"It's a pity......" Kun Jun shook his head in disappointment, "If you had put it before, it would have been an hour before you knew that your hand was broken."

Shi Lan's face darkened: "Big brother! Shouldn't you just cut off my finger if it's so sharp?"

"And the action you just threw over! It's dangerous, hey! It's going to kill me!"

Kun Jun directly pretended to be stupid: "Hurry up and wash your hands, it's difficult to deal with the wound if it's infected."

「………」

Although she wanted to continue complaining, it was still important to wash her hands first, so Shi Lan found a water tank and scrubbed her hands in it.

But the more he washed it, the more wrong it became.

"Why is this hand black?"

Shi Lan looked at his black hand with question marks on his head.

Kunjun said helplessly, "That's for quenching... It's been there for years... I should have told you—"

Good guys, control to death?

Shi Lan stared at Kun Jun for a long time, and suddenly said, "Is there a secret passage leading to the Life Hall in your secret room? Can you just send me away?"

Kunjun: "......"

Shi Lan was furious: "So what's the use of you taking this rusty sword out!"

"Actually, I can't repair your broken sword, but I still have some confidence in repairing this rusty box......

As he spoke, Kun Jun poked open the stove, threw some fuel into it, and then pulled the bellows, and the small secret room suddenly became hot.

"You see, first the rust is removed, then the blade is forged, and then the ...... is quenched. Isn't this fixed?"

"I remember that you are powerful, so you are in charge of this hammer." Kunjun wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt more and more that he had regressed a lot, and he felt struggling just by pulling the bellows a few times.

"Whew... My arms are so sore..."

"I'm coming!"

Shi Lan, who had washed his hands, simply bandaged his fingers, took over Kunjun's position, and pulled it with one hand.

Kun Jun sighed for a long time, and it really can't be generalized between people......

"It's pretty easy...... "Shi Lan looked relaxed. You see, I can pull ...... with two fingers."

"Oh...... It's amazing!" Kun Jun's perfunctory compliment.

"Ah! One can be fine!"

Kunjun: "......"

"Look, I can pull it with my little finger!"

Kun Jun picked up the pickaxe: "You wait, I'll dig a road to the living hall......

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After a long time, Shi Lan burned the stove vigorously, and Kunjun also polished off the rust on the dragon chant in the box.

"Next, it's time to return to the furnace......" Kunjun hesitated.

Naturally, the remelting is not a complete reforge, but rather the body of the sword is heated and softened in order to reforge the blade, which is very important for the precise control of the heat and the control of the power when forging the blade.

In the past, it would have been too easy to rebuild the blade, but now... I'm afraid I can't even swing the hammer a few times......

This is the sword left by the ancestors... If you destroy it in your own hands, you can ......

Shi Lan suddenly asked, "This sword...... Important, right?"

"Huh......" Kun Jun nodded heavily, rubbing his fingertips against the spine of the sword.

"For the Forge Family, the best way to remember the elders is to see if you can read anything from the works of the elders...

The ancients did not see the present time and the moon, but the present month once shone on the ancients.

The moon is like a sword.

The same forging, the same technique, as if traveling through time and space, the ancestor at that time, am I also forging in the same way as him?

The sword doesn't speak, and it's not an iron-clad empty thing... The forge will inject emotion into it, it is a carrier of memories and skills... Restoring the dragon chant in the box is also a dialogue with the ancestors......

Shi Lan couldn't quite understand the concept of whether the sword was dead or alive, but when he saw Kun Jun's eyes, he knew that he was very lost now, as if he was commemorating something......

"I feel...... I

I'm excited......" Kunjun's eyes suddenly lit up.

Shi Lan suddenly coughed twice.

Don't slap your face so quickly, isn't it!

Kun Jun grabbed Shi Lan's shoulders with both hands, and his eyes lit up: "Come on! Little brother Shi Lan! I represent the Kun family, and you represent the Yun family, no! You are the Shi family now! Liyue's Emerging Swordsmith! I will pass on my family skills to you! Let's reforge the dragon in the box! Let this dusty sword reappear in the world!"

"I say...... Can you throw the sword into the furnace first?"

Shi Lan looked at the dragon chant in the box across his neck, and didn't dare to move.

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"When!" "When!"

There was a thud of metal in the small chamber.

Shi Lan and Kunjun both wore earplugs to prevent their eardrums from being shocked in a small space.

Now it's Shi Lan with a hammer.

He took off his shirt, sweat running through his distinct muscles, the muscles in his arms bulging with the wielding sledgehammer, the sweat stains glistening in the light of the fire.

Kun Jun kept reminding on the side: "The bottom of the hammer must not touch the spine of the sword, it must be on a slight slope with the blade of the sword, and the strength cannot exceed 30% of what the sword body can withstand!" The edge of the previous hammer drop must coincide 100% with the bottom edge of the next hammer, and no area can be missed......

Shi Lan gritted her teeth and did what Kunjun said strictly, without a trace of mistakes or omissions, and quickly finished knocking out a front.

"Turn it over! Turn it over!"

The blade of the sword flipped over, and Shi Lan swung the hammer again.

Kunjun went from being scared to being incredible at the beginning, and then to being completely crazy!

"My God, my God, my God, Groove, !!Groove, Groove, Groove, T

"Shi Lan, you must be a genius! Are you really touching a hammer for the first time! I've been practicing on me for five years, and I'm not necessarily as good as you!"

