As soon as Chen Yue saw this posture, he knew that he was determined to keep himself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info He also counted on learning some real skills, how dare he work this old man, quickly took over and carefully looked at the store.

In the middle of the shop is a living room, a tea room to the north, and a study room to the south. Although the degree of application is simple, it is complete. Feng Mo sat down on the main seat of the tearoom, and said with a smile: "Sword casting is a strength job, you can't do it without a good body, your internal cultivation method should be based on refining the body." You can cultivate while striking iron, which is much more cost-effective than others using their strength in vain on the iron lock of the wooden stake. ”

Chen Yue served a pot of hot tea and nodded happily: "The disciple also thinks so, and has decided to learn sword forging from you during the day and practice internal skills at night in the future." ”

"One point, good, good!" Feng Mo laughed, took a sip of the teacup, and then said: "The reason why this sect can give the sword momentum is because of a special exercise. If you can enter the gate of sword forging, the old man will pass on this technique to you. ”

"Thank you very much. Chen Yue clenched his fists slightly, thought for a while and asked, "I don't know what are the similarities and differences between this method of forging a sword and the method of refining talismans and spiritual weapons." ”

"Good question!" Feng Mo's eyes lit up, and he said: "The way of refining weapons, whether it is to give artifact runes or spirit arrays, the essence is to endow artifacts with the rules of heaven and earth...... All things are born by nature, and all things contain the way of heaven, so why do you need to draw snakes to add more. The way of forging a sword is to bring out the Tao in the material. ”

Chen Yue's heart lit up: "Isn't this way of forging a sword coincides with my way of enlightenment? I, Chen Yue, have a full nature, but I am blinded by the miasma, so my qualifications are not obvious, and my ability is not enough." All things are also full of nature, and when you pull out the miasma in them, you can release your own way. The way of forging swords, I see. ”

Feng Mo saw that Chen Yue was eager to try, and he spoke more and more heartily. After some explanation, Chen Yue already had a new understanding of the way of "forging swords".

After Feng Mo finished speaking, Chen Yue hugged his fists and said: "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, anyway, I have nothing to do, and I ask Feng Lao to teach me a difference." ”

"Okay!" Feng Mo was also anxious to know Chen Yue's sword-forging talent, so he took off his outer robe, revealing a thin body covered with scars, and strode into the backyard, Zhengse said: "A qualified swordsmith, from ore smelting to sword forming, every step must be completed by himself. ”

Chen Yue followed up the yard, only to see that he picked a watermelon, chose a piece of dark red ore the size of a teapot, checked it in his hand and said: "This dark iron ore contains about seven catties of dark iron, and you can cast a three-foot Qingfeng, you should be sure to follow the steps." ”

As he spoke, he put the ore into the earthen furnace and shouted, "Come the wind!" and as soon as Zhenyuan spit out, the charcoal in the furnace burned.

Chen Yue saw that there was no one else, so he had to step forward to pull the bellows.

With his current physical strength, pulling the bellows is not effortless at all, and after a few "hoohoos", the charcoal fire will be vigorous, and the smoke will rise.

The dark iron ore was gradually burned red, and Feng Mo's gaze gradually became hot, and an inexplicable momentum rose on his body. The gray hair is like the color of time, which makes people dizzy. The scars all over the body are like a hero's medal, which makes people fascinated. Chen Yue was in awe, and also focused his mind on the ore.

After a while, Feng Mo took out the ore with fire tongs and placed it on the blacksmith's table. He picked up the hammer, and the momentum around him changed again, like a god descending from heaven.

"Bang!" a hammer fell, the sound was like thunder, and sparks flew everywhere. At the same time, Chen Yue sensed a trace of aura flowing into the ore, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at it.

Forging, tempering. Forge again, temper again......

The ore gradually turned into a strip, and at the same time it took off with a fierce momentum. Among them, the grasp of the heat and the use of strength, even if he can spit lotus flowers in his mouth, he may not be able to explain it clearly in a thousand words, but Chen Yue's divine sense can see it clearly.

Night fell quietly, and sparks were still bursting in the courtyard, and the two of them were unconscious......

At dawn, a three-foot green peak had begun to take shape, and the sword qi rushed into the sky. Seeing that a peerless sword was about to be cast, Chen Yue couldn't help but get excited.

Feng Mo pointed at a defect on the blade, and another hammer fell.

"Bang-" The hammer landed on the blade with a clanging sound. The blade of the sword shook, shattered, and dozens of pieces of iron flew away.

Chen Yue was startled and dodged, and Feng Mo let a piece of hot iron pass through his waist, and blood trickled down. He didn't realize it, and his momentum plummeted, and he turned back into the thin old man with gray hair again.

In front of the crimson firelight, he looked at Chen Yue and laughed at himself, "You know......

Chen Yue nodded, shook his head again, thought for a moment and asked, "Is it possible to change to a harder material, such as blood silver ore?" ”

Feng Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe the old man's cultivation is still shallow, and he can only resonate with iron ore." You've seen the process of forging the sword, now it's up to you to try it. ”

Chen Yue nodded, and also chose a piece of black iron ore the size of a teapot and put it into the blacksmith furnace.

Half an hour later, the bacharite was burned to a molten state. He took the ore out and put it on the forge table, and also picked up the blacksmith's hammer.

The size of a hammerhead teacup, it weighs hundreds of pounds. He flicked his hammer and poured his attention into the ore, the composition of the whole ore gradually coming into his mind.

With the help of the "Two Instrument Mirrors", he thought of how to knock out the impurities inside, and at the same time shape the ore into a sword. As soon as the mind moved, the hammer fell.

