Chapter Seventy-Four: If This Son Is Not Removed, He Will Become a Disaster One Day!
That little sparrow is on the blade.
You can encounter it every day when Blade is on his way to the Cave of Light.
The little guy is a faceless and skinless one, so he knows that he is cute and cute to the blade, but unfortunately, the blade doesn't eat this set.
He will give it a few silkworm chrysalis to satisfy its cravings, but not much, lest it lose its instinct and consciousness to forage for food on its own.
Blade has some things to do today, so he won't watch Dai Mubai and the others fight to death.
What a pity!
Fart.
Blade made his way through the quiet woods and headed straight for the school gate.
Due to his good time, the school gate was still empty.
When you arrive at the door.
"Ringing ringing!"
Lying on the recliner, with a glass of wolfberry water by his side, Nian Lao, who was squinting, muttered.
"This kid has time to pinch accurately."
"It's good to read the old man!"
"Well, go ahead." Nian Lao nodded slightly with a smile, and the young man who knows how to be polite is just comfortable.
"Woo!"
Nian Lao looked at the three people who were tied up by him and closed their mouths and thrown in the corner, and said dissatisfiedly: "Be honest, you know at a young age that you will not return at night?" The students are getting more and more disagreeable now......"
The three of you want to cry without tears, you can do it if you are old, at least tear the tape off our mouths first! These three watches are sealed in the middle of the night and now the thief is uncomfortable!
Nian Lao glared.
"How? With such big eyes one by one, is there any dissatisfaction with the old man? Nothing big or small! It seems that we have to let the other side educate well, otherwise let this atmosphere spread, and the academy will be ruined! ”
"Huh? You kid is still frowning! Is this an attempt to rebel? I can't take care of you, old man?! ”
The one who was stared at by Nian Lao wanted to cry without tears: I didn't squeeze my eyebrows, it was your old spittle that spilled into my eyes.
Nian Lao: Do you still dare to quibble? It seems that I have to personally educate and educate you, the unrepentant hard bones!
This time, Blade made a beeline for his destination, a small blacksmith shop on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City.
There is nothing to say about this blacksmith shop, an ordinary one, no door, no huge financial resources, no high-ranking people, and no special products.
The day before yesterday, I heard the boss nagging, it seemed that it had been brilliant before, and it also had a place in the most prosperous part of Heaven Dou City.
It's a pity that the master passed away later, and there was no successor, and the competitors dug the wall at a high price, and some secret technology was also brought into the enemy camp by the master who poached it.
The blacksmith quickly decayed. was even forced to the periphery of this Tiandou City.
But what does this have to do with his blade?
But Blade listened carefully to the blacksmith shopkeeper out of politeness. And said that he would come to rent a blacksmith shop for half a day in the afternoon two days later.
The blacksmith's business was not very good, otherwise the boss would not have had time to reminisce with Blade about the glory of the past.
After negotiating the cost, this was done, and Blade paid the deposit.
The boss joked at the time: "Look at the little brother, you are generous, or I will pack this blacksmith shop and sell it to you." ”
Blade shook his head and smiled at that time, "I would like to too, but there are not a few gold soul coins in this pocket, so I can't be angry." ”
In the blacksmith's shop.
Lying on the seat, with Erlang's legs crossed, humming an old-fashioned tune in his mouth, a puff fan in his right hand, the stubble on his face is obvious, his hair is slightly messy, and the whole person looks a little unkempt, this middle-aged man is the owner of the blacksmith shop.
His anger was a little decadent.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the middle-aged man lying on the recliner opened his eyes, and when he saw it, he hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands.
Wailing: "Little brother, turn around quickly!" You blind my eyes! ”
Blade smiled: "This exaggerated acting is really breathtaking. ”
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand a little boringly, and looked at the blade helplessly with a pair of eyes that had been warmed and cold: "What a ruthless little brother."
Forget it, let's get straight to the point, I'm ready for what my brother wants, let's declare first, all losses are not included in the rent. ”
"Don't worry, boss, I know the rules."
The middle-aged man grinned: "This relationship is good, little brother come with me!" ”
The blacksmith shop is not big, but it is not small either.
The middle-aged man pointed to the coal piled up like a hill and said heroically: "Little brother, although you use it, use it generously, don't give it to my province!" The province just doesn't give me face! ”
Blade nodded, "It would be better if you didn't take the money." ”
"Hahaha, my little brother really likes to joke, I'll heat up the stove for you first!"
After flipping the operation, the scorching smell began to permeate.
"Does little brother need me to give you a shot?" The middle-aged man said diligently.
The corner of the blade's mouth hooked: "How to calculate the salary?" ”
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Little brother is so sensible, can I still be a man?" ”
“……”
"Okay, just do what the little brother said!" The middle-aged man's heart blossomed, and he made extra money!
Doing business with happy people is comfortable!
Flender: ......
Blade takes a large chunk of ore from the soul guide and throws it into the furnace to heat it up.
