Yan Bing was so tired that he slept from day to night, and then slept until early the next morning.
He stood up slowly and rubbed his eyes.
Why am I at the inn??
She got up and asked Zhao Er downstairs. After listening to his description, she found out that it was her senior brother and fifteenth senior brother who sent her back.
Just as he was about to go out, he remembered that he was now a "swordsman" and should keep his sword close to his body. He hurriedly ran upstairs again, found Qingxuan beside the bed, picked him up and ran downstairs.
He opened the door of the inn, rushed out, and bumped into another person.
Yan Bing habitually rubbed his sore nose, thinking it was his senior brother again. When he opened his eyes, he only saw his fifteenth senior brother squatting on the ground, covering his chest.
Obviously, it is Lu Liang's turn to be on duty today.
But Yan Bing didn't know that the two of them took turns to protect him, so he thought it was just Lu Liang who came to pick him up, and didn't think much about it.
Lu Liang was in extreme pain at the moment,
His body was obviously not as strong as his senior brother's. Just now, Yan Bing suddenly jumped out, catching him off guard. In addition, Yan Bing was carrying a huge force and slammed into him. Lu Liang felt as if his chest was being hit by a flying piece.
The incoming boulder hit him, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.
At that moment, I couldn't breathe evenly. I covered my chest and kept coughing. My originally fair face turned red from holding back.
Yan Bing was frightened and hurried forward to rub his back and fan him.
After a while, Lu Liang managed to straighten up, and the first thing he said was: "Little junior sister, you have the physique of a human weapon. From now on, try to keep an eye on the road when you go out. If you bump into someone accidentally, you may cause trouble."
…….”
Yan Bing's face turned red, and he felt apologetic for a long time.
The two exchanged a few words and it was time to set off.
But here comes the problem.
Lu Liang's character was not as rough as Feng Chen's. Although he had seen how his senior brother appeared several times with his junior sister "on his back", he wanted to imitate him, but looking at the young junior sister's thin and white neck, he hesitated again and again, his face
The last burst of red clouds made me unable to let go...
But if you don’t grab the collar on the back of your neck, where can you grab it?
Grab the sleeve, if it flies halfway and the sleeve breaks, the little junior sister will throw it out..., no.
Grabbing the collar? It's like picking a fight..., no.
Grabbing your ankles? Wasn’t the bottom of your skirt completely exposed? It’s even worse.
Yan Bing looked at his fifteenth senior brother, raised his left hand, put it down, raised it again, and put it down again.
His face was still red and purple for a while.
I probably guessed my senior brother’s troubles.
He turned around in a "sensible" manner, stretched his collar on the back of his neck with his hands, and said with his back to Lu Liang: "Catch here, it's okay, I'm used to it...╮(╯▽╰)╭"
Lu Liang's face turned red again and he said, "Then, let's go."
After saying that, he slowly grabbed the collar of the back of Yan Bing's neck, then kicked off the ground, stepped onto the roof beam of the tile-roofed house, and sped towards the blacksmith shop.
While flying, he said: "Yesterday, senior brother was afraid that no one would look at the shop and lose things, so he spent the night in the blacksmith shop. Let's go and meet senior brother first."
"Okay, I can use the other sword today." Yan Bing responded.
Lu Liang just nodded.
Being shy, he didn't know what to talk about, so he simply kept his head down and continued flying between the treetops and tile-roofed houses.
Yan Bing had nothing to do, so he held his chest with his hands and fell into deep thought.
Although, after seeing Qinggong and Sword Qi, Newton and Archimedes' coffin boards could no longer be saved.
But from the fact that I can make sword embryos for hundreds of steelmaking in this era, it means that the knowledge of physics and chemistry I master can still be used in this world, at least it can be used to make money.
If you have money, what should you do first?
Lu Liang landed on the ground again, kicked hard on the beam of the tiled house, and the two of them rose into the air again.
But a huge reaction force followed, and Yan Bing felt her neck tighten again... so tight that she almost spit out half of her tongue.
No need to think about it!
Buy a house first... without delay!!!
Otherwise, with this daily "commute to and from get off work" process, one day the clothes can no longer withstand it, and if they fall off, they will fall to death.
If your body can no longer bear it, you will strangle yourself one day, and you will die anyway.
So it’s better to buy a house! Don’t delay!
After a while, the two of them arrived at the blacksmith shop, and Lu Liang carefully placed Yan Bing on the ground.
The senior brother is currently drinking tea leisurely in the blacksmith shop.
After Yan Bing stepped forward to say hello, he ran to the stove and started to make the second sword embryo.
Due to sufficient preparations and the accumulation of countless previous failures, Yan Bing also mastered the heat and the weight of the recipe.
A batch of newly fried molten steel was quickly poured into the mold.
After the molding is cooled, the yellow mud is peeled off and quenched in the fire again.
Relying on his own brute strength, he quickly completed nearly a hundred exercises.
Before noon, another sword embryo, which was made from hundreds of steel, was also made.
The next step is to polish...
Yan Bing dug out the wooden boards, wooden strips, cowhide and other materials he had bought before.
Cut the cowhide into strips and sew them together to make a transmission belt.