"Bang bang ......" The hundreds of pounds of hammer were like wood in his hand, and Feng Mo's eyes lit up. But seeing that he was just knocking indiscriminately, he couldn't help but shake his head: "I have a pair of iron-striking bodies, so let him play." He looked at it for a while, then turned away.

Chen Yue dropped the hammer according to the technique deduced in his heart, and constantly revised his technique according to the changes in the ore, and his consciousness gradually immersed in it.

When it was dark, the starry sky was shining. The paper is white, and the pictures and texts are gorgeous...... Chen Yue's idea is very simple, to stimulate the ore Dao rhyme, it is to constantly remove the impurities in the ore until it shows its original appearance. However, this kind of elimination, at the same time, must retain the structure of the ore itself, that is, its "soul", so the ore must not be smelted into molten iron and filtered out.

In Chen Yue's opinion, a large part of the reason why the iron sword cast by Feng Mo broke before was because Feng Mo destroyed the structure of the ore itself, that is, its "soul", during the forging.

Forging, tempering. Forge again, temper again......

In a trance, the sky was bright, and Chen Yue was still striking iron......

In another trance, the sun had set, and night had fallen again. Chen Yue's lips were dry, his eyes were red, and after another hammer fell, he finally let go of the forging hammer.

Looking at a six-inch-long dagger on the table, he shook his head in disappointment. After thinking about it, he took out a gourd from the "Space Ring" and pulled out the plug to splash out a stream of water.

The water is the Dongtian Spirit Spring, poured on the dagger and made a sharp "snort", and bursts of water vapor rose up. Chen Yue poured the rest of the water into his mouth again, but suddenly felt a sharp aura rushing towards him, imminent. He couldn't help but be stunned......

Feng Mo rested for a day and finally regained his spirit and strength. Thinking that Chen Yue might still be in the blacksmith shop, he came to the shop again in a good and seductive manner. As soon as I entered the door, my eyebrows tightened.

"Sword Qi ......" He frowned, and saw Chen Yue sitting on the main seat of the tea room, playing with a six-inch-long swarthy dagger in his hand.

The dagger is integrated, and the surface is glowing red, which is clearly a fine dark iron. At first glance, it looks like a whole piece of dark iron ore is carved. He thought of something and was stunned.

"Elder Feng is here. Chen Yue raised his dagger and said with a smile: "Look at me, do I have a talent for sword casting." ”

"Is this what you fought?" Feng Mo was surprised, took the dagger, and became more and more stunned.

The texture of the dagger is pure and natural, and the blade is extremely bright, but there is not a trace of polishing. What's even more terrifying is that the casting idea of this dagger is exactly the same as his "sword forging skill". If it weren't for the fact that the momentum of this dagger was far inferior to what he had left before, he would have suspected that Chen Yue would also "forge sword skills". But even if he doesn't, he's definitely a top swordsmith.

Chen Yue took a sip of tea, and said with an indifferent smile: "I originally wanted to fight a sword, but I didn't calculate the weight, and in the end, I could only change it to a dagger." ”

Feng Mo reacted and said in shock: "This dagger has a pure texture, and it is definitely a superb mortal weapon. If you ask the talisman master to engrave the talisman, it will be a talisman......"

"Talisman ......" Chen Yue's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Then Lao Feng will take it to deal with, and after making money, I will prepare some materials, and I will follow Feng Lao to learn to forge swords in the future." ”

Only then did Feng Mo determine that the dagger was forged by Chen Yue himself, and his eyes suddenly burned. Chen Yue finished drinking a cup of hot tea, yawned and said, "I haven't eaten for a day, I'm tired and hungry, I'll go back first." When you choose a teacher, you can just report my name. ”

"Okay, good ......" Feng Mo was ecstatic, and he didn't know how to call Chen Yue for a while, so he just nodded again and again.

Chen Yue yawned again and went back directly to the "Yuanlingfang" Zen Temple.

The starry sky is bright, and the street market is tepid, revealing the detachment and tranquility unique to practitioners. Chen Yue closed the courtyard door, took out the "treasure box" and put it in the courtyard, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down when he returned to the house.

When I woke up, it was hazy outside the window, and it was already the next morning. As he lay on his bed, he couldn't help but recall the sword-forging process of yesterday.

In addition to forging, "tempering" is also an important process that affects the spirituality of materials, and Feng Mo's charcoal stove is simply too rough. Thinking like this, he asked, "Master, what kind of furnace and fire do you use to refine qi?" ”

"There is a 'small four-elephant furnace' used in the past here, if you want to learn the refining weapon, the next time you come, this seat will give it to you. The pleasant voice of the "Tangram Fairy" then sounded: "But you have to find the fire yourself, and this seat doesn't have much for you." ”

"Tinder......" Chen Yue was very puzzled.

"There are non-extinguishing spirits in heaven and earth, and the higher the grade of the fire spirit, the more spiritual the smelted materials are. The "Tangram Fairy" smiled and asked again: "How did you track down the news of the 'Millennium Peach'?" ”

Chen Yue thought of his "Ice Spirit", and he understood, and said helplessly: "My identity has been exposed, but they regard me as the 'Immortal Cultivation Realm' stationed in the Great Zhou Capital as a monitoring envoy, what is going on with the monitoring envoy." ”

"There is not one messenger, each faction has its own messenger. The identity of the envoy has always been secret, and generally only the head of the family knows it. The "Qiqiao Fairy" said solemnly: "And once the identity of the supervising disciple is exposed, there is often only one end. ”