Chapter 5 Ironclad Soldiers

It is recorded in the Taoist magic power to sprinkle beans into soldiers, Taoist soldiers are third-class, iron armor, silver armor, and gold armor.

The ironclad Taoist soldiers are built for the essence of all iron, taking ordinary ghosts as spirits, and after refining them, they can defeat ordinary small monsters and ghosts. The silver-armored Taoist soldiers are not built of silverware, but are refined from spiritual materials, and take the monk's original spirit as the soul of the soldier, because the surface is glowing with silver light, it looks like it is made of silver, so it is called the silver-armored Taoist soldier. The golden armor is not refined by gold, but to pick the copper of the first mountain, take the fairy infant as the soul, engrave the road marks, refine it into the size of a soybean, and once it is sprinkled, it will turn into a Taoist soldier, which can be an enemy of the immortals.

Legend has it that there is also a kind of Taoist soldier, who gives birth to spiritual wisdom and cultivates on his own, which is very powerful.

And Meng Huan at this time, only mortal iron is available, and he goes to smelt iron armor Dao soldiers. However, with Meng Huan's cultivation at this time, he could only refine into an iron-armored Dao soldier.

Meng Huan stood in the blacksmith shop, looking at the iron pieces piled up in a corner, it seemed that these iron were not enough for him to refine, an iron bean weighed about hundreds of catties, and these irons were only enough for him to refine seven or eight iron armor Dao soldiers, or under a ten-percent chance of success.

And he had to smelt the pig iron into iron essence first, and that would be even less, perhaps less than three. Iron essence is not an alloy or pure iron on the earth, but a real existence in this world. The mother of iron is the mother of iron production, and the essence of iron is the essence of iron.

"Is Blacksmith Ou there?" Meng Huan shouted inside, he couldn't help but ask himself, and at this time, the old man Li who led the way had already left.

After a while, someone came out, and the person who came was about fifty years old, and it really made Meng Huan wait, if he hadn't felt it keenly and knew that there were people inside, he might have left.

"What's the matter?" said the man impatiently.

"Are you a blacksmith?" Meng Huan didn't mind, he had to ask for someone, as long as he didn't violate his principles, he didn't need to be angry about it.

"I am, which one are you?"

Meng Huan smiled, didn't answer this question, and said directly: "Blacksmith Ou, I want to borrow your blacksmith shop for use, I don't know if I can give it a convenience." ”

"Okay, don't spoil my eating guy. With that, he turned and left.

Meng Huan hurriedly stopped him, wanting more pig iron.

"You mean there's not enough iron for you?" said the blacksmith, pointing to the corner of iron.

"Yes, I have to forge this pig iron into iron before I can use it. ”

"You still have such ability? I think I have been beating iron for decades and have not been able to forge a piece of iron essence, and you say that you can do it, but I really don't believe it. ”

When Meng Huan heard this, this person seemed to really have more iron sources, so he provoked him and said, "What if I refine it?"

"If you forge it, I will give you the iron of my family heirloom for your use. ”

It was Meng Huan's turn to be surprised, there was still such a legacy hidden in the small village.

"Okay, that's a deal. ”

Meng Huan did not hesitate, unpacked the box and lit a fire, adding carbon and iron. Of course, the matter of making fire was consulted by Ou Blacksmith, and this action made Ou Blacksmith's eyes even more unbelievable, he couldn't make fire, how could he forge iron essence.

The results are always surprising, Meng Huan followed the method recorded in the bean sprinkling into soldiers, and beat the pig iron into iron essence little by little, which took only two hours. During this time, the European blacksmith did not leave an inch, and his eyes were full of admiration.

And Meng Huan's face was pale, his mana was exhausted, if he went on like this, even if there was enough pig iron, a month and a half would not be enough for him to make thirty-six iron beans, and when refining, he had to engrave Dao talismans, and the difficulty could be imagined.

