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For the next month, Mo Yi lived in seclusion, except for going to his senior sister in the morning to learn swordsmanship and attending lectures in the lecture hall, and spent the rest of the time practicing in his own hut. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It took him half a month to learn the eighteen styles of the Fufeng Sword Technique, and then Ling Yue urged him to practice the Sword Technique, and by the end of the month he had already practiced the first glimpse of the door. The fountain is also the size of a small pond, and the sword technique is still extremely effective in boosting its stimulation.

At the same time, other brothers and sisters also opened up Yongquan successively, and the well-informed little fat man said that Yi Xun was the fastest besides him, and it only took one week. The others have about half a month, but Mo Yi himself is too lazy to understand, it is all Haiba who keeps instilling in him. The same was true for the next two months, there was no more turmoil, except for Yi Xun who ran over to him to challenge him after learning the Fufeng Sword Technique and was pulled away by Yi Yun.

As everyone opened up the spring, his attention gradually decreased. The main thing, of course, is that his meal ticket is due. At the same time, the disciples have been on a mission for a long time, and he is already too preferential.

The sect lecture hall is closed on the day and the subday, and the time for everyone to go out on the task is also on these two days. It was the day of the day, and he had to do some tasks considering the time, so he cleaned up after breakfast and went out.

Mo Yi entered the deacon's hall, and the deacon's disciples recognized him with great enthusiasm and guided Mo Yi to take the task. Most of the tasks of the outer disciples are sent by the elders of the inner sect, and most of them belong to errands or miscellaneous work. Of course, if you don't do it, you can pay for food in the canteen.

Mo Yi glanced at the task list, there were about twenty tasks that had just been released, including those who did chores for the canteen, and those who helped weed the elder's medicine garden; but one of the tasks attracted Mo Yi's attention, and it was a job to help add carbon and bellows to the forge; he was quite good at this; after all, he had also helped Li Gang for a long time. The client who fell behind was an elder with a weak heart, and this name made Mo Yi uneasy.

Of course, taking the task has nothing to do with the name, what Mo Yi needs is what he can do, and it doesn't take up too much time. After communicating with the deacon disciples and receiving this task, Mo Yi began to set off.

The place was Ruoxu Valley, not far from the outer gate, and it would take about a quarter of an hour to arrive. The valley is not very large, and there is a small lake in the hinterland, and a row of elegant water pavilions have been built around the lake.

Mo Yi ran up and knocked on the door, and from time to time the door opened, and Mo Yi was shocked when he looked at the person who opened the door. This is obviously Uncle Zhou, who has been teaching them, and unlike the suave scholars in the lecture hall, he is now dressed in the standard attire of a blacksmith, and his hair is wrapped in a dark turban.

"Are you an Elder with a Void Heart..." Mo Yi's voice was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Uncle Zhou was an Elder with a Void Heart.

"Oh, it's you little one; Just call me Uncle Zhou..." Looking at Mo Yi, Uncle Zhou smiled faintly, and his face was slightly unnatural when Mo Yi shouted the word 'weak heart', and after speaking, he turned around and went first.

"Yes... Uncle Zhou. ”

Mo Yi nodded, and shouted a little more smoothly, followed closely, and entered the room. The surroundings are very elegantly decorated, with all kinds of danqing pen hanging on the wall, and the mahogany utensils are elegant and chic. However, Uncle Zhou did not stop, but led him all the way forward, through a corridor to the lake. A large furnace was built here, next to the blacksmith's furnace and a quenching pool.

The two weapon racks were full of weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, and there were basically eighteen kinds of weapons. And looking at the flickering sharp cold light on the weapon, basically every handle can be compared to the setting moon that Li Gang gave him. As for the corners of the walls, his tools are much more than those of Li Gang.

"Alright, you turn the fire in the stove on fire first. ”

Uncle Zhou commanded, picked up a plier and removed the pottery stopper under the furnace, and the reddish liquid suddenly slipped down and flowed down the channel to a nearby mold. Mo Yi knew that this was the copper and tin that were useless when smelting iron ore, and that Li Gang would not collect them. After all, he skillfully added charcoal to the blacksmith's furnace, carefully avoiding the flames coming out of the hearth, and slowly and orderly began to pull the bellows.

"Not bad, it seems you've done it before?" Uncle Zhou couldn't help but ask as he watched Mo Yi's skillful movements.

Mo Yi also nodded politely and replied, "I grew up in the blacksmith's family. ”

Uncle Zhou nodded, looking at Mo Yi's movements, he was still very satisfied. Then he pulled out a thick, longer pair of pliers and pulled a piece of reddish metal the size of a millstone straight out of the furnace. Heat transpiration, looking at this scene, Mo Yi couldn't help but be amazed, this is crude steel made of iron sand and charcoal in a furnace. Uncle Zhou, who is at a loss, can pick it up, and such a large piece must have at least a thousand catties.

Uncle Zhou took it out and threw it directly into the lake, and the water suddenly churned and steam filled the place. Looking at Uncle Zhou's brutal methods, Mo Yi was stunned.

When the iron had cooled down, he reached out and fished it out of the water, then used a small hammer to break the iron that was full of air holes. High-quality materials are selected and then heated in the furnace. Mo Yi had seen this process also increase the speed at which the bellows were pulled, and the tongue of fire overflowed with the hearth.

As the iron was heated to a red color, Uncle Zhou took it out and put it on top of the iron felt and began to forge it; his men were so fast that each hammer was so powerful that the huge sledgehammer seemed to be nothing in his hand; the iron was rapidly deformed in the spark splash, and then he folded the red-hot iron back into the furnace. Mo Yi was surprised, this is the standard method of refining 100 steels, Li Gang has to return to the furnace at least three or four times to achieve this level, and Uncle Shi does it once, which is obviously a big gap in the quality of the iron forged.

A piece of raw iron should not be recycled more than 100 times, beyond which the hardness of the iron will be significantly reduced, and it will no longer be suitable for making swords. Therefore, the blacksmith will try his best to control it, and the more he can forge it while retaining the hardness, the better the steel.

Iron under 90 forgings is extremely hard but very brittle, and you may break at the slightest touch. Only steel forged over 90 forged steels have excellent toughness, and the blacksmith will clearly control this range to ensure that the steel has two characteristics. Adjust the contradiction between hardness and toughness.

Uncle Zhou's men were extremely fast, and in two hours he had folded and forged a piece of iron a hundred times, and it was time for midday dinner. At this time, Uncle Zhou took out two round pills from his arms and handed them to Mo Yi, who took them and checked them, not knowing what they did. The balls about the size of a dragon's eye are similar to the honey pills in the pharmacy, but Mo Yi thought that Uncle Shi would not give him medicine at will.

Mo Yizheng was puzzled, and Senior Uncle Zhou began to explain: "These are two marching pills, which I made with a recipe that I exchanged for a spear from the Tianshu Battalion, and it is specially used for the soldiers of the Zhou Tian realm to replenish their essence. If you eat two, you won't have to eat again today. ”

"So powerful..." Mo Yi couldn't help but be surprised, he had eaten enough at each meal now, far more than three or four times as much as he used to, and he really doubted that this little thing could fill a day.

Putting down the hammer, Uncle Zhou couldn't help but laugh and continued to explain: "When marching and fighting, sometimes you have to march in a hurry, where is the time to set up a pot to cook? But the soldiers are basically in the Zhou Tian realm, and the replenishment of essence has become a problem, so this marching pill was developed from this. ”