The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the sword is the commander of a hundred soldiers.

With the magic power of swordsmanship, Qin Yuelou is naturally closer to the sword.

Naturally, there are blacksmith shops and weapons shops in the Golden Scale City, although most of the blacksmith shops are used to make kitchen knives and farm tools, but there is no distinction between blacksmiths and what kind of tools they are, so blacksmiths can also make weapons.

Therefore the blacksmith is the blacksmith, the swordsmith is the swordsmith, and the swordsmith is the swordsmith, and the essence is the same.

But the emphasis is different.

This time, the sign-in task is to forge swords and forge swords, but Qin Yuelou doesn't know how to forge swords and forge swords at all, there is systematic knowledge to learn from the system, and he also bought some relevant knowledge to see by himself.

However, just looking at it and not practicing the fake style, Qin Yuelou found a blacksmith shop in the downtown area of Golden Scale City, the so-called blacksmith shop, it is really a shop,

A dilapidated house, not bad, at least not a thatched house, this dilapidated house has three walls, and a big stove is placed in the middle of the house.

The stove burned red, even if you just approached you could feel a heat wave coming, if it was winter, there would be many people approaching, but now the summer has not completely passed, and the day is hot.

There was also a bellows set up by the railway, and the slightly thinner apprentice had bulging muscles in his hands and arms, and he was sweating and pulling the bellows, and between the bellows pulling and pushing, the air flow generated by the wind was sent into the furnace by the junior apprentices, and the flames in the hearth were soaring, and the younger and thinner apprentices were constantly adding large chunks of black coal to the furnace.

A young man who looked naïve stared intently at the old blacksmith striking the iron, wiping the sweat that flowed through his eyes from time to time.

A man with a big waist and a round waist was a little old, with knotted muscles all over his body, beating iron shirtless, holding a small hammer in his right hand and iron tongs in his left hand, with the hammer hammering under the extremely rhythmic hammering, the hammer struck on the small red iron block all over the body, making a dangdang sound, and the iron filings that were struck by the hammer were gray and cooled, and the square iron pieces also became slender under the orderly hammer stroke.

"The nails are to be beaten like this, the nails you hit are too thick and short, and you can't nail them in a coffin, you know?" The old blacksmith pointed patiently.

And Qin Yuelou's stop to watch finally attracted the attention of the old blacksmith.

"What does this boy want to do?" The old blacksmith asked Qin Yuelou with a pleasant face.

“··· Well, I want to forge a sword. Qin Yuelou said, rubbing a leaf in his hand.

"Then you'll have to wait, but why don't you go to the armory store and buy it?" The old blacksmith picked up the teapot, took a sip, and wiped the sweat from his body with a towel.

The old blacksmith was puzzled, this boy knew at a glance that he was from a big family, either rich or expensive, why did he come to his own small place to buy a sword?

Isn't it that I've read too many novels and want to make a whole sword and go out for a while?

The old blacksmith thought to himself, and laughed in his heart, young man, even if he has momentum, he doesn't hate it.

"I mean, I want to forge a sword from your blacksmith." Qin Yuelou alienated the leaf, turned it into a gold leaf, and handed it to the old blacksmith, "This gold leaf is borrowed from your blacksmith shop for the use of utensils and materials, shouldn't it be a loss?" ”

The old blacksmith was stunned for a moment, but he still took the golden leaf and looked at it carefully.

The veins are clear and clear, and it is indeed a veritable gold leaf, but this is indeed gold, but the purity itself cannot be seen.

"Little boy, you are..." The old blacksmith scoured his stomach for ink, and for a moment did not know what words to use.

Qin Yuelou took over the conversation very intimately.

"Hobby, I want to give it a try, a gold leaf, you won't lose money renting it for the time being." Qin Yuelou smiled and walked to the blacksmith shop.

He was unafraid of the boiling heat, not even a drop of sweat.

The blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop looked at each other, and the old blacksmith touched the gold leaf, and then gave up his position, even the work of pulling the bellows was also handed over to the young man who was naïve and simple.

If you can't get along with anything, don't get along with money.

These disciples have to eat meat, otherwise they won't have the strength to strike iron.

Although Qin Yuelou has eaten pork, he has never seen a pig run, although he has some basic theoretical knowledge, but he is not so familiar with it, but he has the potential of the two monkeys in the mixed world, and his spiritual wisdom is naturally far beyond others.

Connecting the knowledge of striking iron and forging swords, he picked up a piece of mortal iron with iron tongs and stretched it into the furnace.

Carefully comprehending the critical point between the temperature and the iron ore, even the six ears were opened.

Listen to the sound in six ears, skim the noise of the heart, and listen to the sound between iron and fire with all your attention.

The reaction between the flame and the iron block was heard by the six ears from the beginning of the jerky, to the subsequent heat entering the iron core, until the iron was completely heated.

When he took out the piece of iron, the old blacksmith's eyes were astonished.

He is talented in blacksmithing, coupled with his calm and single-minded temperament, he has naturally felt it after many years of immersion and ironmaking, and it is best to feel when the material of the molten fire is taken out, and the timing of this feeling is not much different from the timing of Qin Yuelou's clamping out of the iron block, but maybe it will be more accurate than his own feeling.

Clamping out the burned red iron and placing it on the anvil, Qin Yuelou began to beat it quickly and violently with a small hammer on the iron block.

