Chapter 9 To strike iron, you need to be tough yourself
Meditate and exercise for about an hour to adjust your condition to the best.
Chen Mou took out the ancient jade that was hidden close to his body from his arms, looked at it under the lamp for a while, bit his middle finger, squeezed out the blood, and roughly covered both sides of the smooth ancient jade. This is a kind of thing recorded in books.
Common ways to refining treasures.
After waiting for a while, the blood dried up, and the dirty ancient jade still showed no reaction.
Chen Mou sighed, this was forcing him to make a big move.
He closed the ancient jade with both hands and slowly adjusted his breath and movement. With the experience of using the light body technique to infuse Yuanli into his feet, he easily mobilized Yuanli to the acupoints in the palms of his hands this time.
My palms suddenly felt cold, and my body suddenly felt empty, just like that feeling of weakness afterward.
Chen Mou was not surprised but overjoyed, as long as he responded, he could meditate to recover when his energy was exhausted. He seemed to see a bright prospect of returning through ancient jade in the future.
Traveling between the two worlds, I brought back ingots of sparkling gold and silver specialties, and I also learned cool magical techniques. Just thinking about it makes me so beautiful.
How to explain the interrogation of his disappearance for two years?
If this good student thinks about it, maybe he can learn his skills a little better?
Chen Mou took the ancient jade to his eyes and took a closer look. There was a cloud-like light flickering slowly. After a moment, the ancient jade returned to its original state, and the blood stains he smeared on it also magically disappeared. He felt that there was something between him and the ancient jade.
There is some vague connection, and when you feel it carefully, you can't notice anything.
Chen Mou smiled and shook his head. He thought too much and had an illusion.
When he uses Yuan Li to feed the ancient jade, it should be time to go back?
In a happy mood, Chen Mou stood up on his toes. Suddenly, the crooks of his feet went soft, and he fell back onto the futon cushion. He was so frightened that he clutched the ancient jade tightly.
People can fall, but this treasure cannot be broken.
After adjusting the breath and doing exercises in the middle of the night, I managed to make up for the lost energy by morning.
After Chen Mou washed up, he kneaded the dough and made a fire, cooked a large bowl of egg noodles to feed the hungry Wuzang Temple, and rushed to Fangshi Street in a hurry, and found the Forging Pavilion shop on the north side of the street where the wooden boards had just been dropped.
After wandering around the street for more than a quarter of an hour, I walked into the Forging Pavilion and explained my purpose to the waiter who put down the rag and came forward.
The waiter looked up and down at the young man who was not strong in physique and looked a little pale. Did he work too hard at night? He saw the old shopkeeper behind the counter nodded slightly and said.
"Please come with me."
The backyard of Duobing Pavilion is a large downward-sloping garden. It winds down along the bluestone road. It is lined with trees and pavilions. When you come to a hill at the foot of the mountain, you can see several scattered courtyards.
Sporadic "ding-dong" banging sounds.
You can smell a faint charcoal smell in the air, mixed with the aroma of flowers and plants.
The waiter led Chen Mou into the courtyard with the open door on the left and said hello: "Master Zhong, someone has come to apply for a job as an apprentice in the forging house. Shopkeeper Hong wants to trouble you to have a look."
A tall and powerful man wearing a black shorts and a leather apron walked out of the west room. His eyebrows were as thick as brooms. His eyes fell on Chen Mou, who was saluting. His expression suddenly became unhappy. He waved to the man who was smiling and hunched over.
He turned to Chen Mou and said, "Come in and try out the work."
Chen Mou walked up the steps without saying a word and walked into the West Wing forge. Inside, there was a young man in black and strong clothes wearing a short jacket with his arms exposed.
High.
Master Zhong used pliers to clamp an iron bar, placed it in the middle of the fire, and then covered it with a fire tile.
The black and strong apprentice worked harder and harder at pulling the bellows. There was only a "whirring" sound in the huge forging room, and the fire lighted and dimmed rhythmically.
Chen Mou felt a little helpless in his heart, "You need to be strong to make iron." Master Zhong chose people as "strong". It was obvious that he didn't like him. In fact, he didn't look strong, but he had become very strong.
