The fourteenth year of Yongping, summer.

At the age of fifteen, Yan Nu sat on a large rock outside the Chashan Fort, looking to the north, waiting for Ah Weng to return.

He was shirtless and barefoot, with a stick of grass in his mouth.

Every day he had to be here in a daze for a while, just because this place had the best view, and if anyone wanted to return to the fort, he could see it first.

Last month, he had also heard that the Bald Clan had reached the north bank of Jishui, while the army of Qingzhou Thorn Shi Gou Xi was facing off on the south bank.

He didn't know where Jishui was, only that Ah Weng was in the sparse army.

It's been a year since Aung was sent to the battlefield, and he's never been separated from Aung for so long, he just hopes to come back soon.

"Smack!" Suddenly, a whip was whipped on the back of the Yan slave, making a blood-red mark.

There are many similar marks on him, but he seems to have been used to them for a long time.

"You pariah, you dare to be lazy when you are asked to carry water?" The steward of Chashan Fort has always treated him with a vicious face, just because Yan Nu'er is always hippie and smiling, not as respectful and fearful as other untouchables.

"I'm done with the water." Yan Nu's face was full of brilliance.

"Smack!" Another whip down.

The steward said angrily: "Where to pick!" The lord of the castle has given an order to keep storing water without stopping, don't you know? Is the spring on the tea mountain dry? ”

Yan Nu nodded seriously: "Yes." ”

The steward was stunned, and then a few whips came down, beating Yan Nu'er's skin and flesh, and he grinned in pain, but Yan Nu'er never wanted to show a little fear on his face.

But the more he did this, the more annoyed the steward became, and he whipped a few more whips, until a group of brave warriors from Chashan Fort came from a distance on horseback.

"Strange thing! Strange! The spring on the tea mountain is actually dry! ”

"In previous years, there was no great drought, but now it is the rainy season! I'm afraid that there are evil and monsters? ”

The townsfolk talked and rode into the fort like the wind.

The steward stopped the whip and was stunned, he didn't expect the tea mountain spring to really dry up?

Seeing that Yan Nu'er was still sitting on the big stone and not moving, he said angrily: "Hmph! Then you can't be lazy! Give me another iron! There is still a shortage of people in the smelting and forging yard, and there are less than 300 catties of steel to be accepted tonight, so you don't want to eat. ”

Yan Nu grinned: "Okay, okay, why are you so atmospheric?" I'll just help you strike the iron. ”

He was like coaxing a child, which made the steward extremely unhappy, and whipped him from behind: "What a dementia! ”

Yan Nu didn't look back, and under the disgusted gaze of the steward, he returned to the fort and walked into the smelting and forging field where countless craftsmen were sweating like rain to help.

There was the sound of iron striking everywhere, and there were 300 craftsmen who worked day and night to smelt iron and refine soldiers.

The castle master said that all the iron ore transported must be refined, and the more weapons forged, the better.

In the chaotic world, barbarians, bandits, and even wandering hungry people may threaten the dock fort of the Hao clan, and the more weapons and equipment the better.

"Yan Nu'er is here, come here to help me." The man who swung the hammer and shouted at him was sweating.

"Hey! Uncle Hong, what should I do? Yan Nu hurried over.

"You are in charge of quenching, you can't move this hammer!" Uncle Hong's sledgehammer weighed forty pounds, and each time it slammed heavily on the red-hot iron, such an action had to be repeated countless times, and it was also quenched, tempered, and repeatedly hammered and forged, and it could be turned into steel after a hundred refinements.

"Good!" Yan Nu glanced at the sky as he quenched the forged iron.

It was getting late, and he guessed that he might not have anything to eat tonight, so he put the grass in his mouth into his stomach, thinking that he still had a lot of hay under his bed, and that he could have a good meal at night when he was hungry.

He was able to eat grass from an early age, and he digested it at once. According to Ah Weng, when he was a baby, he had no breast milk and survived by eating grass.

After fifteen years, he lived in hardship, and he ate more grass than he ate, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up eating grass.

In addition, he is not afraid of cold and snow, and he is not afraid of boiling water.

is not even afraid of stones, nor is he afraid of steel, and the knife can't even break the skin on the body.

It's not that he's rough-skinned and thick-skinned...... Ordinary iron, even wooden thorns, can hurt him, but on the contrary, the hundred steel used by warriors cannot.

These things are known only to him and Ah Weng, who says that this is the result of his innate miracle, and after being cut down by a powerful warrior when he was a baby, he is not afraid.

"I miss Ah Weng so much, I don't know when the world will be peaceful and let Ah Weng come back."

