In a quiet room, a yellow-faced old man with a scarlet twilight lying on his knap (chuáng) and weak bones (shēn) sat next to him a middle-aged man with slightly frosty temples, taking care of the old man carefully.

The two are a father and son.

The middle-aged man (shēn) wore an ink-colored forging robe, dressed luxuriously, and said gently: "Dad, eldest brother, he went to the Medicine Valley again after all, and with 100,000 gold, he plans to go to the Medicine Valley to buy medicine." ”

The old man said in a low voice: "Tan Yi is always like this, and you don't say anything to persuade him." ”

Dongfang Gu Huai said softly: "I have persuaded for a long time, but you know the eldest brother's (xìng) son, and you can't persuade it at all." ”

Dongfang Yunbai said to his youngest son: "After I die, you must take care of the two of them in the northwest, your second brother died early, and the northwest has been less painful than other children since he was a child. ”

Dongfang Gu Huai said: "What is my father talking about, what is it that you can't die, you are a monk of the Ying Orange Realm, and it will never be a problem to live for more than ten years, as for the two of them in the northwest, you don't need to (cāo) heart, I will take care of them." ”

After a while, a maid knocked on the door and said, "Ancestor, the medicine is ready." ”

Dongfang Gu Huai went to open the door, and the maid respectfully called out to the third master, who took the medicine and let the maid leave.

The old man on the chuáng sat up with difficulty, and Dongfang Gu Huai hurriedly put the medicine on the table next to him, and then stepped forward to help.

The old man, who was weak and had a yellow complexion, said, "Give me the medicine, I'll drink it myself, you go get some rice paper, pen and ink, and I'll write a will." ”

The youngest son (shēn), who was most pained by Ping (rì), stiffened and was stunned in place for a long time.

Dongfang Yunbai drank all the medicine in the bowl, and when he saw his youngest son staying in place, he reminded: "Gu Huai, why are you stunned, why don't you go quickly?"

Dongfang Gu Huai looked at the elderly Dongfang Yunbai and said in a low voice: "Dad......"

Dongfang Yunbai smiled: "I know my own (shēn) body best, the will should be written, go quickly...... Do I have to go down (chuáng) to get it myself?"

Dongfang Gu Huai was still reluctant to leave, and it was not until the old father was about to go down (chuáng) that the younger son agreed.

After the middle-aged man with slightly frosty temples left, the old man still got down (chuáng), and he sat at the table and waited for his youngest son to arrive.

The old man has to drink a lot of elixirs every day, what thousand-year-old ginseng, hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, are some good tonics, these medicines do have a certain effect, otherwise the old man is really unpredictable now.

A moment later, Dongfang Gu Huai trotted over with rice paper, pen and ink.

In the house, the father and son were alone, the old man was typing the manuscript, and the young man was grinding.

After grinding, the old man, who had not used a pen for many years, raised his weak right hand, and then wrote the will one by one.

Dongfang Gu Huai stood aside, his eyes moist, nostalgic for the past, thinking that back then, the Dongfang family was not as strong as it is now, just a slightly richer small family, and the old man turned this small family into a huge family with his own strength, and even in today's Beichongcheng is ranked first, the second brother died early, and the old father Ping (rì) loved him the most......

The middle-aged man was full of thoughts, looking at his elderly father's trembling hands writing a will, and his heart was as distressed as a knife.

After the will was written, the old man asked the middle-aged man to take it to see, "Gu Huai, you must help your father fulfill his wish." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the will word by word, his face was complicated, first puzzled, then embarrassed, and finally surprised, "Dad, this ......"

Dongfang Yunbai said: "It's hard for you. ”

Dongfang Gu Huai shook his head and said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, since your old man said so, I'll just do it." ”

The old man stood up (shēn), walked outside the door, looked up and turned on the warm sun of winter (rì), and felt that this life was also wonderful.

......

......

This (rì), refined iron is baked.

Yuan Shulang held a peach wood cup in his hand, took out the refined iron from the earth furnace with his magical powers, and then put away the pure yang flame inside.

The refined iron has been refined into water, and it is viscous like a slurry when placed in a peach cup.

Long Weiguo took out the Soul Breaking Spear and suppressed the coercion of the immortal soldiers with his supernatural powers.

Three young people and a fat cat next to him quietly watched the rare scene.

Repairing immortal soldiers, such a craft, few people have time.

The next moment, it really surprised Hua Wenxiang and the others, the sloppy man was actually entangled in blue qi for a moment (shēn), and his temperament changed completely.

Long Weiguo motioned to the three people and a cat next to him to stay away.

Yuan Shulang placed the Soul Breaker Gun on the iron plate of the character, then found the broken parts on the gun head, and poured the iron slurry in the mahogany cup into it one by one.

This effort is meticulous and fine, when the iron pulp in the peach cup is left from the air, the trickle is thinner than a hair, Yuan Shulang accurately poured the iron slurry into the gap of the gun head, and the process was not wasted at all.

This kung fu alone took two hours, which shows how many gaps there are on the soul breaker gun, and how fine the effort is to drip some iron pulp.

The four people and a cat next to them all watched intently.

After all the gaps in the gun head were filled, there was still a small half cup of iron pulp in the peach cup, and Yuan Shulang knew that Long Weiguo and they must have questions, so he said: "The rest will be used later." ”

Once the refined iron is refined into water, it is no longer solidified, and two hours have passed, but the molten iron in the mahogany cup is still as thick as pulp.

Yuan Shulang took out the Pure Yang Flame again, and then sprinkled the flame on the iron plate, evenly calcining the Soul Breaking Spear.

