"Listen, what's that sound?" Wu Lin shouted outside.

"It seems that Jin Ye has discovered some mechanism. Huang Datian listened carefully and confirmed.

The basement, which had not been touched for a long time, was still dry, just a little dusty. In the middle of the basement, a glowing object floated in the void.

This thing has a square base of about one meter, about ten centimeters thick, and on it stands a ring with a hexagonal interior, a radius of about one meter, a thickness of ten centimeters, and a ring width of about ten centimeters. At the center of the hexagon, that is, the circle, there is a ball of light the size of a football made up of magical light.

What kind of treasure is this? Seeing that the light of magic energy continued to gather towards the ball of light at the center of the circle, Jin Xiaogu circled around a few times, tried to stretch out a finger and touched the base of this thing, and hurriedly retreated, that look wanted to be close and afraid, so that others wanted to beat him when they saw it.

There was no reaction.

The fingers touched the ring again, but there was still no response. Jin Xiaogu's eyes were fixed on the ball of light at the center of the circle.

Slowly, slowly stretched out his fingers, and before he could get closer, he saw that the light of magic energy gathered in the ball of light seemed to be attracted by his fingers, and suddenly floated towards him.

Jin Xiaogu hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the light of magical energy that didn't stick to his body originally jumped into his body this time.

A stream of heat converges towards the brain.

There is a ghost, it won't be another soul, Jin Xiaogu screamed in horror when he grew up, and a burst of warmth came from his brain, and he hummed when he was comfortable, and his spirit was unusually full.

That feeling is probably more comfortable than eating ginseng fruit.

A good thing, since it is a good thing, then naturally get it together, Jin Xiaogu put his hand into the ball of light.

"Look, all the light of the magic energy is flying rapidly towards the ground. Wu Lin discovered a new situation.

Everyone stared together, and after ten minutes, the light of magic energy floating near the castle completely disappeared.

"Old Fan, Jin Ye hasn't come out yet, should we go in and find him?" Huang Datian proposed.

"Wait. Fan Mingjun thought about it and said.

Jin Xiaogu came to the gray space again, standing in the golden aperture with his head as the center of the ball, Jin Xiaogu found that there was an extra white aperture on his head, with a radius of about one meter, although it could not be compared with the golden aperture at all, it was neither thin nor heavy, but he could control this white aperture, which could be retracted and released in his head.

What is this? It's catalyzed by absorbing the light of the magic? I don't know what it does.

After studying for a long time, he didn't find any effect, Jin Xiaogu shook his head, meaning to return to the body.

The ring in the void was gone, and he was alone in the empty basement.

I don't know how long it has been since then, Jin Xiaogu went up to the first floor and found the ox cart and dragged it out.

"Jin Ye, are you okay?" Seeing him come out, Wu Lin ran over and touched him for a while.

"Hey, hey, don't touch, don't touch. Wu Lin's hand had a downward trend, and Jin Xiaogu hurriedly stopped.

"The capital seems to be good. Wu Lin chirped, his eyes rolled, and he didn't know what to think.

"Are you alright?" Fan Mingjun thought about it and asked this sentence.

"I said it was okay, and the light didn't hurt anyone, so I guess I ran away. Jin Xiaogu is nonsense. "I also found a basement. "That ring hasn't appeared for thousands of years, and he doesn't know where it will be next time.

"Old Fan!" Huang Datian became excited. The light of magic energy does not hurt people, and the castle is blessed!

"Okay," Pham Minh Jun also became excited. There are always some unexpected surprises happening in blessed places.

The next day, ten of the most loyal warriors moved into the castle and formed a blacksmith group with Jiang Ying to learn the art of blacksmithing with Jin Xiaogu.

Burn charcoal. Grind the toner. Wrought metal. Divide the flesh of the beast. Quench.

Seeing Jiang Ying divide the ten people into five groups, he was repeating his entire set of movements almost without any difference. Jin Xiaogu didn't know what to say.

Although you use as much toner per sword as he used for demonstrations, forge as many times, use as much beast meat, and take the same amount of quenching time, does it work?

The weight of each sword is not the same. Moreover, the metal quality of these swords themselves may vary greatly from one person to another, so it is not appropriate to use the same weight of toner. The strength and parts of each forging cannot all be the same, so how can it be calculated according to the number of times? The content of magic energy in the flesh of the fierce beast is not evenly distributed, and there are also high and low. The key to quenching is to grasp the degree.

However, many of these seem to be an instinct, and he Jin Xiaogu will figure it out as soon as he thinks about it, and he can understand it at a glance. For example, the degree of quenching, he can tell whether there is enough time at a glance, and for example, when the toner is mixed into the metal, where it needs to be repeatedly beaten, where it is almost enough, he can also directly feel it.

This is understanding, right? Or is it well-informed and profound!

Seeing that Jiang Ying was told a few times, he began to be at a loss, and Jin Xiaogu simply stopped talking. Not to mention, it was uncomfortable to watch them fight the miserable sword Jin Xiaogu.

Well, let's leave it to my own business. The process has been taught, and the rest is up to them to figure it out. It's really the master who leads the door, and the practice is personal.

