After Li Bing returned to the palace, he was depressed and in good spirits, and just after noon, he said that he was tired and wanted to rest. Anzi was bored alone, thinking that in a few days, the Song Rourou brothers and sisters would also leave Chang'an, so it was better to take advantage of this free time to see the two of them.

A person hesitates silently on the road, walking through the bustling long street, as if everything has nothing to do with him. Inadvertently, I thought about my future plans, and this question has been constantly pondering in my mind in recent days.

Song Rourou, Li Bing, Wangfu, and Meridian Sect, these Lala's mixed relationships are mixed, and it seems that each one is enough to control his fate. As for what I want to do in the future, I seem to have some ideas, but I don't seem to have any. The future is so vague, and my heart is always unstable.

In the past, it was a day at a time, but now it's really different, you have to plan for yourself, you have to plan for Rourou.

He was distracted, and when he glanced at it, there seemed to be a suspicious shadow following him. He turned his head suddenly, and there seemed nothing wrong with it. I was even more suspicious in my heart, I couldn't say that I had been thinking too much in the past two days, and my spirit had become trance. I don't think about it anymore at the moment, and I use a reed to cross the river on my feet, and I walk faster. On the way, I also bought two sugar people and gave them to Rourou to carry.

The front of the blacksmith shop of the Song family is cold, and other shops are full of people during the Chinese New Year.

The guy guarding the shop recognized Anzi at a glance, and enthusiastically called him "Little Brother An" through the counter and greeted him.

Anzi also greeted him, but was told: Song Rourou and Song Bailiu went to Yongda Hall to talk about things, and they are not there now. The guy asked Anzi to wait in the backyard, saying that the two of them went out early in the morning and might be back soon.

Lifting the coarse cloth curtain of the backyard door with one hand, Anzi's head just entered the backyard and heard a warm greeting.

"Yo! again!"

Anzi stood in place and was stunned for a moment, looking at the smiling face of the person who greeted him, and looked up at the sky: "Strange! The sun didn't come out of the west today!"

The man who greeted him was a one-eyed man in the blacksmith's shop. In the past, no matter who came, he loved to ignore it, and his face was cold. It's so strange to take the initiative to say hello today.

"Well, here we are!" An Ziying sighed, looked at the smiling face of the one-eyed man, and walked up cautiously.

In the cold winter, he was still naked, only wearing the black buffalo leather apron.

"The young owner and the young lady are not there, I went to Yongda Hall to talk about things, and I can't come back for a while. While he was looking at the blacksmith work at hand, he struck the iron embryo with a hammer and said to Anzi, humming a small tune in his mouth, and his whole body was rhythmically rhythmic.

Anzi looked at the red embryo, which seemed to be a short knife, which was about to take shape. He walked over to the one-eyed man and surveyed the entire forge table—there was still some unused material on the ground, and the furnace by the bellows was still on fire, and the embryo must have just come out.

He leaned over to the one-eyed man's side, and looked at the rough forging technique, and couldn't help but scoff a little. But this made him even more puzzled - obviously this guy's forging skills are much worse than his own, but the finished product is not inferior at all, could this trick lie in his method of smelting ore?

Most of the Meridian Sect uses a single concentrate to forge weapons, and very few will mix different ores to practice together. Although I've always been curious, I'm just not familiar with it before, so I'm embarrassed to ask. Now that I know each other, this person is in a good mood, so I just tried to ask.

"Always meet, I heard Rourou call you Uncle Hu, and I don't know Uncle Hu's real name. "Anzi is also a thief, even if he is anxious to ask, he still has to set up the relationship step by step.

"It doesn't matter what the name is, you can just follow them and call me Uncle Hu. He lifted the pliers in his hand, looked at the iron embryo clamped on it, nodded with satisfaction, and sent it into the water tank.

"Wow~!" The sound of annealing was extremely pleasant.