Kun Jun was incoherent, looking at Shi Lan as if he had discovered some rare treasure: "You deserve the best guidance! The best training! You should be hung on a sledgehammer in Kunjia Square to show those self-righteous forging geniuses what geniuses are!"

「??！」

A screeching noise made the room instantly quiet.

Kun Jun's expression froze on his face, and his hands hung motionless in the air.

Shi Lan put down the hammer in embarrassment, and stood aside with a red face: "What's that...... The head of the sword is deformed......

Kunjun's mood now is like a basin of water splashed on a vigorous fire......

The two of them were stunned for a long time, Kun Jun suddenly reacted from his stunned eyes, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay... If you are deformed, you will be deformed, and you can knock it back after a few knocks, you ...... first."

"Well, you said it earlier, it scared me to death."

Shi Lan patted his heart, and in Kunjun's frightened eyes, he raised his hammer again and swung it down......

"Wait a minute......

However, before Kun Jun finished speaking, Shi Lan had already dropped the hammer......

Just listen to the click.

Shi Lan put down the hammer again.

"What's that...... This time, it was directly broken......

Kun Jun's eyes were black, and he almost fell into the stove......

"I'm going to burn it first!!

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The two of them crouched together, looking at the box with the tip of the sword broken, and fell silent.

After a long time, Kun Jun raised his head, revealing a face full of black ash: "Do you still have the bark of the Fulong tree?"

Shi Lan's face was also dark, and he shook his head blankly: "No, that bit of leftovers has already been given to you......

"That's it, it's barely enough after the doping... But after filling in..."

As he spoke, Kun Jun hugged his head and exclaimed, "You broke the tip of the sword again!!"

Shi Lan was at a loss: "What should I do then?"

"Uh........."

Kunjun paced back and forth, then crouched down, "Your dragon sting......

Shi Lan was alert and put her hands behind her back: "What do you want to do?"

"Let's discuss, you go

The stinging dragon demantled a finger and used it first? It's okay, right? Lao Zhang has prepared a lot of replacement parts for spare... Don't worry, I'll get you another piece of Fulong bark when I go to the soup in the future, and when the time comes, I'll give you a full-body armor, just like the thing that rolls all over the ground in the Heavenly Valley, it's hard, even if the demon god eats you, it will choke to death......

Shi Lan smiled, stood up and walked out: "I have a VIP card for the Hall of the Dead, and you can get a seven-star discount for a seven-star funeral......

Kun Jun's face changed greatly, although now it was as black as a briquette, and he couldn't see the change in his expression.

"Please! I've passed on the Quint forging method to you word for word!"

Shi Lan continued to walk out.

"Besides, aren't you going to give the sword to someone very important?"

Shi Lan stopped.

Kunjun was about to cry: "Good brother! We can't let our ancestors' legendary sword be destroyed in our hands!"

Shi Lan looked at Kunjun, then at the stinging dragon, and then at the dragon in the box on the ground......

"Alas......

"Okay, I can only dismantle one......

As he spoke, Shi Lan closed his eyes and turned his face away, took off the sting dragon in his right hand, and handed it to Kunjun.

Kunjun happily removed a thumbs up, and Shi Lan felt pain when he looked at it.

"Just fix it...... As long as Uncle Zhang is alive... If he doesn't die, there is a possibility that the dragon will be repaired......" Shi Lan comforted herself.

An hour later.

The two of them looked at the potholed box, and Long Yin fell into deep thought again.

"Or ......," Kunjun held out a finger.

Shi Lan burst into tears: "Don't even think about it!"

Kunjun persuaded, "But four of them have been removed... Save the last one... It's weird—"

Shi Lan and Kun Jun looked at the table at the same time.

The stinging dragon, which was originally intact, now only has one middle finger left standing quietly.

It's like mocking the stupidity of the two of them.

When Uncle Zhang handed over the sting dragon to him, he did tell himself to prepare some fingers and outer structures, as well as spare parts at the joints, all of which were made of pure dragon bark, after all, the sting dragon is an assembled mechanical weapon, not a one-piece type, even if the dragon bark is extremely hard, but for daily use, it will inevitably wear and tear.

Uncle Zhang had already anticipated this, and while the sting dragon was still hot when it came out of the oven, he used the remaining materials to create some spare parts for emergencies.

Although there are spare, it is possible to use the original who wants to use the spare? It's just that there shouldn't be a better way to do it right now.

This can be regarded as feeling guilty about Keqing.

It's a return of favors.

"I hope Uncle Zhang knows, don't be angry with me and vomit blood......

"Let's tear it down!" Shi Lan endured the pain.

"Big deal, next time I'm desperate, I'm going to break a few pieces of bark and come back......

"Nothing will be left for Radha ......"

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In the dark and lightless cave sky.

The Dragon King yawned, felt a little itchy in his buttocks, and was about to reach out and scratch it......

When it tried to move its claws, it realized that it was still unable to move in the seal.

The Ryodron King was furious: "Morax! You're damned!!

(Actually, Ruota knew that even if it didn't have a seal, it wouldn't be able to scratch its ass.) ）

Zhongli, who was having dinner with two cranes and a deer in Aozang Mountain, was stunned for a moment.

Liuyun tilted the bird's head by the wind, puzzled: "What is the name of this fat man's ghost in the middle of the night?"

Zhongli pondered for a moment and said slowly:

"Probably ...... It's a nightmare......