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"No, he's still there, he's just too weak and needs to rest. Lan Feng shook his head violently and muttered firmly.

He remembered that before the old man disappeared, he had said that he wanted him to forge some weapons, and as long as he devoured the spirit of those weapons, the old man would be able to recover.

Unfortunately, the old man disappeared before he could teach him how to forge weapons.

Therefore, he still knows only a little about forging, and he knows nothing about the essence of weapons.

Looking at the piece of iron-making on the load-bearing platform, he had nowhere to start for a while.

Fortunately, the most critical breath forging method, he has already learned the essentials, as long as he masters the breath forging method, and through some exploration, it must be possible to forge a weapon of good quality.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lan Feng restrained his emotions and forced himself into a state of calm.

The most critical step of the breath forging method is to sense the stripes in the material through the keen soul perception, as long as this is done, it is equivalent to stepping into the door of the breath forging method, so he does not seek to see every line of the material clearly, but only to be able to sense them, and he is satisfied.

The old man has fallen into a deep sleep, and now he has to rely on himself for everything.

The tribulations that have been experienced in the past three years come into play at this moment.

On those immature shoulders, even if they were carrying huge pressure, they still couldn't crush them.

Sitting quietly, Lan Feng didn't do anything, just calmly staring at the piece of iron on the load-bearing platform.

The scorching sun was shining, and after being under the scorching sun for a long time, hot sweat gradually appeared on Lan Feng's forehead.

But he didn't move, like a humanoid sculpture.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour......

The sky gradually darkened, and the shadow of the sunset elongated on the boy's body slowly changed its position, but the sculpture-like boy never moved, and even the eyes that were so sour as pins and needles did not close his eyelids.

He stared at the piece of iron so quietly, and his mind gradually became a little trance.

It's night.

After having dinner with his father Lan Xianlong, Lan Feng lay down on the bed early, closed his eyes and rested.

This was the first time since his talent had recovered that he had taken the initiative to rest so early, and he couldn't even get interested in cultivating.

In his heart, there is nothing more important than awakening the old man.

has long been accustomed to arguing with the elderly, and more than ten years of companionship have cultivated a strong family affection between the two, not relatives, but better than relatives.

Perhaps even Lan Feng himself didn't realize that the old man in his mouth had already become one of the most important people in his life.

They are also teachers and friends, and they are also inseparable confidants.

Suddenly, there was no one left, and a strong sense of loneliness and frustration made the boy toss and turn in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Lan Xianlong naturally saw that his child seemed to have something on his mind, but Lan Feng didn't speak, and he didn't bother to ask more, he believed that Lan Feng could handle his own affairs, since he was a child, Lan Feng almost didn't worry about him, even if it was the incident three years ago, it was not Lan Feng's own reason.

In the next few days, Lan Feng seemed to be a different person, sitting silently on the bluestone in the courtyard all day long, silently staring at the pieces of iron smelting on the load-bearing platform.

The wind blows, the rain blows, the sun shines, and the night is dyed.

The appearance of that piece of iron-smelting had been deeply engraved into Lan Feng's mind, like an imprint carved in the deepest part of his memory.

Looking at his child like this, Lan Xianlong wanted to speak several times, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back raw.

With a deep sigh, Lan Xianlong's eyes couldn't help but flash a look of worry: "Could it be that this kid has suffered another blow?"

He didn't know what had happened, it had caused such a big blow to Lan Feng, even if it was the unwarranted disaster three years ago, it had never made Lan Feng show such despair, and had never forced Lan Feng to be so decadent, he couldn't imagine that there was anything more violent than the unwarranted disaster three years ago.

There was news in the market that Lan Feng was not trying his best to learn to strike iron, and he walked away.

Rumors are spreading, and there are countless people who secretly ridicule them.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for Lan Feng to retreat from the difficulty, and being able to watch this former genius experience another failure was obviously a thing worth celebrating for many people who were unbalanced in their hearts.

Not long after, Lan Feng sat in the courtyard all day long, staring at the news of the piece of iron smelting in a daze, and spread again.

For a while, this dazzling genius in the past once again set off a heated discussion in Fengzhen.

"This kid is stupid, isn't he?"

"After wasting three years of prime time, even if he recovers his cultivation talent, I'm afraid he won't be able to do anything in his life. ”

"Tsk, the famous Young Master Feng actually wants to learn from others to strike iron. ”

When the news reached the ears of the blacksmiths of the two blacksmith shops in Fengzhen, they shook their heads and smiled, although the blacksmith was not a refiner, and his status was not as respected as that of a refiner, but not everyone could become a blacksmith.