Then use wooden strips and boards to make the frame.
Then, I found a hammer and a chisel, and chisel-by-chisel changed a slightly larger whetstone in the blacksmith shop into the shape of a small grindstone, fixed it on a shelf made of wooden planks, and used the scraps left by the blacksmith.
, made several gears and drive shafts, finally installed and fixed them, and then installed the drive belt.
A small foot-operated knife sharpening machine is ready.
Although the disadvantage is that it is not very durable and requires manual pedals.
But this will greatly reduce the time and energy required to grind metal.
Looking at his "great achievements" in front of him, Yan Bing put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly in his heart.
Finally, I can proudly say, "Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will not be afraid of traveling around the world."
Just as I was feeling proud..., suddenly the image of "Pingtou Mountain" flashed through my mind... and I felt a chill on my back... The overwhelming sense of pride just now was like being poured a basin of cold water on me, and I calmed down a lot.
Yan Bing was sharpening his knife while letting his imagination run wild.
In the future, which one is more cost-effective: the mass production of aircraft and artillery, or the mass production of "weapons of mass destruction" like the old man? God came up with the question.
When he lowered his head again, he saw that the sword embryo was twisted and twisted by himself, and he couldn't help but feel a headache.
So I got more energetic and polished it extremely seriously.
But still can't get the hang of it.
The blade of the sword is so crooked, especially the tip, that it almost looks like a "Tang Dao".
Yan Bing sighed and said to himself: I have knowledge and theory...but I can't imitate my craftsmanship...If I keep sharpening like this, this sword will be useless...
It’s useless! Then I’ll make another one!
Having made up his mind, Yan Bing started to step on the pressure plate again, causing the whetstone to spin rapidly again.
"Little girl, you don't have to do everything by yourself in this world..." The senior brother ran up behind her at some point and said something cold, which startled Yan Bing.
The senior brother bent down, looked at Yan Bing and continued: "If you have to do everything yourself, you will be exhausted to death..."
Yan Bing turned around, looked at his senior brother and said, "That's the truth, but...,"
"But what? It's nothing but, give me the sword and leave the rest to the senior brother. You go and watch from the side, you are clumsy." The senior brother pointed at himself with his thumb.
Upon hearing this, Yan Bing immediately asked happily: "Senior Brother, do you know how to sharpen swords?"
"No..." Feng Chen said simply.
Yan Bing instantly looked disappointed.
What are you talking about?
"But I can try." Feng Chen continued with another evil smile.
……………….
He is truly worthy of being the disciple brought out by his master...
I’ll give you full marks for this wave of cupping….
Yan Bing sighed and handed the sword embryo to his senior brother.
The senior brother first imitated Yan Bing's example and stepped on the pedal twice. He roughly understood the operation method of the lathe. He felt that he was almost used to it and started grinding.
Yan Bing stood and watched from the side. His brows were furrowed at first, then gradually relaxed, and finally he was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
In just a cup of tea, the originally frizzy sword embryo was polished into a shape by the senior brother.
The blade of the sword is regular, and the blades on both sides are polished to be extremely sharp and bright. It looks extremely ferocious and makes people shudder. There is no trace of the previous appearance.
Yan Bing suddenly understood at this moment that senior brother and master deal with swords every day, how can they sharpen their swords?...
Seeing that the sword body was basically ready to be sharpened, the senior brother found a rectangular whetstone and polished some minor flaws to make it perfect.
It looks almost done.
He began to hold up the sword and looked at it from left to right. It was bright and shining, and bursts of evil energy came from the sword's edge...
The eldest brother nodded, and then lightly flicked the sword with his fingers.
A phoenix chirping like a loud bell echoed in the ears and would not stop for a long time.
"Hmm! Not bad, the sound sounds extraordinary... I just don't know how hard it is..." Senior Brother touched his chin and muttered to himself.
Yan Bing smiled and said, "Elder brother, you can give it a try,"
After saying that, Yan Bing picked up a finished iron sword from the corner of the blacksmith shop, raised it in the air, and shouted: "Come!"
When the senior brother saw the little girl's posture, he was shocked and said quickly: "If iron weapons fight against each other, even if they win, they will inevitably cause damage to each other. Junior sister has worked so hard... Why don't we try it with a wooden stick?"
"
Yan Bing chuckled and didn't say anything. He just pursed his lips at the iron sword in his hand.
Seeing that he couldn't resist, the senior brother said: "Okay, you asked me to chop this. If it breaks, don't blame senior brother!" After saying that, he raised his hand disapprovingly and waved it hard!
Only a "clang" sound was heard!
The iron sword in Yan Bing's hand was broken at the waist, and the half of the sword flew out with a "puff" and plunged directly into the mud outside the store.
Looking at the crack of the iron sword, it is as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of burrs.
The senior brother hurriedly checked the sword in his hand. He was shocked. Not to mention the broken blade, not even a trace of the curled blade could be found. He shouted in panic: "What kind of monster is this!?"
The fifteenth senior brother also became curious and hurriedly came over to examine the sword body of Bai Liangang. They were also stunned on the spot.
Yan Bing just smiled and took out the "Broken Rock" and "Like Water" with only the hilt and handguard left in his arms...
