"It seems...... It's not a sword!" Yu Zhangmen, who was in the vein of Fang Technique, looked at the few grooves that Anzi had carved in the sand mold, and muttered in a low voice. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the knife deepened, the shape of the sand mold gradually became clear: oval, slightly thin on all sides, and low in the middle—like the bottom of a pot, like a turtle shell.

"It's a shield!"

Someone in the audience suddenly reacted: "What he forged is not a weapon, but a shield!

Someone shouted out, and everyone was surprised: First, people who cultivate immortals are no better than the rivers and lakes and green forests, and few people use shields. There are even fewer people who are good at forging shields. Second, in terms of forging skills, shields are not as good as all kinds of weapons, there is really not much place to study skills, and the fairy road is a test of skills, and there are few things that can be used to show off in the process of forging shields.

Anzi didn't care about the noisy voices in the audience, but carefully carved a few criss-cross diagonal lines in the dug mold.

"If you look at those horizontal lines, they seem to be messy, but they are actually regular. The position and depth of the stripes are very particular. After such a moment, the shield is easier to unload and stronger when it is struck. When Master Yu said this to Qian Yushu, the conversation changed:

However, the set of reinforced twill he painted is not an ancient forging technique. On the contrary, it seems to be a routine forged by soldiers in recent years. ”

Qian Yushu also glanced at An Zi, who was playing with the bellows, and talked to Yu Zhangmen in a low voice: "That's naturally from the soldiers' family." Didn't you just say that he was the one recommended by the Northern Meridian Sect? How about it?' Is Master Yu interested in inviting him into your 'Public Losing Faction'?"

Master Yu nodded: "If you don't look at his cultivation in the 'Bone Refining Period', just look at the forging, but his qualifications are acceptable, and it doesn't hurt to invite him to join my 'Gong Losing Faction'." But I don't know if he is already going to worship under the Meridian Sect of the Northern Regions. ”

Qian Yushu didn't answer, and Master Yu himself began to evaluate again: "The soldiers are still studying their own forging skills, and there are not many of them. It's a pity that a hundred years ago, the Meridian Sect "Sun Bingxing" died young.

At that time, he and I sent the patriarch to compete, and made the four swords of "Tao, Strategy, Power, and Strategy", although he won the game, he died of heart failure. It's a pity that he doesn't have a disciple under his knees to inherit the mantle, otherwise the top-grade forging skills of the soldier family would not have been broken. The Meridian Sect may also be as famous as our 'Gong Loss Faction' and 'Changzhi Fang'.

(Sun Bingxing, the former head of the Meridian Sect.) In the twelfth chapter of the second volume, this person is mentioned, but the full name is not stated. ）

"Isn't there another person in the Meridian Sect who is good at forging now, it seems to be called Han Jun. ”

said that a day ago, after Han Jun sent a few people to Fengjiao Island, he was supposed to rest on Fengjiao Island. But I tossed and turned that night, and I couldn't sleep. Early the next morning, before the Immortal Dao Conference began, he came out and went to the market town at the foot of the mountain.

He hurried slowly, and went to the door of the familiar courtyard again, dusted off his clothes, brushed his neckline and belt, cleared his throat, and then stepped forward and knocked on the door with the lion's head.

"Dangdang!"

After three rings, no one answered.

"Dangdang!"

Three more times, and there was still no sound in the courtyard.

Han Jun was a little anxious and tried to push the door, but the door was unlocked.

"Sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law?"

He pushed open half of the door, called twice, and when no one answered, he pushed the door and entered.

The doors of several side rooms in the courtyard were locked, except for the four doors in the living room, all of which were opened.

Han Jun stepped forward slowly, walking like last time, cautious and gentle. Standing in the courtyard, he saw that the furnishings in the main hall were slightly different from the past: the coffee tables, tables and stools were the same as before, but the fashionable melons and fruits and incense candlesticks enshrined on Sendai were gone.

He stepped up in two steps, only to see a letter pressed under the kettle on the coffee table, with black letters on white and black letters, and no fire paint, and the small characters on it read: "Han Jun personally opened".

The envelope was opened, and there was only one piece of stationery inside:

"When we met yesterday, I have made a decision, and Ling Ling also has her decision. After today, the trivial matters around me are forgotten in the rivers and lakes, alone, and there is no concern between the world. Thank you for taking care of yourself for many years, cherishing yourself, and looking for a good girl. ”

The inscription is: "Luo shirt" respectfully.

Han Jun only looked at it, and didn't even want the letter, so he hurriedly went out of the main hall, looking for it room by room.

One room.

Two ......

All the rooms are the same: the furniture is the same, it is neatly arranged, and even the clothes and softness are still left in the cabinets.

Han Jun sat on the ground against the wall, his eyes were blank, he suddenly reacted and hurriedly ran back to the main hall. I picked up the letter and read it again from beginning to end.

Leng stayed in place for a long time, only to feel that his eyes were swollen, closed his eyes and choked, but in the end he still did not shed a single tear. Just put the letter away and put it close to you.

"Since you said that you don't have any worries, what about Ling Ling?

After speaking, he summoned the sword and soared into the sky from the courtyard.

In the Fengjiao Palace, Anzi's mold has been completed, and the ore in the furnace is almost refined, and a thick layer of impurities floats on the drum molten iron, which is as fluffy as slag.

Anzi stopped the bellows and used pliers to take out all the molten iron: as soon as the bright red molten iron came out of the oven, the iron on the surface layer gradually turned gray, and a thin layer of skin was condensed. Together with this layer of "iron sheet", he used a thunder file to clean up the thick impurities, returned a piece of molten iron to the furnace, heated it to bright red, and quickly clamped it out and poured it into the mold.

