"Knock, knock, knock......" Before I walked in, I heard it first. Far away, I heard the sound of striking iron in the distance.

Perhaps because of the daily noise of iron, there were no houses around the blacksmith's shop.

"Uncle Jane, the village chief's grandfather asked me to bring guests to pick out a handful of weapons." Lifting the curtain, Cuihua shouted loudly into the shop, trying to drown out the deafening sound of hammering.

The regular percussion paused for a moment, and then left empty for two seconds to resume the previous rhythm. Cuihua turned her head and explained equally loudly to Mo De and Mu Qing: "Uncle Jian knows, let's go to the back warehouse and get it ourselves!" ”

After listening to Cuihua's words, the two continued to block their ears and followed the girl towards the inside.

When they walked through the furnace calciner, Mo De and Mu Qing saw the silent man who kept wielding a hammer. The sturdy forearm drives the hammer to rise and fall again and again, as if the iron bar below can be shaped at will without the cooperation of the waist.

The rhythm of breathing is natural, as if the onlooker forgets the noise of the hammer and the heat of the furnace, and lets his mind wander among the flying hammer flowers.

"When we were children, we also loved to watch Uncle Jane strike iron, but after watching it for a few years, we didn't think it was interesting." The girl was stunned for a moment when she saw Brother Mo, then walked back and said loudly.

"Want to see it for a while?" Mu Qing also learned from Cuihua to raise her voice.

"Ah, no, let's go, let's go pick a short knife first." Mo De just came to his senses for a moment, and after savoring the aftertaste, he no longer bothered the man to strike iron, and proposed to find the blade first.

The three of them walked through the back door of the shop and walked straight to the storeroom in the backyard.

The blacksmith, wearing a heavy leather apron, slowly raised his head to look after the three of them left.

This man and woman are not simple. But presumably the village chief has his own arrangements, and he doesn't bother to worry about it.

There are less than 50 or 60 households in Dongsha Village, with a total of about 200 people, and each family knows each other well, so most of the doors will not be locked. This warehouse in the backyard of the blacksmith shop was no exception, Cuihua directly pushed open the door of the warehouse, and led Mo De and Mu Qing into it.

In the storeroom, a dazzling array of farm tools and swords rested on the iron frame. Many of them were real guys with blades, and the temperature in the entire warehouse dropped a lot in the cold light.

From sickles and hoes to button sewing needles, everything is available in a small warehouse.

Before moving to the knife shelf, Mo had to look through the pieces one by one, accompanied by Mu Qing and Cuihua.

Originally, he didn't think about preparing a weapon, but he didn't refuse the village chief's kindness.

I chose a short knife that was more than seven inches long, and I had to estimate it, just enough to put it into the scabbard of the Boundary Sky Stone and pretend to be. If you really want to get started, maybe the scabbard itself is easier to use than the knife.

Once you get started, Morder's metal ability automatically circulates, and the Alien enters the blade from the palm of the hand and sends it back again, bringing back the general information of the short knife. With the exception of the hand on the handle, all parts of the knife are made of steel, and finally cast into one piece. The slight sinking does not affect the use, and the degree of firmness is a few grades.

Cuihua took the short knife and asked with some curiosity, "Do you only need one?" And it's so short......"

"One handful is enough, and if it's not long enough, you can add more." Morde smiled and raised a finger, a golden edge condensed above his fingertips.

"It turns out that Brother Mo, you are a metal alien!" Cuihua seemed to be seeing a metal alien for the first time, and she was very curious when she looked at the golden mangs in Mo De's hands.

Mo had to rest the sharp edge in the palm of the emerald flower, and the cold touch of this thing was no different from that of an ordinary piece of iron.

Metallic aliens have not been seen in Dongsha Village before. Most of the villagers have awakened the three abilities of water, fire, and earth, and even the ability of Emerald Flower is also a water-based ability.

Reaching out and handing the metal edge back to Mo De, he saw Mo De smile and disperse it, and the magical sight surprised Cuihua again. "Then Brother Mo, wouldn't you be able to open a hardware store and sell kitchen knives and hammers infinitely?"

"These are just mimics of alien sons, they can only be maintained for a period of time, it's okay to use them for emergencies, and they will eventually dissipate after a long time." Mo had to patiently answer the questions of the curious girl.

If the beast rebellion caused by the moon phase tide outside becomes more serious, his ability will be exposed to everyone's eyes sooner or later, so it is better to tell the village chief through Cuihua, the girl.

Putting away their abilities, the trio walked back through the blacksmith's shop.

"Uncle Jane! We took a short knife! It's on the village chief's grandfather's account! Cuihua shouted at the man who was still sweating and wielding the hammer next to the calciner. This time, the man didn't stop the hammer in his hand, but just nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Knock, knock, knock......" The hammer sound came and went, as if it could last forever.

I don't know how long it took, and the curtain on the blacksmith's shop was lifted again.

"I'm back." A soft shout made the hammer that Jian Xin had swung into the air stop in place. Stopping to strike iron, the man cooled the reddish iron bars on the iron felt and put them aside.