The middle-aged man was not surprised, this young man was not an ordinary person in terms of bearing, manners, and appearance, and combined with his empty-handed arrival, he probably guessed that there must be a soul guide in his hand.
Soul guides? He used to have one, and the space was not small. It was left behind by his father. In the most difficult time, in order to bring the shop back to life, he sold it.
Unfortunately, the decision failed to salvage the situation.
The most valued master stabbed him in the back, and he was defeated, and he was directly forced to the point of struggling to survive on the periphery.
He shook his head, this is the price of being unladylike.
"Boss, you took my small amount of money, it's not kind to be so lazy."
"Of course! Excuse me, excuse me! I was distracted at this time, how am I the kind of person who is not kind! The middle-aged man hurriedly made amends and pulled up the bellows with all his might.
The surging flames rise, constantly heating the ore within.
There are two kinds of ores in it, which middle-aged men recognize, one is refined iron ore and the other is refined steel ore.
All of them are metal source ores with extremely superior performance.
However, the mine is a good mine, but neither of them is good to remove impurities and purify, and it is difficult to get a medium-quality starting product without many years of experience.
Looking at this little brother's youth, there should be no such sophisticated craftsmanship, but it is difficult to doubt that he is so calm.
What a strange young man.
The key is that he looks like he was back then, which is really rare!
The middle-aged man sighed in his heart.
"More firepower."
What a ruthless little brother, a worker is not a human being?!
The middle-aged man let out a wail in his heart, but immediately sped up the speed of pushing and pulling the bellows, of course he knew that rapid heating up was the key to refining the two, and once he missed it, it would make it more difficult to remove impurities.
This little brother looks like a bit of an expert.
Blade frowned as he looked at the increasingly vigorous fire, this temperature was not enough.
He crouched down and said, "Boss, you watch the ores in the furnace and let me know when they heat up to a red tinge of orange." ”
"Little brother, this bellows is not light, can you?" The middle-aged man looked at the blade and hesitated, after all, he received the money, and he should be reminded.
Blade nodded.
The middle-aged man no longer hesitated, and stood up directly.
The blade pulls directly, slowly at first, but his movements have a unique sense of rhythm, like waves crashing against a reef, each beat more powerful and souring.
It didn't take long for his pulling speed to reach the level that a middle-aged man had to fight for.
This can look at the stupid middle-aged man, what is the situation with this little brother? Pull the bellows out of the experience?!
The speed is still improving, and it will soon reach about 1.5 times that of the middle-aged man's fastest.
The speed is still improving! It stabilized only when it reached one or eight times the speed of a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man feels that he has lived to the dog for so many years, look at the people, this is the profession!
He also had some eyesight, and he could completely see Blade's current breathing, and his body was in a unique resonance with the action of pulling the bellows.
Some of them are similar to shouting "one-two-one, one-two-one", and everyone is working all their way to the beat.
But he can't learn it, it looks simple, but it's hard to do. Physical fitness is the first step, followed by absolute mastery of the body.
This kind of mastery is not something that can be achieved after a long period of training, and it requires a little insignificant, but indispensable talent. Some people have a poor sense of balance, so they may not be able to achieve this level of effort even if they spend ten times and a hundred times the effort!
In a word.
If this son is not removed, it will become a great disaster one day!
It's a little off, but that's pretty much what it means.
The temperature of the furnace continues to rise.
The air was getting hotter.
Half an hour later, the middle-aged man whose vest had been wet with sweat spoke: "Little brother, there is orange!" ”
The blade slowed down step by step, and finally let go of his hand. It's about adjusting the pace.
Blade wiped a handful of sweat and got up, and without a break, immediately began to forge.
The middle-aged man looked at him and hurriedly said, "Doesn't the little brother take off his shirt?" Your robe is not good for heat dissipation! ”
Blade shook his head, "It's okay. ”
Hammer down.
"Bump!"
The middle-aged man was taken aback, this kind of strength is too amazing!
"Bump!"
"Bump!"
……
The hammer fell like raindrops, and it went on and on.
The middle-aged man couldn't see what kind of hammer method this was, but between the swings of the hammer, there seemed to be an invisible air flow in the air, which danced with the falling hammer in a very melodic rhythm.
Looking and feeling, the middle-aged man's heartbeat was controlled by him, beating according to his rhythm, and he didn't even realize it.
"Heat up."
Blade tossed the finished product into the furnace and wiped his sweat.
His clothes were soaking wet.
The middle-aged man woke up.
"Huh?"
"Pull the bellows and heat up." Blade said lightly.
"Oh oh oh!" The middle-aged man hurriedly squatted down and pulled up the bellows.
Blade replenished some water and waited silently for the two metallized waters.
The two metals are the hardest because they are supposed to be obtained in a two-to-one situation.
Blade had an extra small broken knife in his hand, and after roughly calculating the required proportion, he used the small broken sword to cut off a piece of it and threw it into the furnace.
Now just wait for it to melt.
The next step is forming, quenching, and cutting.
It will take a little time.
Blade secretly cheered for the blacksmith shop owner.
He was proud of his decision to hire him.
It would be tiring without him.