The Pingjiang Grand Canal is magnificent, sweeping eastward, like a giant dragon winding to and fro.

A flat boat travels on the surging river, drifting with the waves, but it is very stable.

"Turning thousands of waters into one, the undercurrent of hundreds of rivers, the Pingjiang Grand Canal is really the first grand scene of the Universiade."

On the wooden boat, Jing Shuhu sat cross-legged, overlooking the long river, and sighed:

"Forty years later, it's still so spectacular."

He wanted to go down the river, see the scenery along the way, and see the vast sea.

Glancing at the senior brother who hadn't been out of the valley for forty years and sighed all kinds of after he came out, Lei Jingchuan was expressionless:

"If Su Wanxiong doesn't die for a day, the Dragon Mansion will not be at peace, and the attitude of the Zhenwu Hall is also unsettling."

"There are thousands of temples built in the imperial court, and thousands of evil gods worship gods, and there is an inextricable relationship between the two, what's so strange?"

Jing Shuhu tugged at the corners of his mouth: "The world is good, the great grandfather is willing to share, but his descendants may not be ......."

"Children and grandchildren are not filial."

Lei Jingchuan sighed, talking about the royal family, but he couldn't help but have a little self-deprecating mockery.

At the beginning of the founding of the Universiade, the Valley of Divine Soldiers was qualified to occupy the fiefdom of a state, but now, it is ......

"It's not that our descendants are unfilial, it's that we are unfilial, and that line is much better than ours."

Jing Shuhu enjoyed the river breeze and even wanted to find a fishing rod to fish:

"Filial piety or unfilial piety, what is the obstacle, that is, the valley lord is bent on revitalizing the mountain gate, relying on the old man, the land of a mansion, is it not enough to feed us?"

"If you don't think about a state, how can you seek a government?"

Lei Jingchuan shook his head, disagreeing, but he had no intention of arguing with him, a little worried:

"I hope the valley lord will go all the way to Pinggou......

"Humph! That Han Chuijun acted arrogantly, and never considered the consequences when doing things, if he really killed Qianjun Cave 'Qi Jingang'......

Jing Shuhu sneered:

"Then we have to prepare for the accountability of the Huailong Palace, as well as the alliance of the three major sects."

"You can still laugh?"

Lei Jingchuan frowned.

The Valley of Divine Soldiers is located in one mansion, radiating three mansions, and has great power, but the three major sects are also thousand-year-old sects, and the masters are like clouds.

Especially Sanyuanwu and Qianjun Cave, there have been a number of masters in the past few decades.

"What's wrong with the old man's smile? With my hand forging the art of war, which sect in the world is not allowed to be a guest?"

"Shut up!"

Lei Jingchuan changed color, shocked and angry:

"Something seems wrong everywhere since you came down this time, what the hell happened?!"

Lei Jingchuan stared at him deadly, and he was suspicious in his heart, after coming down the mountain this time, his senior brother didn't know what stimulation he had.

"Let's go back to the mountain."

Jing Shuhu closed his eyes, quite excited: "I'll talk about it when they come back."

"You ......"

Lei Jingchuan also wanted to ask, but after Shuhu slapped his hand, the majestic internal qi pushed the river, and the boat shot away.

……

A few days after Fang Baoluo returned, the True Transmission and Inner Disciples of Bali and the Inner Sect also returned.

The Valley of Forging Soldiers suddenly became lively, and there was an endless stream of disciples who came to repair weapons.

Li Yuan bought a lot of deals at the lowest price.

While! While! While!

The hammer sounded continuously, and sparks flew everywhere.

Near the forging platform where Li Yuan was located, there were piles of weapons waiting to be repaired, many of which were badly damaged.

Among them, the 80,000-mile drum mixed with the gold hammer is the most eye-catching, in addition, there is no shortage of famous weapons, and there are swords, guns, swords and sticks.

The repair of famous weapons often cost hundreds of taels of silver, and Li Yuan, who was half alive, naturally accepted a bunch of weapons.

and the unkind eyes of many craftsmen in the forge yard.

"Weapon restoration is also a big deal."

The hammer rose and fell, and Li Yuan was quite satisfied.

Half of these jobs,

At least you can earn two or three thousand taels of silver, which is about equivalent to a sixty pounds of red arowana.

Of course, for him, silver was secondary, and the weapons themselves were of great value to him.

It can be used to change the root bones and practice other martial arts.

The fly in the ointment is that he can't hold it for a long time.

"Whew!"

Adjusting his breathing, Li Yuan swept aside the tempered fiery essence iron, took the corresponding material of iron for forging, and prepared for the repair of the blade.

I practice my hands by the way, too.

"The essence of the Bing Ge tempering method is 'listening', or 'sensing', according to the book, it is necessary to sense the breath of different iron materials with your heart, in order to completely fuse the two iron materials......

"In my understanding, this is 'alloy'!"

Li Yuan's heart was bright, and his comprehension ability was naturally more than that of most of the illiterate people in the field.

He was on the verge of getting started at the moment.

Bad, yes......

"Qi and blood, internal strength."

The difference between the forging method and the forging method is not only the alloy, but also the use of qi, blood and internal strength.

The difference between a famous weapon and a superb blade is also in this.

Only a blade that can conduct qi and blood and internal strength can be regarded as a famous weapon.

"Whew!"

Li Yuan adjusted his breathing, his arm was red, and when he hammered, he consciously guided the infusion of blood qi.

This process is very slow, and each hammer only has a little blood and internal strength to transmit, and it is necessary to use blood and gas to penetrate the iron material, which can be regarded as the introduction to the art of war.