Perhaps a person's so-called natural talent can be seen from these things.

I went to my room to practice for two days, and the matter came again. Jin Xiaogu's bag has no own power, it is not easy to mix in the other world, he has his own power, and there are all kinds of troubles. When will this hand-shaking shopkeeper be able to become a comfortable shopkeeper, and when will he be able to cultivate well? He thinks a little bit about Zhao Xiaoya, not that kind of thought, but this girl is really smart, and it is estimated that the talent is very high, and he should be able to understand things after teaching him a few times, and he will be much easier.

Yang Feng must be killed as soon as possible.

Yang Feng, who was innocently sinned, was actually annoyed these days. The people of the twenty-four collars usually come to him every day to tell him that he wants to buy Hanjiamai Shop by force.

"What the hell do you mean?" Yang Feng brought Yang Zhende over.

"I should be afraid of your revenge, so keep a hand. Yang Zhende pondered and realized the meaning.

"But Lao Tzu hasn't started yet, do they know?"

"Probably not. Yang Zhende narrowed his eyes, "It should just mean precaution, maybe a little tentative." The lord of the city may be able to sell it first to dispel their guards. ”

"You told me to sell it to them?" Yang Feng roared.

"The city lord doesn't need to be excited, it's not that kind of low-mindedness, for the city lord, as long as he readily agrees to their request and gives them a little gift, he can actually make them relax. ”

"You mean I want to acknowledge their ownership of that sulfur mine?" Yang Feng looked down and thought about it.

It's just that you are greedy and don't want to admit it, and people have mining rights in their hands. Yang Zhen didn't say it directly.

The Han family really deserved to die, and Lao Tzu helped them in vain. Not to mention the discovery of scarce sulfur ore, it was secretly hidden. But how did they handle the ownership scroll in the first place? I don't have the impression that there is such a thing! Yang Feng was strange for a while.

"I need them to sell me half of the production at a low price. Can you do this?" Yang Feng said directly. With sulfur, it is possible to refine metal in large quantities, which is very much needed by the family.

"It's just a sulfur mine, not a metal mine?" Jin Xiaogu asked. When he heard about the mine, he subconsciously thought it was a metal mine.

"Yes, the material for refining metal. But it seems to be worth more. Fan Mingjun, who came back from Haicheng, said, "Yang Feng wants to buy half of our production at a low price, or he won't allow us to mine." ”

Isn't sulfur an impurity that needs to be removed in ironmaking? Why has it become an essential material for smelting metals? Is it made of sulfuric acid? If you have the opportunity, you should really study how to make metals here. The material of the sword here is a bit brittle, which should be related to refining it with this sulfur.

"What's the low price?"

"Seven gold coins a pound. Normally, ten gold coins a pound. ”

"Is it pure ore or raw ore?" Jin Xiaogu asked.

Pham Minh Jun's eyes began to smear. "This, I don't know, it's this kind of thing that was dug up, and I brought some back. Fan Mingjun handed over a bag.

Isn't it just raw ore that has been dug up? Can the output be less? Not to mention ten gold coins a catty, one gold coin a catty, it is all huge profits! Jin Xiaogu was excited and couldn't figure it out. He didn't open the bag for a while, and he hadn't seen a sulfur mine. "How the hell do you mine?"

"I inquired in a lot and needed to make a small hole to go down, and then I sent someone to go in with a rope to dig in, and then carry it out. ”

Seeing Fan Mingjun's somewhat admiring eyes, Jin Xiaogu muttered for a while. Grandma's, take it for granted, and thought it was digging a mine hole to go into. If you want to do what Fan Mingjun said, Fan Mingjun really admires him, isn't it dangerous to dig like that? It is ten times more dangerous than he thought, and people may be suffocated to death in the hole. Isn't it difficult to dig like that? I don't need any tools, I almost just rely on a shovel to knock rocks little by little in an aggrieved environment, and I can imagine how much output I can produce every day. No wonder it's so expensive to sell for a little stone.

The bag is opened and inside is a packet of powder. Jin Xiaogu looked at it and muttered, isn't it, this is directly dug up? Can this taste be achieved without processing and refining? Or is the raw ore a bonanza?

Grandma's, I guess I take it for granted again, the mining technology is so backward, this bag of powder is definitely raw ore, that is to say, people here can only mine the raw ore that is rich ore. No wonder it's so expensive, it's not just a matter of knocking on the rock, but a matter of knocking on the rich ore inside the rock buckle.

How much can I produce?

It's ten gold coins a pound, how much money can you make?

No wonder Yang Feng dared to ask for half of it directly.

"Do you have taste here?" Generally speaking, is the mine good or bad?" Jin Xiaogu rolled his eyes and asked uncertainly.

"Taste? I haven't heard of it, as long as it's a powder like this. Fan Mingjun said.

And such a good thing?

"Promise Yang Feng, sign an agreement with him and make him swear. Jin Xiaogu immediately said, his eyes began to be misty again, it seemed that there was a weapon that could be born. With him, are you still afraid of many enemies?