Chapter 13 There is meat in cage cakes, not in the skin
"'To make iron, you need to be hard yourself'. For a blacksmith, the root of hardness lies in the feet and the Qi throughout the body. 'Qi is born in the bones and connected to the tendons.' How to connect the Qi requires the persistence of the steps.
The ring can neutralize and stretch the muscles and bones."
There is something unique about Master Zhong being able to become the master of a forging room, so let Chen Mou put on a common stance.
Chen Mou set up a "fireworks pile" under the gaze of three people, practicing as he usually does, with his body swinging like a swaying flame.
Master Zhong signaled that it was okay. He knew several commonly used fire-moving stakes very well. He reached out and grabbed a sledgehammer from the ground and said to Chen Mou: "Look carefully, how I use the 'firework stake' to forge tools." Wan Lin was so excited that he hurriedly picked up the iron pliers and the small hammer. He had not seen Master Zhong use the sledgehammer for a long time.
A forge made of iron and an apprentice made of flowing water.
He has been in Master Zhong's blacksmithing room for five years. From a young junior to a senior brother, his ambition is to become Master Zhong's registered disciple and learn some real skills. Even if he leaves the blacksmithing room in the future, he can rely on his skills to go to work.
A small shop becomes a master.
Following Junior Brother Chen, I was able to see Master Zhong demonstrate his basic skills.
Compared to the two newcomers and apprentices, he learned something new by reviewing the past and learned more things that he had not noticed before.
Following the signal from the bell master, Wan Lin used iron pliers to pick up a long iron bar and stuffed it into the fire. After receiving the order, Xue Biao pulled the bellows vigorously, and a rhythmic "hu da hu da" sound sounded in the forge. Master Zhong gestured with a hammer and explained to Chen Mou how to use ordinary "firework piles" to enhance the effect of forging.
For blacksmiths, forging iron and making weapons is just like practicing martial arts.
Soon the iron bar burned red, and Wan Lin used pliers to pick it out and put it on the anvil. He understood that Master Zhong wanted to make a sword, and this iron bar was originally a semi-finished product that had been tempered many times.
The sound of "ding-ding-dong" was heard in the forging room, the sledgehammers and small hammers were densely packed like rain, making it dizzying, and the sparks were as bright as the stars splashing.
Chen Mou watched Master Zhong's every move carefully. As Master Zhong occasionally explained aloud, he kept showing expressions of enlightenment, and had a different understanding of the "fireworks pile" taught to him by Fan Laodao.
There are specialties in the art, and ordinary fireworks can be used like this under the guidance of Master Zhong.
All kinds of inspirations are flying like sparks. Youdao is to "draw inferences from one example" and he thought of many things.
Master Zhong kept swinging the hammer with both hands, and the stance under his feet gradually transitioned into something like a pile but not a pile at all.
"The breath is even and even, the strength is loose and tight. You should pay attention to understand the true meaning of my transformation using a hammer like a fist combined with a pile of steps. 'The form is invisible, the intention is unintentional, and the true meaning comes out of the unintentional', 'There is no order, the law is impossible, and there is no way.
This is the true Dharma. Keep your eyes and mind in mind and always understand it."
Listening to Master Zhong's explanation alone, Chen Mou concentrated all his energy on memorizing these secret tips and the hammering techniques demonstrated by Master Zhong.
Master Zhong didn’t want to owe him a favor, so he paid it back to him in this way.
How much he can understand depends on his own ability. Master Zhong will definitely not teach like this next time.
When the color of the iron bar faded, Wan Lin hit the hammer twice and put the iron bar into the fire for re-forging.
No one in the room spoke, the three apprentices were digesting it silently.
Master Zhong swung a sledgehammer and hammered the tempered iron bar six times, turning the semi-finished product into an ordinary three-foot-three-inch sword. He then took the small hammer to shape the fixed blade, and hammered it. He was busy for another half.
For more than an hour, Wan Lin was not allowed to intervene.
"Close the door and seal the window."
Following Master Zhong's instructions, Wan Lin closed the door and lowered the bamboo curtain to block the light from the window.
The whole forge was almost in darkness, except for the bright light from the furnace.
Master Zhong spread a few pieces of charcoal in the stove to let it burn evenly. He placed the cooled sword embryo on the charcoal, and Wan Lin slowly pulled the bellows to control the fire. Master Zhong paid attention to the flames and the red color of the sword embryo.
