"Little river, increase the wind." Ke Jian shouted to the guy who was slowly pushing the fan, and then he went to the corner of the wall to get a large iron tong used to make iron tools, and under the puzzled gaze of the other two people standing next to the wall, he pried open the wide and thick iron box hanging directly above the wall, and took out a sword from it.

After the sword left the iron box, it sizzled and steamed in the flames of the wall-chambered pool. It seemed that in addition to the sword, there was also some kind of non-molten iron liquid in the box, which had boiled in the iron box under the brief flame burning just now.

After Ke Jian picked up the sword with the big iron tongs, he pressed down the flip buckle on the handle of the iron tongs, so that the jaws bit the sword tightly. Then he pulled over a strange-looking wooden frame resting on the edge of the wall, and then stuck the guard of the iron pincer in a notch in the wooden frame, and adjusted the height a little, so that the nameless sword hung above the flames.

After doing this, Ke Jian paused for a moment and said to Luo Qing and Qiao Cui: "Wait a minute, you have to keep throwing books into the wall, I guess what I need is probably this kind of fire from the burning of paper to carry out the final refining of this sword." ”

Ke Jian said no more, Luo Qing and Qiao Cui didn't ask much when they saw this, and began to throw books into the high-temperature simmer of the coal burning in the wall pond according to his instructions. Although the high temperature of the mineral carbon can instantly ignite the paper book, in order to make the fire more uniform and thorough, Luo Qing exerted a slight force with both palms at the moment before throwing the book, in order to break the staple line, Qiao Cui also did the same.

As the fire raged, the basement began to fill the basement with a smell unusual from the firewood burned during the usual iron smelting, and the oil and ink were mixed together through the high-temperature flames, giving a cool smell to the otherwise quiet smell of books.

"Shan Wazi, Xiaofang, you guys fan the exhaust fan bigger!" Ke Jian shouted a few times at an air outlet above his head. Then he took a large ladle of pure metal, which was five feet long, and brought over an iron bucket against the wall.

He first scooped a scoop of boiling liquid from an iron box hanging above the flames, poured it on the body of the sword that burned in the fire, counted the breaths, and then turned to the iron scoop and scooped the unheated liquid from the iron bucket, which was also poured on the sword's body.

Ke Jian poured two liquids on the sword body repeatedly at intervals, hot and cold, this way of refining the sword was indeed peculiar, but no matter what liquid. Under the scorching heat of such a high temperature, it is bound to boil and frantically disperse the heat, and the basement, which is not too spacious, is instantly filled with a thick mist.

The strange smell of the two unknown liquids that touched the scorching sword behind them instantly suppressed the faint smell of ink and paper emitted by the burning of the book. The air in the basement began to become pungent, and Luo Qing and Qiao Cui couldn't help but start coughing, but Ke Jian, who was closest to the fire pit, still looked at him like fire, as if he had lost his life. Scoop after scoop poured two liquids over the sword wrapped in flames according to a fixed pattern.

……

An hour later.

In the backyard of the Ke family's iron shop full of firewood, Qiao Cui lay on his back on the pile of soft firewood he dragged an hour ago, and said with a hint of tiredness in his tone: "Today is the first time I have seen Lao Ke such a desperate sword, no wonder the Ke family's sword weapons are notoriously expensive, but some people are willing to buy them, but Lao Ke is not willing to build them." Originally...... This is the work of folding life! ”

Qiao Cui's side, Luo Qing, who was sitting next to a bundle of firewood, still had a burning red on his face, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's really terrifying. In the past, I used to hear people in this industry say that ordinary refiners just smashed iron repeatedly with hammer after hammer, and most of them would smash their impetuosity and impatience into the iron tools, but there is a type of refiner who will communicate spiritually with the iron tools in their hands, so that this tenacious substance will be subjugated by their strong spiritual power and turned into the killing weapon they want. ”

He paused at this point, and a smile appeared on his lips. Slowly, he said: "Is there any soul power in the world that is empty and shadowless?" I don't know, but looking at the appearance of Uncle Ke's refining weapon just now, it seems that he has really gone out of his body and reached a state of self-forgetfulness. It can also be said that no matter what kind of stubborn iron it is, in the hands of such a refiner, it will also be transformed! ”

Qiao Cui suddenly sat up, thought for a while and said, "I see that the sword seems to have been formed before we came, Lao Ke just made some hands and feet on it, what do you say he is doing?" ”

Luo Qing said with uncertainty in his tone: "I only know that it is a kind of external quenching, just like some utensils need to be coated with a layer of substance on the surface in order to enhance their anti-wear force. And the reason why the external quenching process of that sword seems to be very troublesome may be related to the metal characteristics of the sword body itself! ”

"Xiao Luo, you don't know a lot about this!"

A heavy voice came from the iron shop, and then Ke Jian walked out of the back door of the iron shop, his steps swayed slightly, his face was red from the fire, the sweat beads had already been directly dried by the heat of the flame, his skin was almost chapped, and there were a few strands of hair on his forehead that were burned and rolled up because of the proximity to the fire just now.

