The old man loves money, he is afraid of poverty, but when it comes to iron-striking skills, he is not bad. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were ores, and good charcoals, and he rolled up his sleeves and did it with high interest.

There was no difficulty in purifying the ore, and Yun Yi cleaned up the stones and sand with just his mind. The rest was left to the old wealth fan to deal with, and Yun Yi and Kong Zhu stood on the side like disciples and watched.

The old money fan threw the metal lumps full of impurities on the stove, and the empty bamboo had the vision to pull up the bellows.

As the flames flickered, the metal bumps gradually changed color until they turned completely reddish.

The old money fan took the fire tongs and pinched out the metal lumps, threw them on the desk, picked up the hammer and pounded it with a clatter. In Yun Yi's opinion, if this iron lump is not pressed, it is designated to run around.

But in fact, this is not the case, under the sledgehammer of the old money fan, the metal lump is like dough, very honest. When the hammer is pulled down, it slowly becomes flattened, and it will never move.

The old money fan's body is really not very good, and he is obviously powerless after more than 30 hammers. When he saw that the iron bump had changed color, he threw it on the stove again, wiped his sweat beads and sighed, "I'm really old, I can't move a hammer anymore." If you hadn't come, I'd have starved to death in two years. ”

Yun Yi looked at him and didn't speak, Kongzhu turned his head to look at him, and pulled the bellows even more energetically.

If you really get started, there will be no difficulty.

When the iron turned red, Yun Yi simply grabbed it out with his hands, threw it on the desk, and picked up the hammer. His speed and physical strength are comparable to those of the old money fan.

The old money fan only saw an afterimage and heard the continuous tinkling sound, if it weren't for the relatively stable desk, he was really worried that Yun Yi would crush the iron lump into powder.

When Yunyi stopped, there was a round discus on the desk, with a uniform thickness and a smooth surface like a mirror.

The old money fan looked at this scene in horror, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense. He finally knew that the two young people in front of him were both high, and they were still boundless, otherwise they would never have had such good control.

Yun Yi is also an alchemist, and his alchemy level is not bad. Eyesight and control of force are naturally extremely strong.

He threw the discus into the furnace and said to the bamboo, "Come!"

Yunyi replaced the bamboo, pulling the bellows while recalling his realization. For him, striking iron or refining tools is an excellent time to practice and enlightenment. When he was hammering the discus just now, he deeply felt the malleability and adhesion of metal.

This is a key trait for Reiki, especially when applied in the realm. The realm is only the prototype of the world simulated by the true element, and when it encounters external forces, it is in danger of collapsing and shattering.

If malleability and adhesion are added to the true element, ordinary external forces will not be able to break it at all, but will only deform it, which is a complete additional life guarantee for cultivators.

Yun Yi has always spared his life, and he would rather run away in battle than do anything to resist stubbornly. Only with life can there be all possibilities, and he will never try to give up his life for dignity and face whether it is worth it.

The discus turned red again, and the empty bamboo was also fished out with his hands, and he swung the hammer and struck it.

At this time, the old money fan saw the difference between him and Yun Yi. Under the hammer of the bamboo, the discus scurried around, and the desk jumped like a dance, and finally collapsed with a bang.

The strength of the empty bamboo is also quite large.

He said embarrassedly: "This desk is too unsolid." "The old money fan didn't dare to say anything when he looked at him, your senior brother has turned the hammer into a hot wheel, and he hasn't seen the desk collapse, or your level is not good.

Yun Yi pointed to the ground, "Sensei has used the desk, smash it on the ground." ”

Kongzhu felt this insurance, picked up the hammer and smashed it on the discus. The dust on the ground floated up.

The cloud wings and the empty bamboo alternately hammered, and when it was dark, a piece of ore the size of a basin became only the size of a bowl. If you make a blade, you can make a short knife at most.

Yun Yi asked the old money fan, "Is it okay to fight like this?"

The old wealth fan shook his head, "It's not quite good, if it is reduced by half and added a little black kiln gold dust, it can be made into a peerless blade, and it should not be a problem to blow hair and break hair." ”

Kongzhu glanced at him, "You want to sell it for a good price again, right?"

The old man cautiously retorted, "I have to eat too." ”

Yun Yi looked at the sky, "Yes, let's get here today, and we'll come back tomorrow." After speaking, he looked at the stove and asked Kongzhu, "Let's eat here, ready-made." ”

Kongzhu pointed to the Qingqiu River, "I'm going to catch fish." ”

Yun Yi had to go buy meat.

In the evening, the three of them gathered around the fire and ate teppanyaki. The flavor of fish fillet, meat fillet, and fresh vegetables is exceptionally delicious and delicious even without seasoning.

The old man ate in a big gulp, chattering vigorously, "The old man has lived in vain all these years, and he has never eaten such a delicious meal when he lives by the river." "Yunyi and Kongzhu pouted, that's because you're lazy.

It's not that he's lazy, it's that he's lazy.

After eating and drinking, Yun Yi and Kongzhu talked in a low voice and went back. On the way back, the two exchanged their gains, but they found their own shortcomings.

The next day, after finishing the tasks arranged by the outer gate, the two came to the Qingqiu River again. The old money fan is in a very good state, and he seems to have a new life and is in good spirits. He didn't seem to be idle, and built a new desk out of ore.

