Of course, the charcoal head had no say in forging and smelting blades, it just chewed corncakes, cocked the "Erlang claws", and quietly watched Sun Lang busy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw that Sun Lang first found nine pieces of wood, carved the shape of a flying knife with a steel falcon and a sharp knife, and then framed eighteen square wooden boxes of the same size with wooden boards, placed the wooden mold in it, filled the box with bauxite, and then pounded it with a wooden mallet.

The upper and lower boxes were opened, and the wooden mold was taken out, and nine concave earth molds with flying knives had been formed inside. He picked up the hook spoon and the thin spatula, and studied the carving and pondering on each flying knife die.

This work alone consumes a day's time. Before I knew it, the sun was setting, and the charcoal was really boring, so I fell asleep.

In the early morning of the second day, the sun had risen three poles, and the charcoal head was lazy, and the god claws wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and woke up again. He saw that Sun Lang was still not asleep, but he was triumphant, standing in front of it with a smile on his face.

"The knives were made?" Carbonhead asked.

"There is no ......," Sun Lang said.

"Then why are you so happy?"

Sun Lang pointed to the ground and replied: "I didn't sleep all night last night, and I have finished firing the clay fan of the nine flying knives, and carved it carefully, and at this time I can already pour molten iron into it!" ”

Sure enough, there were nine pairs of clay models neatly placed on the ground, with nine flying knives on them. In the furnace next to it, steaming hot and iron slurry was rolling, obviously everything was ready to be poured.

Sun Lang put a wet towel on his shoulder, picked up a long stone spoon, scooped up a spoonful of molten iron in the furnace, and was about to pour it into the mud. The molten iron was obviously extremely hot, and as soon as it was stirred, it sparkled and white mist erupted.

"Wait!" The charcoal head suddenly stopped him.

Sun Lang said: "What? ”

Tanhead asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Sun Lang was stunned and said: "Pour the iron slurry into the mud fan and cast the embryo shape of the flying knife." ”

"And then?" Charcoal asked, rubbing his beard.

Sun Lang replied with a few treasures: "Then roast the embryo with fire until it is red-hot, and then water and quench it with cold water, during which it is constantly forged into a sharp edge, and so on for more than 100 times, and finally you can get a sharp and uncast flying knife!" ”

Tantou shook his head and said: "Your sword-forging method can only cast ordinary weapons, how can you get divine weapons?" ”

"Yes...... But I have always forged swords like this in the heavenly court......" Sun Lang was puzzled, so he could only slowly put down the stone spoon again.

Tantou ignored him anymore, just put his claws on his chest, and actually recited a mantra in a godly voice: "Om Madale Mu!" ”

A cloud of white smoke rose up, and Sun Lang was frightened by this sudden scene and retreated. The white mist gradually dissipated, and when I looked at Ermao's hand, there was a small oil-paper umbrella......

This umbrella is only a finger long, and it is held in the claws by the charcoal head, which is very suitable.

"Uncle Charcoal, do you still play tricks? Where did this little umbrella come from? Sun Lang felt very curious, and leaned over to take a closer look.

The charcoal head still didn't answer, but one paw propped up the oil-paper umbrella, covering all his upper body under the umbrella, and the other small claw poked under the umbrella, and kept groping in it.

Sun Lang looked inexplicable, and asked again and again: "What's under this umbrella?" What are you fumbling for? ”

The charcoal head obviously didn't bother to pay attention to him, just crooked the rat's head and touched it, and after a while, he took out a broken bronze mirror from under the umbrella!

Sun Lang exclaimed: "Tantou, you are really good at magic?" ”

How did he know that the charcoal head shook his head and said, "This is the treasure mirror of the red snake banshee of Mangdang Mountain, this is not what the old man is looking for!" After saying that, he flicked his little claws, threw the bronze mirror back into the umbrella, and then groped inside.

After a while, he took out a bronze sword full of patina from it, shook his head again and said, "This is the Qingfeng Sword of the Third Master of the Ten Thousand Bat Cave of Lingskull Mountain, and this is not what the old man is looking for!" Then he threw his sword back into his umbrella.

