Zhou Sheng released the freezing technique, which instantly cooled and hardened the molten iron in the mold, and then threw it into the furnace and began to burn. The sword has been formed, and a hammer is needed to continuously hammer it, which is an extremely important step that determines the beauty and sharpness of the sword.

I didn't have much experience in this step last week, so I knocked it a few times and threw it into the fire. "Uncle Bofo, I'll leave it to you, I don't know anything about tempering me after molding, and it is estimated that it must be strange to build. ”

Bo Fo grabbed Zhou Sheng's shoulder and said excitedly: "No, you are a genius of casting, there is no disadvantage with different fire molten iron, frozen and hardened, which will greatly save the process of building." And your strength is extremely strong, and you can temper the impurities in the iron tire very pure. As for molding, it's just that you don't have enough experience, as long as you learn from me for a few days and master the skills, you can become an excellent caster. ”

Beauvo took the iron sword out of the fire and squirted a sip of wine on it. "Listen, don't care too much about the proportions of the sword, the rest of the concave and convex parts. You just have to remember to hit the wrong place with a hammer, and so on, follow your own heart, and smash it until it is perfect. In everyone's heart, there is a perfect sword, as long as you follow your own heart, it will naturally be a good sword. ”

"It's that simple?" Zhou Sheng wondered, this is really a typical representative of idealism, as long as you want to prioritize the beating according to the prototype of the iron sword, how can you knock it randomly.

"Are you wondering, ha, I didn't understand when I heard my father say that. Until I wasted half a year. After building dozens of scraps. The perfect sword in my heart takes shape naturally, and I don't need to think about it at all. Do you understand that?" Beaufer closed his eyes, the hammer pounding on the sword. After a few round-trips, a sword finally took shape. Then the opening and polishing, the handle, the sheath, all the processes are completed.

Zhou Sheng finally understood that practice makes perfect, and like the brain, the more you use it, the more flexible it becomes. Naturally, many problems can be ordered, which are usually accumulated.

The perfect sword in Zhou Sheng's heart is as thin as a cicada's wings, and the cold light is cold. See blood seal the throat. He began his first real build, hammer and hammer.

Waste......

Waste......

Waste......

Waste......

Waste......

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From the beginning of the afternoon to the next morning, Zhou Sheng kept beating all the time, looking focused. Sometimes they close their eyes and knock blindly. Repeatedly. In total, dozens of scrap products were created.

At the beginning, the project that Bofo could have taken half a year to complete was completed in more than ten hours, and his eyes were blazing, and he seemed to be more and more energetic.

The brothers Nuba and Bofo stayed with Zhou Sheng in the courtyard all night, but the two had already fallen asleep. As soon as Bo Fo opened his eyes, he saw that Zhou Sheng was still tempering impurities, turning molten iron, inverting molding, and beating, and a whole set of actions flowed smoothly.

Beaufer was about to speak, when Deanna on one side whispered, "Uncle Beaufer, don't disturb him. He won't stop until he forges the perfect sword. ”

He ...... Doesn't he need to take a break?" Beaufer exclaimed. 1. Baking next to the fire at night, Zhou Sheng didn't look a little tired, not even a drop of sweat, as if he had infinite energy. This is too exaggerated, Beaufer looked at the waste in one place, his eyes were about to fall out, and he could have such a large amount of work in one night, and the top few seemed to be half his level.

God, he only demonstrated it to Zhou Sheng twice, how talented it takes to do it.

When he was gone, Zhou Sheng threw down another sword, and then continued to temper the iron tire.

Nuba carefully grabbed the sword that Zhou Sheng had just dropped, and handed it to his brother Bofo tremblingly. Bo Fo took the sword, his eyes flashed, and he glanced at Zhou Sheng again, it was incredible, he had reached his own level, this was already a perfect sword. Is this kid crazy, such inferior materials can only create such a sword, which is already the extreme.

"Nuba, go to Kaifeng to polish ......," Bo Fu said, unconsciously walking next to Zhou Sheng and watching Zhou Sheng cast. That miraculous Fabo Buddha was unforgettable, and this was the second time in his life that he had seen it.

For the first time, when his grandfather was dying, one day he returned to the light and got up from the hospital bed, like a dragon and a tiger, just like Zhou Sheng is now, without distractions, focusing on building, creating a perfect sword, after the sound of wild laughter, a mouthful of blood rushed on the sword, and then died. The sword was also sealed in the tomb as a burial companion, and Beauvo has not reached that height to this day.

Soon Zhou Sheng threw down a few swords that he thought were scrap, and Bo Fo picked them up and saw that they were such swords, the same as those made by his grandfather when he was a child. Bo Fo couldn't help but burst into tears, stroking the blade of the sword, although it had not been opened and polished, he had already felt the sharp aura of the sword.

Hami had already made breakfast and was about to call everyone to eat, when she came to the courtyard, she couldn't help but be stunned when she saw the situation in the courtyard, and looked at Zhou Sheng with several other people.

It's just a child.,It's so serious about doing things.,It's so charming.。 Hami's face was slightly red, and everyone looked at Zhou Sheng, but they didn't notice her embarrassment.

After continuing to discard a few perfect swords, Zhou Sheng began to temper the next sword again, and after taking it out of the furnace fire, Zhou Sheng paused slightly and exhaled a long breath. Closing his eyes, the hammer clattered on the sword, and began to hit intensively, knocking and knocking.

It took three times longer for this sword to be hammered and tempered than before, and after repeated hammering hundreds of times, Zhou Sheng stopped. Looking at the thin sword in his hand, he took out a handkerchief from the ink ring and gently wiped the dust on it.

The sword body is as thin as a cicada's wings, shining brightly, and the sword is sharp, and it is polished and opened in the process of hammering, and the sword is completed in one go, flawless.

Zhou Sheng swung his sword and slashed, the iron furnace was torn apart, the furnace fire was extinguished, and the waste swords on the ground trembled and stood up, as if worshipping the king of swords.

Zhou Sheng laughed at this time, "It's finally done." When he turned around, he saw the frightened Bo Fo, "Uncle, what's wrong with you, aren't you evil, what do you think of my sword?"

Bofo's throat was dry, and he clearly felt the fierceness of his sword. At this time, there was a slight wind, and the morning breeze blew up a chicken feather, which slammed lightly into the sword, and then was cut in half, and fell to the ground vertically in an incredible way.

How could the feather fall vertically, it was actually caused by the sword qi.

Zhou Sheng handed the sword to Bo Fo, "Uncle, get a hilt and scabbard, this will be given to you, and in the future, you can directly kill the troublesome kobolds, without the need for beast traps and traps." ”

Bo Fo took the sword, and the perfect sword danced in his hand several times, as if he was very dissatisfied with this new master, and only stopped after Zhou Sheng entered a spiritual power. (To be continued......)