Leng Wenxuan and the little fat man came to the blacksmith shop with dry materials on their backs, their faces were covered with sweat and mud, and they put down the dry materials one after another. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Look at what you guys can do, go wash it up!" Master Zhang laughed as he looked at the cat-like faces of the two.

"You—" The two of them looked at each other, smiled, and then ran to wash their faces together.

"Okay, Brother Li, you dare to splash me with water, look at me. Leng Wenxuan was washing his face, and was splashed with cold water by the other party, and suddenly turned into a little blacksmith like falling into the water, he shouted and fought back decisively.

In front of the blacksmith shop, the splashing of water, the immature laughter, and the smiles of the villagers in the past all make the peaceful side of the village vividly displayed.

"Xiao Xuan!" Master Zhang looked at the two Tao boys and made a fuss for a while, and then shouted.

"Master Zhang. When Leng Wenxuan heard this, he abandoned the smiling little fat man on the side and said respectfully.

"Let's get to work. Master Zhang said a word, then turned around and walked into the blacksmith shop, Leng Wenxuan saw this and looked at the little fat man.

"I'll go back, you and Master Zhang should study hard, and don't forget to refine things for me. Seeing that Xiao Xuan had something to do, the little fat man left with interest, ran a few steps, suddenly stopped his fat body, and reminded Xiao Xuan.

"Don't worry!" Leng Wenxuan waved goodbye to the little fat man, then turned around and entered the blacksmith shop.

At this time, Master Zhang had already taken a large iron tongs, and then stretched the iron tongs into the pit, clamped out the iron block, and placed it on a large stone.

Then Master Zhang took a sledgehammer, with half an arm on the handle, and his head was like a baby crying. The hammer handle is half the length of an adult's arm, and the hammer head is the size of a newborn baby's head.

"Xiao Xuan, this is a fifty-pound sledgehammer. The iron is hot and needs to be struck constantly. Master Zhang bowed his head and said to Leng Wenxuan.

In fact, these words, Master Zhang will say them every time he opens the furnace, Leng Wenxuan has already memorized them by heart, and he can respond to them, but he does not have any sense of boredom, he still listens carefully to Master Zhang's words and watches every action.

"Bump!" Master Zhang swung his sledgehammer and slammed it towards the reddened iron, making a loud noise and sparks splashing everywhere.

Leng Wenxuan buzzed in his ears at first, and he was deaf for a short time, but then he got used to it, and his small eyes watched Master Zhang's movements without blinking.

"Bumper and bumper...", there was a constant sound in the blacksmith shop, and after passing by, it was also accustomed to hearing it.

Half an hour later, the sound of the blow suddenly died down. At this time, Master Zhang's whole body was sweating like rain, and the iron piece also became black, and if you look closely, you will find that its thickness has changed from the original width of one finger to half a finger width.

Master Zhang put the iron into the cold water, and the white mist suddenly rose, came quickly, and disappeared quickly.

"Xiao Xuan, every time you take shape, you have to stabilize it. Then return to the furnace. As he spoke, Master Zhang put the iron into the fire again and continued to calcine.

Seeing this, Leng Wenxuan quickly added materials, and then the two came to the blacksmith shop, Leng Wenxuan sat next to Master Zhang, but seeing that the sweat on his body was still continuous, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Leng Wenxuan ran to the blacksmith shop, searched for it in the dry materials, and then ran out quickly with a rusty iron fan.

"Huh" Master Zhang was very hot, and suddenly a breeze hit, which was a lot more refreshing, and he turned his head to look.

But seeing Leng Wenxuan, he was holding a rusty iron fan with both hands, waving it constantly, and a breeze was blowing.

"Xiao Xuan, what is this?" Master Zhang asked suspiciously when he saw this scene.

"I went out today, and I picked it up in the valley, master, if it's hot, I can fan you. It can be refreshing a lot. Leng Wenxuan said with a smile and sped up the speed of his swing.

"Yes, that's fine. Master Zhang suddenly felt that he was no longer in the heat, and he was very satisfied.

"Master, I want to cast something myself!" Leng Wenxuan remembered what he had promised the little fat man and said.

"Oh?" Master Zhang was stunned when he heard this, he saw that Xiao Xuan was young, so he never let him master the furnace, but just let him observe on the side, but he didn't expect to propose it by himself today.

"I promised Brother Li to refine something for him. Leng Wenxuan said truthfully.

"Okay, have you thought about what to refine?" Master Zhang was overjoyed when he heard this, and asked.

"A little sword!" Leng Wenxuan had already thought about it, and as soon as Master Zhang's words fell, he opened his mouth to answer.

"You want to refine a weapon!" this answer was unexpected by Master Zhang.

"Yes, Brother Li has always dreamed of becoming a person like the village chief, so I plan to refine a weapon for him. "When Leng Wenxuan and the village chief were learning to read and write, they also knew that those who had supernatural powers had their own weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc.

"Well, then after refining your Uncle Wang's shovel, you can start. Master Zhang smiled slightly, and did not object.

"Oh, yes, yes, Brother Li will definitely be very happy when the time comes!" Leng Wenxuan heard this, knowing that with Master Zhang here, this refining was probably not a problem, and he also jumped around happily.

The next day, the blacksmith shop sounded again, and an hour later, Master Zhang and Leng Wenxuan, who were sweating like rain, walked out.

"Master, when am I going to start!" Leng Wenxuan asked impatiently while fanning the wind for Master Zhang. Because after all, it was the first time to refine, and it was inevitable that I was a little excited in my heart.