Yan Nu muttered as he quenched the red-hot iron, his thoughts already drifting to the place called Jishui.

"Hey! Beware of scalding! ”

Uncle Hong suddenly reminded him, and Yan Nu came back to his senses and found that his hands were immersed in water, and the bucket of water was about to boil after several quenching.

"Oh, I'm fine." Yan Nu hurriedly took out his hand, and Ah Weng reminded him not to show his weirdness to outsiders.

However, he doesn't lie by nature, so he usually pays attention to carrying some people on his back, and just now, he was completely distracted.

Fortunately, Uncle Hong didn't have time to care about him, thinking that he was holding on, so he said, "It's hot, right?" Go and soak it in cold water! ”

Yan Nu did as he was told, and continued to quench when he returned.

Uncle Hong chatted with him while striking iron: "Don't get distracted, I miss you Ah Weng, right?" Jiang Weng is our old birthday star, God willing, he will be fine. ”

"Any news?" Yan Nu asked expectantly.

Uncle Hong pursed his lips and sighed, "Who knows? It stands to reason that it has been a month, and there should be news from the front, but it is estimated that only the nobles have received it...... There have been no merchants and homeless people for many days, how can we untouchables know so far away? ”

Yan Nu suddenly said: "So that's the case, then I'll ask the nobleman!" ”

After that, he left something and was about to go.

Uncle Hong was startled and hurriedly grabbed him: "You are such a fool!" ”

"If you ask like that, you won't tell you...... In this way, you work hard, and Uncle will help you ask if it's okay? ”

He coaxed Yan Nu very helplessly, he knew that this kid really dared to ask the nobles.

As long as you show Yan Nu the way, this kid will definitely do it, and he is very bold.

When Jiang Weng was seriously ill, he told Yan Nu that there was medicine in the treasury of the practice ground, but this kid directly broke in to get the medicine and came back to treat Jiang Weng, and finally was whipped by the nobles and almost died.

He regretted that he was talking too much, and since then he has regarded Yan Nu as his own nephew.

"The steward should know, too, but he's ...... If we finish the amount of iron, ask him again, and he will definitely tell us. "Uncle Hong is sure of what he says, but in fact, he is not very confident in his heart.

Yan Nu said energetically: "Oh? Great, then I'm going to strike iron too, and I have to finish what I said today. ”

When Uncle Hong saw that he was about to strike iron again, he pouted and said, "This is a forty-pound sledgehammer, and you have to pick it with one hand, where is your little arm?" ”

Yan Nu stubbornly said: "How do you know if you don't try?" ”

Uncle Hong felt funny, and then thought of the steward's fierce face, so he said: "That's okay, give it to you, let's say it first, if you can't finish it, let's not ask!" When is it finished, let's go and ask together, okay? ”

"Good!"

Seeing that Yan Nu agreed, Uncle Hong smiled, immediately made room for him, and put a heavy hammer on top of the anvil, looking like he was watching a joke.

Yan Nu pinched a piece of red-hot iron and put it on it, held the hammer handle in his right hand, and lifted it vigorously.

Just like that, the horse doesn't tie the step, and the waist strength is not used, just pick up the sledgehammer with brute force! Then the whole person fell backwards with the hammer......

Uncle Hong hurriedly supported him and laughed: "Silly boy, this is not good. If you exert force like this, you will only strain yourself. ”

Yan Nu was not convinced, and smiled: "Then how do you exert your strength?" You teach me! ”

Uncle Hong grinned and said, "Do you really want to complete the quantitative?" Forget it, I won't tease you, in fact, it is impossible to accept 300 catties of steel in a day. ”

"Although I can beat 20 pounds a day, not everyone has the strength and craftsmanship of mine. Among the three hundred craftsmen, most of them are apprentices like you, and some have to forge weapons, and when they really make steel in a day, they will beat 200 to 230 catties. ”

"The target of 300 catties is to make us afraid of him, and if we can't achieve the goal when the time comes, he will still send him food, and we all have to be grateful to him."

"Of course, the number can't be too small, the steward really looks at who is unhappy, and he will take the opportunity to deduct the food."

Yan Slave didn't care about this, and said stubbornly: "I want to fight too, I will definitely be able to fight enough for three hundred catties!" Teach me, Uncle Hong. ”

Uncle Hong ignored the first half of his words, nodded and said, "It's okay, although your strength is not enough, you can learn the skills first, and then slowly change to a heavy hammer." ”

His family is dead, and he treats Yan Nu'er as his own nephew, of course he can teach if he wants to.

After a short time, Yan Nu took a small hammer to learn on the side, and soon became decent.

Uncle Hong taught while striking iron himself, and corrected his movements at the same time, and soon the posture and movement of the two were almost synchronized.

