Gradually, the people of Lingxiao City discovered that the blacksmith shop had changed.

Originally, it was the old man who had not changed for 10,000 years to strike iron, but now he has changed to a teenager.

He was shirtless, shirtless, with a sledgehammer in his hand, smashing red-hot iron again and again by the hearth.

Even if he passed the test and entered the second link, Lao Tie still didn't have any comments, just let him strike iron day after day.

As he often said: "Iron striking is life, and if you are enlightened, you will be enlightened, and I can only teach you so much." ”

Fu Su seemed to understand whether he understood or not, but he unswervingly did what Lao Tie said.

There is no shame in having a specialization in the art industry, having a precedence in hearing the Tao, and seeking advice from others in the field where you are backward.

Time flashed, and it was another three years.

Fu Su still failed to learn Lao Tie's refining technique, Lao Tie burned the fire every day, leisurely, but the more he looked at Fu Su, the more satisfied he became.

He discovered that Fu Su was a person who could endure his temperament and calm down.

Fu Su is the reincarnation of intelligent life, nature is rational, and repetitive work is as simple as eating and drinking water for him.

He doesn't have as many thoughts as ordinary people, he only knows that he will unswervingly do what he has determined.

For example, striking iron.

From day after day, mechanical repetition of work, he seemed to be about to capture the meaning of what Lao Tie said, but this film was separated by a mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through.

He knew that Lao Tie was waiting for him to understand, and if he could understand it one day, he would be able to learn Lao Tie's refining techniques.

In these years, Fu Su learned from normal people to take the initiative to communicate with Lao Tie, and knew Lao Tie's past life.

Lao Tie's surname is Tie, he never married, when he was young, he also met a beloved woman, but it backfired, and by coincidence, the two finally broke up, and Lao Tie resolutely worshiped the famous iron-striking master Qiu Qianzi at that time.

Qiu Qianzi is extremely good at making weapons, and in addition, the carpenter's skills are even more superb.

He had countless disciples in his life and had taught many people, but in his later years, he suddenly announced that he would no longer accept disciples.

Lao Tie decided to apprentice in his later years.

As a result, I went to the door and ate several closed doors.

But Lao Tiexin was resolute and refused to leave, kneeling in front of Qiu Qianzi's door, hoping to move the other party with perseverance.

Fortunately, Qiu Qianzi was not as hard-hearted as Yang Shou, and after he knelt for seven days in a row, Qiu Qianzi breathed a sigh of relief and told him that with his qualifications, he still lacked someone to control the fire.

Lao Tie was overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked him, calling him a master, but Qiu Qianzi waved his hand and refused: "You and I are just an employment relationship, not a master and apprentice, and I accept you only because the person who burned the fire under my door died of illness." ”

Qiu Qianzi said it very directly, but it did not extinguish Lao Tie's enthusiasm at all.

After coming into contact with iron, Lao Tie became more and more fond of this profession.

He seemed to be born to strike iron, watching the fiery mold come out of the flames, and then be beaten and shaped, and refined into a material, just like a human life.

But he didn't expect that this fire, once burned, would be thirty years.

His lifelong cultivation had stagnated at the fourth-level Divine Consciousness Realm, and after he had transformed at the beginning, he had not worked his cultivation.

In his opinion, cultivation is not worth mentioning compared to striking iron.

The lifespan of the fourth level is not long, thirty years, from a teenager to a middle-aged man.

Even, in front of the stove, a kneeling pit was formed where he knelt and burned the fire all year round.

Thirty years have passed in a flash, Qiu Qianzi repeats the iron every day, and all the doorways have not avoided Lao Tie, Lao Tie has seen it with his own eyes, but Qiu Qianzi has not taught, but he just knows it, but he doesn't know why.

It's quite similar to today's runes.

Such days passed in a flash, and lasted for another thirty years.

After 30 years of burning fires and striking iron, he suddenly discovered that in the past 60 years, he had been thinking about it himself, and he had actually looked good in the matter of striking iron.

When Qiu Qianzi was away, he tried to complete a sword on his own, which was a sword that a half-step god called Ling Xiao came to ask for.

Qiu Qianzi said that there were not enough materials to complete, so he went out to look for materials and did not bring him.

Lao Tie was bored, so he simply took a piece of mortal iron and began forging it according to Ling Xiao's request.

To this sword, he added all his senses, the skills he had developed himself, and poured them into it one by one.

"Bell!"

When the last hammer fell, the Ling Xiao Sword was also completed.

He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and before he could feel the sword he had created, he saw Ling Xiao coming eagerly.

"How's it going? Did Qiu Qianzi build my sword well?"

As a half-step god, he has the pride of a half-step god, and he does not treat Lao Tie as an equal.

His eyes were fixed on the sword in Lao Tie's hand, which had just been baked and had not yet been opened, but he felt a trace of spirituality.

Praise immediately.

"Qiu Qianzi is worthy of being a master of refining, and it only took three days to create the sword I needed, not bad, not bad!"

He stretched out his hand, and the sword involuntarily flew towards him, breaking free from Lao Tie's grasp.