When the old blacksmith saw that the iron was finely forged, he hurriedly scooped it up with his iron tongs, looked at it carefully, and sighed.

"I can't imagine that the old man, I have been playing iron for more than 40 years, and I am not as good as a small baby, there are really people outside the world. ”

Blacksmith Ou is a person of faith, and after reading the iron essence, he took Meng Huan, who had recovered his mana on the side, to the inner room.

At this time, it was already noon, and the blacksmith did not wait for lunch, and talked to Meng Huan as he walked.

"The old man's ancestors were poor, and he was once taken in by Ou Yezi's disciples, served as an apprentice, beat iron tools, and gave him the surname Ou. Although he did not have the method of forging soldiers and refining weapons, his ancestors passed down this method of iron smelting. ”

The two walked to the inner room, and the blacksmith Wang opened a wooden box, which was full of iron essence, but the purity was different, some fine, some rough. Rao was like this, and Meng Huan was also pleasantly surprised.

The old blacksmith began to talk again: "The old man said that the descendants of the Ou family cannot forge iron essence when they are alive, and they are not allowed to be recorded in the family tree after death, and the tablet is not entered into the ancestral hall of the Ou family. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, he knelt in front of Meng Huan, startling Meng Huan.

Meng Huan hurriedly helped him up, but heard him say: "I also ask the master to teach me to forge iron essence, and there are three generations of the disciple's family who cannot enter the door of the Ou family." ”

Meng Huan was speechless, but he had to agree, anyway, it was just a method of forging iron, and it was not a secret. However, this old blacksmith has no mana, and it is still difficult to forge iron essence, depending on his own creation.

Seeing Meng Huan agree, Old Man Ou immediately changed his face, as if he was surprised and sad, after all, the family heirloom had to rely on outsiders.

He squatted down, touched the iron essence, and introduced: "This box is an ancestral heirloom, the iron essence is placed in it, and the weight of a thousand catties is like a goose feather, and the ancestors migrated according to this thing." ”

"Oh?" Meng Huan held his hands in his hands, and the wooden box was easily lifted, and he was suddenly surprised. However, he didn't have any bad intentions, but if he lifted weights lightly, he could do it after he clicked on the spirit.

The old man watched him try it out and continued: "The ancestors of the Ou family have been in the past one hundred and eight generations, and they have all left a body of skills and forged iron essence. The old man studied this iron essence every day, but he never found the secret. ”

When Meng Huan heard this, he guessed that the Ou family might have a method of refining gods, as long as he practiced his divine sense and looked inside, he would know the secret.

Meng Huan didn't break it, but only negotiated with the blacksmith.

"Blacksmith Ou, how about I want to use the method of wrought iron in exchange for your forty pieces of iron essence?"

Blacksmith Wang pondered for a while, but still agreed, after all, inheriting a method is much more important than forty pieces of iron essence.

And Meng Huan asked for forty yuan, just to prevent the possibility of failure in the first refining.

Because of the treasure beads gathered by Xinghua in his body, as well as some of the nine breaths of convincing qi, Meng Huan's mana quickly recovered.

Without any further delay, Meng Huan picked up the iron essence and wanted to refine the army.

It's just that Meng Huan didn't think that this iron was so heavy that he almost made him fall, and then the blacksmith might not laugh at him, even if he felt embarrassed.

As everyone knows, Ou Blacksmith was dumbfounded, looking at a young man, picking up the palm-slap-sized, but seven or eight hundred pounds of iron and going out.

He remembered that his grandfather said that whenever the ancestors forged iron essence, they had to take out the wooden box, and then call several people to lift it before they could be packed into the warehouse. It's really a man among the gods, Ou Blacksmith thought.

As for Meng Huan, when he came to the furnace, he did not directly build an ironclad Dao soldier, but wanted to refine a sword pill first, swallow it in his abdomen, and use it as a killer weapon to kill the tiger monster after half a month.

He has always been a man who cherishes his life.