Time is like water, the river is endless, and in a blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

In the past ten days, Cheng Kun can be said to have lived a miserable life. Get up early every day, go to Aunt Hu's shop for breakfast, and then come to the armory shop of the master Tang Zhong, without saying a word, start to strike iron, stand in front of the stove for a day, and then return to Uncle Fan's house to rest after dark, and then continue the next day.

Starting from the basics, learn how to identify the advantages and disadvantages of ores, how to cast molds, control the temperature of furnace fires, and folding and forging techniques...... Different weapons have different ways to build them, and even ordinary skills have their subtleties. Cheng Kun knew for the first time that it was so troublesome for the ancients to build a blade.

He thinks that when he gets out of the school, he can hang up the achievements of a weapon master to himself, and it is nothing to use it, and he can fight a real dick!

Because there are too many things to learn, even if Cheng Kun's progress is much faster than ordinary people, he is still far from creating a qualified blade on his own. He didn't think about it either, and every day he settled down to deal with iron and fire, without the restlessness that a child should have.

During these ten days, Tang Zhong stayed by Cheng Kun's side, pointing out his mistakes at any time. Anyway, he didn't see a few people in his armory shop in a day, and now it's simply closed. There are many imitations of historical divine weapons in his armory, and swords account for the majority. Like the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow that Cheng Zhen saw before, there are also such as Zhanlu, Tai'a, Seven Star Longyuan, and so on......

When Cheng Kun made a finished product, Tang Zhong would take out a handful and compare it with it, explaining in detail the wisdom of the famous craftsmen behind these divine soldiers, and let him find out his own shortcomings.

Cheng Kun also kept this knowledge in his heart like a sponge absorbing water, and ten days was enough time for him to be familiar with every process of forging.

In Tang Zhong's words, now Cheng Kun is already a qualified apprentice, as for when he can become a teacher, he can only wait for him to slowly accumulate experience. Because in the process of forging, there are too many places that are not clear in words, and you can only slowly experience it in practice, so Cheng Kun's hard life has to continue.

But after all, this kind of life is too boring, it is really not fun to play non-stop every day, and there is not even a girl next to him, although Cheng Kun has strong self-control and has been persevering, but his efficiency is still invisibly reduced.

On this day, when Cheng Kun was abolished for the third time due to uneven force, Tang Zhong could see that Cheng Kun's heart was already a little unquiet, and he stood up to stop Cheng Kun from continuing, "Okay, let's get here here today." ”

Tang Zhong looked at Cheng Kun, there was no blame in his eyes, when he learned forging by himself, he only lasted less than three days, and then he had to be forced by the master with a stick, in comparison, Cheng Kun was already very good, with such an apprentice, he would wake up laughing even from a dream.

He decided to let the apprentice rest for a while, and show his hand by the way, so that the kid would know that he was not just looking for an errand to toss him.

After signaling Cheng Kun to go away, Tang Zhong stood in front of the iron furnace, took off his shirt, revealing a broad back, a tiger's back, and knotted muscles, showing the man's masculine beauty to the fullest.

Throwing away the sword embryo that had been scrapped, Tang Zhong took out a few more pieces of ore, melted and poured them into the mold, and soon, another sword embryo took shape, "Disciple, blow the wind." Today, the master will demonstrate to you in person, and how much you can learn depends on yourself. ”

After fixing the sword embryo with iron tongs, Tang Zhong immediately swung the hammer, only to hear a loud sound of "oooh", which was deafening, the sword embryo became thinner to the extent visible to the naked eye, and an invisible wave of qi centered on the hammer and sword strike, wrapped in sparks and rushed around, smoke and dust everywhere, this scene was much more awesome than the five-mao special effects of later generations.

With the exertion, the bones of Tang Zhong's whole body made a "crackling" sound like a whip, and the whole person was also raised by two inches, and the skin of his exposed body quickly turned iron blue, and countless tiny muscles and tendons under the skin flowed like mercury, looking as if he was covered with an iron coat, giving people a sense of invulnerability.

"Lying ...... Groove!" Cheng Kun couldn't help but burst into foul mouth.

Cheng Kun was standing beside Tang Zhong, and when he saw this inhuman scene, his brain suddenly shut down, and his eyes were about to fly out, what was the situation? He couldn't believe his eyes, half of his three views collapsed, and the cognition of the world that he had accumulated over more than 30 years in his two lives collapsed at this moment.

The power of this hammer was even inferior to him in his previous life, when he was in his heyday. Cheng Kun could clearly feel that an invisible force was surging in Tang Zhong's body, which was the source of his strength.

Many words flashed through his mind for a while: "True Qi, True Yuan, Fighting Qi?...... Well, it shouldn't be vindictive, there's no light on the body!" Whatever it is, it's definitely not the innate strength of the body.