There was a slight afterimage of the speed, and the old blacksmith's eyes widened again.

This boy looked thin, but he didn't expect that he had a strong arm, and the iron was easily beaten out of the shape of a sword, but limited by the size of the iron, this sword was only the length of the arm, the thickness of two strokes, thin and long, and it began to take shape like a sword.

Qin Yuelou looked at the sword embryo, and then stretched the sword into the pool, and the red-hot sword embryo evaporated the water, making a rapid sound of "snort", and there were bursts of water vapor.

Then Qin Yuelou listened carefully and raised the sword embryo, and then stretched the sword embryo into the furnace.

This is quenching, which improves the hardness, wear resistance, and fatigue strength of the surface while the core still has high toughness.

If it is too rigid, it is easy to break, because it is too hard and brittle, it will be broken by a blunt object or force, so a sword must be tough unless it is made of excellent materials.

And the sword weapon should not be too soft, if it is too soft, the sword edge will not have too much sharpness, and if it is not wear-resistant, it will become dull, and if it exceeds the metal fatigue, it will also be destroyed.

Although it is mortal iron, the skill and craftsmanship of striking iron can also cast mortal iron into a good sword.

For the sword he forged with his own hands, although it was mortal iron, Qin Yuelou would also pour everything he could to forge this mortal iron into a good sword.

The reason why the iron sword is a sword is because of the limitation of the material, so what about the material? It's craftsmanship.

The sword forged with all his heart and soul will also have spirituality, because it is the blacksmith who hammers his own spirituality into the sword little by little in the process of casting.

Qin Yuelou quietly blew a breath of spiritual qi, injecting the spirituality of his own body into this sword weapon, and listened with six ears.

A faint but growing sound was heard in the jingle bell.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Pain, pain, pain..."

The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, but the sword must be beaten first before it can come out.

Qin Yuelou turned a deaf ear, just muttering to himself, as if he was talking to the sword.

"You, if you want to be noble in front of people, you have to suffer later." Qin Yuelou said, and at the end of the whisper, he whispered.

"You're not a trainee who was surrounded by a small finger and shouted to send you to the hospital, bear with it."

The magazine in this iron was transformed into other materials by alienation, and the iron became a red-hot alloy.

According to the combination of different proportions, the alloy produced will also have many special properties, such as superconductors, semiconductors, and various properties such as hardness, wear resistance and other properties will also vary from material to material.

Qin Yuelou also has the knowledge of artificial alloys in his mind, and he uses this knowledge to present it to the sword, so he can also take advantage of the requirements of the material.

And this man-made alloy also used alienation to add some demon bones that he had studied, and also added some cells alienated by Hu Shan's Aowei Bao's understanding, and even the cells of the Drill Demon Worm.

In the previous life, there was a legend that Mo Ye forged a sword with his body, and in the previous life, some people wanted to explain it through scientific theories, among which there was a saying that carbon was added to the iron because of the carbonization of the human body, which made the sword have other materials, so that the nature of the iron tool changed.

But in this kind of world, there are more benefits to casting a sword with one's body, even if it is not a sword with one's body, there will also be a sword sacrificed by man.

Back then, the prince of Longyang of the ancient Jiang Kingdom did not let his sister Nightshade sacrifice the sword with her body, but Nightshade still jumped into the sea of fire, sacrificed the magic sword, and became the soul of the magic sword, and even sacrificed the sword twice... Qin Yuelou was distressed when she saw it back then.

So Qin Yuelou wouldn't do this, and he didn't have to, he had more alternatives that could be used for forging swords and forging swords with alienation.

Therefore, although it was only mortal iron, the material was raised by Qin Yuelou to the limit of what he could currently raise.

Later, he used the swordsmanship change technique to infuse the mana, but he consciously created extremely subtle veins in the sword.

It is not a complete imitation of the human body's veins, but a imitation of the six meridians of the hand to dredge in the sword, and then connect them into a closed loop, artificially deliberately creating a circulating vein.

It's just a whimsical idea of a flash of the spirit, people have meridians, so why can't the sword have it?

"Then it's called the Sword Vein." Qin Yuelou thought and continued to thrash.

The so-called tempering was quickly completed under Qin Yuelou's physique, and this sword has also changed from a bitter complaint at the beginning to a yin and yang weird qi now.

"Don't have the strength to forge a sword? And the swordsmith? ”

"That's it? It's funny enough. ”

Qin Yuelou estimated that it was because of his own spiritual relationship that this sword gave birth to a spirituality that should not be there.

Maybe this is the sword spirit that was hammered out by himself, but fortunately, the yin and yang weirdness of this sword can only be heard by himself.

With a move in his mind, Qin Yuelou also felt that it was almost finished, so he clamped the sword off the anvil, in order to save the effort of finding the hilt of the sword, he belonged to the integrated casting sword,

It sounds nice to say, but in reality he just hammered out a less aesthetically pleasing hilt, and there was no gauntlet for the sword.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sword had not completely cooled down, Qin Yuelou used his mana to leave two words on the spine of the sword on both sides of the sword body close to the hilt.

"Ann?" The old blacksmith was literate and said in a daze, "Ancestor? ”

Qin Yuelou corrected it.

"It's Zaun."

Feeling inappropriate, Qin Yuelou added.

"Take the sword under the meaning of the ancestors of the dead soul to rest in peace, so it is called Zu'an."