Chapter 209: The Knife Comes

"We blacksmiths are used to seeing this thing. But so much, my old Ding has been fighting iron for half my life, and I may not have seen so much in total. Do you say it's awesome? ”

"You've seen it for less, but it's awesome? You're telling me what the hell these things are?! I'm still confused! ”

"It's not a good thing, it's completely useless!"

"Why don't you tell the labor and management what this is, the labor and management will stab you to death!"

"This thing, let's call it Iron Ash. Tut-tut, it's amazing, I guess my master has never seen so many iron ash ......"

"Poof!" The voice of the blade in the thigh: "Tell me, what is iron ash." Otherwise, the next one will be in your throat! ”

"Wang, Brother Wang, spare your life! This iron ash is what fell out of the process of our blacksmith burning the iron red and forging it repeatedly with a hammer, that is, the impurities that came out of the iron! As the saying goes, all the impurities in the iron are knocked out, and the rest is iron and steel! So much iron ash, I'm afraid it didn't take thousands of catties of iron, it's amazing! Amazing! ”

"Ahh The sound of a knife drawn. "Pss

"I see. Thank you, Lao Ding. ”

Lei Strike Temu looked expressionlessly at the countless faces of amazement, admiration, and even fear, and a touch of pride appeared in the depths of his eyes. However, he hid it well, and turned around: "Open the furnace!" ”

The four strong men roared in a low voice: "Get up!" ”

The heavy lid of the stove was slowly removed, and the blue flames burst out at once, reflecting the blue and faint face of the thunderous iron.

A wave of heat rushed out, causing the onlookers in the front row to take a step back. Lei Strike Iron was not affected in the slightest, took the huge iron tongs sent by the apprentice, and shouted: "Prepare to take the baton!" ”

The two apprentices each took the same pair of tongs and waited intently. Lei Strike Iron's eyes narrowed slightly, the iron tongs probed, and then his arms competed: "Take the baton!" ”

A stick-like object as thick as an arm, about three feet long, and burned red throughout, was lifted diagonally by the thunderbolt. The two apprentices hurriedly grabbed it, and the three of them worked together to pull the stick out of the casting furnace.

The forging table was already in place, and the three of them worked together to lay the stick flat. Lei Tie took out a plier in one hand and a small hammer in the other, and commanded: "Turn! ”

The two apprentices held the iron tongs and tumbled the iron rod, and the thunder iron stared intently at the iron rod, and as they watched, they struck lightly or heavily with small hammers to perfect the details.

After about a stick of incense, Lei Tie's face was not affected at all under the high temperature just now, and it was obvious that he was tired, sweat flowed down like a stream, and even his hair seemed to be a little whiter, which was enough to see how much effort was spent in a short period of time for a stick of incense.

Finally, Lei Strike Iron put down the hammer, took the towel handed by the apprentice and wiped the sweat on his face, and let out a sigh: "Take the silver gloves!" ”

The gloves were gray and white, and they looked unpretentious. Lei Tie put on gloves and lifted the big stick with both hands: "A weapon that has been repeatedly forged thousands of times has a toughness and elasticity that is a thousand times greater than that of ordinary weapons, and is even comparable to that of a cow's tendon wood." Especially the stick, the stick without elasticity, it is a dead stick, and it cannot be used as a living stick. ”

As he spoke, he waved the big stick, and shook it suddenly, and it actually shook out a bowl of sticks.

"Iron rods can shake out stick flowers? Today is an eye-opener. ”

"This stupid big man is not bragging, he still has some means."

Lei Strike Iron has a simple personality and doesn't like to show off, so he shakes it once and is done, and roars: "Come on!" ”

The two apprentices lifted out the huge wooden barrel, and the thunderbolt stabbed the iron rod hard, and plunged it into the water, sinking the whole rod.

With a thud, the iron rod entered the water and cooled quickly. The thunderbolt took the opportunity to rest for a while, then fished out the iron rod, put it in the furnace and burned it red, and then forged it, and so on three times.

Finally, Thunderbolt put on the silver gloves and rubbed the whetstone against the iron rod repeatedly. Thin steel rings are also forged into the ends of the stick to protect the hands of the stick bearer and increase friction. Finally, he took a long breath: "The construction is complete, and the ugliness is presented!" ”

The final product is about two feet long and the thickness of a child's arm. The whole body is round, pitch black, and looks unpretentious.

Wu Zhao, who was sitting on the viewing platform in front of him, secretly asked the little white snake: "Xiaobai, what is the grade of this iron rod?" ”

The little white snake gave a concise evaluation: "One star, lower grade." ”

Wu Zhao nodded secretly, thinking it was not bad. After all, Zhao Yun's corner has no gun, and it is just a one-star weapon.

Next, the grandson Bailing appeared. The little girl glanced at Lei Strike Iron with disdain, and appeared with a smile: "The little girl Gongsun Bailing is a descendant of the famous sword-forging Gongsun Zhi, and since she was five years old, she has followed her father to learn the art of sword-casting. ”

After speaking, she glanced at Lei Strike Iron not without provocation, and pointed to her little head playfully: "Our Gongsun family's refining tools do not rely on thick necks and long arms, but on experience, and here." ”

As soon as she stretched out her hand, a tall, youthful and beautiful girl offered a box. Gongsun Bailing stretched out his hand to open the box, and the box was divided into many grids, each of which contained a small metal, some dark and dark, some bright and dazzling, some yellow as red gold, and some as white as silver.

Everyone craned their necks and stared curiously at the small pieces of metal. Gongsun Bailing smiled proudly, but deliberately let the tall girl hold the box high, which made everyone's hearts itch: "Casting, relying only on iron is not enough." Weapons are artifacts for killing the enemy and defending the country, not stupid crops such as hoes and plowshares. What good thing can be made by just striking iron to death with a clumsy strength? ”

Her green fingers gently took out a small golden metal block from the box: "This is the golden Ying of Liuhe, which the cadre used to forge the Mo Evil Sword." He picked up a small red particle: "This is the tin broken out of Chijin Mountain, and Ou Yezi used it to cast a pure Jun sword." "I picked up more than a dozen materials in a row and boasted them one by one. Finally, he picked up a small piece of dark iron: "Even the iron I use is not the iron that can be found everywhere in the market, but the iron essence of the five mountains, which is tougher and stronger than all other irons." ”

Looking at the envious and amazed eyes of all the craftsmen, especially the blacksmith, Gongsun Bailing's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he waved his hand to let the tall girl put away all kinds of materials, and clapped his hands: "Everyone, materials are only secondary. My grandson's family has been forging swords for generations, and the real heritage is not the material, but the technology. ”

She took several steps back. snapped his fingers: "Here, open the furnace." ”

The apprentice in charge of drawing the fire stopped and pressed the mechanism. The stove turned on, and a wave of heat burst out, and the flames rushed up nearly a foot high! The flame was pale blue, giving it a beautiful and dangerous feel.

The people retreated abruptly, and Gongsun Bailing's face was drenched in fragrant sweat, and he looked very delicate: "Gongsun's casting furnace is specially made and can melt iron juice. Even if it is iron essence and iron quartch, it can also be dissolved into juice, and then impurities are removed. Using a hammer to smash out the impurities little by little is the stupidest method. ”

Then she waved her hand, and the apprentice actually closed the casting furnace still closed.

Looking at everyone's surprised eyes, she smiled slightly: "The process of refining our Gongsun family is very complicated, and it cannot be completed here. This casting furnace is just an eye-opener for everyone. The real double knife has actually been built a long time ago. ”

Stretching out his hand: "Here comes the knife!" ”

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