In the Zhangjia Sword Casting Workshop, the sound of "dang, dang, dang, dang......" sounded one after another, and Zhang Chengxian and his son Zhang Siquan struck the iron with a hammer very rhythmically, splashing sparks.

A piece of red-hot iron was hammered flat by them, knocked long, then folded, and then flattened, and knocked long.

Their percussion movements are repetitive and boring, but their expressions are focused and engaged, and each time they strike, it is as if they are predetermined steps and landing notes, which is amazing.

At the beginning, Zhang Chengxian also noticed the storage of Pang Shiyuan and others, and would explain to them the key points of sword casting, and then he devoted himself to work.

Pang Shiyuan and the others were not at all dissatisfied with being ignored, but were completely attracted by this ancient and novel skill.

Pang Shiyuan is obsessed with martial arts, and naturally has learned about cold weapons with his heart, but it is the first time to witness the formation of a sword.

Watching the iron pieces being hammered into swords little by little, I understood what it was, and I became more and more determined to move the Zhangjia Sword Casting Workshop to Laifeng Town.

With the continuous improvement of martial arts, Pang Shiyuan's confidence in cold weapons is getting stronger and stronger, and his awe of ** is also reduced.

He even felt that if martial arts could really reach the innate realm, he really didn't have to be afraid!

With this in mind, he wanted to have his own arsenal.

Even if this arsenal is actually just a simple blacksmith workshop, it is also his own blacksmith workshop.

At least the weapons of the martial arts hall will no longer be controlled by others.

Originally, his idea was not urgent, and it only flashed in his heart occasionally, and he didn't take it to heart. After all, he doesn't have any enemies now, and he can always buy cold weapons if he wants to.

At this time, Zhang Siwu's distress call came, saying that his uncle's swordsmithing workshop was coveted, which gave him the idea of putting it into practice.

So he took Qianqiu, Ji Shaopeng, and Wu Lingying to Jianquan City.

Zhang's Sword Casting Workshop is the private sword-casting workshop of Zhang Siwu's uncle Zhang Chengxian, and it is also his lifeblood.

When many people in Jianquan City began to introduce a new sword-casting process, easily and quickly build a large number of cold weapons, and made a lot of money, Zhang Chengxian was unmoved and still adhered to the old traditional sword-casting method.

When many swordsmiths in Jianquan City became famous swordsmiths in the country by virtue of publicity and packaging, and gained fame and fortune, Zhang Chengxian still nested in his own swordsmithing workshop, silently wielding the hammer in his hand.

Having skills does not mean that there is a way to make money. This point is undoubtedly expressed in Zhang Chengxian's body.

Because he was not accustomed to seeing the name of the sword casting factory more than the real thing, Zhang Chengxian quit the sword casting factory and built this sword casting workshop by himself.

To this end, Zhang Chengxian invested all his savings.

However, although Zhang Chengxian has good sword-casting skills, he does not have the mind to do business, and as a result, his works cannot be sold at all.

Even if you sell it occasionally, you won't make a lot of money.

Without brand effect, no matter how good a sword is, it can't be sold at a price.

After all, there are still a few people in this world who really know the goods, and most people still look at fame, and what they buy is also fame.

The reputation of word of mouth, how can it be compared with the overwhelming advertising, Zhang Chengxian's persistence is so submerged in red dust.

If it weren't for Zhang Chengxian's nephew Zhang Siwu who happened to start a cold weapons business, Zhang Chengxian's sword-casting workshop would almost be unsustainable.

With Zhang Siwu's help and promotion, Zhang Chengxian finally gained a firm foothold, and his reputation began to spread, becoming the first-class sword-casting master in Jianquan City.

But he finally accumulated some fame, but it attracted people with bad intentions.

Of course, these ill-intentioned people are justified by the name of the fair. For example, to inject capital to expand production, such as technological protection, such as making the best use of people, we cannot leave the virtuous people behind.

In fact, to put it bluntly, there is only one purpose, to monopolize technology, resources, talents, and markets.

Zhang Chengxian was able to resolutely leave the sword casting factory back then, and now he naturally will not go back. But he couldn't withstand the pressure from all directions, so he could only turn to Zhang Siwu for help.

Although Zhang Siwu said that there were some relationships, these relationships became unreliable when the stakes were at stake, and finally turned to Pang Shiyuan for help.

The iron parts were heated back to the furnace, and Zhang Chengxian had time to talk to Pang Shiyuan.

It's just that as soon as Zhang Chengxian spoke, he rushed to the technology, and didn't take his current predicament seriously at all: "Pavilion Master Pang, I have tried the water you brought over, and I am quite satisfied." It's just that if you want to determine the final effect of quenching, it will take many tests to achieve it. If Pavilion Master Pang is fine, he can go outside by himself and walk around first, I'm afraid it will take some time here. ”

Zhang Chengxian's words almost said: "I'm very busy here, if you have nothing to do, just play while you have nothing to do, don't bother me." ”

Pang Shiyuan had already been vaccinated by Zhang Siwu, and he didn't care about Zhang Chengxian's attitude, but felt that this was a real talent.

"Then I won't bother Uncle Zhang, and I'm waiting for your good news!"

The group walked out of the sword-casting workshop, and Zhang Siwu said to Pang Shiyuan with a wry smile: "Shiyuan, my uncle is such a person, I'm sorry!" ”

"It's fine. Only people like your uncle can forge a truly good sword. If it's all about it, where is the time to study technology? You say yes! Pang Shiyuan said with a smile.

Zhang Siwu also agrees: "That's right. My uncle's sword-forging skills are top-notch even in Jianquan City. It's a pity that the high-end market in Jianquan City has long been monopolized, and there is no room for my uncle to survive. What's even more troublesome is that the newly rising Dream Giver has recently begun to stir up trouble, making people unhappy, so I have to ask you for help. I'm really sorry to disturb Shi Yuan's cultivation. ”

Pang Shiyuan was a little unhappy: "Lao Zhang, if you are so polite again, I will be really angry." ”

"Okay, I'll never say it again." Zhang Siwu really changed the topic, "Shiyuan wants to invite my uncle to come to Fengzhen, what a clever move." I saw what my uncle meant, and it seemed that I was also a little moved. His greatest wish was to forge swords in peace and to study the art of sword forging. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so diligent in experimenting with the water you brought. He's preparing to rebuild the swordsmith's workshop! ”

Pang Shiyuan nodded and said, "I know." However, I am still a little worried, I heard that the iron in Jianquan City seems to come from the local area, and it is also a little special. The sword-forging workshop moved to Laifeng Town, and the source of this iron will not be cut off by the people here. ”

"It's fine. In fact, the iron used to cast weapons in Jianquan City was not self-sufficient a long time ago, and most of the iron was bought. My uncle has his own channels, so don't worry about this at all. ”

"That's good."