On the casting table, Dongfang Xueqin's chest rose and fell violently. With each breath, the outline of the muscles in his upper body was clearly visible. On his wheat-colored skin, large beads of sweat fell down, and then another layer of sweat oozed out. There were fine beads of sweat, and the right hand wielding the blaster seemed to be swollen, and the whole body was trembling.
But she looked up in confusion at the sacred stone that was floating in the air, exuding endless black light. Regardless of the trembling in her right hand, she slowly and difficultly raised her hand and touched the stone that was hanging down. Wisps of black divine light, in a pair of beautiful eyes, tears slipped down quietly mixed with sweat.
"Third sister-in-law..."
Seeing Dongfang Xueqin's appearance, Hu Mingxian called out softly.
"Brother, I found it, saw it, and touched it..."
The plain voice echoed, and Dongfang Xueqin said with a smile: "After seven days of tempering, I finally understood a truth. Forging tools is like casting one's body. Forging tools is also forging one's own body. No matter what, No matter what kind of exquisite casting technique we are looking for, no matter how strong or weak the flame and material we are looking for, or whether the material is pure or not, these are just appearances!
The true way to cast weapons is to treat any material, regardless of whether it is high-grade or not, as one's own body. How one's own body pursues the "Tao" is how to temper the material, that is, how to temper oneself. body.
Just like all the good things in this world, on the long road, there will always be lost, there will always be estrangement, and there will always be slack... The important thing is to be able to look back on the past, let go of everything, walk through it again, and relive all the good things that have been given to you. move.
Time has passed so long that I have forgotten the nagging words in my ear that dead guy. I want to watch him use the most nagging words to annoy me while I am casting. …
It has been so long that I have forgotten the curiosity I felt when I first came into contact with the casting process. At that time, I watched my father temper an irregular piece of material again and again, and finally what appeared in front of me was a perfect artifact. , I will jump up and down with excitement from the bottom of my heart, sighing at this magical change...
Over the past seven days, as I gradually regained the emotion I once felt, every time I struck the blow, the nagging of that dead guy seemed to echo in my ears. I was so angry that I wanted to press him on this anvil. I beat it a lot, but this kind of crazy memory makes me feel joy and happiness from the bottom of my heart.
Smiling, I thought of the scene when I was a child, holding a butterfly that my father forged for me, unable to contain my inner excitement, and begging my father to teach me how to forge...
It wasn't until the last hammer fell that I finally found that rhythm...
The vibrations emitted by the hammer when it hits the material, the aftershocks of the material itself when separated, and the vibrations that are reflected in my hands and transmitted to my body are not single independent rhythms. Only at the moment of casting one's body can these rhythms be blended together. They all have the same rhythm that connects the body to the person, thus entering a state of selflessness, feeding back the instrument and the person, and truly comprehending the art of casting the instrument! "
Seeing Dongfang Xueqin talking eloquently, Hu Mingxian was inexplicably shocked. Although he didn't understand what he heard, he could feel the same!
He recalled that in the fragmented world of the virtual reality, he floated in the cold pool in order to catch the phantom fish. For a moment, he entered a kind of fusion of his own rhythm and the fluctuation of the cold pool water, and touched the connection. The rhythm between oneself and the cold pond water.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to catch so many phantom fish.
At this moment, based on Dongfang Xueqin's own insights, he also recalled the insights he had that year.
Just when Hu Mingxian closed his eyes and thought carefully, Dongfang Xueqin waved his jade hand and once again sent the Zhenxu Divine Stone into the Longkou Heavenly Fire, and then put the largest Dragon Star Stone into it.
The truly flawless Divine Stone of Ruin Suppression, if it were a complete Sky Fire, it would be able to be refined, but at this moment, it is only possible to refine it again with the help of the power of this Divine Fire Realm Dragon Star Stone.
This process also took a full three days, until the Zhenxu Divine Stone was calcined red and shiny again, reaching the critical point. Dongfang Xueqin took it out with a wave of his hand, and then turned his palm into a knife, using his own black flames. For the blade
, after cutting off a third of the Zhenxu Divine Stone, he sent it to Hu Mingxian, and also handed him a precious hammer.
"Little brother, no matter how much I talk, you may not understand it very well, but I believe in your talent. Next, you and I will make a tool together and personally feel the rhythm I am talking about! Remember, this time it will not happen again It is about forging materials, but, through constant tempering, tempering the materials into the shape of the artifact you want to cast, that is, the prototype of the artifact."
"good!"
On the casting platform, the two of them looked at each other, nodded, and both held the hammer high.
clang!
clang!
The next moment, two huge beating sounds echoed throughout the space, and two invisible and substantial sound waves could be seen washing away in all directions.
However, after all, they are two people. Without using spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, it is difficult for their movements to reach a consistent state. At the beginning, the beating sounds of the two people were not to mention one after another, but there was a clear distinction between them.
