readx;? Nameless threw the piles of firewood into the furnace, and after the last piece of firewood was thrown into the furnace, he sat down by the bellows and pulled the bellows to a rattle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The flames that were suppressed by the firewood pile slowly came out of the firewood pile as he pulled the bellows, and after pulling for a while, the fire was already very large, and the firewood burned "crackling", Han Yiming thought that he was going to start forging iron, but he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Han Yiming really couldn't understand what Nameless was going to do, he looked at Xingchen, Xingchen closed his eyes and meditated, Qingshi had already curled up on the ground and slept very sweetly. Han Yiming sat for a while, watching the flames burn out the firewood, and he didn't get up, but stood up and wanted to leave. Suddenly, Nameless jumped up, looked at the oven, turned and hit the ground again, and felt a piece of firewood about a foot long and threw it into it. The piece of wood was thrown into a cast-iron mold in the oven, but in a moment it was reduced to a bright pool of molten iron. It turned out that it was not firewood, but a piece of pig iron.

Nameless touched a wrought iron sledgehammer somewhere, and smirked at the pig iron with a sledgehammer in one hand. Han Yiming looked at Nameless fixedly, while Xingchen closed his eyes like an old monk. The molten iron was bright in color, Nameless looked at it for a while, clamped the mold with an iron clamp, poured it on the anvil, the molten iron flowed everywhere, Han Yiming stared at a string of molten iron flowing towards the ground, and suddenly Nameless picked up the bucket on the ground and poured the water in the bucket against the anvil. In the sound of "Zizi", the molten iron condensed into a piece. Nameless threw the barrel down, lifted the sledgehammer, and smashed it against the condensed piece of iron.

Although the molten iron condensed into a piece, it was beaten dozens of times by the nameless hammer before it slowly hardened. Nameless smashed a few more hammers, threw the hammer aside, lifted the bucket on the ground, went to the stream over there to fetch a bucket of water and put it on the side of the anvil, and threw the hard iron into the bucket, a white smoke rose, and the iron was cold in the sound of "zizi". Nameless picked up the piece of iron again with an iron clamp, threw it into the oven, and stood aside and waited.

After a while, he poured out the molten iron from the oven, poured a bucket of water, hammered it dozens of times, hit a bucket of water, and threw the hammered iron into it. Cycle after cycle, forging like this, Han Yiming couldn't see the trick, but Nameless was tireless. The stars glanced at him from time to time, but without saying a word, there was a touch of fish belly white in the sky, and he got up and left. Nameless threw the iron on the ground, poured a bucket of water on the oven, extinguished the stove, and turned away. Bluestone was still sleeping in place, snoring.

Han Yiming walked to the piece of iron thrown by Nameless and squatted down, looked at the piece of iron for a moment, stretched out his hand to pick up the piece of iron to look at it, and suddenly his arm tightened, but it was Xingchen who grabbed him, and Xingchen said: "Why is the boss so reckless? Although this piece of iron doesn't look hot, you have to be careful." He reached out and tore a few blades of grass and threw them on the iron, which in an instant turned into smoke. Han Yiming was startled and said, "I just said that it was cold, but it was still so hot." Xingchen said: "Master, this piece of iron has been forged like this, and it must be hot." Don't touch it with your hands, I'll make an enchantment, and I won't touch it with the same door. He stretched out his right hand, rubbed his fingers lightly, and there was a "snap" sound, and he had made an enchantment.

Han Yiming said: "Nameless can forge iron, no wonder he opened the sword of the Treasure Sword." Xingchen said: "That is his natural ability, and it is also his hidden." Han Yiming said: "How do you know?" Xingchen said: "Boss, this is something I can't say." I know it, but I can't say it. I can see it clearly with what is hidden in you, but I can't say it. Han Yiming said: "Someone once said that I only used two or three percent of the hidden in my body, is this true?" Xingchen nodded and said, "That's right." Han Yiming said: "That bluestone is also hidden?" Xingchen said, "He is born with a different body, but he is not hidden." ”

After a while, Xingchen said: "Doesn't the head of the house want to see the nameless forged iron, you can see it at this time." Han Yiming reached out to the top of the iron, his palm opened, he didn't feel the heat smoking, and reached out to pick up the iron. The piece of iron was originally small, like a piece of firewood. But it was extremely heavy to pick up, and Han Yiming felt slightly warm when he held it in his hand. When I picked it up, I saw that the pattern on the iron block was entangled, and if I looked closely, the pattern was also very beautiful, and the stars were shining in the iron, like stars in the middle of the night. Han Yiming said, "What kind of iron is this?" Xingchen said: "This is Yin Iron." I don't know where I got it from Nameless. ”

Han Yiming said, "Yin Tie? I've never heard of it. Xingchen said, "This iron is only found in extremely cold places. It is not something that can be forged by ordinary fire, so Nameless uses Shenmu Stone to forge it. This is still early, and when the forging is in the back, these black impurities will be forged for the fire, and the rest is yin iron. Han Yiming frowned and said, "Then after the forging, isn't there much left?" Xingchen looked at it and said, "What the head said is good." When the forging is finished, it will be about the size of a finger. Han Yiming said: "What's the use of it? Just like that, it's not enough." ”

Xingchen said: "Who knows about him?" Although he smiled and said that he didn't know, Han Yiming felt that he knew. It's just that Xingchen didn't answer this ballast, and said, "Master, I want that lion, will you accompany me to find it?" Han Yiming said: "What about the blue-eyed white lion?" Xingchen said: "Yes." I've been thinking about this white lion for a long time, and I guess it's looking for me. It's just that I didn't leave a trace for it to find, so let's go find it. ”

He said that he would go, as fast as when he was a child, and Han Yiming hurriedly followed. In the blink of an eye, Xingchen's figure was already in the sky, and Han Yiming caught up with him. Han Yiming's tipping technique is already quite good, but Xingchen's tipping technique is superb, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is flying against the wind. After him, he still couldn't keep up with him.

Xingchen stood far away, and Han Yiming rushed forward, only to see him looking down. Below are the reckless mountains, shrouded in mist, Xingchen looked at it for a moment and smiled: "Master, do you really want that white lion?" Han Yiming said: "I don't have the ability to surrender it, so naturally I can't ask for it." Xingchen said, "Okay, then I want it." ”

He quickly fell downward, and Han Yiming also fell downward, passing through the white mist, and already saw a mirror-like lake below. Falling to the ground, the stars were already looking around. The lake is white like smoke, with long reeds, and water ducks frolicking in the lake, which is very peaceful. Han Yiming suddenly felt quiet in his heart, since he went up to Lingshan, he had never been so quiet. After seeing the beautiful scenery of Lingshan, such a scenery is really nothing compared to it. But when he stood by the lake, his heart was extremely peaceful and comfortable.

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