A mouthful of phlegm seemed to be stuck in Tiehan's throat and he couldn't spit it out.
Uncomfortable!
Wenren Qianyi said coldly: "Apologise."
Tiehan was silent.
I just called Lin Ming a country bumpkin, and then I was taught a lesson by Lin Ming.
Now he actually wants to apologize to Lin Lin.
He really doesn't want to do it!
However, when he looked up and saw Wen Ren Qianyi's majestic face, cold sweat broke out on Tie Han's forehead.
As long as he still wanted to follow Wenren Qianyi, he had to endure it.
Gritting his teeth, Tiehan lowered his head and said, "I was wrong. Please be magnanimous, sir."
Lin Ming hummed indifferently, then ignored Tie Han.
"Senior, when do we start?"
Wenren Qianyi didn't pursue it further and pointed to the inner hall, "Right now."
After saying this, he led Lin Ming and Lu Xueye inside.
"Go change your clothes and clean up the mess you made before noon."
Tiehan: (´இPanஇ｀)
"Yes!" I had to say this despite the extremely uncomfortable situation.
Because no one knows better than him what level of caster Wenren Qianyi is.
He followed Wen Ren Qianyi for three years and only learned a superficial knowledge of the art of forging, but even this superficial knowledge surpassed many so-called soul weapon blacksmiths.
But he is not willing to stop at this, he wants to truly enter the house.
He wanted to learn Wenren Qianyi's craftsmanship, and then return to Tianyuan Prefecture to become famous.
At this time, Lu Xueye's voice floated softly, "Old guy, do you have a small hammer suitable for me to use? I can't lift such a big hammer, so how can I learn to cast from you?"
Tiehan: (๑ʘ̅дʘ̅๑)!!!
He thought his ears had heard wrongly, so he took out his earwax and listened again.
However, Wenren Qianyi snorted coldly, and an invisible energy enveloped the inner hall.
Tiehan couldn't hear any movement.
He was helpless and could only change his clothes and start cleaning outside.
At this time, Lin Ming walked out and walked back carrying a hammer.
Tiehan's sharp eyes saw that the hammer Lin Ming was holding was for a novice, "What are you doing with the hammer?"
Lin Ming ignored it and continued walking inside.
Tie Han dodged and stopped in front of Lin Ming, "Hey, I want to ask you something."
Lin Ming raised the hammer in his hand, "Can't you read?"
After saying this, Lin Ming stumbled over.
Tiehan's voice rose eighty degrees, "Are you learning casting from the shopkeeper?"
Lin Ming spread his hands and nodded, "Yes, what's the fuss about."
In Lin Ming's opinion, this was a normal and trivial matter, but in Tie Han's mind, it turned upside down.
Subverting his common sense!
"No, it's impossible. The shopkeeper can't teach you." Tie Han staggered two steps.
Lin Ming was puzzled: "Is this difficult? I'm here to learn breathing techniques and learn blacksmithing by the way."
"Forging? You only think of casting as blacksmithing? You, you are simply insulting the sacred forger!" Tie Han's face was ashen, as if he would spurt blood and fall to the ground in the next second.
Lin Ming didn't like this person to begin with, so of course he wanted to make him even more angry.
"Forging iron has a good body. Forging iron is just forging iron. Why bother talking about casting? As expected, you and senior Wenren are not from the same group. Senior likes to call it blacksmithing."
Tie Han shook his head and deceived himself: "No, I don't believe it. You lied to me. A rich man like you doesn't seem to be able to learn the art of casting. You just came to the shopkeeper to customize the soul weapon, right?" , yes, you are angry with me on purpose."
"Haha, do I need to be angry with you?" Lin Ming walked to the door and lifted the curtain.
Tie Han saw many metal ingots placed inside.
No less than a few thousand!
This posture is the basic training of the art of forging - Hundred Refinements.
There is an old saying among casters:
"Stubborn iron is forged a hundred times, and it becomes black steel."
Black steel refers to all common materials used to forge soul weapons.
Stubborn iron is the lowest and most common metal. However, after being repeatedly struck with a hammer until a hundred times forged, stubborn iron will turn into black steel.
Tie Han stared at this scene blankly, and he understood in his heart.
Lin Ming didn't lie.
Wenren Qianyi really wanted to teach Lin Ming the art of casting. Not only that, but the words he thought he had heard wrong before also echoed in his mind.
Can that alien spiritual beast also learn casting? !
Tie Han coughed violently, as if he had been hit hard, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His mentality collapsed and he said hysterically: "Unfair! Wenren Qianyi, you are unfair!"
"I came from Tianyuan Prefecture and followed you for three years. I never had a day off, just to ask you to teach me the art of casting, but you said no."
"Okay, I just thought that the time had not come yet, but it has been three years, after so long, you suddenly accepted someone else as your disciple..."
Lin Ming raised his finger and said, "Stop it. Senior and I treat each other as friends, not as masters and disciples."
The little guy jumped up to Lin Ming's shoulder, nodded and said in agreement: "Not a master and a disciple, but a friend. The old guy is Brother Ming's friend, and also my friend."
Tie Han clenched his fists tightly, and the thick veins on his forearms bulged, and he said word by word: "Why?"
