wu Ying, born twenty years ago, was born in Canglan City. He lost his father and mother when he was young. He signed a contract of sale with the iron shop of the Sheng family and was able to have a full meal in his early years."
"Forty-five years ago, I met my wife Wu through someone's introduction. A year later, I became pregnant with a daughter. My life was originally happy. But when I was twenty-eight, my knife-making skills were recognized by the boss of the shop.
With the approval of the master, I was taught the art of water tempering iron."
"You are lucky. Only four of the ten people in the same batch succeeded in practicing the spell, and the rest were turned into mummies. But you are also unlucky. After practicing the spell, you, a slave who signed the contract, was taken to this place.
Workshop, you have to pay off the debt for the thousands of worthless meals in your early years, and you will not be able to see the sun again until you are old."
A man's voice rang in his ears, but Wuying looked around with a knife but didn't see a single figure, so he immediately yelled.
"Who is pretending? Do you think you can scare me by asking for some information about me? I have been a blacksmith all my life, and I have never been afraid of anyone. I have the ability to show off my sword and attack."
"Did the Sheng family promise you that as long as you work here with peace of mind, they will let you go when you can't swing the hammer? That's all lies. No one can leave here alive except the people of the Sheng family.
"
Invisible ripples swept by, and the man's voice reached his ears through the mist, seeming to become particularly sincere. Wuying's eyes quickly struggled with the words, and all the worries of the past burst out from deep in his heart.
"If you can really leave, why have you never heard of the rumors about the Shengjia Workshop when you were on the ground? What kind of method can make everyone who goes out keep it secret? You have not made any guesses in your mind for so many years.
?"
The words completely shook the middle-aged man's will. The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he fell to his knees, clutching his heart.
The faces of his gentle wife and lovely daughter flashed before his eyes one after another, but Wuying found that ten years had made it difficult for him to remember what they looked like. This discovery made him so heartbroken that he could not breathe.
A man wearing a Rakshasa mask and with winding horns on his head appeared in the mist. He walked to Wuying and squatted down, caressing Wuying's head and comforted her.
"I came from outside and wanted to pick up something from the Sheng family. When I leave, I can take someone with me and let him return to the ground. Are you willing to seize this opportunity?"
"I do, I do..."
Wuying raised his head, his face full of tears. Among them were his unwillingness to be trapped here all his life, and also his longing for his relatives. He only had one thought in his mind now, which was to try every means to get out of here.
Sensing the paranoia stirred up by the other party, a silent smile appeared on Du Kang's lips.
【Horn Planting Method·Sheep's Horn·Bewitchment】
Du Kang has been wandering around the workshop for a long time. Except for the fact that there were too many middle-level monks on the third floor and he was worried that the boat would capsize in the sewer, he didn't stay long. He had already walked around everywhere else.
However, he discovered that the magic weapon warehouse and material warehouse he wanted to go to were not easily accessible. Not only were the two adjacent warehouses blocked by ground suppression formations, but they were also extremely tightly defended. Only craftsmen with a certain status could enter.
Only the master can deliver and receive materials with his own token.
That's why Du Kang set his sights on Wu Ying.
When Du Kang was observing the terrain in the workshop, he heard craftsmen passing by chatting casually about Wu Ying. He suddenly felt that this was the person he was looking for and that he had the responsibility to save Wu Ying from fire and water.
This was Du Kang's outpouring of compassion due to Wu Ying's experience, but it was definitely not because Wu Ying had the authority to enter and exit the two warehouses, nor was it because he had family members in the outside world and was more likely to be deceived and defeated.
Absolutely not!
Maybe there was a more suitable candidate than Wu Ying in this workshop of 20,000 people, but Du Kang was very pressed for time, and after seeing the effect of the bewitchment on him, he happily decided that it was him.
He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and the original Rakshasa ghost face and goat horns all melted away, and a face exactly like Wu Ying appeared on Du Kang's face. He lifted up Wu Ying who was crying and said with a kind face.
"Now, tell me what you need to pay attention to when going to the warehouse."
…
squeak--
The metal door closed gently, Wu Ying skillfully locked the door with a bunch of keys on his waist, said hello to the acquaintances passing by, and pushed the trolley with the fish scale knives into the depths of the workshop.
This is the second floor of the workshop.
Thick stone pillars on both sides of the passage support this huge building. It is when work is over, and people are coming and going on the road. There are groups of apprentices having fun, and magic soldiers like Wuying pushing carts to deliver weapons.
Craftsman.
The warehouse can only be entered by the master craftsman who leads the same room alone. This creates this strange situation where the master is busy and the apprentice is idle. This is also a strange thing in this workshop.
The roadside oil lamps infused with whale oil are lit only every other one. It is said that this is a new rule established by the Sheng family to save money. In some dark corners where the oil lamps cannot illuminate, pairs of men and women can be seen hugging each other from time to time.
A closed small society of 20,000 people will always have some strange customs that adapt to the social structure, and the open relationship between men and women is one of them.
Because of the sufficient supply of supplies in the Sheng family, people here never have to worry about their livelihood. With food, warmth and depression, people naturally have to do things they love and indulge their desires more in order to escape from the painful life for a moment.