The girl Yang Xue has been here many times, but every time she stops at the gate of the courtyard and stands, not daring to disturb Lan Feng.

Every time she looked at the slightly thin figure in the courtyard, the loneliness and loneliness that permeated her surroundings made her extremely distressed, as if she had approached and hugged it in her arms, but she didn't do it, because she was afraid, afraid that if she moved like this, she would completely push the boy into the unknown distance, into another world.

The girl's sixth sense is always strong, and although she doesn't know why she has such an illusion, she doesn't dare to try it.

The ups and downs of the outside world did not affect Lan Feng in the slightest.

Day after day, Lan Feng's movements did not change in the slightest, and everything disappeared in his sight, leaving only the pieces of iron smelting.

The load-bearing platform is gone, the stove is gone, the verdant trees around are gone, and the pink and white walls are gone.

The sound of the wind in my ears is gone, the sound of rain is gone, the chirping of insects and birds is gone, and the noise of the crowd is gone.

Lan Feng seemed to have passed out of a coma, and as if he was awake, his consciousness was chaotic, and all his thoughts flew away from the nine heavens and clouds.

Gradually, he seemed to "see" an invisible line, a beautiful and charming line.

Unconsciously, a lifelike line appeared in one part of the iron, this line seemed to have life, slowly swimming on the iron, twisting, like a rainbow after the rain, in an instant, the whole heaven and earth, it seemed that only this line was left, and the rhythmic pulse of the heartbeat faintly entered Lin Feng's ears.

After half a month of mad induction, Lan Feng finally sensed the lines on the block of iron.

"Is this the pattern?" a faint mutter, coming from the boy's mouth.

The soul perception is extended, and the lines become clearer and clearer, as if they are alive in his sight, but Lan Feng knows that he is far from being able to see the texture of the material with the naked eye, obviously, this is the credit of the soul perception, two lives, his soul perception is several times stronger than ordinary people, and such a keen soul perception makes the young man feel the texture of the material and capture the rhythm of the texture in just half a month.

The texture of the material is like the heart of human beings, and the leylines of the earth exude rhythmic fluctuations all the time.

These textures are the most quintessential part of the material, and all materials are constructed on the basis of these textures.

Taking a deep breath, the young man's emotions fluctuated because of a hint of joy, and he withdrew from his special state in an instant.

But he wasn't discouraged, and with this experience, it would be much easier to get into this state next time.

"Meticulous, this state, might as well be named 'Subtle Realm'. After a moment of thought, Lan Feng decided on the special state he was in.

As the name suggests, entering this state allows you to observe the most detailed parts of things in a single thought.

In Lan Feng's vision, the subtle realm is only the introduction to the breath forging method, and above it, there are higher levels, which Lan Feng named respectively as the realm of transcendent and transcendent sanctification.

Entering the realm of transformation, driving above the realm of subtlety, entering this state, as soon as the soul perception comes out, everything around will be hidden.

Entering the realm of sainthood, above the transcendent realm, entering this state, you can gain insight into the essence of all things, just like the state that the old man helped Lan Feng enter before he fell asleep.

And Lan Feng has just stepped into the door of the subtle realm, and it can barely be called the early stage of the subtle realm.

If he wants to reach the transcendent realm of sainthood, Lan Feng obviously still has a long way to go.

His thoughts slowly pulled back, and when Lan Feng came back to his senses, he was stunned to find: "My cultivation is ......."

In just a few breaths, the vitality in his body actually increased wildly, although he did not break through to the vitality realm, but it was equivalent to his usual cultivation for several hours.

A few breaths, but it was the enemy who had been able to cultivate hard for several hours, and this major discovery shocked the young man on the spot.

In the same way, his spirit was also slightly tired, but it was undoubtedly much better than the cultivation of several hours.

He finally understood why the old man said that as long as he did what he was told, his cultivation would improve faster than when he was crazy about cultivation.

It's really a little scary.

It's just that when he thought that the old man was still asleep and the situation was unknown, the faint joy in the young man's heart was diluted a little.

"If the old man knew that I had touched the threshold of the subtle realm, he would be very happy, right?" A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the young man took a deep breath and cheered up.

Just based on a little information, through his own efforts, he has explored the three major realms, and if he changes anyone, I am afraid that he can't help but have a trace of pride.

But Lan Feng didn't have the time to think about these at all, and his gaze fell on the piece of iron again.

Calming down his emotions and reining his thoughts, Lan Feng turned into a sculpture again like a sitting old monk.

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