The whole set of operations, in a decent manner.

When the molten iron had cooled in the mold and was about to condense into a solid state, he picked up the basically formed mold with pliers, and beat it again and again while his iron plate was still somewhat red.

Seeing that the temperature of the surface gradually decreased, the condensed iron was no longer so easy to shape, and from time to time he put the half-beaten iron billet back into the furnace, heated it slightly and then took it out, and one kept the performance slightly red.

"Eh, I gave up the hammer and replaced it with a fly hammer. This technique...... How do I remember being similar to your 'public losers'. ”

"Definitely. In terms of stereotype, it seems that I am the only one in the world who uses a fly hammer. Could it be that the soldiers are also using it now?"

Master Yu didn't guess correctly: this technique was taught to Anzi by his aunt "Uncle Zhou" when he was in Chang'an, and the purpose was to make the stereotype more accurate. This is better, but it takes longer and requires more control over when to reheat.

(Zhou Tiande, see Chapter 21 of Book III.) ）

"So skilled! This level is not even a disciple who worshiped the disciple last year, but not many of them can reach it. Yu Zhangmen looked at Anzi's hammering skills and couldn't help but admire. Whether it was smelting molten iron or blending Qiyao before, although it required some skills, it didn't reflect proficiency. Only this one, the speed of stereotyping, so that whether the craft is proficient or not is immediately apparent.

Forging is a delicate job, and every point is related to the final success or failure. This step-by-step operation is easy to say, but it is difficult to operate finely.

I saw Anzi take the heated reddish iron billet out of the furnace and throw it into the water tank.

"Poof!"

As soon as the embryonic body entered the water, the surface of the water exploded. The hot water droplets splashed three feet high, and a huge stream of water vapor erupted from the tank, creating a heat wave. The surface of the water grunted twice, and gradually quieted down.

By the time the billet was taken out of the tank, the entire shield had been basically formed - a tortoiseshell round shield.

Anzi took the thunder file, put the almost no burrs around the shield, and gently filed it smooth, checked it on all sides, felt that it was no different, and picked up the shield and put it back in the furnace.

This time, it was only heated to sixty percent red and then taken out, quickly immersed in the water for a moment, and immediately took it out, put the shield on the table, and waited for it to cool down completely.

"Not bad, not bad. The texture on it is uniform, and there is also a light film. It's a good shield. This is the most traditional forging method, although it is unpretentious, but every trace is very well grasped. ”

When Master Yu said this, he didn't know if he had a heart to win, and raised his voice that was originally chatting with Qian Yushu a lot: "This shield, I'm afraid it's not much different from the sword just now!"

Master Yu's voice was not loud or small, which happened to be heard by the newcomers in the audience.

Li Bing was slightly surprised when he heard this, but said that in order to keep the venue from being too embarrassing, the head of the house left a thin face for Anzi. He had seen Anzi forge many times, but he never felt anything new about it. On the contrary, it was Anton Jin's elegant hand of fire spirit seed and water spirit seed just now, which impressed him deeply.

Li Bing felt that it was okay, the audience in the audience was not happy, and the people who watched the excitement would never be a big deal.

"Compare one! Compare one!" Someone in the audience shouted: "Cut it with a sword, see if the sword is sharp, or the shield is strong!"

"Yes!

More and more people shouted, and the sound of the audience rose again. The female head of the Lingjiao Sect supported her head with her hands, and the forging display of more than half an hour was more solid than Anton Jin's just now, and it was too long for her.

Looking at the head of the house, the master of ceremonies took two steps and faced Anton Jin and An Zi: "The newcomers in the audience all want to see the demeanor of the two magic weapons. What do you think is good?"

"I'm okay with that. ”

After listening to Anton Jin, looking at An Zi and nodding, the master of ceremonies pointed to Anton Jin and pointed to the shield placed on the table: "Then please Anton Jin Daoyou, try to split it with a sword." ”

Anton Jin took out the long sword he had just cast, raised it above his head, arranged the center line of alignment, and slashed hard.

"Wow~!"

The blade of the sword flashed with lightning, and the sword body was bounced back, looking at Anton Jin's appearance, it seemed that the tiger's mouth was also numb.

The master of ceremonies saw that both of them were undamaged, and then he felt that what Yu Zhangmen said was true, and Lang Sheng said: "It seems that it is indeed as Yu Zhangmen said, the two are not equal." After saying that, he reached out to take the shield on the ground, wanting to hand it to Anzi and see for himself what was so special about this shield.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he picked it up, before Anzi took it, the shield was lined up in two from the middle, and half of it fell to the ground.

"Wow!" the sound of the iron piece falling to the ground just sounded, and the monstrous discussion in the audience followed.

"Wow!"

"It's cracked! Sure enough, this little man is still bluffing!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and Li Bing looked at this result, and only said that it was reasonable.

The master of ceremonies had to play a round game: "Anton Jindaoyou's skills are superior, and Anqing Fang's fellow Daoyou is not too reckless." The forging skills of the two of them really opened my eyes. May I ask which newcomer in the audience still wants to challenge?"

After all, this was a digression, and the voices in the audience gradually decreased, and finally fell silent.

The master of ceremonies was about to announce the results and was about to start the next game, when suddenly a voice sounded from the hall:

"Someone cheated in the Sendo Conference. The newcomer can't see it, and the heads of the family have to sit idly by?"

Li Bing only felt that this voice was strange, and he couldn't hear where it came from, but this voice was extremely familiar, it was Han Jun!