Yang Qi knew in his heart, it turned out that this was the case. Nanhuang, this word has been heard too many times so far, and it seems that many things are related to Nanhuang. The Southern Wilderness is very dangerous, the Southern Wilderness is very difficult, and there is an ancient dynasty in the Southern Wilderness that has passed away, so this ancient dynasty must have its own remnants. The so-called blind date of the same race, if Ou Yezi is a remnant of the Southern Wilderness, then it is reasonable to see another person from the Southern Wilderness and a person with this talent.

But-

"Senior Qin, thank you for your love. Ou Yezi's inheritance is very tempting, but Yang Qi doesn't want to take advantage of it because of a beautiful misunderstanding, so he decided to tell the truth: "But to tell the truth, I'm not from the Southern Wilderness. My hometown is not in the Southern Wilderness, but in a far away place. ”

Ou Yezi was not surprised when he heard this, but asked rhetorically: "You said that you are not from the Southern Wilderness, then answer me a question: Do you pick up a jack hammer, do you rely on internal strength or physical body?"

"It's indeed a physical body, but it's ......" Yang Qi still wanted to explain, but Ou Yezi had already raised his hand: "There is no need to say more." I am from the Southern Wilderness, also known as the Chinese, who are born with a strong physique, and those with pure blood are more capable. More than 100 years ago, the old country was shattered, and the people were in exile. A hundred years of vicissitudes and changes are difficult, and they may no longer remember their origins. I don't blame you, but no matter where you come from, the one who can carry a thousand pounds must be my Chinese nationality. ”

"Chinese ......" Yang Qi couldn't help laughing: "I can't deny this, because my family does have the term 'Chinese', but my Chinese and yours should not mean the same thing." ”

"Needless to say. Ou Yezi seemed to have decided that no matter how Yang Qi explained, he couldn't shake his mind. And Yang Qi didn't say much when he saw this, and the matter had come to this point, so he would accept it generously. "Good. Then I'll ask my predecessors for advice on how to forge soldiers. Wait for Miss Qin Han to be older. I will pass on the original form of the Forge to her. ”

"Good. Good. Ou Yezi nodded slowly but deeply when he heard this, as if he had suddenly realized a big thought, and a smile appeared on his face. "In that case, without further ado, let's get started. ”

Ou Yezi is a person who is so simple that Yang Qi has a little wry smile, not long after they met, they didn't say a few words, and they actually began to teach their own skills. Maybe strange people must do strange things, precisely because they can do things that ordinary people will never do. That's why it's so unique, so incredible.

Ou Yezi's words were very concise and did not say much. The Hundred Soldiers Pool had been carried back to the compound, he just took out a blade from the Hundred Soldiers Pool, and then said a few words, and threw it to Yang Qi to see and figure out for himself. Yang Qi couldn't help but smile bitterly, this kind of teaching method is more than Uncle Tang to be honest. Uncle Tang still pointed out a road more or less, and then threw some pushpins on the road with a black belly, and then whipped you forward.

But Ou Yezi's education method is not to throw pushpins or whips, but he doesn't even point out the road. After each blade is taken out. He simply stated the strengths and weaknesses of the blade, and then it was gone. It's like a lot of talk, notes. And there is no framework for a system.

No, it may not be correct to say that there is no framework, but the way he gives the framework is hands-on. The eighty-one hammer that has just hammered the iron embryo may be the framework, but if you want to connect the two and learn something, it's really fucking hard! Except for the peerless genius among geniuses, no one can learn like this. Not to mention casting gods, maybe you won't be able to fight a kitchen knife when you learn to practice it in the end.

But on the contrary, Yang Qi is such a person who meets the requirements.

In the case of intentional memory, his brain is unforgettable, which greatly improves his intelligence. People's intelligence is divided into memory, comprehension, reasoning, association and other aspects, and the reason why Yang Qi used to learn foreign languages very poorly was because of poor memory. But he has a strong ability to understand, reason, and associate. Now, this shortcoming has been filled.

In the case of the opening of the Prajna Gong, Yang Qi opened up another area of casting troops in his mind. Before you know it, time passes, and the Forge area begins to fill up. A lot of ideas and ideas came to mind, and a lot of doubts came up. These ideas and doubts collided with each other, allowing Yang Qi to sink into the wonderful realm of dismantling and tuna gong again.

"Wait, I'll ask a question. Yang Qi suddenly interrupted Ou Yezi. Ou Yezi can be called a divine craftsman, and Qin Qi has been talking about how to cast divine weapons, but the more Yang Qi listens to it, the more confused he becomes, and there is a strange question coiled in his heart: "What is a divine soldier?"

"Okay, Han'er has been studying with me for more than ten years, but she has never asked this question. Ou Yezi nodded, pointed to the blade floating in the pool of hundred soldiers, and said: "If it is said to ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, the divine soldier is a blade that can enter the pool without sinking. But as far as we are concerned, the so-called 'divine soldiers' and 'great divine soldiers' can only be regarded as semi-finished products and failed products at best. There is only one kind of real divine soldier, and that is the 'Xuan Divine Soldier'. ”

The term "Xuanshen Soldier ......" has also been heard many times, and Yang Qi is curious: "Then what is a Xuanshen Soldier?"

"Mysterious, wonderful, psychic. It also refers to black, which means unfathomable. Xuanshen Soldier must have something beyond common sense and be good at being psychic. Ou Yezi got up and took out a scroll similar to a picture scroll, thick and textured. "This is the map of the heavenly soldiers that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Sword Casting Cliff, and all the Xuanshen soldiers within a thousand years from ancient times to the present are included in it. ”

"Oh?" Yang Qi became interested. The material of this scroll is non-silk and non-paper, and it feels very tactile to the touch. Soft but tough, there is a very mysterious feeling when the skin touches, so Yang Qi can't help but raise his eyebrows and say in surprise: "This Heavenly Soldier Atlas, can it be said that it is also ......?"

Ou Yezi nodded: "Mr. Yang is really a good eye, you can know it at a touch." That's right, this Heavenly Soldier Atlas itself is also a Xuanshen Soldier. It's just that it can't be used in the battle of the rivers and lakes, it's not a killing weapon. ”

"Cow!" is worthy of being a master of the manufacturing industry, you can't see a single Xuanshen Soldier outside with a broken head, and two have been taken out here. Although they are not blades, they are definitely not cheap. Yang Qi pulled the scroll horizontally, and the first item that caught his eye turned out to be a green bamboo. About three feet long, with a tip, verdant and lifelike. There is a note next to it, and the pen is strong - Xiang Fei, weighing three taels and one points, completed in the first fifty-five years.

"Concubine Xiang?" Yang Qi was surprised: "A piece of bamboo, it turned out to be a Xuanshen Weapon?"

"That's right, Concubine Xiang is Xia Yu's sideman, and she is Xia Yu's holy way divine soldier to control the water. Ou Yezi pointed to the annotation and said: "The 'first fifty-five years' here refers to the first fifty-five years of Xia Liguo. A thousand years ago, Middle-earth was flooded, and the people were struggling to make a living. Xia Yu traveled all over the world in search of a way to govern the country. Because of his gratitude, the first generation of Ou Yezi took a bamboo, and another 100 and 8 catties of hardware, and cast a handful of 'Xiang Concubine' and gave it to Xia Yu. Xia Yu felt that the bamboo was straight from the middle to the outside, and then created a method of channeling and draining, and finally retreated from the flood. ”

The past of the gods and men thousands of years ago makes people leisurely fascinated, Yang Qi can't help but reverie infinitely, and then spit out a groove in his heart: In the legend of our family, Concubine Xiang and Dayu are a generation apart, but they are the wife of Emperor Shun! Here he and Dayu have made up CP, which is really gratifying. After complaining, he asked a very concerned question: "Let's not mention that a bamboo has become a divine soldier for the time being, what is the matter with only three taels and one point left in the end of one hundred and eight catties of hardware?"

"This is the beauty of the Xuanshen Soldier. The mystic is psychic, and the essence of the Xuanshen soldier is naturally exhausted, but when it finally becomes a soldier, its weight, rigidity, and even size can change as you like. Ou Yezi pointed to his hammer: "My hundred refining hammers, at the beginning of casting, a total of 30,000 catties of various gold and iron minerals were taken, and finally 5,000 catties of soldiers, the mystery of which is difficult to describe." ”

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting!" This phenomenon that violates the laws of basic physics makes Yang Qi feel very excited: "Then how to cast the Xuanshen Soldier?"

"First of all, the molten fire must have a spirit. Most of the materials used in casting the Xuanshen Soldiers are heavenly and earthly treasures, and it may be difficult to melt a point if the fire burns for a hundred years. Secondly, there must be people with profound karma to cast the fetus. ”

"Cast tires?"

"Yes, swords have sword tires, and swords have knife tires. The difference between the Xuanshen Soldier and the ordinary blade is nine out of nine in this casting. As long as the fetus is completed, the rest can be done by a skilled ordinary blacksmith. Ou Yezi unfolded the scroll sharply, and a handful of divine weapons swept in front of Yang Qi's eyes, and finally froze on a sword. It was a short sword of one foot and seven inches, dark green all over, and there was nothing unusual about it. But after staring at it for a long time, there is a strange sense of ominousness—similar to the feeling of seeing a dark shadow shrouded in a mirror in the world where the Grim Reaper has come.

"This sword is called Blue Blood Zhao Danqing, and it is the life's work of the third generation of Ou Yezi. In order to forge this sword, his wife, children, and disciples died one after another, and finally he himself threw himself into the furnace, and finally became a sword fetus. Qin Qi pointed his finger at the sword: "If you want to create a divine weapon, you must have a spiritual fire." The spirit is insufficient, and it can only be made up by martyrdom with the sword. ”

Looking at this blue blood shine on Danqing, Yang Qi was silent. A small blade, just trying to be born into the world, has so many sacrifices. After a while, Yang Qi spoke: "For a blade, sacrifice family and friends, is it worth it?"

Ou Yezi was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then said in a deep voice: "If the old man forges a sword, he will never be as cowardly as him." Killing his wife and daughter is what kind of hero he is. It's just that if you talk about the killing and martyrdom sword itself-" He looked at Yang Qi, heavy as a mountain: "It's worth it." ”

Yang Qi looked at Ou Yezi and looked at him. In that gaze, Yang Qi suddenly understood. Whether it's a blacksmith or a warrior, it's all the same. A warrior only seeks one battle in his life, and he does not hesitate to sacrifice his life and forget death in the ultimate battle. The blacksmith only asks for a blade in his life, and on this weapon that condenses all his dreams, he can kill himself. Even a scholar who is powerless can put his soul into writing a work of soul without any effort, putting life and death aside.

The love of the heart is where the Tao is. When a blacksmith dies for his sword, he is actually preaching.

Silly, but I think it's worth it. (To be continued......)

PS: Today's first chapter is still written very carefully. Originally, I wrote 3,500 words, but I cut it down little by little, removing the places that I felt redundant, and in the end there were only 3,000 words left. This chapter was written for more than three hours, and I was also drunk. But don't worry, you won't owe three chapters, and at the latest tomorrow during the day, the third chapter will be presented.