Seeing that he learned quickly, he was also pleased: "I usually see that you kid is stupid, but I didn't expect that he still has a little talent in iron." ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished boasting, Yan Nu said, "Have I learned?" Give me the hammer! ”

Uncle Hong was angry: "What have you learned now?" Don't say that you don't have enough strength, even if you grow up for a few years, you can't do it, you have to learn to breathe luck! Do you really think you can swing it for a day by brute force? ”

"What is pranayama luck?"

"Let's start with a simple one and watch me breathe...... Suck...... Whew......"

Yan Nu didn't feel anything at first, but as he gradually mastered the rhythm, his breathing became more and more rhythmic, and he vaguely felt a majestic qi surging in his body, mobilized from his limbs and hundreds of bones.

Uncle Hong didn't know the situation in his body, and he still explained there: "Luck is a water grinding kung fu, practice slowly, cooperate with the action of striking iron, imagine that you have a breath of qi in your body, from the heel to the waist and eyes to the arm cycle after circle...... If you practice for three or five years, you'll be able to hit the hammer in about ......"

When Yan Nu heard this, he began to swing the hammer with the force and breath he had learned.

"Bang!"

The three-pound hammer in his hand smashed the anvil, and the cremation overflowed! Loud bells!

Uncle Hong was startled, and hurriedly looked over, and saw that Yan Nu was very focused, and according to the tricks he learned, he turned his arm and hammered it again.

"Bang!"

Uncle Hong felt incredible, he had been fighting for so many years, of course he knew the horror of Yan Nu's hammer blow at the moment, and the explosive power was far better than him.

"Bang! Boom! ”

I saw that the third hammer went down, and the wooden handle was directly shattered, and the hammer head flew out with a bang, smashing a big hole in the earthen wall of the blacksmith's shop!

"Uncle Hong, look, I've learned, this little hammer is not in your hands, you can change the heavy hammer!" Yan Nu said happily.

Uncle Hong was stunned, he didn't know where Yan Nu got this force, and when he thought about it carefully, the speed of the hammer was not fast, but it was amazing!

"This situation is very similar to ......"

Uncle Hong pondered for a moment, gave him a heavy hammer, and said, "You try again." ”

Yan Nu'er immediately grabbed the horse step and swung the heavy hammer, but his strength was really not enough, and he was about to fall again, but he took a sharp breath, and with the explosive force of a strong operation in his body, he swung the heavy hammer fiercely and smashed it hard!

"Boom!"

Under the loud sound, the red-hot iron was directly smashed flat, and there was a faint shock wave blasting out of the place where the collision occurred.

Seeing this seismic wave, Uncle Hong finally realized it, and his face was shocked: "Yan Nu'er, you actually have true qi?" ”

"What kind of anger?" Yan Nu didn't understand.

Uncle Hong pointed at his hammer blow: "After a few years of luck practice, you will really have a breath of qi in your body, which can be turned into a strong ......"

"Oh, isn't this what Uncle Hong just taught me? I've learned. Yan Nu said.

Uncle Hong was a little speechless: "No, no, the true qi is practiced over many years, and my luck method must be combined with hammering, so that the true qi can be slowly born." I've been playing iron for ten years, and I only have some, and you've just learned, how can there be! ”

"You...... You must have learned martial arts since you were a child! ”

Yan Nu was at a loss: "Have I studied?" ”

Uncle Hong hurriedly said: "You must have learned, why do you still ask me?" If you haven't learned martial arts, you can't have true qi! ”

Yan Nu sighed, and then smiled: "Then I can strike iron, can't I?" ”

"......" Uncle Hong was a little speechless and said, "Your true qi is deeper than that of Uncle, of course you can, even ...... You should go to a few sect leaders to practice martial arts, and if you are accepted, you won't have to do miscellaneous labor in the future. ”

Yan Nu said to himself: "I don't want to practice martial arts, I want to strike iron, let's quickly complete today's ration together!" ”

So saying, he continued to forge the pieces of iron, and the bang made a sound.

Uncle Hong saw that he was stubborn in striking iron, so he had to continue to instruct: "Eh, one hammer, two hammers, three hammers, four hammers...... Okay, okay, it's time to fold the noodles, yes...... One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...... Take it to temper ......"

Under the guidance one by one, Yan Nu fought faster and faster.

Yan Nu's strength is completely sufficient, or even better! After half an hour, he hit six pounds of steel!

"It's so fast, if you can keep persevering, you can hit sixty pounds in five hours!"

Uncle Hong is staggered, he has only learned three times the output of him! He felt like a joke about his ten years of iron work.

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