He looked at the anvil, large and small forging hammers, and the desk with a blueprint on the side without trace. There were various black metal blocks piled on the floor, and there were several semi-finished knives and swords hanging on the wall.
The iron bars in the fire quickly burned red. Master Zhong coughed. The young apprentice immediately stopped, walked over and picked up an old leather apron with holes and handed it to Chen Mou. He chuckled and said, "Have you ever seen blacksmithing? First,
Tie this on."
Chen Mou took the leather scarf and tied it on his chest: "I've seen it a few times."
I have seen blacksmithing on TV. I thought it was fun before, but I never thought that I would have to experience it in another world.
The young apprentice handed Chen Mou the largest forging hammer. He picked up a small hammer himself, used pliers to pick out the red iron bar, put it on the anvil, and said, "Follow the position where I hit the hammer."
Hammer, don't use too much force, don't be anxious, take your time."
Very patient in explaining.
With a cry of "Come on", the small hammer fell to the edge of the iron bar.
Chen Mou picked up the forty or fifty kilogram forging hammer with both hands, controlled the force, and missed the target a little.
"Cang", sparks flew everywhere, and the iron bar almost flew away. The young apprentice skillfully used pliers to move the position, and the small hammer fell again.
"Go on, fight!"
There were incoherent knocking sounds in the forging room, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, about fifty or more.
With the sound of "stop", the young apprentice tapped the anvil twice with a small hammer, ending the forging. The color of the iron bar has turned dark red.
Chen Mou had just felt a little bit better, but he still put down the sledgehammer.
He poured his energy into his hands and did not feel tired.
Master Zhong, who had been watching for a while, said expressionlessly: "The results will be available in a few days. You can go back and wait."
When Chen Mou heard such a perfunctory and familiar reply, he cursed in his heart, "You are the only one who believes in me."
Rather than farming or working as a shop assistant, he prefers to build weapons. When he was in the second grade of middle school, he watched a lot of martial arts movies. Who doesn’t have a hero’s dream of traveling around the world, drinking wine and dancing with swords?
Unwilling to lose the election, he glanced at the drawing on the desk again and said: "Master Zhong, I can design and draw sword styles." He added in a low voice: "Brother Mu Xing introduced me here.
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"Huh?"
Master Zhong stared at the young man, took the messy drawing on the desk into his hands, and said simply: "Follow me." He turned and walked out to see how many of the little guys boasted about Haikou.
How much?
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He had a bad first impression of the pretty girl with a sluggish look on her face.
The young apprentice smiled innocently and raised his hand, making a strong gesture of "I'm optimistic about you". He had just cooperated in blacksmithing. He could feel that the young man who came to try out the work had no blacksmithing experience, but he picked up quickly. There is a shortage of helpers in the forge.
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Chen Mou smiled and cupped his hands, and followed Master Zhong to the east room across the courtyard.
Master Zhong photographed the drawings on the long desk and said: "Whatever tools you need, you can use them yourself. Before noon, I want to see the sword style you drew."
After finishing the explanation, he turned around and walked out of the door, closing the door thoughtfully.
Chen Mou picked up the blueprint with a smile on his face. On the blueprint was a regular sword, as well as disassembly diagrams of each part, with detailed annotations. However, it was marked with a big red "x", which was shocking.
, written a line of scrawled handwriting next to it.
"The sword I want is unique, domineering, luxurious, novel, and unique. Don't fool me with these antiques."
Chen Mou had an image of an arrogant, domineering, arrogant and somewhat middle-class playboy in his mind. He majored in archeology and had dabbled in weapons styles from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. He needed to study and was good at hand-drawing patterns.
He has collected a large number of sword-style materials in categories in his computer.
As a lover of ancient styles and weapons, I also have a collection of two-dimensional virtual weapons drawn by great online masters, especially game knives, swords, guns, hammers, etc. with exaggerated and strange shapes, all of which are overbearing and gorgeous.
Which one is he considering?
Don't be so shocking, but you can still get through this smoothly.