Dongfang Xueqin did not humor Hu Mingxian. After entering into that kind of rhythm, she kept beating the sacred stone to form a complete set of clothing.
While Hu Mingxian kept beating, he always wanted to catch up with Dongfang Xueqin's rhythm. Although the Zhenxu Divine Stone was beaten bit by bit into a blade that resembled a demon-suppressing long knife, he still couldn't match Dongfang Xueqin's rhythm. The rhythm matches.
Dang...dang...
Dang...dang...dang...
Time passed slowly like this, and the sound of beating objects echoed throughout the space of the Sky Fire Casting Platform. It was obvious that one could distinguish one of them, despite all the changes, but never lost the rhythm, while the other one seemed Somewhat disorganized.
One of the two people who was casting the vessel seemed extremely relaxed and comfortable because he had stepped into that realm. He no longer felt tired. Rather than casting a certain vessel, it was better to say that he was really enjoying it. The process of casting.
But the other person was breathing heavily, his muscles were tense, his whole body was tired, and the place where he stood was soaked with sweat.
It's like an adult walking forward steadily, not in a hurry, not slowly, and breathing evenly. Behind him, a little kid stumbles and tries to catch up, panting and sweating profusely.
At a certain moment, Dongfang Xueqin's sound transmission reminded: "This kind of rhythm is not static, it is ever-changing. The more you try to catch up, you will always be one step behind. As for how to enter this kind of rhythm, how can you get into it?" Or whether you can comprehend your own rhythm is entirely up to you."
clang……
This time, only the sound of Dongfang Xueqin beating the utensils could be heard continuously, but Hu Mingxian next to him held up the hammer high and could not bring it down for a long time.
Looking at the sword embryo that was gradually taking shape in front of him, Hu Mingxian was stunned. Although the sword embryo had been tempered and took shape, he still felt that the sword embryo was extremely ugly...
No, it's not that the sword embryo is ugly, but that the forging process is too ugly, which makes the sword embryo shameful. The hammer in the hand can no longer be hammered. It is just a blasphemy and insult to this peerless divine iron. !
"Hu Mingxian, you really let yourself down..."
At a certain moment, Hu Mingxian despised himself in his heart...
They had just warned Dongfang Yunfeng and Xia Yunhe in the Forest of Flowing Fire not to listen to what he said too much, otherwise it would affect their own perceptions. Now, after listening to Dongfang Xueqin's self-perceptions, he actually fell into Dongfang Xueqin's perceptions.
In this case, how can we catch up with the rhythm of Dongfang Xueqin? Not to mention that there are thousands of changes in this rhythm, but if you chase after it, you will never be qualified to stand side by side with it, and there is no hope of surpassing it!
"Everyone has their own understanding of their own way of cultivation, and the same is true for the art of casting. Others' ways of casting may not be suitable for one's own understanding of the art of casting. The kind of rhythm that Sister-in-law is looking for is also It’s not the kind of rhythm I’m looking for…”
"The way Sister-in-law looks for this kind of rhythm may not be the way I look for this kind of rhythm..."
At this moment, Hu Mingxian did not dare to say that he had understood it clearly, but he could still say that he understood the key point.
"The realm of freedom, open!"
With a whisper, a mysterious artistic conception spread from Hu Mingxian's body. In the blank world, there was only him, only the hammer and the blade.
At this moment, he no longer looked for that kind of rhythm, but opened up the realm of freedom. Since it was elusive, he just let this kind of rhythm take the initiative to find himself in his own world!
"Is this where this kid feels comfortable?"
At this moment, Dongfang Xueqin was immersed in the rhythm, but she could clearly feel the mysterious and mysterious world of artistic conception emanating from Hu Mingxian, and she couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
I was shocked that Hu Mingxian would use such a domineering way to let his kind of rhythm actively cater to him...
"clang!"
"clang!"
No longer thinking about it, when Dongfang Xueqin dropped the hammer, Hu Mingxian also moved. With his raised right hand, he swung the hammer and slammed it down on the blade embryo.
At this moment, the two beating sounds with different rhythms were surprisingly neat, turning into two sound waves that seemed to overlap but were separated by an infinite distance, washing around. The moment they touched the four walls, it seemed like The entire space of the Heavenly Fire Casting Platform vibrated together under the two rhythms.
And this kind of vibration was also transmitted from the four walls to the world outside the wall.
Two doors outdoor
"This is……"
Yan An, who had been waiting outside the door, was suddenly startled by the rhythm and turned around. His whole body was filled with disbelief and tears of joy as he almost pressed against the door, feeling the sounds coming from the door that combined two kinds of sounds. Vibrations of different rhythms.
As a caster, although he could not understand what kind of rhythm this was, he could feel that this vibration had touched his method of casting.
At that moment, not daring to delay at all, Yan An sat cross-legged in front of the door, placed his hands on the door, and began to comprehend carefully.
