A waiter in front of the counter was greeting customers. When he saw someone coming in, he immediately stepped forward to greet him. He was startled when he saw that the person coming was Li Xiaoman. Li Xiaoman was already a celebrity in Qingcheng Town. He was an abandoned young man from a prominent family, and the waiter was very good at it.
Hiding the contempt in his heart, although he is a human star warrior and has the power of three or four levels of blood energy, he also knows that the young master in front of him cannot afford to offend him, let alone his boss.
"Oh, Mr. Li's presence here is so splendid. I wonder what your noble lord does?"
"Where is Boss Zhao?" Li Xiaoman also cut the nonsense and went straight to the topic.
"Master is afraid that he is not free now. He is helping people forge weapons in the forging room at the back." The young boy replied a little embarrassed.
"Casting weapons?" Li Xiaoman came to the foundry this time just to see the process of casting weapons. He wanted to get familiar with it first. When he saw him casting weapons, he said, "I will go find him myself."
"Hey, Mr. Li, Master has told me that he doesn't like anyone to disturb him when he is working..." The clerk looked embarrassed. He was about to stop Li Xiaoman, but was struck by an iron hand like an iron pincer.
Caught him.
Seeing Wang Wu with a fierce look in his eyes, the waiter couldn't help but take a few steps back, but whispered in his mouth: "Young master, go in, I'm afraid he will be in danger."
Li Xiaoman looked at the boy and walked straight in.
Unexpectedly, there is a separate space inside the store. It is truly a unique world. The high temperature inside can almost melt people's skin. Even a warrior who has trained his blood energy to the top will find it difficult to work here for a long time.
As a qualified caster, you must not only have a high talent for controlling fire, but also have a thorough understanding of casting techniques.
An excellent caster must be able to control various ore materials, and even has very high requirements for his own cultivation, and he must reach a level of proficiency. If the cultivation level is not enough, the object may die before it is successfully cast.
Legend has it that some advanced weapons must be forged at temperatures of thousands or even tens of thousands of degrees, and must be infused with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This not only requires the caster to have a higher level of training, but also requires powerful internal energy to control the forging of advanced weapons.
, so excellent casters all want to raise their cultivation level to a higher level. However, in this way, their cultivation realm is formed rapidly after all, and they will definitely be much weaker than ordinary warriors of the same level. Maybe this is the reason.
Probably one of the reasons why there are so few forgers and alchemists.
Li Xiaoman took a deep breath to activate the blood in his Dantian, and slowly adapted to the scorching heat in the room.
I saw only a few people standing there. One of them, a middle-aged man with bare arms, was standing blankly in front of the furnace. The man had strong muscles. The sparks from the furnace splashed on his body, burning his skin and bleeding. These wounds were healed.
There will be scars left in the future. Once the scars increase, the man looks like a leopard. However, the man doesn't feel any pain. He just stares blankly at a weapon on the forging platform, frowning tightly.
It seems like I'm in trouble.
"Didn't I say that no one can come in while I'm working?" The man shouted loudly when he heard the footsteps, his voice was hoarse, heavy, and mixed with anger.
Almost every forger will develop this weird temperament after staying in this environment for a long time, and their souls and weapons have been fused together.
"Uncle Zhao." Li Xiaoman greeted, and then bowed respectfully.
"Li Xiaoman, as a person who can't practice martial arts, aren't you looking for death when you come here?" Zhao Wuxi frowned even more tightly, with a hint of reproach in his tone. However, he suddenly saw Li Xiaoman standing beside him in an orderly manner.
Moxietang was still very surprised.
"How...how could you...are you okay?!" Zhao Wuxi seemed to be talking to himself. He couldn't believe it. Even though he had been hiding in the dark casting room all year round, he actually knew something about Qing Qing.
There are some legends about Li Xiaoman, the biggest man in town, and we know that he is an abandoned son from a prominent family.
"It's interesting." Zhao Wuxi was about to ask, but then he snorted coldly, "It doesn't matter if you are an abandoned son or not, it doesn't matter to him." He began to focus on the unfinished business again.
On the shaped weapon.
The other people were obviously his disciples, but they didn't pay attention to Li Xiaoman when they saw the master. They just watched the master making weapons carefully from the side without saying a word.
Li Xiaoman noticed that there were many discarded weapons piled next to the forging platform that seemed to have failed to be forged.
"Master Li, if you are here to make weapons, please come back after a while. Zhao has taken on a lot of work these days and has a lot of work to do." Zhao Wuxi said coldly without even raising his head.
In a tone of voice, he issued an eviction order.
"Uncle Zhao, I'm not here to make weapons. I just want to see how you make weapons. I'm just curious." Li Xiaoman got straight to the point.
"Let me tell you, you, a young man from a dignified marshal's house, also want to learn casting? Don't you have many foundries in your father's house? Why do you come to my little toilet?" If it weren't for the work at hand that occupied Zhao
When Wu Xi was excited, he almost grinned and laughed, "I think I heard it right."
I thought to myself: You are a useless person who cannot practice martial arts but you also want to become a caster. What a wishful thinking!
Zhao Wuxi said without hesitation: "You can't do it."
"If you don't try, how will you know that you can't do it?" Li Xiaoman asked back.