Change, this is the most critical step in forging a magic weapon.
When there was an imperceptible shadow change from the red sword body to the middle of the sword tail, Master Zhong waited a moment and decisively picked up the bright sword embryo with pliers and threw it into the cold water of the stone trough to quench it.
"Pfft", the water vapor and white mist rose violently.
Wan Lin quickly opened all the doors and windows. He was the senior brother and he wanted to take the lead and set an example.
Next time, there is no need for him to do such a small thing personally. Anyone with a keen eye can just wait and see if he shouts and moves. It doesn't matter if he is stupid. If you scold him a few times, you will have a long memory.
The rules in the forge are that the older ones can discipline the younger ones, and even beat them with their hands.
After waiting for a while, he used pliers to pick up the sword embryo from the water.
"The rest of the handling, opening, and scabbard are left to you."
Master Zhong glanced at the sword embryo covered with irregular flame patterns. He used the simplest materials to create low-level magic weapons. He was experienced and rarely made cracking mistakes. He added: "This sword is for Chen Mou. You can find Hong
The shopkeeper will report it."
Chen Mou, who came closer to admire the sword, was stunned for a moment, pretending to be overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.
I heard Senior Brother Wan say yesterday that making a sword for an apprentice is a benefit for apprentices who have worked for more than a year. Whether to give a sharp mortal weapon or a low-level magic weapon depends entirely on the forge master's decision.
The Forging Pavilion will not interfere.
The sword in front of him was forged by Master Zhong himself. He had only been here for a day and already received this honor. Master Zhong was so kind to him that he was the only one who loved him.
It's so good that he will be "looked at differently" by his senior brother in the blacksmithing room and take special care of him.
He is afraid of trouble and does not want to be an apprentice but also wants to scheming.
Are you tired?
Wan Lin agreed with a smile. When Master Zhong left, he put down the sword bar, opened the two cabinet doors on the upper and lower sides of the iron cabinet on the wall, and asked with a smile: "Junior brother Chen, come and choose the hilt and scabbard of the sword. Is it suitable for you?"
This magical weapon will do the trick."
Xue Biao looked at the show with a silly smile on his face.
From yesterday to today, he was reprimanded several times by Master Zhong. Regardless of whether he was right or wrong, he was always scolded.
Finally it was the turn of another newcomer, who was put on the fire and roasted, and he immediately felt that it was useful.
Chen Mou didn't know what to do, so he went over to take a look, and said with a smile: "He who can do more work, please help me, Senior Brother Wan, to help me decide, I don't know anything, just choose the most common one, the cage cake has meat, not
On the skin."
He doesn't give the other party any reason to beat him.
Everything happens once and twice. It’s all about apprenticeship, so why fight among ourselves?
Wan Lin laughed and said, "Okay, if the choice is ugly then, don't blame me."
"How dare you, how dare you, when the salary is paid next month, I will invite senior brother to have a drink at Youran Residence." Seeing that Wan Lin retreated in the face of difficulty, Chen Mou also accepted the offer and glanced at Fatty Hei again, adding, "Here we go."
Together with Senior Brother Xue."
He and Fatty Xue have not decided who is the senior brother and who is the junior brother. They call each other senior brother politely on the surface, but in the bottom of their hearts they wish they were senior brothers and everyone wanted to be on top.
Wan Lin grinned and said: "Okay, let's go together."
Xue Biao said that he would go with him. He was closely following the footsteps of his senior brother.
After choosing the matching hilt and scabbard, he spent some time installing and polishing them. Wan Lin took the two of them to the grinding room at the outermost edge of the West House, instructing them to identify the textures and thicknesses of various grinding stones and their different functions.
How to sharpen the angle of a sword while dripping water and other techniques.
Opening a front is a cumbersome job, boring and time-consuming, and requires patience.
It was getting dark, and Chen Mou wore a sword with a black pear wood engraved bronze scabbard on his waist. He walked out of the Forging Pavilion with Wan Lin and Xue Biao, and said goodbye. He walked to the east alone. Wan Lin and Xue Biao went there talking and laughing.
Heading west.
On the way, I bought two old forging hammers, one long and one short, and an old-fashioned three-hole, 200-pound anvil in a grocery store.
He wanted to return to the yard to practice while he felt fresh, and he had no intention of wasting time on Wan Lin.