"Uncle Hu, what is the happy event today? I see that you are in a very good mood. ”

He fished out the short knife and looked at the magnificent annealing markings on it, and was quite satisfied. With a short knife in one hand and a sand-faced stone in the other, it's ready to be polished.

"Of course, there are happy events. Your Uncle Hu is half adrift, and he is finally going to have a home. As he spoke, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and the work in his hand became faster and faster, and layers of iron powder fell off the short knife, and the blade became shiny.

"That's great joy! Congratulations!" Anzi congratulated, and read in his heart: No wonder, it turned out that there was an eyebrow.

Rourou mentioned to Anzi before that there was a widow at the end of the street, who had been widowed for more than ten years, and made a living by making pulp washing for her brother's shop. The person is not bad, the figure is still charming, and he is diligent in his work. Uncle Hu has always been interesting to others, but there are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, this Uncle Hu has no money, and he is a one-eyed blind man, afraid that people will chew his tongue.

Song Rourou had been shouting for help before, looking at the situation, it meant that the matchmaker was successful, and I didn't know what method was used.

"Hehe, thanks to Miss's help. Wait for Zhang Luo to get up next month, you remember to come and have a drink!" he blew on the short knife, raising the iron powder peeling off his face, and the polished and smooth blade reflected a cold light, and even the blade he built today was particularly handy. He smiled with satisfaction, and the bad temper guy before was almost like two people.

"Definitely, definitely!" Anzi replied with a smile, seeing that the opportunity was suitable, and then asked: "Uncle Hu, I see that your forging technique seems to be different from the ordinary, I don't know where you are the teacher?"

Uncle Hu's eyebrows twitched, put down the work in his hand, and stared at Anzi's face: "Oh, why do you suddenly ask that?" He paused, did not answer, but said: "I still want to ask you, it seems that you also know how to forge, which school are you?"

"My sect is not in the Central Plains, you may not have heard of it, it is considered a soldier's lineage, right?"

"Which one is the soldier?" Uncle Hu raised his eyebrows again, and suddenly thought of a place: "It's not in the Central Plains, is it the Northern Meridian Sect?"

"Ahh As soon as you say that the soldiers are good at forging, they are not in the Central Plains. Isn't that what the Meridian Sect is talking about? It's very unusual to meet someone from the Meridian Sect in Chang'an. ”

Uncle Hu was in the way of Anzi's face, and he didn't say it clearly: The Meridian Sect used to be powerful, but now it has declined. There can still be heirs in the Central Plains, which is the real rarity.

When Anzi heard this, he naturally figured out the meaning, and only said that it was a coincidence. He asked again: "So, Uncle Hu is in the same vein? Which one is it? Was it one of those doors that he forged with Sanmou Palace before?"

Uncle Hu put down the things in his hand, rested the refining furnace, untied the cowhide apron on his body, put on a fairly clean coarse cloth robe, and somehow showed a little frustration on his face: "There are countless sects that are in the same vein. Mine is just a small sect, worse than the Meridian Sect, and it has already dispersed, so don't mention it!"

Anzi looked at him with a strange expression, and there should be something else hidden in his heart. Since I don't want to say it, there's no point in asking any more. It's better to get straight to the point.

"My master once said that the finer the ore, the better. The higher the purity, the better the quality of the forged weapon. But last time it seemed like you were mixing several different ores together, and the effect seemed to be better than a single concentrate. What is the reason for this? ”

Anzi saw that he didn't answer, and didn't know if he was too idiot to ask, and said: "I've heard before that some ores will meet when they are smelted together, and some ores will be combined when they are put together. But I never thought that 'white garnet' and 'Wushan iron' and 'white gang copper' could be combined. All three are common ores, and if they were combined, everyone should have known about them and recorded them. ”

"These three do not coincide. They can be put together because they have to add a few other things. Uncle Hu wanted to speak and stopped. Looking at Anzi, he thought about it and ran away again, and said for a long time: "This is actually the secret of my sect." ”

Uncle Hu slowed down the rhythm of his speech, hooked his finger at Anzi, led him to the weapon rack in the courtyard, and said:

"Your master is right, the purer the ore, the better the quality. However, in some cases, even if it is not a pure mine, it can still make a good weapon. For example, the former 'bronze' was a mixture of cuprite and tin ore. Such weapons are not only wear-resistant, but also less prone to rust, which is what you call ore fusion.