"Really want to become a foundry?" Zhao Wuxi said in a tone full of contempt, with obvious disdain, "Does Mr. Li think that being a forger is just a child playing games? This is a more difficult path than the training of a warrior. It has indeed happened before.
A warrior who cannot cultivate blood energy has indeed become a junior caster through his own extraordinary efforts. This is just an individual example. However, it is very difficult to take a step forward. I have not heard of anyone in this regard.
successful.
"There are indeed examples of people who cannot practice blood energy becoming junior casters. However, what I want to say is that it is difficult to say for the prince of Yinggong's mansion. I, Zhao Wuxi, never thought that Mr. Li might have suffered a lot. Zhao
Wu Xi declined Li Xiaoman again and said, "Young Master Li, please go home quickly. I still have a lot of important work to do. If sparks hurt the young master during the casting process, Zhao will be in trouble."
Let's go." Zhao Wuxi began to become impatient. The weapon forged in front of him had failed five or six times, which made his temper extremely bad. Now this loser comes to him to brag about something, and he doesn't know it.
Is it self-evident?
Li Xiaoman's heart sank, but he did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward and reached out to grab him.
Zhao Wuxi was furious and was about to curse, but suddenly his face turned pale and speechless. It turned out that he saw Li Xiaoman grabbing a piece of red iron material on the furnace. He was not afraid of the red coal at all.
Xiaoman held it in his hands and played with it. The iron bars seemed to have turned into twists and he could mold them into various shapes in his hands.
"You..." Zhao Wuxi opened his mouth and sighed, "Master Li, you... are not bad."
"Uncle Zhao, will I still be hurt?" Li Xiaoman's eyes were full of sincerity.
Zhao Wuxi hurriedly dismissed the disciples and told them not to tell anyone about what they had just seen. Then he closed the door of Moxie Hall, turned around and cupped his fists at Li Xiaoman and said, "It's just that Zhao is short-sighted and didn't expect Mr. Li's level of cultivation."
It's so high that no one in Qingcheng Town can see it."
Casters are generally very soft-hearted, because they know that their force is not strong enough, and they dare not offend anyone.
Zhao Wuxi quickly calmed down and looked at the legendary good-for-nothing Li Xiaoman again. There was no longer the contempt and disdain he had before, but more differences and doubts.
"It's just a small casting shop here. In my free time, I help the warriors make some low-level weapons. When I'm busy in the farming industry, I help the country people make some farm tools. The casting process is actually very boring, and there's nothing interesting to see. I don't want to delay Young Master Li.
He must practice cultivation, otherwise Zhao will not be able to bear the consequences." Zhao Wuxi added.
Li Xiaoman knew that the caster's status was low, and even junior warriors might not take the caster seriously.
"I wonder if Uncle Zhao encountered any trouble during the casting process? Maybe I can help." Li Xiaoman was about to try the experience he learned from "The Casting Scripture", so he took the liberty to step forward and asked.
A loser said he wanted to help me? Don’t think you can deceive me by picking up a red-hot iron rod. Zhao Wuxi sneered in his heart. This kid is too arrogant. He thinks that the job of a caster is
, can a loser help? Princes and nobles always have these self-righteous shortcomings in their bones.
"I'm afraid Mr. Li can't help me with my trouble."
"I have recently been reading some casting books and doing some experiments, but I am just short of practice, so I wanted to give it a try."
"Oh, since Young Master Li is determined to help Zhao, how can Zhao refuse? So be it, but if Young Master Li feels embarrassed, please leave Moxie Hall and don't disturb Zhao's work." Zhao Wuxi has obviously already done so.
He was very impatient and wanted to drive Li Xiaoman out quickly.
"Okay, it's settled." Li Xiaoman agreed with great enthusiasm.
"I am currently making a Qinglong Yanyue Sword for Liu Yuanwai in the suburbs, just like the one owned by Mr. Guan, but I always cannot make it well. The result is either too crisp or too soft. Master Li, come and analyze it for me."
After Zhao Wuxi finished speaking, he brought a big knife in front of Li Xiaoman.
The Qinglong Yanyue Sword is one type of Yanyue Sword. According to documentary records and unearthed cultural relics, the Yanyue Sword began to appear in the Song Dynasty. Due to its weight, it was mainly used to practice arm strength and was not a weapon in war. In the Chinese novel "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", the Qinglong Yanyue Sword
It is a weapon used by Guan Yu. It is described in the book that the Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighs eighty-two kilograms (about 49 kilograms in modern times) and is also known as the cold saw. Guan Yu used it to kill many generals, so it was also called the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in later generations.
After Guan Yu was killed, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was taken away by the Soochow general Pan Zhang. Later, Guan Yu's son Guan Xing killed Pan Zhang to avenge his father and regained the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. Therefore, Guan Yu and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword were regarded as symbols of each other.
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"Is this the one?" Li Xiaoman looked at the big knife in front of him.
"There are others over there." Zhao Wuxi pointed to a corner with his left hand, "There is another one on the stage."
Li Xiaoman looked at the pile of scrapped weapons in the corner, more than a dozen of them. He stepped forward and looked at the one on Zhao Wuxi's forging platform. It had gradually taken shape under the high temperature, but stopped when it was finally finalized.