readx; Ye Feng saw that his father left himself alone and returned to the room, he was inevitably a little disappointed, other people's fathers were with their children, but his father, in addition to drinking and sleeping, the only thing he could take was the casting of the whole village, from farm tools to swords in the village, all of them were built by Ye Guhan alone, and Ye Guhan's personality was rather weird, when he was in a good mood, he could bring two pots of wine to create it for you, and when he was in a bad mood, it was completely forbidden to approach. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Feng was driven out like this several times, Ye Feng looked at the empty house, and it was inevitable that he was a little sad, but that was also his father, and the father's love that he did not enjoy in his previous life can now feel lost, although his father's temper is sometimes bad.

Forget it, I don't want to, it's still like that when I think about it. After a long sigh, Ye Feng carefully observed the sword in his hand.

This knife is more than three feet long, about two and a half fingers wide, the handle is pitch black, the blade is tungsten steel, and there is no other decoration, and the knife edge is bright, indicating that the knife is fast, Ye Feng took it in his hand, the whole weight is about three catties, and now Ye Feng still feels a little heavy in his hand, Ye Feng also understands in his heart that his father is in accordance with his own growth to build this knife, it seems that his father still cares about himself.

"I almost forgot, this knife hasn't been named yet?" Ye Feng scratched his head, although he liked to give others nicknames, but when it came to the critical moment, this head was like a dead machine, and he couldn't think of anything, "Forget it, anyway, it's a knife built by the drunkard's father, and the technology that created it can still be said in the past, so it's just called a ghost knife." ”

Ye Feng also smiled embarrassedly, but then he thought that the village chief would come over to get a weapon tomorrow, I only saw my father build this sword, or I would build a few swords for the village chief, anyway, I would also practice my hands.

Speaking of action, Ye Feng immediately went to do it, and after placing the famous ghost knife in his hand in his bedroom steadily, he began to prepare for the construction work, fortunately, the previous fire was still burning, and he only needed to throw the iron into it and calcine.

Ye Feng looked at the iron block in the corner of the wall, and secretly felt glad that it was not as big as it was just now, but Ye Feng tried it in the past, but he could only move it slowly, and he couldn't really do it, Ye Feng thought, he could only move to the bottom of the stove first and do what his father said.

After moving for nearly half an hour, Ye Feng finally moved the iron under the stove, Ye Feng wiped the sweat on his forehead with his clothes, plus the temperature in the casting room was already high, now Ye Feng's clothes were completely wet with sweat, and none of them were dry.

After Ye Feng rested for a while, his physical strength also recovered a lot, so he got up and prepared to play the next step, Ye Feng put his hands under the iron according to what his father said, and began to shake from side to side, and began to shake it completely, and then there was inertia, and the amplitude of the iron shaking became larger and larger, Ye Feng saw the opportunity, and as soon as he used all his strength, he threw the iron into the furnace smoothly.

But this is just a small step, and it is also the easiest step, the next step depends on how to master the heat, but this is not a matter at all for Ye Feng, I remember that when I first mastered the heat for my father, I was scolded by my father, either the temperature was too high, or the temperature could not be reached, gradually, Ye Feng also learned how to master the heat, and he did it very well, and finally his father directly handed over this most important task to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng saw that the iron in the furnace had been calcined almost later, so he took it out with pliers, fortunately his father made a tool for Ye Feng, otherwise Ye Feng could not clamp the iron out, Ye Feng slowly put the iron on the casting table, picked up the hammer that was higher than himself and beat it hard, because Ye Feng had not yet begun to learn fighting spirit, so after beating a few times, Ye Feng had to stop and rest.

Slowly beating, slowly calcining, after repeating this several times, the shape of the iron sword has begun to slowly appear, and Ye Feng has also begun to get excited, if this is successful, this is the first weapon he has built, thinking of this, Ye Feng is more and more happy, and he is more and more comfortable.

After an hour of slow beating, Ye Feng finally stopped the hammer in his hand, with the cooling of the last step, this sword can be regarded as a real completion, Ye Feng looked at the sword in his hand, remembering that the sword his father had just built was not the same kind at all, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, and threw the sword in his hand aside, what he couldn't even look at, how could others look at it?

Ye Feng thought about his father's previous casting process, only to find that his father only beat it once, and did not beat it repeatedly, is the problem here? It doesn't make sense, my father's strength is greater than mine, just beat it once, and the shape hasn't come out yet?

Thinking about it, I can't figure it out. Ye Feng said helplessly: "It's the first time, it's inevitable that it will be like this, don't you come a few more times, it's a big deal." ”

After speaking, Ye Feng started the next casting again, this time Ye Feng's striking force was slightly stronger than the first time, but after striking three times, the shape of the sword gradually appeared, but it was much better than the first time he struck for an hour, and the style of the sword was much better than the first time.

As the second sword was gradually completed, Ye Feng was also tired and not human, Ye Feng put the two swords on the ground and observed them carefully, and compared the two swords, this first one, strictly speaking, only has the style of the sword, without the meaning of the sword, the second one is much better than the first.

Ye Feng saw that the sun was about to set outside, and it was time for him to prepare dinner, in case his father got up and had nothing to eat, then he would be scolded again, after Ye Feng put out the fire, he turned around and walked into the house, and began to prepare dinner for himself and his father.

After a while, Ye Feng brought the cooked meal to the table, and brought his father's wine to the table, Ye Feng's evaluation of his father was: You can do without anything, but you can't do without wine, even if you look for it, you have to find it.

"Father, get up and eat. Ye Feng walked into his father's room and shouted. But without getting an answer, Ye Feng walked up and shook his father, but the next scene was completely beyond Ye Feng's expectations.

Ye Feng looked at his father's tearful eyes, and hurriedly asked, "Father, what's wrong with you, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Ye Guhan didn't expect his child to see this scene, so he wiped it casually, touched Ye Feng's little head and said, "It's okay, father is fine, let's go out to eat." But after coming to the dinner table, Ye Feng saw his father drinking alone, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only eat with his head down.

Nothing was said all night.