"It's afternoon!" Master Zhang looked at Leng Wenxuan's eager to try, touched his suddenly little head, and smiled.

In the afternoon, Leng Wenxuan stood by the fire, his little face tense, and only then did he know that he thought that he could cast it, but when it was really time to cast it himself, he was so nervous.

He slowly wiped the sweat from his palms with his small hands, and then threw a long piece of iron half an arm's length into the pit beside him and buried it.

"Okay, Xiao Xuan, let's go out and wait!" Master Zhang, signaling that you can go out.

"Master, I, I'll wait here!" Leng Wenxuan looked at Master Zhang who walked out of the blacksmith shop and said.

"Well, okay!" Master Zhang paused, didn't look back, said a word, and then walked out.

In the blacksmith shop, Leng Wenxuan was left alone, he looked at the fire, his heart was extremely anxious, at this moment, he thought of a word, torment, it turns out that waiting is sometimes so tormenting.

Unconsciously, two hours passed, Leng Wenxuan was still looking at the fire, and the anxiety in his heart slowly faded.

"Xiao Xuan, it's okay!" Master Zhang walked in, looked at Leng Wenxuan's demeanor, and nodded with satisfaction. He also came from the first time he struck iron, and he knew that the state of mind was very important, and it needed to be changed by himself.

"Ah" Leng Wenxuan was taken aback, turned his head to look over, but saw Master Zhang nodding and signaling that he could start.

Leng Wenxuan took the iron tongs, clamped out the iron block, and put it on the boulder. At this time, Master Zhang handed over a small hammer, Leng Wenxuan knew that it was a ten-pound small hammer, and with his current strength, it was just right to use it.

Hold the iron with the iron tongs with the left hand, and smash it with the small hammer with the right hand. "Bump", sparks splashed, and a reaction force was transmitted to the palm of the hand through the small hammer, making the palm slightly numb.

Leng Wenxuan got used to it, and then swung the small hammer again and smashed it hard.

"Bumper..."There was a constant noise in the blacksmith's shop, but unlike before, it was much quieter, and the man in the main furnace had changed.

Three hours later, Leng Wenxuan put the slightly thin piece of iron into the cold water, solidified it, and calcined it again.

Six hours later, Leng Wenxuan put the iron into the cold water again. At this time, the iron was as much as half thinner than it was at the beginning, and when it was about to be put into the furnace again, Master Zhang stopped his movements.

It turned out that when the time was twilight, Master Zhang and Leng Wenxuan left the blacksmith shop together, and after eating, they told Leng Wenxuan to rest well and continue tomorrow.

Xu was tired, Leng Wenxuan returned to the room, lay on the bed and fell asleep, as soon as it was dawn, he got up, as soon as he moved, his arms were sore, and he didn't even dare to clench his fists.

He came to Master Zhang's room, patted his tired cheek with his hand, made his expression as natural as possible, and then walked in.

When Master Zhang saw the other party's stubborn appearance, he didn't expose it. After the two of them had breakfast, they came to the blacksmith shop again, and Leng Wenxuan continued his casting.

I don't know how the little fat man knew that Leng Wenxuan was helping him refine things, and he also came to the blacksmith shop early, saying that this was the earliest day for the little fat man.

"Xiao Xuan, Xiao Xuan, what are you helping me refine?" After the little fat man came in, he looked at Leng Wenxuan and planned to open the furnace, and asked.

"Brother Li, you're here, keep it secret now!" Leng Wenxuan said with a slight smile.

"How's that going?" the little fat man asked, rubbing his little hands, impatiently again.

"Wait, I'm not in a hurry, what are you anxious about. Leng Wenxuan said with a smile after lighting the fire.

"Can you not be in a hurry. Can you not be in a hurry. The little fat man walked back and forth in the blacksmith shop, and said to himself.

"Master Zhang, why is this stove so slow!" The little fat man came to the stove from time to time to take a look, and suddenly said something that made Master Zhang laugh out loud.

"It's not an overnight thing, you two wait here!" Master Zhang smiled slightly, and then walked out.

The little fat man, swaying back and forth in the blacksmith shop, and the temperature in the shop gradually rising, soon sweated profusely. The sweat from his back seeped through his clothes and stuck to his back.

"Little, Xiao Xuan, I..." The little fat man looked at Leng Wenxuan as if he was fine, and stopped talking.

"Brother Li, what's wrong?" Leng Wenxuan looked at the little fat man's somewhat twisted expression, and he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Don't blame my brother for being unjust, it's too hot!" the little fat man shouted, and then ran out with a puff of smoke.

"Eh, haha!" Leng Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

The sound of the blacksmith did not stop until dusk, during which the little fat man came in from time to time, and after asking about the situation, he quickly ran out, and embarrassed him, such a hot day, and the fire made the temperature of the blacksmith shop rise, and his fat body.

On the third day, Leng Wenxuan stopped moving, and at this time, a small black iron sword appeared in front of his eyes. Half an arm is short and two fingers wide, and it is more suitable to say that it is a dagger.

Leng Wenxuan picked up the small iron sword and came to a stone. But I saw that this stone was covered with tiny pinholes, like honeycombs.

This is sand and gravel, which is used for polishing. There are two essentials of striking iron, one is casting, and the other is refining. Casting refers to the complete creation of its form, while refining is to perfect it so that it can be forged and achieve its state.

"Snort" Leng Wenxuan put the small iron sword on the sand and stone, and kept polishing it repeatedly, making a piercing sound.

Two hours later, a sharp small iron sword appeared in Leng Wenxuan's hand, this was his achievement, and he was now a veritable little blacksmith.