Lao Tie was about to explain, but Ling Xiao eagerly thanked him and left directly.

This matter ended like this, until Qiu Qianzi found the materials to return, and after he personally built the Ling Xiao sword, he never waited for Ling Xiao to come and take the sword.

Lao Tie didn't dare to tell Qiu Qianzi about this, so he could only bury it in his heart.

But a year later, Ling Xiao descended again, laughing heartily, holding the sword, and his whole body glowed, exuding a terrifying aura.

"Qiu Qianzi, I'm here to thank you!"

As a half-step god, Ling Xiao's figure flickered, and he came to the stove, looked at Lao Tie, and nodded slightly.

He still remembered that when Qiu Qianzi was not there, it was Lao Tie who handed over the Ling Xiao Sword to him.

Qiu Qianzi was a little distracted and looked at the Ling Xiao Sword in Ling Xiao's hand.

The sword he had made for Ling Xiao was still hanging in the sword room, waiting for Ling Xiao to come and retrieve it.

His brows were tightly locked, his gaze wandered over Ling Xiao and Lao Tie, and he quickly figured out the cause and effect.

Summoned the servant to the sword room and took out the Ling Xiao sword he had built, Qiu Qianzi compared the two, and actually threw the Ling Xiao sword he built into the blast furnace, burned it with a blazing fire for three days and three nights, and completely melted it.

"You're out of school, I have nothing more to teach you. ”

Three days later, Qiu Qianzi found Lao Tie and expelled him from the division.

Lao Tie was a little panicked, but when he saw Qiu Qianzi's eyes, there was no trace of anger, but with a smile and relief, he suddenly understood.

"Do you know why I didn't accept disciples later?"

"Because over the years, with the teaching of thousands of disciples, I have realized a truth, those who learn from me live, and those who are like me ......"

"Dead!"

He shook his head and sighed, all these years, the disciples he had taught were the same as those carved out of one of his molds.

The crafting technique, refining knowledge, and the size of the fire are all exactly the same as him.

But...... They will never be able to surpass him.

On the avenue of refining, the road ahead has been broken, what is the difference between death and death?

They walked on the road they had planned for them, and in the end, they became him.

It's an endless cycle, and although those disciples have many talented people, they all limit their path.

Therefore, he later stopped recruiting disciples until he met Lao Tie.

Lao Tie's infatuation touched him, and he decided to give the other party a chance, and also to give himself a chance.

Thirty years of burning fires and thirty years of striking iron, he didn't expect that in just sixty years, he didn't comment on the other party, and the other party actually walked out of his own way.

That's right, the moment he saw the sword in Ling Xiao's hand, he understood that Lao Tie was already blue and better than blue.

As he said, there was nothing more for him to teach.

"The way of refining weapons is ever-changing, but the first thing to practice in the wilderness, you shouldn't be too obsessed with refining weapons, in the past sixty years, your cultivation has not made an inch, and you need to improve it. ”

Before leaving, Qiu Qianzi instructed Lao Tie, but Lao Tie still did not change, after leaving Qiu Qianzi, he opened a blacksmith shop, striking iron every day, and never paid attention to cultivation.

In this way, Lao Tie's fame quietly rose with the help of Qiu Qianzi, and Qiu Qianzi did not have any idea of suppressing the backwards, and spared no effort to promote him.

The two masters of the Eastern Regions, except for Qiu Qianzi, are Lao Tie.

It's just that Qiu Qianzi has a fixed residence and bestows tens of millions of apprentices, compared to him, Lao Tie is a little shabby.

Only a few people came to the door looking for his forging artifacts.

Because...... Lao Tie only needs them to provide materials, and he doesn't take a penny!

For him, as long as he can forge it, it seems that he has found the meaning of life.

Soaring City, blacksmith shop, in front of the blast furnace.

Fu Su is also going through this stage, but his understanding is not as good as Lao Tie after all, after three years of burning fire, and another three years of iron, he still can't get out of his own way.

Lao Tie also adheres to Qiu Qianzi's teachings, believes in the concept that those who learn from me will live, and those who are like me will die, and he does not want to override his old path above the runes.

For such a young man, he was happy to see the hunt and cherished it very much, this good seedling is definitely the material for refining weapons, which he is extremely sure of.

"Now, do you feel that you have vaguely grasped something, but you have never been able to break through?"

On this day, after finishing the day's work, Lao Tie called Fu Su to his side and asked with a smile.

Fu Su nodded and recounted the problems he encountered: "These days, I always feel that I have to realize something, but I can't understand it clearly no matter what. ”

Lao Tie smiled, he had also experienced this stage.

It's just that this time, he comprehended his own path, and he didn't know what kind of path Fu Su would realize.

"You're about to leave the school, and staying with me won't have any effect, it's time to leave. ”

Lao Tie looked at the flames in the furnace, not only did not point him, but planned to expel him away.

Fu Su was a little puzzled, this departure was too sudden, he ...... As for Lao Tie's refining technique, he has not learned it at all.