"Your Majesty, try this."

An old arm that looked like dry wood stretched out.

"This piece is made by the grass people with pig iron wrapped in wrought iron, the grass people have been playing iron for 38 years, this method is also occasionally learned, and just now it is combined according to the emperor's method, I hope it can be effective."

The old blacksmith was in his fifties and had gray hair on his temples.

But after so many years of striking iron, although his body is thin, he is very strong.

Su Liuyu hurriedly clamped the hot steel with fire tongs, and smiled at the old man again.

"Grandpa has worked hard, I'll try again."

The methods are all rubbed out.

This forging is not the old business, Su Liuyu only has a method, but no practice, which is very difficult.

After running back and forth for half a month, there was no progress at all.

She waved her arms.

The mechanical steel-clad method was performed again.

The two pieces of steel were quickly folded, and another piece of wrought iron was added, and the three pieces were in one.

Fold fifteen times and tap repeatedly.

The high heat in the workshop made her sweat ooze dense from her forehead.

On the thin arms, with each exercise, the green tendons are faintly visible.

The blacksmith next to her and her, everyone worked together to make the sword come alive.

Another handful.

Su Liuyu held the hilt of the sword.

Vigorously slashed towards the steel of trials.

"Qiang—"

The sound of the steel block contending trembled and made everyone's hearts shake, and they all stopped what they were doing and surrounded them.

The steel of trial is forged from the traditional mill of tempering, and it is extremely hard, in order to test the hardness and sharpness of the blade.

In the past half a month, this piece of iron has not moved at all.

Now, it's cracked!

"This ...... Is this done? ”

"Your Majesty, please try again!"

The old craftsman's eyes burst with intense excitement.

Su Liuyu wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Again slashed at the steel block.

The blade of the sword is sharp, the outside is hard and the inside is soft, mixing this internal force, so that this steel that has been tempered for thousands of years will be split in half!

Su Liuyu's eyes lit up!

Half a month and night repeated rubbing, all methods have been tried, and now, it has become!

She took a deep breath, looked at the thirty-eight-year-old craftsman, and saluted with her sword.

"Mr. Dacai, I am here, Mr. Xie will help me to forge a hundred sharp weapons for my Dawei ironware."

The old blacksmith was startled, and quickly helped her up.

"It should be, it should be, I will repay the people of Dawei, and the emperor will hurry up."

Good things are made slowly.

There are so many people, and he also tried it out slowly.

It is worth it to be able to contribute to the Great Wei and the emperor.

In this life, it's worth it.

The forge was bustling with activity, and the old blacksmith was surrounded by it.

"Old man Xie, what the hell, hurry up and teach us, it's our steel that has a problem, right."

"Old man Xie, help me take a look, is it like this?"

"Let's try again, everybody."

Here, the conditions are limited, and the temperature control depends on the keen ironwork of the old craftsman.

But one is out, and the second one will not be far away.

There was a sigh of relief on everyone's faces.

The old man in the porcelain kiln next to him is very good, and their group of old guys can't be bad.

They are all craftsmen, and no one is convinced.

"Grandpa Xie, how did you fight this scabbard, you teach me."

Su Liuyu humbly asks for advice, and her attitude is very polite.

Blacksmith Xie smiled with a wrinkled face.

"The grass people call the emperor to see, the emperor is smart, and he will definitely learn it as soon as he learns."

"Thank you, grandpa."

The things that are given away are naturally how delicate and how they come.

The blue wolf's eye Su Liuyu alone was inlaid with two fine orbs.

The black scabbard is restrained, but when you look closely, it is uniquely domineering.

The blade of the sword is out of the sheath, and the cold light is exposed, and on it, two small characters are engraved on it.

'Nine Skies'

Suzaku goes to the sky, passes through the four seas, and shakes the sky.

Good sword.

It's different.

Su Liuyu was satisfied.

Compared with his own Shen Ying, he is not bad.

Chengming hall, side hall.

The New Year is getting closer and closer, Mo Yi has been idle recently, and the military department has begun to take turns to save relatives, and he only has one relative, the master, so he naturally stays at home obediently.

Although he is now the deputy commander, his military power is indeed to control the entire army of the Flying Tiger.

Among them, the ordering, training, and deployment of soldiers should not be neglected.

He sat on the desk, looking at the art of war, under the candlelight, his eyebrows and eyes lined with extraordinarily handsome.

Just a shallow knock on the door disrupted his musings.

"Who?"

He walked to the door, and when he opened it, there was a pair of cold iron blades facing him.

"Damn! Song Yanzhi: You want to die! ”

......

The movement of the side hall naturally did not surprise the main hall.

There is a bit of a distance between the main hall and the side hall.

Su Liuyu made the blade of the sword, and a big stone fell in his heart, ready to do all the work of the Great Wei years ago.

There is a three-day holiday in the middle of the year, and she wants to relax and relax.

After relaxing, the Dawei Iron and Steel Plant will be arranged, and it is the responsibility of the Son of Heaven to drive the employment of the people.

Making a fortune together and becoming well-off is the goal of Dawei.

She rubbed her sour eyes.

Glancing at the waning moon outside the window lattice.

Hold on for another hour, she thought.

Then, she picked up the bitter tea on the desk and moistened her throat, and the bitter fragrance of tea permeated her mouth, making her slightly awake.

The royal pen was dipped in Zhu Mo, and he was about to make some arrangements for the decree, but he didn't want the door of the Chengming Hall to be carefully pushed open by the chief eunuch.

"Your Majesty, go and take a look, Commander Mo and Lord Xiao Song are fighting at the gate of the palace."

What the!

Su Liuyu was sleepy and sobered up for the most part.

"What's going on?"

"The minions don't know, the Flying Tiger Army has come over, and the fight is fierce."

Su Liuyu's face sank and she stood up.

"I'm going to take a look."

It's the other way around, and I'm going to do it in the palace.

The Emperor of Great Wei was alarmed when he was in the son.

The Panlong Palace lamp is like a fiery red dragon in the night.

Outside the palace gate, the sound of swords colliding shattered the air.

The two teenagers were like fire and water, and the two armies next to them were on the side, although they didn't make a move, but they were ready to go.

"Lao Tzu has long been unhappy with the group of boys in the Flying Tiger Army."

"They Flying Tiger Army, which time the ordnance doesn't come close to them, that Commander Mo likes to make small reports."

"No, Lord Xiao Song played well."

The Flying Tigers are naturally not convinced.

"Damn, this Vermilion Bird Army is a messenger, and it's quite rampant!"

"The commander beats well"

"Can't beat us!"

At first, it was just a competition, and I didn't know who spread it, but the armies of the two sides quickly arrived in place to boost the morale of their own bosses.

Mo Zhi rose into the air, spat a mouthful of blood foam, and scolded:

"If I don't beat you down today, I will call you Dad."

"Who do you want to knock down?"

A cold voice exploded in his ears.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and the sword in his hand fell directly unsteadily.

There was a sudden silence in the air.

Outside the gate of Jingzhong Palace, there was an eerie silence in an instant.

Under the moonlight, a gilded dragon robe was majestic and noble, and the face of the Son of Heaven was heavy, looking at the soldiers and horses on both sides.

Glancing at the two men fighting again.

"Get on your knees."

n.