The temperature of the Pure Yang Flame is extremely high, and they can clearly feel the warmth and fragrance of the flowers when they stand a hundred feet away, but the sloppy man does not seem to be affected by this.

Yuan Shulang, who was entangled in the blue qi, picked up a hammer weighing a thousand catties and said with a smile: "You'd better stay away." ”

With that, the sloppy man raised his sledgehammer and smashed it on the head of the Soul Breaker.

"Bang!"

The sound of the hammer hitting the head of the gun suddenly overflowed the entire valley, and the sound of striking iron could be heard for dozens of miles around.

The jack sledgehammer is like a small wooden hammer in the hands of the sloppy man, and it always feels very easy to pick it up, Hua Wenxiang saw this scene, and had to admire, he had also tried to carry the sledgehammer before, although it could also be wielded, but it was definitely not as easy as the thin man in front of him wielded.

In addition to the strength of the hammer, skill is also very important, as a qualified blacksmith, the two are indispensable.

Hammer after hammer, there was the sound of smashing iron for dozens of miles around.

Sparks flew and the ground shook.

Long Weiguo had no choice but to take the flowers and warm incense, and they hid farther away.

Yuan Shulang (shēn) is thin and weak, but his strength is amazing, and when he picks up the thousand-pound hammer, he controls it very accurately, which can be said to be where he wants to fight.

The burning of the Pure Yang Flame couldn't hinder the sloppy man's sight at all.

The hammer smashed into the head of the spear and never deviated from the crack in the slightest.

Dongfang Northwest looked at the high-spirited man in front of him and sighed with emotion.

The generation of craftsmen of the past (rì) is finally back!

Yuan Shulang was born to be a blacksmith, and his master once said before his death that among the inheritors of the gods and craftsmen in the past generations, Yuan Shulang is the youngest one.

In order to have a share of the divine craftsman, one must make a demi-immortal soldier, and Yuan Shulang completed this glorious achievement at the age of twenty.

It's just that he hit a wall on the way to make immortal soldiers, which caused the youngest divine craftsman in the past to waste a few years of light (yīn), otherwise many more treasures would be born in the world.

The sloppy man's face was full of pleasure, this kind of pleasure of wielding a hammer had not been felt for many years, the furnace of the ground, the soul-breaking spear, the fine iron, these were all the things that the blacksmith dreamed of

Now (rì), everything is laid out in front of him.

"I didn't expect that my Yuan Shulang would be able to encounter these artifacts in his lifetime...... It's worth it in this life. ”

The sloppy man was preoccupied, as if a man were hammering into one, and the things around him must not disturb his thoughts.

Then, there was no quiet in the empty valley for three whole days (rì).

Yuan Shulang has not put down the hammer once since he picked it up, and the three people next to him have been staring at him to pick up the hammer, feeling that the man's name as a god craftsman is worthy of his name.

After three (rì) continuous hammers, the head of the Soul Breaker Gun was much stronger, and the iron slurry that was poured into the gaps was also completely driven into the depths by Yuan Shulang, so that many small gaps appeared on the head of the Soul Breaker once again.

Refined iron was poured into the gap between the tip of the spear, but it was not filled.

Yuan Shulang was sweating profusely but didn't know it, he took the Soul Breaker Spear away from the Pure Yang Flame, and then continued to pour iron slurry into the gap.

After the pouring was finished, the sloppy man began to hammer in an infinite loop.

Dongfang and Northwest persuaded in his heart: "Master, or let's take a break." ”

Yuan Shulang has hardly really rested from calcining fine iron to now striking iron.

The young craftsman smiled: "Northwest, this thing is important for striking iron in one go, I can't rest, and I'm not tired, this kind of pleasure has not been a teacher for a long time......"

In this way, it is another time to move past the three (rì).

It was already late winter, and there was another snow in the sky, but with the Pure Yang Flame as the center, the snowflakes within a radius of five or six miles had turned into water before they landed.

Close to the position of Pure Yang Yan, there is not even a drop of water.

Dong Qian and Heiqiu'er had already set up a tent, and one person and one cat hid in the tent, eating and drinking while listening to the sound of iron.

This is the longest time I have been out, and I haven't been home for six days.

Yuan Shulang poured the little iron slurry he had left into the gap of the Soul Breaker Gun again.

The palm-sized refined iron had been consumed three times, and there was still a leftover, almost five or six drops.

Yuan Shulang was a little happy, it seems that Jingtie needs to be used less than the budget.

He was also worried that there would not be enough iron.

This hammer is another four (rì), and the sloppy man has no idea how many thousands of hammers he wields.

Ten (rì), hardly resting.

Wielding a hammer weighing a thousand pounds for a long time, this is not only a matter of skill (qíng), but even strength is secondary, the most important of which is Yuan Shulang's stupidity (qíng) and (rè) (ài) for striking iron.

Striking the tenth iron (rì), Yuan Shulang finally put down the hammer, and he picked up the soul-breaking spear, as if he was stroking his own child, very gentle.

The Soul Breaker was shining silver, and there was no gap on the head, as if it was brand new as it had been at the beginning.

Long Weiguo stepped forward, hugged his fists and thanked him, "Master Yuan's craftsmanship is really magical, and this (rì) is really hard." ”

Yuan Shulang smiled: "General Long doesn't have to be polite, this is what you should do as a blacksmith (qíng). ”

As he spoke, the sloppy man put away the Pure Yang Flame on the side.

The surrounding weather suddenly became cold again.

(End of chapter)