In just a moment, it actually found seven or eight things inside, Sun Lang saw that some were steel rings, some were folding fans, some were red silk, and some were jade pendants, this small umbrella was like the different dimensional pocket of the cartoon "Doraemon", which could hold everything!

However, this small umbrella is not as magical as Doraemon's pocket, because everything that the charcoal pulls out of it is either broken or broken, and it is obviously more like a garbage dump for all things.

Finally, the charcoal head took out a long bone from it, and the mouse's eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed: "I finally found it, this is what the old man is looking for!" ”

Sun Lang said weakly: "Tantou, I only knew that you were greedy before, but I didn't expect you to be like a dog, and you even love to eat bones......

The charcoal head said angrily: "Nonsense! How can the old man have the same hobby as dogs, the old man only loves to eat corncakes! ”

Sun Lang pointed to the bone and asked, "Then why are you so excited to find a bone?" ”

Tantou said coldly: "Hmph, don't underestimate this bone, this is the illegitimate son of Ao Qin, the Dragon King of the South China Sea, and a leg bone of the Prince of the Mocking Wind!" ”

Sun Lang thought it was an animal bone, but he didn't expect it to be the leg bone of the Dragon King's son, so he couldn't help but be startled, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... You umbrella...... What is the magic weapon...... Why does it look like a grocery store, it still looks like a crematorium, and how can it be connected...... Even the bones of dead men have ......"

Tantou carried the umbrella on his shoulder, stroked it gently, and said very fondly, "This umbrella is the magic weapon of the King of Duowen, called the Mixed Yuan Pearl Umbrella, which can cover the universe and store all things in the world." The Heavenly King of Duowen had used this umbrella to subdue hundreds of demons and monsters, so the magic weapons and bones of the demons containing spiritual power were also left in it. ”

Sun Lang swallowed a mouthful of spit, looking extremely shocked, and said, "I...... I remember that in Journey to the West, when the monkey was making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, he was once taken under the umbrella of the King of Duowen, and later escaped with his magical powers, could it be ...... Isn't it just ...... Is this the umbrella? ”

Tantou nodded again and again, and said, "It's a pity that after descending to the mortal, all the magical mana contained in the treasure umbrella has been lost, and I can only find these broken copper and bones from it." ”

Sun Lang is fantasizing, with this treasure umbrella, wouldn't he be able to dominate the world and have boundless mana? Hearing this, he became slightly disappointed, and asked again: "In that case, what is the use of these broken copper and bones?" ”

Tantou said: "These broken magic weapons and corpse bones seem to be useless, but they actually contain strong magical spiritual power, and after you reforge them through your craft, you can practice them into divine weapons again!" ”

Speaking of this, the charcoal head threw the leg bone to Sun Lang and said, "You knock this leg bone into powder with an iron hammer and sprinkle it evenly into the iron slurry." Although that prince of the mocking wind is a dragon son, he has a bird's head and a phoenix beak, and he is good at controlling the wind before his death, which is exactly the same as the spiritual power in your sister Sun Shangxiang's body! ”

Sun Lang finally understood the good intentions of the charcoal head, he knew that in ancient times, there was a method of refining swords with human bones, through the phosphorus, sulfur, calcium and other elements in the bones, the iron can be made more pure, thereby increasing the strength and sharpness of the sword. Legend has it that King Wu asked the cadre Mo Ye to cast a sword for him, but the sword could not be cast for a long time, and finally the cadre Mo Ye and his wife jumped into the furnace, and finally cast the heirloom sword "Ganjiang" and "Mo Ye".

At this time, it is the same reason to use this leg bone to refine the flying knife. Coupled with the magical spiritual power of the dragon king's son mocking the wind, the nine flying knives may really be able to become a divine weapon that shocks the world.

Sun Lang was excited, picked up the hammer, smashed the leg bones into wisps of powder, and carefully sprinkled them into the furnace.

The powder of the keel met the iron pulp, stirring up sparks and a thick smell of smoke and gunpowder.