"Hey, hey......" A small figure next to the big blower was trying to blow the wind. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Hurry up, the furnace isn't hot enough. ”

"You haven't eaten, hurry up. ”

"Stop, stop, the wind should be even, you can't strike iron when you're so fast and slow. ”…………

There was constant rebuke of one kind or another in the small blacksmith's shop.

It's been a month since the last conversation, and I've really fought hard to go home, and I'm looking forward to what Uncle Ou will teach me, martial arts, fighting spirit, and magic......

But now, if he can, Wuhuan really wants to punch the unscrupulous uncle in front of him who is desperately calling himself to bed, and it is best not to come up for three days. From the second day of the last conversation, Uncle Ou said, "If you don't have a qualified and strong body, you can't do anything." In this way, Wuhuan began a month of high-intensity physical labor, which is called exercise. "In order to go home, I endure!" This is the one hundred and thirty-second time that Wuhuan has hinted to himself in his heart.

Finally, one day three months later, Uncle Ou called Wu Huan to him and said, "After a few months of exercise, your body barely meets my minimum requirements, well, start striking iron tomorrow!" After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving only Wu Huan messy by the stove, "Reluctantly, I#%*#..."Looking at his white and tender hands that had now become dark and rough when he first came, he asked the sky speechlessly.

"After months of pulling wind, chopping wood, and carrying water, your physical strength has increased, although it is not yet at its best. Now I can teach you to strike iron, remember that this is your profession from now on, and it depends on him whether you can go back or not. Although Wuhuan didn't know what to do with whether he could go back to the iron, since the not simple Uncle Ou in front of him said so, then he could only study hard.

"Beat rhythmically, breathe well, use the strength of the waist, and use the strength of the joints to ......"

"I asked you to use waist strength, not to lift your ass, your ass is very straight, right? ”

"Damn, I'm letting you strike iron, not letting you dance, what kind of pose!"

"Rhythm, rhythm of iron, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale. I want you to breathe, not your dog to gasp. ”

In the past few months, the blacksmith shop has become very lively, and every day from time to time there is an old blacksmith's sky-high admonition, "Poor boy," this is the voice of the nearby villagers, "what kind of stupidity does this have to be, in order to make such a calm Uncle Ou angry like this." ”

Wuhuan is very innocent, really! Obviously did what Uncle Ou asked, and obviously saw the satisfied look in Uncle Ou's eyes, how can he say that he will change his face!

"It's a piece of iron-striking material, and at this rate, you can enter the next stage in half a year, which is a month slower than him," Thinking of this, Uncle Ou's eyes flashed with loneliness, "I hope Wuhuan doesn't take that old road, alas~~"

In the past few months, Wuhuan has been very tired and cool, and the reason for being tired is because Uncle Ou will squeeze every physical limit of Wuhuan every day, and Wuhuan is shaking even when he raises his hand at the end of the day. Such high-intensity work will average people will cross over their entire body in a few weeks, but Wuhuan persisted for a few months, in addition to the results of the previous few months, Uncle Ou's control played a decisive role. After a pause before Wuhuan reached the limit, he immediately started work as soon as he took a breath to break through this limit, and it was just right to squeeze every strength of Wuhuan without damaging his foundation, and this control alone can only say that Uncle Ou is not simple.

With the familiarity of the rhythm of striking iron, using the strength that the whole body can use, the smooth coordination between gestures, and the collision of each hammer and iron block smashes out a crisp and textured "dang...". I don't know when it started, Wu Huan likes to listen to the pure and thick voice of iron, "Am I born to be iron-striker, am I not looking for abuse." ”

Watching Wuhuan extract pig iron from iron ore to make mature iron, and then beat iron essence in wrought iron, Uncle Ou's eyes became hotter and hotter day by day, "I'm not mistaken, striking iron can enter the realm of selflessness, watching him strike iron actually has a feeling of enjoyment, Huo Lie seems to have reached this state How long did it take, three years, five years? ”

Wuhuan enjoyed it very much, and got through the torment at the beginning, and now every hammer is a kind of enjoyment, and the musculoskeletal joints and even pores of the whole body are bursting with a kind of thought, that is, cool, "Iron, I like !!"

(For the sake of understanding, modern units of measurement have generally been adopted for units of measurement such as length and time.)

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