"Teacher ......"

Just as Zongtian was enjoying his pleasure, a somewhat weak voice interjected at this time.

Looking back, Zongtian saw a familiar face, and that was his proud biography.

"Alright, you guys go about your own business first, I'll test your homework when I have time."

Pingqu's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping was too conspicuous, and Zongtian had to send away the students in front of him first.

"Is there something going on?"

Obviously I only saw it three days ago, and Pingqu's nervous look is somewhat strange.

"Teacher...... Well, it doesn't matter to you, right? ”

"Me? I'm fine, right? ”

Although Zongtian didn't feel that his body was sick, since Pingqu said so, it was obvious that his words would not be untargeted.

"But your hair ......"

"What's wrong with the hair?"

Zongtian's departure from Xiangyin's mansion was only dozens of minutes ago, and as a straight man, in such a short period of time, Zongtian naturally had no possibility of looking in the mirror.

But Pingqu's words have already said this, and Zongtian seems to have to take a picture.

It's just that when he saw his gray hair, Zongtian could only sigh leisurely.

"No way, after all, species are different."

Compared to the soul with a long life, Zongtian is naturally more likely to age, but the reason why he is like this has nothing to do with it.

"But ......"

Pingqu is naturally a smart person, but in some ways, it can also be said that he is not very smart. At this time, he obviously felt that Zongtian was trying to divert the topic, but he still couldn't help but want to say something.

"Okay, okay, could it be that you came to show off to me on purpose? But speaking of which, when you first met me, it really didn't change. ”

"It's only been a few months."

In the face of Zongtian's words, Pingqu could only mumble quietly, but Zongtian naturally understood in his heart that this disciple just really cared about himself.

"Well, let's guess how old the teacher is?"

However, Pingqu's persistent appearance still gave Zongtian a headache, and it seemed that in order to divert this topic, Zongtian had to make some sacrifices.

"Forty?"

Such a topic obviously aroused Pingqu's interest, but looking at the other party's look of trying to hug, Zongtian was a little angry.

"Forty is more than forty, and it has been more than forty years since I started casting swords for my master."

What's the use of just getting on fire? In order to put Pingqu at ease, Zongtian could only say such words against his heart.

"I heard that people age faster, so it seems that Master is still good at rejuvenating his face."

"Uh-huh."

Hearing such an evaluation, Zongtian was also embarrassed and coughed.

"Don't talk about this matter everywhere, this is also a little secret between our master and apprentice."

"No problem."

Seeing the smile return to Pingqu's face, Zongtian was also relieved.

With Pingqu, Zongtian came to the center of the classroom.

Like those hot furnaces, the busy students also greeted Zongtian loudly.

It's just that these rough men who strike iron are obviously not as delicate as Pingqu, and they don't have the slightest notice of the changes in Zongtian's appearance.

No, it's not all rough guys here, it's just that the only girl is even rougher than the average man.

At this time, Ying Ning was just focusing on the weapon in her hand, and she didn't even notice the arrival of Zongtian.

Although he has just pretended to be old, Zongtian naturally does not care so much about respecting teachers, and even on the contrary, he still appreciates such a work attitude.

"Don't say it, I haven't done it for a long time, and my hands are really itchy."

Looking at the hot scene in front of him, Zong Tian also rolled up his sleeves, and the students were naturally full of expectations for the teacher's demonstration.

For this long-lost sword, Zongtian also uncharacteristically did not draw out his white blade, and the fire in the best position was immediately vacated by the group of students.

Although I can't see the miraculous skills, for these students, it is the best way to learn to be closer to their techniques.

However, those students obviously still underestimated this teacher, because Zongtian was not in a hurry to do anything at this time, he just reached into the familiar flame with his hand, feeling the unique warmth.

This is a comfortable thing for Zongtian, but in the eyes of those students, it is somewhat sensational.

"Pingqu."

"Huh? At. ”

Zongtian's hand obviously made Pingqu a little stunned, but fortunately, he reacted immediately.

"Get me a copy of the materials for forging weapons."

"Do you mean the sword embryo?"

Regarding Zongtian's statement, Pingqu is obviously a little confused.

"More primitive things, of course, ingots or just ores."

"Understood, I'll go get it."

Although there were some doubts in his heart, Pingqu still did it honestly.

"Look, teacher."

Pingqu's movements were very sharp, and looking at the dazzling array of things he brought back, Zongtian also smiled.

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll make it clear next time."

"Teacher, you don't have to be so polite."

Pingqu's brow, which was finally loosened, furrowed slightly at this time, but Zongtian just chose a stone at random and returned to the stove.

Similar to the previous action, Zongtian put his hand into the furnace fire again, but although his hand could withstand that temperature, the temperature flowing from between his fingers slowly shattered the ore.

As if rubbing a stick, Zongtian stripped the fragmented residue from the surface of the ore, and the gradually melting metal was held in the palm of Zongtian's hand.

Seeing such a scene, most of the students couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Although Zongtian had put his hand into the fire before, as he was now, watching the metal solution in his hand slowly boiling, more pain rushed into their eyes with the light.

Naturally, Zongtian's hand could not only act as a crucible, but after the metal was completely melted, a short knife gradually showed his rudimentary form in his hand.

Although using soul energy to shape weapons is only a basic course here, no one can do it like Zongtian, as if pulling a weapon out of that metal solution.

After the smooth movements, Zongtian held the weapon that glowed reddish and fell into deep thought.

He hasn't cast a sword for a long time, although he seems to have made some improvements, but for the sword pattern that is about to be engraved, Zongtian is a little conservative.