The advantages of the dragon-shaped root bone are also reflected in the cultivation of the art of war, the qi and blood are vigorous, and the recovery is amazing, and he can last longer.

At the same time, when he hammered the iron, he had a feeling that he had also been tempered, and his blood and internal strength seemed to be becoming solidified.

"The secret method of forging soldiers really lives up to its name!"

Li Yuan felt the benefits.

The art of forging war is not only an iron method, but also a clever Qimen martial art, which is no less than the fighting hammer of the military road.

Purifying blood and internal strength, at the same time, it seems that he is also exercising his physique and practicing the exercises.

While! While!

Sparks splashed in the shadow of the hammer, and Li Yuan was immersed in it, his qi and blood and internal strength roamed all over his body, poured into the hammer body, and rammed the iron.

At a certain moment, he only felt the sound of the hammer change, made a 'ding' sound, and felt the 'breath' of the iron."

"It's time to get started!"

……

"What the hell is going on?"

In the tunnel, Lei Jingchuan suddenly stopped Jing Shuhu and frowned: "You and I have been friends for decades, can't you say it?"

"Do you remember that more than forty years ago, a person came to look for the master to cast soldiers?"

Jing Shuhu asked.

"Wanchuan?" Lei Jingchuan blurted out, his eyes were angry.

More than 40 years ago, a middle-aged man came from other Daozhou and asked his master for troops.

Because of his generous hand and extremely rare iron materials, his master finally made a move and forged a superb famous weapon.

was mocked and insulted by his master, and in front of everyone, he created a magic weapon with his own hands, and with just one blow, he broke the best famous weapon created by his master.

"It's him!"

Jing Shuhu nodded.

"He still dares to come!"

Lei Jingchuan was furious.

"Striking iron is like a competition, and the skill is not as good as others, what can I do?"

Jing Shuhu sighed.

He's still so easy to deceive, but because of this, there are some things he can't say.

"Nawanchuan claims to be a branch that did not follow when the patriarch migrated to the mountain gate 1,400 years ago......

Thinking back to the depressed master, Lei Jingchuan paced back and forth, a little unbearable:

"They're coming to the Dragon's Mansion? Where?!"

Abandoning a state and choosing a mansion, when the patriarch of the Valley of Divine Soldiers chose to migrate in the past,

There are also branches that don't want to follow.

More than a thousand years have passed, and many of these branches have disappeared, but there are still one or two branches, but they have joined other sects.

"What if you find it? Are you a good fight?"

Jing Shuhu bypassed him and walked underground.

Lei was stunned, but he couldn't refute it, so he could only stomp his feet with hatred.

He has the possibility of failing to build the best blade, let alone a divine soldier......

"Let's go, let's see how that kid is learning."

Jing Shuhu said: "Wan Chuan has brought a good seedling this time, I heard that it is less than three months, and he has already introduced the art of war."

"March Entry?!"

Lei Jingchuan gasped.

It took him more than three years to get started, and that was when he had many years of experience in iron cutting.

"In the land of a state, it is not surprising that the natural talent is better than the land of a state."

Jing Shuhu said, and there was a sudden pause at his feet.

"Huh?!"

Lei Jingchuan stepped to follow, and was also slightly stunned, and heard "Ding!" A bang.

"The voice?"

Lei Jingchuan's eyes widened, and he wanted to say something, but where was the shadow of Jing Shuhu in front of him?

……

"It's finished!"

In front of the forging table, Li Yuan was sweating profusely, but his eyes were bright.

As the hammer fell, it was as if he had actually heard the ingot's breathing, and even the rhythm.

Introduction to the Art of War.

Blacksmiths who have reached this point are actually qualified to build famous weapons, but the success rate may be very low.

Li Yuan put down the forging hammer and wiped his sweat, only to find that the forging field was quiet, and almost everyone looked at him.

Envy, shock, suspicion, jealousy......

The emotions were so strong that Li Yuan was startled.

"You, you've learned the art of war?!"

Someone's hammer fell to the ground, it was a short and thin, but very strong middle-aged man, he was a disciple of Lei Jingchuan, named Niu Jun.

Under the three elders of the Forge Soldier Valley, there are only three disciples who change shapes.

"It's only been a few days, and I'm actually getting started!"

"No way, I haven't started for six years, how can he get started?"

"Have you finished reading the book in a few days?!"

……

After a brief silence, there was an uproar.

For the blacksmiths, there was nothing more shocking than this, and Ding Zhi's death was nothing compared to this news.

"You ......"

Niu Jun was the first to rush over, regardless of the fact that the iron was still red, and grabbed it.

"It's done, it's done!"

Niu Jun was shocked beyond words.

He knew that the genius of the dragon-shaped root bone practiced martial arts very quickly, and a year was worth three or five years, seven or eight years for ordinary people, but this was the art of forging war, and it was striking iron!

He expected that the dragon-shaped root bone would have some advantages, but where did he think that this advantage had reached such a point?

'Is there a natural blacksmith in this world?!' "

The blacksmiths who gathered around were all silent, the iron ingot would not deceive people, it would be passable, and if it was not passed, it would not be passed.

No matter how suspicious they were, this piece of iron was also made by Li Yuan with their own eyes......

"Great Elder, Third Elder!"

Li Yuan's eyes were sharp, and he saw Jing Shuhu and the others outside the crowd at a glance, and the rest of the blacksmiths turned around and saluted.

"A month to get started?"

Jing Shuhu's hands behind his back burst out with green tendons, but his face was light and light:

"Well, it's not bad."