The academy's forging workshop is divided into three areas. The largest workshop can build a giant sailing ship of fifty feet without being crowded.
The workshop where Li Ang and others take classes is to the south of Chuiyun Lake, near the back mountain.
Since the saint was coming to supervise the school, this place was specially cleaned last night - hammers, axes, saws, all kinds of materials were neatly stacked on the shelves, the surface of the iron and steelmaking furnace was smooth, and there were no wood or metal scraps on the ground.
Siye Cui Yixian, who presided over the swordsmanship class, gave a brief lecture. The content was roughly that the students were required to use the materials and tools in the workshop to forge swords within two and a half hours. Those who performed well would receive credits.
Although the teacher had told the freshmen not to be nervous before, when the Emperor and Empress Yu, the important officials of the imperial court, and Dr. Siye (the mountain chief was away for business) all sat under the pavilion and watched, not many students could really not be nervous.
"Risheng, what should we do?"
Yang Yu asked in a lowered voice.
"Well..."
Li Ang looked around. With limited time, the students quickly formed teams and divided tasks - either designing drawings, getting materials from the shelves, or hurriedly opening the forging furnace.
"Don't worry, let me look through this book."
Li Ang sat on the stool calmly and took out a bound book called "The Secret of Gold" from his arms.
This is one of the basic textbooks of Neo-Confucianism and Swordsmanship. It talks about the experiences of former Sui and Yuchu swordsmiths. After long-term exploration, some swordsmen believe that good flying swords do not necessarily use the same metal material.
Mixing a variety of metals or embedding special materials in the sword body will help the flow of spiritual energy.
This book talks about how to add different materials to various locations on the sword body during the forging process to achieve the optimal efficiency of spiritual energy circulation.
"Hiss... Risheng, do you want to make a sword according to the drawings in "The Secret Book of Gold"?"
Yang Yu said in shock: "But the content above requires the use of the Golden Chamber Forge? Only monks in the Xunyun Realm can actually operate it."
The Golden Chamber Forge is the square iron box that Cheng Juxiu carries with him that can smelt steel. Only when you reach the Xunyun realm can you have enough spiritual power to use it.
"I didn't want to make a sword according to the sword manual."
Li Ang said without raising his head: "Anyway, according to Cui Yixian's requirements, as long as we make a flying sword that can fly high, fly for a long time, and has excellent maneuverability, right?"
"Um."
Li Wei nodded and whispered: "As the sun rises, General Yunhui is also sitting behind His Majesty. My father is his old subordinate, and he also wrote the recommendation letter for me to enter the Academy. This time..."
"I know, I know, I won't let them think that you are wasting food and resources in the academy."
Li Ang closed the book, jumped off the stool, and said with a casual smile: "Want to earn more credits?"
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Under the pavilion, Zuo Pushe Pei Su, the Minister of Yu State, was discussing the developments of the Southern Zhou Dynasty in a low voice with Emperor Yu and his colleagues.
The emperor of the Southern Zhou Dynasty was old and frail. Some time ago, he lost his white hair to his black hair. The prince died. In grief and pain, he fell ill and lay on his bed, unable to handle the affairs of the court.
The princes of the Southern Zhou Dynasty had different ideas and colluded with cronies, which caused turmoil in the court. Even the border troops stationed on the border heard that they had not received military pay for some time.
The generals of the Yu State under the pavilion, listening to Emperor Yu's brisk tone, were all eager to challenge him.
Pei Su listened to the conversation of his colleagues, maintaining a calm smile on his face, but there was no emotion in his eyes - as Shangshu Zuopushe, he naturally knew the news about Jun Qianzi.
War won't come so soon.
Even if the Yu State was at its peak and the situation in the Southern Zhou Dynasty was turbulent,
But until the true identity and purpose of the high-level Talisman Master of Zhuxiao Realm is known, no troops from the Yu Kingdom will invade the Southern Zhou territory.
One sword has served as the master of millions. This is the power of a monk.
A strange color flashed in Pei Su's eyes, and he glanced at the forging workshop from the corner of his eye - the tall and handsome Pei Jing was commanding the team members to smelt metal and forge swords in a cool and easy manner.
He looked high-spirited and confident, not at all dejected as he had failed to get the top prize some time ago.
Pei Su sighed silently. His son was good at everything, smart, studious, and polite, but he was too arrogant at heart.
She had already told him that she wanted to get along well with her classmates. Pei Jing agreed on the surface, but in fact she still refused to talk to Li Ang and He Fanshuang.
He is determined to study hard and take back his pride.
Still needs some hammering.
Pei Su shook his head imperceptibly. Pei Jing was born to be a superior. The most important qualification for a superior is not to be smarter than anyone else or to know more than anyone else.
It’s about knowing and employing people...
when!
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground interrupted Pei Su's thoughts.
In the workshop, Yang Yu and Li Wei were seen carrying a pile of long pieces of wood from the ground, smiling awkwardly but politely, and passed between the confused classmates.
"Risheng, the light wood you want."
Yang Yu and Li Wei put the wood on the table and whispered: "What to do next?"
"Next, you two take a saw and cut the wood into thin boards and thin strips."
Li Ang picked up a drawing filled with explanatory text from the table, "According to this size."
"this..."
Yang Yu took the drawing and took a look at it, wondering: "These wooden strips are so thin, like toothpicks, what's the use?
Even if you make a peach wood sword, you should use a whole piece of wood? "
"You don't have to worry about this,"
Li Ang smiled and said: "I'm going to find some strong fish maw glue and fur."
"fur?"
Yang Yu and Li Wei were even more confused, but it was too late to question at this time. The other groups had entered the stage of forging and hammering sword molds.
The two looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. Out of trust in Li Ang, they picked up the saw and started cutting.
"Fish bladder glue, fish bladder glue..."
Li Ang walked between the groups as if taking a leisurely stroll, stood in front of the shelves and looked carefully, selecting the materials he needed.
Precious metal materials such as fine gold and orichalcum are on the shelves opposite the workshop.
Li Ang resisted the urge to look over there, released his spiritual power to suppress Mo Si who was about to move, returned to the original position with steady steps, and placed the materials on the table.
Yang Yu and Li Wei's hands-on motivation was not bad. They cooperated with each other and quickly cut out relatively regular thin boards and thin wooden strips.
Li Ang cut a part of the wood board into an arc shape, cut out the mortise and tenon structure, and gave it to Yang Yu and Li Wei to smooth the wood thorns on the surface of the wood with fur.
After polishing, return it to Li Ang and ask him to assemble the thin wooden strips together.
The whole process is cumbersome and delicate,
Yang Yu looked at the classmates around him. They had already forged sword shapes, quenched and cooled them.
Some have even begun to sense the sword soul (the core metal responsible for channeling spiritual energy in the sword) and control the flying sword to slowly float.
Finally, Yang Yu couldn't help but ask, "Risheng, when will we forge the sword soul?"
"anytime is fine."
Li Ang raised his head and said, "Brother Li, please bring two of the finest fine gold wires from the shelf over there."
Li Wei took two slender fine gold threads and tied them to both ends of the wooden frame according to Li Ang's instructions.
Then, Li Wei and Yang Yu looked at Li Ang, took out the silk cloth, sprayed it with water, and covered the surface of the frame.
Yang Yu looked at the strange wooden sword model that had finally taken shape and said in shock, "Risheng, what on earth is this?"
"This is the flying sword we want to show."
Li Ang was calm and composed, and silently added in his heart, "Or, in other words, a model aircraft."
(One more chapter)