In addition, there are many forging furnaces in the workshop, and men and women generally wear cooler clothes. Naturally, the smell of love is everywhere.
It is said that 80% of children born in workshops cannot find their biological father.
Of course, with the support of the Sheng family, it doesn't matter whether there is a father or not. The children will always grow up smoothly, and then they will repeat the life of their parents and join the life of a screw.
Amid the pervasive smell of gunpowder smoke, Wu Ying walked through the long passage and walked the cart up a long slope to the third floor. The workshop's warehouse was right in front of her.
The material warehouse and the finished product warehouse are built next to each other, like two abyss standing on the third floor. The long queues of craftsmen are like food that automatically walks into the mouth of a giant beast and is swallowed by them.
Wu Ying silently observed the layout of the surrounding buildings and the distribution of manpower, especially the location of the twenty or so mid-level monks on the third floor, and felt relieved. They were all busy at their respective posts, and no one came to the warehouse.
Snapped!
A slender hand with bronze skin patted Wuying's shoulder, and a fiery body leaned over with a fragrant breeze, and a sweet voice accompanied the body.
"Brother Ying, you haven't come to see me for a while. Don't just remember the clanking sound of the sledgehammer all day long and forget that the snapping sound is also the most beautiful thing in the world."
'Wu Ying' turned his head slightly and saw a woman's face with a bit of heroic spirit.
She has short hair, crescent-shaped smiling eyes, rouge lips, shiny bronze skin, a strapless tube top wrapped around her body, a ruby inlaid on her belly button, and two slender calves under her knee-length trousers.
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This is a woman!
This was Du Kang's first thought. It turns out that Wuying, a good man who misses his wife and children, behaved like this for ten years underground. If I become like him, I can meet a concubine just by walking out. I don't know what he is doing behind his back.
Are there more?
The moment he saw the woman, Du Kang had already had many thoughts in his mind, and was already considering whether to leave Wu Ying in this gentle village when he escaped from trouble, so as not to miss him after he left.
At this moment, a red lip attacked Du Kang. He could only stop his thoughts, stretched out his hand to block the path of the red lip, and pushed the woman who was standing on tiptoes back to the ground.
Du Kang is not a gentleman, but he is treated as another man by a woman, and the morality in his heart does not allow him to do anything that crosses the line.
Even though he had traveled less than half a year, Du Kang, who had already killed many people, still had something like morality in his heart. This was one of the few things left over from his short life in the first world.
The woman's voice was as hot as her clothes. She leaned against a trolley and turned her head away from 'Wu Ying'. There were many people around her looking over here, as if they wanted to see the excitement.
Du Kang didn't want to attract attention, so he could only quickly glance at the other party's information on the panel. As an "old lover", he at least wanted to know the other party's name.
【Name】: Jian Zhi
[Water Tempering Iron Technique]: A special iron forging method created by the Sheng family. The impurities in the minerals can be washed with water to purify the minerals. During forging, the minerals can be softened with spiritual water. This method is extremely suitable for forging water magic weapons.
Grade: Class B
Skill: Bi Ling Shui·Gui (Second Level)
Molten iron (1st level)
Advanced conditions: All things are divided into yin and yang, and there are two types of biling water, yin and yang. Men and women can each practice Rengui. They need to have yin and yang intercourse with a monk of the opposite sex who practices this method. The biling water complements the yin and yang in the two people's bodies time and time again.
It takes time to advance.
Good guy, Wu Ying's water tempering skill has reached level B. It seems that he has been with others for a long time. I just don't know if Wu Ying has multiple partners, or he only communicates with this woman named Jian Zhi alone about his skills.
Originally, when Du Kang saw him crying under the bewitchment, he thought he was a very affectionate person, but he didn't expect that he, a thick-browed and big-eyed man, would imitate others' misbehavior.
Unfortunately, Du Kang just wanted to use Wuying's identity to get into the warehouse, and then he would take him outside, and the two of them would be separated. Unexpectedly, he would have to help him deal with women now.
Du Kang took a deep breath, walked a few steps quickly and came to Jian Zhi, smiling playfully and opening his mouth.
"I was thinking about something just now and didn't notice it was you. I thought it was some woman who covets me. You won't be angry, right?"
"Thinking about something? I think you are thinking about some naughty fox. You haven't come to see me for several days in a row. My cultivation has declined a bit."
Jian Zhi held the cart with her hands, jumped slightly, and sat on Du Kang's cart, her legs wobbling uncomfortably.
Du Kang could only push the two trolleys forward, and at the same time secretly thought to himself, what kind of talk is this, he could only talk to the woman based on some basic information he learned from Wu Ying, and spent a lot of time, but no longer mentioned cultivation.
matter, so that the other party will not post it again.
Although the other party is indeed pretty, Du Kang is a principled person.
Time passed slowly and the queue became shorter and shorter.
Finally, the person in front of Du Kang had verified the token and was released by the guard. Du Kang, who was relieved, was about to step forward when his arm was pulled by Jian Zhi.
"The warehouse we are entering is different. Shouldn't you do something before we separate?"
Jian Zhi stood on tiptoes and leaned on Du Kang's shoulder, her seductive red lips stretched out in front of her eyes.