A middle-aged woman came to the side of the burner, looked at her man and asked softly, "What about the little ones?" ”

"Gone." The man cherishes words like gold, and does not speak after spitting out two words.

Knowing his temper, the middle-aged woman didn't ask any more questions, nodded and turned around and walked inside. Today, Grandma Yingyu didn't want to go out, so she asked her to come back first.

Jian Xin also took off her leather apron, grabbed the towel on the side and wiped her sweat, and turned around to walk with her wife to the inner room.

"The craftsmanship of Onishima." The man suddenly lowered his voice and spit out five words, and his voice was so weak that even the woman walking in front of him didn't hear it.

How many years passed, and he saw a trace of familiarity in the young man again.

On top of the iron felt, the quenched blades began to take shape, reflecting the fire of the furnace and glowing a cloudy red.

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After sending Mo De and Mu Qing back to the house, Cuihua didn't stay any longer. After all, now that Daddy Liu has an injury on his leg, Aunt Liu needs to take care of him while preparing meals for foreign guests, so she should be very busy. After saying goodbye to the two, she trotted to Liu's house to help cook.

Seeing the girl leave, Mo De and Mu Qing returned to the house. Mu Qing lay flat on the kang with the word "big", which seemed a little uncomfortable, so he took out a pillow from the cover roll and put it under his head.

Morder took the short knife he had taken from the blacksmith shop and compared it with the Boundary Stone scabbard. Sure enough, it was quite suitable, the blade of the short knife was straight, and it fit just right when inserted into it.

So Mo De also took off his shoes and went to the earthen kang and hung up the curtains to cover his figure.

Mu Qing naturally knew what this guy was going to do, so he also got up and hung up half of his curtains.

The room returned to a dim state, and Mu Qing also rolled up the two futons together and piled them into a comfortable sofa shape. Trapped in the "handmade sofa", Mu Qing looked at Mo De through his sunglasses and watched his next move.

First, he removed the strap from the handle of the short knife, and then Mo had to open the scabbard of the Boundary Stone and take out the metal ball obtained from the Death Gold Refining Weapon, preparing to use it to make a small knife, and smelt the short knife on the knife as a cover.

Punching a bit of copper light into the boundary-sky stone scabbard, Mo De drew a trace of black fire from it, and used the fire control method to assist his metal ability, preparing to melt the metal ball into a short knife shape.

A fist-sized ball was more than enough to make a short knife, so he had to run the black fire first to incinerate and refine the metal to a smaller size.

As the golden color inside the ball became more and more intense, Mu Qing, who was watching from the sidelines, only felt that the quality of this piece of foreign metal was getting higher and higher.

After all, he has no experience, and Mo De, who is "striking iron" for the first time, can only follow the cat and draw the tiger, and modify the shape of the short knife little by little. Don't look at the simple form of the short knife, but just the adjustment of the angle of the blade takes a lot of time.

When it was finally completed, the cutter was finally formed, which was very similar to the previous short knife. Mo had to cast a little copper light on the original short knife, and then no longer used the power of black fire, but simply used the metal ability, stripped the metal filaments from the blade, and plated them on the surface of the pale gold knife.

This time, he was obviously much more proficient in controlling the metal, and it didn't take long for Mo De to transform the pale gold knife back into a normal form.

As for most of the remaining broken short knives, they had to be condensed and crumpled into a metal ball, which was retracted into the Sheath of the Boundary Sky Stone.

With a long breath of breath, Mo De, who consumed a little more, was also a little tired at this time.

The simultaneous use of black fire and metal abilities consumes a lot of money, plus this is his first time making knives, and he doesn't dare to breathe during the whole process, and his spirit is in a highly tense state, so his head is a little groggy after completion.

Fortunately, the work was successfully called off in the end, and the finished product looked pretty good.

Re-wrap the previously removed tie rope back to the hilt, and have to complete the final process of knife making, and look at your work with satisfaction.

"Let me see." Mu Qing on the opposite side beckoned to Mo De, she also wanted to see what the quality of the things this guy had made up.

Mo didn't bother to get up, so he pointed the handle of the knife at Mu Qing, and put the short knife on the kang leather and pushed it over.

After catching the short knife, Mu Qing first picked it up and looked at it a few times, then pinched the tip of the knife and shook his wrist, and saw the short knife spinning rapidly in the air, turning into a clear knife wheel.

Raising his hand to catch the handle of the knife, Mu Qing stretched out his other hand and flexed his fingers, as if he wanted to test the strength of the knife.

"Don't ......" Before he could stop it, Mu Qing had already popped out with a finger, and a crisp humming sound instantly resounded throughout the room.

With a flick of his finger, Mu Qing quickly realized his mistake.

She originally wanted to test how strong the dead gold after the black fire was quenched, but she forgot that the knife in her hand was also plated with a layer of ordinary steel at this time.

With a single finger, the shape of the nail cover clearly appears on the blade.

Sticking out his tongue, Mu Qing handed the knife back to Mo De, who walked over with a cold face.

Giving up his throne, Mu Qing sat cross-legged on the side, quietly watching Mo De lying on the bedding roll, carefully repairing the blade of the knife.