In fact, he already vaguely knew the answer in his heart.

In the previous life of China, martial arts has always been a complex buried deep in the hearts of countless people, but people can only experience the kind of life that crisscrosses the rivers and lakes in the works of the masters, and the life of happiness and revenge. But now, it seems that I have seen it with my own eyes.

No matter how turbulent Cheng Kun was in his heart, he was still mechanically blowing the wind in his hands, and under the rising furnace temperature, Tang Zhong folded and forged the sword embryo in his hand repeatedly until it was formed, and then Shi Shiran completed the quenching. At this point, even if a sword is roughly completed, the subsequent grinding and carving can be done slowly.

He looked at Cheng Kun, who was a little distracted, and his face was a little proud: "How about it, kid, I know that I am still far behind." Your master and I have been practicing hard for more than ten years, and we have reached the realm of the iron coat, if we can go further, it is not far away to release the qi, and the "Iron Cloth Jue" can be said to be the end of practice, even a genius like General Peng only reached this step after the age of thirty. ”

Cheng Kun looked at the master, his little face was unprecedentedly serious: "Master, how many people are like you in this world?"

Tang Zhong also wanted to take this opportunity to let Cheng Kun know some common sense, so he didn't hide it: "No matter what kind of exercises, internal cultivation or external practice, it is not so easy to practice to the self-generation of true qi, but the first step of building a foundation is enough to stop seventy percent of the people, and there are also Tongmai, entrances, and the realm of beheading corpses that is only recorded in legends and does not exist in the world, every step is more difficult." What's more, almost all the exercises in this world are controlled by the high-ranking factions, and civilians have no chance to see them at all, that is, in the army, they can be exchanged for military merits. ”

Cheng Kun listened to it, and it was easy to understand that these martial arts methods were like guns and ammunition in later generations, and it was inevitable that they would be controlled. Once ordinary people gain superhuman strength, they will be followed by uncontrollable desires, and few people can not get lost.

Chivalry violates the prohibition with martial arts, and Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law, and the ancients have long understood this. It's no wonder that Cheng Kun has grown so big that it is the first time he has seen such power.

Tang Zhong told him some basic common sense again, and when he saw that the sky was getting dark, he stopped with a dry mouth. He handed the sword he fought to Cheng Kun, and finally said: "Take it back and think about it, you don't need to practice these foundations now, from tomorrow, you only need to build a blade every day, calm down to have a harvest." ”

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At night, Cheng Kun lay on the bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. He took advantage of the moonlight to carefully examine the sword that Tang Zhong had given him.

The iron sword is about three feet long, the sword body is dark, it looks unpretentious, but in fact, the whole body is the same, if it hits with other sword weapons, Cheng Kun believes that it will not be this one that is broken. He guessed that perhaps the cultivation of the "Iron Cloak Jue" was also like this sword, from a piece of mortal iron through various tempering, and finally transformed and sublimated.

The appearance of the master forging the sword during the day clearly appeared in his mind again, and such a powerful power made his blood boil.

On weekdays, don't look at how debauched Cheng Kun is, he is still an out-and-out "martial idiot" in his bones. In fact, without this obsession with martial arts, he would not have been able to achieve much.

In his previous life, Cheng Kun's boxing skills have been cultivated to the point of strength, and he is even better at actual combat, and in more than 30 battles with masters of other factions, he has won all battles. He has seen a lot of boxing techniques from various sects, but he has never been able to go further. Only then did he join the army and want to make progress on the battlefield.

As a result, he succeeded and failed. After the baptism of artillery fire and the polishing of life and death, his mental state has reached a peak, which can be described as: energy and energy, the saint of boxing.

But even so, he still failed to break through the strength, and the realm of Baodan mentioned by his predecessors in his works seems to be just a mirror, and it is out of reach. Not to mention the innate qi that is still on it, and even "breaking the void and witnessing the body and gods".

After being inexplicably reborn into this world, he has a chance to do it again. However, maybe he could polish his body more perfectly, but he still didn't have the slightest confidence in Bao Dan.

For countless nights, he had almost despaired and wanted to give up. No matter how rugged and dangerous the road to the peak of martial arts is, he can be willing to do it. But what if this body is already standing on a cliff and there is no road ahead?

To this day, Master Tang Zhong showed him the existence of True Qi, as if a door had been pushed open in front of his eyes, and behind the door was a vast and boundless new world that hid countless alluring landscapes. Let him be fascinated by it, and he can't wait to devote himself to it in the next second.

It is difficult for others to imagine how ecstatic he was in his heart, for fear that what he saw in front of him was just a dream.

This night, Cheng Kun fell asleep very late, and he rarely dreamed. In the dream, he dreamed that he cultivated the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending...... All kinds of peerless learning, killing all directions, and a crystal trace also flowed from the corner of his mouth......