In fact, in addition to bronze, there are many other ores, which are also compatible, but the ratio and smelting methods are strict, not as casual as bronze, and the application is not as extensive as bronze, so few people know it.

This is actually my specialty, which used to be the study of the combined properties of various ores. We call it the Art of Alloys!"

Uncle Hu picked up the long knife on the armory rack, which was the one he built when he first met Anzi.

"You see, this knife uses one of the most successful recipes that my sect has ever researched. The forged weapon is not only sharp, but also brighter in section, and stainless for a hundred years. As he spoke, he put the knife in front of Anzi: "Look at it, isn't it good?"

Anzi couldn't say it, but always felt that the blade of this knife had a special texture, which was different from what he had seen before.

"Hehe!" Uncle Hu smiled evilly: "As you can see, the main ingredient of this smelting recipe is 'Wushan Iron', supplemented by 'White Garnet' and 'Baigang Copper'." However, if you simply melt the three ores together, of course, it is not possible, and you also need to pay attention to the proportions, the order of putting them in, the time, the temperature control, etc., in addition, you have to add a little bit of other things.

It's easy to say, but in fact, these recipes have been explored through thousands of experiments. You can't see it just by looking at it, and you can't make a finished product in any step, so you have to know the exact recipe of this 'alloy technique'. ”

Uncle Hu talked for a long time, which made Anzi's heart move. This alloy technique is obviously something that cannot be learned in the Meridian Sect, and it is more beneficial to the forging technique of the Meridian Sect.

"Then can you teach me, I want to learn too. ”

Uncle Hu glared at Anzi's longing immature face: "If you don't send a disciple to worship me as a teacher, I can still consider it." But you soldier disciple, I don't feel comfortable handing over this secret to you. ”

"Ah!" Anzi looked at Uncle Hu's righteous expression, and secretly said in his heart that it was a pity, and even began to plan to find Rourou for help.

"Hahahaha, teasing you. The sects are gone, so what else is there to steal and not steal. Uncle Hu looked at Anzi's funny face, tears of laughter flowed out, he lifted his blindfold and rubbed his right eye: "You are a friend of Miss and Shaodong's family, and you are also your own person." There are a lot of things today, the sky has changed, you come and I will teach slowly. ”

An Zi was relieved, and he was also happy in his heart: "Actually, I don't know much, before the sect was destroyed, there were dozens of alloy recipes that were explored, and now I can only remember three." ”

"Three kinds of it is fine! Even if you only learn from you, this kind of Osan Tie, it is enough. ”

The Song family brothers and sisters have not come back yet, but Anzi and Uncle Hu have talked about the various details of the forging technique. The two wanted to talk very happily, but whenever they talked about Uncle Hu's sect, he always avoided it, never mentioned the past, and Anzi didn't want to ask again.

This conversation is two hours. couldn't wait for Rourou to appear, and seeing that it was almost time for the palace to open the meal, Anzi had to leave first.

Coming out of the blacksmith shop, Anzi was refreshed, and seemed to see the dawn of his forging on the road.

Just as I was happy, suddenly the feeling of being followed came back to my mind. I thought it was my own distraction, but when I turned around, I looked at the two figures on the side of the alley behind me - a woman in a purple shirt pushed a wooden chair with wheels, standing under the wall in the distance, looking at herself.

Barely believing his eyes, he rubbed his sockets and fixed his gaze to reconfirm......

"Division...... Master~??"

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I haven't written it for three weeks, and this chapter is written very slowly, and I always feel that it is not as good as before. It seems that there is still a lot of practice.

Anyway, the first chapter after the resumption of the update is finally here.