Wenren Qianyi turned his head and looked at Tie Han, "Three years ago, you came to the blacksmith shop and said you wanted to be my apprentice. I refused. You said you wanted to stay as a boy."
"I agree. In the past three years, you have learned a lot. It has already been enough for you to eat and drink enough. Even if you return to Tianyuan State, you will have enough food and clothing to live without worries. Isn't this enough?"
"Not enough, far from enough," Tie Han pointed at Lin Ming, "If you don't have him, that's fine, but why don't you accept a disciple and teach him the casting method?"
At this time, Lin Ming interrupted: "Correction, I am not mainly here to learn blacksmithing, but to learn breathing techniques."
Breathwork? !
Tiehan's pupils suddenly narrowed, like the eyes of a needle.
"You, what are you saying, you want to learn breathing techniques from the shopkeeper?"
Before Lin Ming could speak, the little guy said matter-of-factly: "Yes, Brother Ming is here to learn the breathing method. The old guy just wants to teach him about blacksmithing, so he just makes do with it."
Tie Han suddenly felt deeply traumatized inside.
Completely breaking the defense!
His throat surged and blood came out of the corner of his mouth.
Staring at Wen Ren Qianyi, Tie Han was breathing heavily, as if a volcano was about to erupt at any moment.
"I came all the way from Tianyuan Prefecture. I come from the Tie family, the foundry family in Tianyuan Prefecture, but you look down on me and want to teach him instead?"
Wenren Qianyi took a step forward and stood in front of Tie Han.
"I have an old relationship with the Tie family, so you have the opportunity to learn something from me."
"However, little friend Lin Ming is different. I invited him here on my own initiative. Only he can inherit my legacy."
Tie Huan's face twitched wildly, and he turned his head inch by inch, staring at Lin Ming with eyes as sharp as bells, "Why?"
"Your talent is completely different from that of little friend Lin Ming." Wenren Qianyi said.
Tie Han suddenly slapped his chest, "Impossible, there is no way I can lose to my peers in the art of casting!"
Lin Ming: ┐(´∇｀)┌
"Are you not convinced?" Lin Ming asked deliberately.
"Of course I'm not convinced!" Tie Han shouted loudly.
Lin Ming said lightly: "Then just hold it in."
The little guy knew that Lin Ming was helping him to vent his anger, so he happily repeated: "Keep it in, hold it in."
A double blow, no, a heavy blow, made Tie Han almost lose his mind.
At this time, Wenren Qianyi slapped him on the shoulder.
Tiehan couldn't move.
"Okay, I've been delayed for a long time, let's get straight to the point."
Wenren Qianyi turned around and walked back to the piles of metal ingots. He picked up a metal ingot and threw it to Lin Ming.
"The breathing method is in the process of blacksmithing. If Lin Ming really wants to learn it, let's start."
Hearing this, Lin Ming frowned slightly.
He didn't know any skills in blacksmithing or casting. Wenren Qianyi didn't say anything and asked him to pick up a hammer and hit the metal ingot.
There seemed to be something wrong with this, but he didn't show any pretense. He walked forward directly, picked up the hammer and hit the metal ingot.
Once, twice, three times...
Wenren Qianyi's eyes flashed with surprise. She thought Lin Ming would ask, but he didn't.
The surprise in his eyes became more intense.
At this time, Tie Han, who was standing nearby and unable to move, felt much better.
What Wenren Qianyi said to Lin Ming was what he said to him three years ago.
However, he could not understand the breathing method for three years. After repeated inquiries, he only got four words from Wenren Qianyi: "Insufficient talent."
He was so excited just now, but now that he saw Lin Ming being deceived, he suddenly felt a little relieved.
It turns out that the old guy treats everyone like this.
He thought that he was from the Tie family and was familiar with the Hundred Forging Methods, but he could not understand the breathing method, and he did not pass on those unique casting techniques to people who had heard thousands of things.
Three years of hard work, to no avail!
At this time, Tie Han saw that Lin Ming was just like him.
An ending that made him secretly happy.
Next to him, the little guy was holding a mini hammer improvised by Wenren Qianyi.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" It swung it a few times, then immediately put it down and ran back, handing back the mini hammer.
"I don't want to play anymore. It's so hot over there. I can't stand it. I can smell my own hair burning."
Wenren Qianyi glanced sideways at the little guy and shook his head helplessly.
As an ancient alien species, he naturally has mystical water, and he is afraid of ordinary fire. He is obviously tired!
"Forget it, you're not that good. I'll give you the mini hammer for you to play with." Wenren Qianyi shook his head and glanced at Lin Ming.
Having this one person is enough.
Just like that, seven days passed by in a flash. Lin Ming worked tirelessly for seven days and seven nights.
During this period, he only slept for two hours a day and spent the rest of the time blacksmithing.
His blacksmithing posture changed little by little, from jerky to skillful, and his breathing changed from chaotic at the beginning to rhythmic and controlled.
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in, breathe in...
The beating continued, and he didn't realize that what he was holding was the last metal ingot.
He just focused on pounding.
Time after time, with no distractions and consistent concentration.
When the last hammer fell, Lin Ming's breathing was completely different.
The breathing rhythm has a special rhythm and contains some indescribable magic!