Ke Jian, who looked a little sad like this, still had excitement in his eyes that had not faded, and he approached Luo Qing with a smile and said, "Hey, this thing is finally done." ”

Luo Qing got up and helped Ke Jian, who was weak, to sit down on the pyre, and asked casually, "Whose sword is that?" ”

"Are you pretending not to know, or are you really not knowing?" Ke Jian sold it, and then said with a smile: "I can let you help, of course this sword is for Mr. Lin." ”

"But he never mentioned this matter to me, and this time he ordered me to ask Fang Tianji about it, and he didn't say a word about this sword." Luo Qing's eyes were puzzled, "Besides, the progress of forging halberds is already a bit tight in terms of time, how can he let you spend time forging swords for him again?" ”

"Actually, that's what I mean personally." Ke Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said thoughtfully: "On the day Fang Tianji is completed, maybe our Ke family's iron shop will move again, but after this move, I am going to take advantage of the situation to wash my hands and strike." This sword is considered to be the work of my Ke family, and it is also a gift from my old Ke to Mr. sincerely, I hope that it can be carried with Mr. in the future to resist the invasion of swords for Mr. ”

After Luo Qing was stunned for a moment, he was about to sit down with Ke Jian, he stood up again, and bowed his hand: "If you don't accept Uncle Ke's kindness, it will be disrespectful, Xiao Luo will thank you for Brother Lin first, and if you have an appropriate time in the future, you will definitely come to the door again to thank you." ”

Ke Jian smiled slightly and said: "If it weren't for Mr. Lin, our Ke family would have fallen in the war, and even the whole family would have been able to leave works on the things they like with their own craftsmanship." So please tell him on my behalf, no need to thank him, this is just a very limited way for our Ke family to repay him, and Yu Junen has not reached it at all! ”

As soon as Ke Jian's words were finished, Qiao Cui, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly jumped up and said loudly: "Don't you say that I almost forgot, Old Ke, if you don't strike iron, who will I chop wood and sell it to?" ”

Ke Jian looked at Qiao Cui for a moment, and then said lightly: "I can't control this, don't forget that I didn't support you to chop wood for a living at first, but if you still insist on doing so, after I leave with my family, there should be other iron shops in the town to do work!" ”

Qiao Cui was about to speak again when he heard this, when a guy suddenly came out of the back door of the iron shop and shouted at Ke Jian: "Master Ke, the hilt of the sword is set, you can take a look, if there is no problem, it will be overheated." ”

"Got it." Ke Jian responded, stood up and was about to go back to the iron shop, and then threw a sentence to Qiao Cui: "Your own business, you can do it yourself." After that, he glanced at Luo Qing before leaving.

Qiao Cui looked at Ke Jian's departing figure and sighed softly without a trace.

When Luo Qing saw this scene, he was about to speak, but the expression on his face suddenly changed again, and he temporarily suppressed the sentence he originally wanted to say, and said in a relaxed tone: "Qiao Cui is haggard, the more you shout, the more you decrepit, when do you plan to change your name?" ”

"Didn't I say that before? When I find out whether my surname is 'Joe' or 'Choi', I will change my name whenever I want. Qiao Cui's eyebrows were bored, he fell on his back in a pile of firewood, and then said in a long voice: "Can you stop making fun of me about this matter in the future?" I've been out of the group for a few years, and you still keep that sentence they made up? ”

Luo Qing laughed twice and then asked, "You don't plan to go back to the group yet?" In fact, as long as you say it, I can take you back today. ”

After Luo Qing's words were finished, the young man lying in the pyre fell into a long silence. Luo Qing didn't speak again, he was accompanying Qiao Cui to think and choose.

It's just that such a quiet time didn't last until the moment when Choi made his decision. I don't know how long it was, Ke Jian's figure appeared at the back door of the iron shop, he didn't come over, but just shouted to the two people in the pyre: "The new utensils are finished, do you want to have a sneak peek?" ”

"Of course, we're one of the heroes." Qiao Cui was the first to jump out of the pyre and walked briskly to the blacksmith. He seemed to have forgotten the question that Luo Qing asked him just now, or maybe he deliberately borrowed the matter of rewarding the sword, and pressed the question that he had a little difficult to choose just now.

A hint of helplessness appeared in Luo Qing's eyes, and he got up and went together.

As soon as the two of them walked into the iron-shopped forging area, which still smelled of strange smells, they saw a long sword about three feet long and one inch and seven minutes wide standing on a metal frame at a slight angle.

The sword suddenly looks smooth and visible, but if you look closely, you will find that the silver-gray body of the sword is covered with indescribable lines, making the image reflected on the sword watch incomplete. The sword as a whole exudes a kind of coldness that the sword itself should have, and at the same time exudes a strange sense of mystery...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation