Chapter 115 Lost in the Long River of History (3) Jiuding

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Under a row of lush mulberry trees, a group of women are carefully mixing the bark and the fibers of the toughen grass into the hair of birds and animals, and gently twisting them into thin threads. The numerous threads are then woven into small pieces of cloth-like braid. Another group of women sewed the braids into garments of different sizes and sizes.

A woman with white sideburns put down the sewn clothes in her hand and said angrily: "Old Seven, where have you been running these days? The clothes I just made for you have worn out in less than a month."

Do you want to exhaust your mother, and your mother has to sew clothes for other people, so how can she spend all her thoughts on you alone?"

Seven Kills, who is already fifteen years old, except that his face is still white and tender, his body is more robust and sturdy, but his height has not changed much, and he still looks like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

At this time, Seven Kills was weaving a crown for his two-year-old sister with a mulberry branch, and when he heard his mother's words, he hurriedly stopped his movements and said uneasily, "Mother, I really bothered you.

Don't make me any new clothes in the future, I'll just wear animal skins, and the thing will be strong and warm. ā€

The mother of the Seven Killings frowned and said, "How can that work? You are the young patriarch of the Black Yan Clan, how can you wear animal skins like everyone else?"

Seven Kills said only as if "Mother taught me a lesson.

However, I have been practicing hunting skills with my third uncle in the mountains lately, and I have been learning bronze smelting skills from his father, so I am really not fit to wear the clothes you made for me.

Mother, you still let me wear animal skins!"

After speaking, he put the tiara in his hand on his sister's head.

The mother stuffed the finished set of clothes to Seven Kills, and said helplessly: "I really can't take you as a demon king of the mixed world, take it, don't tear this new set of clothes again." ā€

Seven Kills hurriedly took the clothes with both hands: "Thank you, Mother!"

At this moment, a teenager in the distance shouted loudly: "Old Seven, everyone is ready, it's up to you!"

The mother said anxiously, "What are you doing here?" Be careful, remember to go home for dinner!"

Seven Kills stood up and replied, "Well, Mother, I'm going to catch a small herd of boars with the stones, it's going to take days, so don't wait for me to eat."

Mother, if you have time, take a break, don't tire yourself out, I'm leaving!"

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Seven Kills looked at the dozen or so partners in front of him who had played from childhood to adulthood, and couldn't help but show the style of a boss unintentionally. These friends are all taller than Seven Kills, and their bodies are stronger.

Seven Kills smiled and said, "Little ones, today is the last batch of raw materials, each carrying eighty catties of ore, can you persevere?"

More than a dozen friends jumped up when they heard this: "Eighty pounds? How is this possible? That road is very difficult to walk." ā€

Seven Kills sneered contemptuously: "Just a few of you who still claim to be from my Black Flame clan? It's a shame! I'll carry double copies, one hundred and sixty pounds!"

Seven Kills' best partner, Shi, a sturdy young man who was one and a half heads taller than Seven Kills, was taken aback: "Boss, one hundred and sixty pounds is not a joke, how can you climb the mountain with such a heavy thing on your back?"

Seven Kills smiled: "The spotted tiger I hunted at the beginning was three hundred catties, and Lao Tzu didn't get it back from such a far away place alone?"

If it weren't for the fact that there was too much ore and the flesh hurt on his body, Lao Tzu would still want to carry 300 catties. That's why you are called for 80 pounds? What a bunch of garbage!"

Only then did more than a dozen friends think of the deeds of this demon king of the mixed world, and they suddenly wilted, shrunk into a ball and stopped talking.

Seven Kills pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Look at your death, this time I will come back after sending the raw materials, boss, I will personally go to catch a mountain boar, let's go to the back mountain to roast and eat, and I will bring the treasured can of monkey wine."

How's that? Can you carry eighty pounds of ore on your back?"

More than a dozen friends immediately cheered.

Seven kills and a group of more than a dozen people, each carrying more than eighty pounds of ore, covered tightly with branches and green grass, set off in the middle of the night.

Seven Kills looked at the faint points of light emitted by several bonfires in the village behind him, took a deep breath, waved his hand and said, "Speed up!"

Everyone was about to take a big stride, when suddenly one of the people at the front exclaimed, "Clan, patriarch!"

When Seven Kills heard that it was his father who came, he hurriedly rushed to the front in two steps, only to see a tall man dressed in black standing under a tree, blending into the darkness of the night, only his eyes reflected the moonlight in the sky.

Seven Kills stepped forward and said, "Patriarch!"

Hei Yan Yulie looked at his son, who was already able to take charge on his own, and smiled with relief: "Old Seven, I have really suffered you in the past two years.

The Black Flame Clan will not forget you, and as soon as Jiuding comes out, the patriarch will definitely fulfill his original promise!"

Seven killings and a sour nose, this was the first time in fifteen years that his father praised himself, he bowed deeply to his father, and walked away without a sound.

The others stepped forward one after another to salute the patriarch, and then followed the swift and hurried footsteps of the Seven Kills.

After walking non-stop for a day and a night, the group stopped to rest by a small stream, took out dried meat and dried food, and ate wildly on the stream. After a while, the snoring was loud, and no matter how strong the body was, the people couldn't resist such a high-intensity rapid march, and they fell asleep one after another, except for seven kills.

With its rich experience in surviving in the wild, Seven Kills immediately discovered the unusual thing about this place: there were traces of strangers and activities!

However, the Seven Killings have an important mission, and it is inconvenient to track them down to the end, so they have to give up and go back here to investigate carefully in their leisure time in the future.

After resting for two or three hours, the Seven Kills group set off again. I traveled like this for a day and a night, resting once, and finally arrived at my destination after ten days.

Jiuding's smelting work began as early as the craftsmen and the first raw materials were in place.

Seven Kills and his friends are also masters of bronze smelting, but they can't smelt giant bronzes like Ding, but it's not a problem to refine a food vessel or a wine vessel. They were also able to fire clay embryos, or molds, for giant bronzes like Ding. The simplest work was to extract the metals from the various ores that had been brought, and these metals were the real raw materials for the bronzes.

Jiuding is very peculiar and mysterious, can only be followed by the patriarch's instructions to the craftsmen step by step, even if the wrong pattern is depicted, the ratio of the main and auxiliary materials will fail at all, and the smelted things are not the real Jiuding, at best they are just nine ordinary tripods, and they will not help the Heiyan clan in the slightest.

Three days later, the craftsmen finished mixing the metal extracted from the ore of the Seven Killings, divided them into nine parts, and carefully added them to the nine crimson tripods. These nine tripods are not the nine tripods that the Black Flame clan needs, but the containers that carry the materials for refining the nine tripods.

All the materials are dissolved into a liquid and packed into nine crimson statues, and under the top is the so-called earth fire: nine rivers of magma that are brought in from not far away, constantly heating the great tripod at a constant temperature. This situation has been going on for more than a year, and today we are waiting for the last batch of raw materials brought by Seven Kills.

After waiting for another three days, everyone looked at the red liquid in the Nine Great Dings with excitement and anticipation on their faces.

An old man with only one arm and half of his face with severe burn marks said majestically: "Three days have passed, and all the materials must have been mixed evenly. Ah Qing, bring the main ingredient!"

Another old man with only one leg greeted him, and seven or eight old craftsmen went with him.

Seven Kills was surprised: "Second Grandpa, what are you talking about? The nine great tripods are not the main ingredients? The tens of thousands of catties of things that we have worked so hard to carry are not the main ingredients?"

The one-armed old man smiled: "Of course, Jiuding is a mortal thing?

Boy, just wait and watch, don't make any more fuss, delay the release of Jiuding, don't need you Lao Tzu, second grandfather, I will kill you with my own hands!"

After a while, the three old men came over with a jade plate each.

On top of a jade plate were nine small boxes, each of which contained a small round purple-red ball, like some kind of liquid, dripping and rolling.

On top of the other jade plate were nine transparent vessels that Seven Kills had never seen before, and looking through the vessels, one could see that they contained about half of the black gravel-like items of the entire transparent vessel.

The last jade plate was placed an emerald green strip with the thickness of nine little fingers, the length of the forearm, emitting a green fluorescence, and the breath was uncertain.

What are these things?

Seven Kills' eyes were straight, and he held back the doubts in his stomach and didn't dare to make a sound.

At this moment, there was a roaring sound behind him.