Early the next morning, Lu Fusheng and Banxian came to the sword-casting platform one after another, and the sword-casting platform was full from left to right, such as steamed buns, soybean milk fritters, wontons, wine-stuffed balls, and tofu brain...... Dongfang sat in the middle of the sword-casting platform and ate very happily. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Fusheng saluted lightly at Dongfang a little helplessly, and muttered: "Master should still be better at spiritual food." ”

Dongfang Qing's mouth was full of words and he was slurred: "You can't play it......

"Master, don't worry, I'll talk about it after eating." Lu Fusheng really couldn't stand it, and pulled Banxian to the side to talk.

Since Lu Fusheng made up his mind to practice a sword for himself again, Lu Fusheng went to Zheng Bufan to ask for a Qingfeng sword. She has an inexplicable weakness in her heart towards Banxian, so she always feels a little flustered when she stands in front of Banxian, and she can't help but glance around without saying three sentences, for fear of being seen by Banxian.

Banxian suddenly chuckled a few times, raised his hand to straighten the broken hair around Lu Fusheng's ear, and asked narrowly: "It's not like you haven't been to the sword casting platform to cast swords, why are you so nervous?" ”

"Why!" Lu Fusheng bit his lip and glared at him, "Isn't this the first time I've been taught alone, and I don't know when Master will have to eat." ”

"I'm done." Dongfang opened his mouth lightly, sighed contentedly, he swept the garbage on the sword-casting platform into the waste basket under the sword-casting platform, and beckoned to Lu Fusheng, "Come on, come on, good disciple, let the teacher teach you well." ”

As the name suggests, refining weapons is a very lucrative skill after learning. But if you want to learn and achieve, you have to endure the loneliness at the beginning. Learning the basic knowledge of refining is quite a bit of a blacksmith's feeling, Dongfang Qing looked at Lu Fusheng with a strange expression and suddenly sighed.

Lu Fusheng was strange: "Master, I'm not afraid of hardship, tiredness, or dirty, I will go wherever I need it." ”

"......" Dongfang twitched the corner of his mouth, bent down and picked up a burden from under the sword-casting platform and threw it over.

Lu Fusheng rolled his eyes and pouted: "Such ugly clothes, what kind of aesthetics do you have, Master?" ”

"Don't wear it?" Dongfang chuckled and looked very easy to speak, "If you don't wear it, roll up your sleeves and come over quickly, the fire in this stove is almost burning." ”

Lu Fusheng was very disgusted and stuffed the gray and black clothes into Banxian's arms, and as soon as he lifted his robe, he went to the sword-casting platform.

The light in the sword furnace on the sword-casting platform was soft in color, the temperature was moderate, and the flames were beautiful, Dongfang lightly grabbed Lu Fusheng's hand and probed into the stove.

"Master! If you have something to say! Lu Fu clutched the platform that had not yet worked, closed his eyes tightly, and struggled very hard to prevent his hands that were not ice muscles and jade bones from turning into roasted chicken feet.

Dongfang glared at Lu Fusheng with contempt and hatred: "Look at your little talent, open your big eyes and see, what do you want you to take for the teacher!" ”

Lu Fusheng opened his eyes tremblingly and saw that his hand was on the top of the stove, and below it was a button to adjust the amount of fire. Lu Fusheng was stunned, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Master, I didn't pay attention to the switch of this stove last time, how is it like a gas stove?" Last time, I just stuffed firewood into it. ”

"This kind of play can wake up the half-idle apprentice, your future is limitless." Dongfang glanced at Banxian with a slight smile.

Banxian nodded with a smile: "This is my fate with Ah Sheng." ”

"Why do I owe it so much, I shouldn't have talked to you." Dongfang rolled his eyes lightly and continued to teach Lu Fusheng, "I don't need to teach this switch to adjust the size of the fire, right?" There's only one thing, and we don't usually use this much. After all, this is a mortal thing, an invention that makes people lazy, you just need to remember that the key to the size of the firepower lies in the amount of spiritual power you have to cultivate. Now it's okay for you to use these tools, but it's just a transition period. Fusheng, in addition to your cultivation and forging techniques, the key to refining is actually the material. ”

"Like the thousand-year-old ice I used to forge my half-idle sword?" Lu Fusheng asked.

"Yes." Dongfang nodded lightly, "Fusheng, you come to control the firepower first, and then beat it on the sword-forging platform for a while." ”

Lu Fusheng nodded, the control of the size of the firepower made her feel very relaxed because of the switch, but when Dongfang lightly locked the switch so that she could only use internal force to cultivate, Lu Fusheng's whole person was confused, and the tongue of fire flickered big and small, left and right, up and down, which made Lu Fusheng's heart beat for a while.

Lu Fusheng turned his head to look at Dongfang Qing's somewhat pale face, and was very uneasy: "Master, am I embarrassing you?" ”

"It's okay, there's no one here." Dongfang lightly clutched his chest and glanced at Banxian again.

Lu Fusheng also glanced at Banxian, and she saw Banxian leaning on a tree not far away with her burden in her arms, with an indescribable leisurely expression. Half-time, sometimes look at the sky, sometimes look at the ground, sometimes look at the ...... She. Lu Fusheng always felt that he was looking at himself with a focused and gentle gaze, as if the male protagonist in a TV series looked at his sweetheart.

Sweetheart......

Depend on! Lu Fusheng shook his head fiercely, what are you thinking nonsense? A sword is a person, and there is a yarn on the heart. She retracted her thoughts, regaining control of her fire. When she finally got her fire under control, Dongfang lightly handed her a forging hammer.

Small and exquisite, heavy is a thousand pounds.

Lu Fusheng couldn't take it.

Dongfang Qing was very contemptuous: "You can't even pick up a hammer, how can you refine the weapon?" ”

"The hammer I used to use was also very easy to use, although it was not as good-looking as you, Master, but I moved it." Lu Fusheng retorted, "It can be seen that some things are not good-looking or easy to use, Master, do you say yes?" ”

"Do you really think so?" Dongfang smiled lightly, hugged his stomach and moved to the stool on the side, picked up a bowl of lotus seed soup and drank it leisurely.

Lu Fusheng hurriedly said: "I really think so, Master, it's okay for you to see me using such an ordinary ugly sledgehammer, right?" In this way, I can still look a little mighty, so that people can know at a glance that it is not easy to bully, right? ”

"Poof-" Leaning against the tree, he bent over with a half-idle smile.

Dongfang lightly shook his hand and scattered most of the lotus seed soup, he glanced at Lu Fusheng sadly, carefully put the lotus seed soup on the table, stretched out a finger to poke Lu Fusheng's head and chanted: "Pick the hammer and you will be mighty?" Why don't you say you're half-idle and walk sideways? This extremely delicate forging hammer is a fine product forged by the teacher when he learned it back then, and the master originally planned to give it to you, since you don't like it, then forget it. ”