"It's not going to be broken. The old money fan said with a sense of accomplishment.

Yun Yi said: "There's no need, just on the ground." ”

The old fan retorted, "Yes, you don't know how bad the dust was yesterday, and there was a layer of dirt floating on my futon. ”

It was another day of banging and beating, and as evening approached, Yun Yi had hammered the iron lump to the size of a fist. He asked the old money fan again, "This should be about the same, right?"

The old money fan still shook his head, "How can it be? When have you ever seen a sword that uses only one kind of metal, and you need to add special materials to modify it, either to increase the hardness, or to increase the toughness, or to increase the brightness." There's something to say about it. ”

Yun Yi pondered these words, remembered what he said about the black kiln gold dust yesterday, and asked, "What characteristics does the black kiln gold dust add?"

"Hardness and sharpness, toughness is not good, and it is easy to break when encountering strong external forces. "Old money is confused.

Yun Yi thought for a while and said, "Then I'll buy it tomorrow." He had memorized the black kiln gold dust, which should have damaged the malleability and adhesion of the metal, otherwise it would never have broken the blade.

In the evening, it was teppanyaki again, and the old money fan also bought a bunch of ingredients, and even bought a pot of wine. Eating and drinking, singing songs, looking at his complacent expression, it seems that he is enjoying the current living situation.

Yun Yi couldn't help but comment, "Contentment is bliss." ”

Kongzhu snorted twice and added, "Non-Hengfu." ”

Yun Yi smiled but did not speak. This is the difference between a practitioner and an ordinary person. If a cultivator can really reach the realm of great success, his face will no longer be old, and the time that passes between his hands will be enough for ordinary people to live countless lives.

The mood is different, and it is difficult to seek common ground in the pursuit of nature.

When a new day dawns, Yun Yi asks the old money fan to write an additive material to change its properties in metal. There are a lot of materials that old money fans know, there are 27 kinds of materials, some are used alone, and some are mixed and matched.

These materials can change the properties of a metal, either by pursuing hardness, toughness, or both. There are also those that increase brightness, those that increase corrosion resistance, and so on.

After buying back the materials, Yunyi added them one by one, observed the changes in the metal attentively, and firmly memorized the process of its change.

The empty bamboo is also next to it, but it is not enough in the realm, and most of them don't understand it. Yun Yi can't explain it, the Tao is like this, the verbal explanation is likely to be biased, it is better to comprehend it personally.

The old money fan doesn't have the lean end of the two, he just wants to take the refined blades to the street and exchange them for money, after all, with the addition of special materials, each blade is worth a lot of money.

Yun Yi asked him, "Who will buy this kind of unreliable blade?"

"Some people buy it. The old money fan glared and explained: "You masters naturally don't need it, but those rich sons, the eldest lady can use them to defend themselves." ”

"They?" said Kongzhu in surprise, "It's almost the same as killing themselves." ”

The old money fan gave a thumbs up, "What you said is really right, killing with a knife is also a kind of relief, so as not to bear the sorrow." ”

This kind of problem, Yun Yi doesn't want to discuss. He laid out the ten short knives he had refined, and then drew a secret pattern.

A regular evolution came out and the wind blade slashed past, and all ten knives were broken.

The old money fan looked at those stubbles and wanted to cry without tears, these knives are all money, and they were ruined like this, it's a pity.

Kongzhu didn't have a pity expression, and his eyes turned to Yunyi. Yun Yi shook his head, "It's too weak to use such rags to participate in the inner door assessment." ”

"What's the problem?" asked Kuzhu.

Yun Yi pondered and guessed, "Maybe the metal ratio is wrong. There is a big gap between the folk forging formula and the Baiqimen designation. ”

"I'll go find Zhou Xiaofeng, he should know. Kongzhu was about to leave as he spoke.

Yun Yi stopped him, "He knows and won't tell it, it's the secret of the Hundred Instruments Gate." "If a sect wants to continue, it is designated that the disciples of the sect will be strictly ordered to keep the sect's secrets, and there will even be countermeasures.

"What then?" said Kongzhu worried. If the blade you refine is difficult to pass the assessment, you won't be able to enter the inner door, and you can only hope for further learning refining skills.

Yun Yi pondered for a long time and asked the old money fan a question, "Can you tell the age of the ore?"

The old money fan shook his head, "How can I have that ability." Besides, you can't use it, the short knife you refined before is already considered the best, and the shops on the street may not be able to make it. ”

Yun Yi was silent again.

Good blades, he had indeed seen, like the flying swords they wielded. None of the secret patterns can cut it off, there must be a specific refining method.

Kong Zhu also thought of this, "Senior brother, why can the flying sword used by the inner disciple be added to the machine spirit, and how can the machine spirit survive in it?"

Yun Yi looked at him and vaguely understood.

Weapons are not simple things, but the simpler they are, the less solid they become. The eternal thing in the world is the rules, and the strongest thing is also the rules.

If the rules are engraved on the weapon, wouldn't it be equivalent to more protection of heaven and earth?

Yun Yi figured it out and was confused.

The rules of heaven and earth are mysterious, what rules should be engraved on weapons, and how should they be engraved? )