"I don't know what you have experienced in the past. Sometimes you have to be more open-minded. I am making a knife, not a pair of scissors. Why are you anxious?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the little fat man and replied calmly, without stopping the movement of his hands.
"Are you saying that I am a narrow-minded person? I secretly brought you in to learn casting skills. If my uncle finds out, he will kill me!"
The little fat man tore off a piece of barbecue and put it into his mouth: "I said, do you want to take a bite before continuing?"
Li Xiuyuan ignored him, but calculated the materials in his hand and thought about what he just said. If there are a lot of materials, you can make a small pair of scissors for the master first, after all, that thing is too simple.
"You can eat it yourself. I have to melt the ingredients together. If it is left to cool for a while, I will have to work again." Li Xiuyuan ignored him and continued what he was doing.
"Do you really think you can make a BMW? You should wait until my uncle comes back and I will ask him to help you secretly. At most, I will tell the dean that you made it yourself."
The little fat man didn't believe that Li Xiuyuan could forge this knife even to death. If he could become a master forger by just reading the Seven Heavens Book, then the elders of the Weapon Refining Pavilion wouldn't have to practice hard all their lives.
Li Xiuyuan looked away, looked at him and asked curiously: "When will your old man return to the academy?"
The little fat man thought that Li Xiuyuan had given up. He shook his head proudly, stared into his eyes, and said, "Come back with us students?"
Li Xiuyuan asked thoughtfully: "Why don't you go home?"
The little fat man burst out laughing when he heard this, waving his big little hand and saying, "I came late, aren't you tired after this trip? Just have my sister at home."
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan realized that this guy was really lazy, so lazy that he would rather stay in the academy than go home.
After thinking for a while, he said, "What are you practicing in the academy? Practicing under that elder."
The little fat man looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "I like to use swords, so of course I am in the sword pavilion, but that old guy Feng Buping refuses to accept me as his disciple. I haven't seriously become a disciple yet."
Li Xiuyuan asked in surprise: "Does he think you are fat?"
After the little fat man thought for a moment, he said solemnly: "Bullshit, he is seeking revenge for personal reasons. He said that my old uncle refused to accept a junior from his family back then. This old guy is not a good person."
Li Xiuyuan always felt that there was some age-old pain hidden in the little fat man's words, but thinking about the indifferent eyes he received when he first came to the academy, he couldn't help but sympathize with the guy in front of him.
At this moment, the little fat man's eyes suddenly lit up and he pointed at the fire and said, "Look at your material that has melted."
Li Xiuyuan looked up and couldn't help but feel happy. The first step of casting was finally completed. As long as several different materials were fused together, the next step was to slowly forge it.
Using water milling skills, hammer a piece of iron blank into the shape of a long knife, and then...
"It seems that you can start forging knives without my old uncle coming back. If you actually learned the skill of forging before I did, wouldn't the dean lose to your teacher? Should I inform you?"
While chewing on the barbecue, the little fat man said with a smile.
Li Xiuyuan ignored him, but put down the handle of the bellows, stood up and looked at the pool of molten iron carefully. He saw a strange dark red color in the black, giving him a feeling of déjà vu.
Did I ever learn casting before? Or was I a casting master in my previous life? Otherwise, I would just memorize these casting techniques by reading them in a book.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan's heart was already shaking, but he couldn't show it on his face at all. He had already shown something incredible and strange in the academy, and he couldn't make them suspicious anymore.
Can anyone believe that a young man who couldn't be more than eleven years old just hid in the weapon refining pavilion and read the books for seven days before starting to forge long knives.
Gently stirring the dark red molten iron, Li Xiuyuan looked at the little fat man and asked, "I will start forging knife embryos from tomorrow on. This is boring and annoying. Are you sure you want to keep watching?" ?”
The little fat man glanced at him, squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's okay, I will go down the mountain to buy more meat and come back, and I will keep you company while grilling meat."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he was speechless.
After stopping the stirring in his hand, Li Xiuyuan came over and sat across from the little fat man. He stretched out his hand and tore a piece of barbecue. After thinking about it, he took a jar of wine bought from the bottom of the mountain, poured two glasses, and took a sip himself.
The little fat man glanced at him, picked it up and took a sip. He looked at him for a while and shouted: "Why do you know how to buy wine from this mountain? Don't you have good wine?"
The little fat man has been thinking about the medicinal wine brewed by Li Xiuyuan.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head with a smile and took a sip himself: "You don't have time, drinking is a waste. Why are you in a hurry? I promised you that I will never leave you!"
After hearing his explanation, the little fat man smiled with satisfaction: "Then take a sip first, and tell me next time you want to make wine. I'll cover all the expenses."
Li Xiuyuan thought about it and realized that he had nothing to do with this guy in the academy. Who let him know his secret?
"As long as you control your mouth and don't talk nonsense, I will tell you when the time comes!" After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan did not refuse him.
"Don't worry, I won't even tell my uncle about you. At most, I'll tell you that you stayed here for seven days to read the collection of books, and that you're just a bookworm. I won't betray you.
Just now I was thinking about how to make this guy shut up, but he didn't expect this guy to come up to me. Li Xiuyuan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Just pretend you didn't see what happened to me. I will naturally share the benefits with you in the future. "
When the little fat man heard this, he couldn't help but feel happy and patted his chest: "Don't worry, I won't even say that I will kill you!"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and said softly: "I just want to practice with peace of mind in the academy and will not get involved in anything in the academy. Just remember this and say yes!"
The little fat man was stunned and blurted out: "Can't you still work as a handyman after you break through to the Nascent Soul Realm?"
Li Xiuyuan lowered his head, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile, "No way? I heard from the teacher that the academy does not regulate the realm of handymen. I am used to the life in front of me and don't want to be disturbed by others."
"It's just that if you become a formal disciple, you can receive ten spirit stones every month. Don't you need spirit stones for your practice?" The little fat man looked at Li Xiuyuan in disbelief, Nascent Soul's handyman, who would believe it if he told it?
"No need, I just want to practice quietly!" Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said seriously.
The little fat man trembled, looked at him and asked, "Would you like me to give you a few pieces? I still have some?"
"I don't use spiritual skills for my practice, you can keep it for yourself!" Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled.
The little fat man was startled, looked at him and said with a strange smile: "You monster!"
...
He did not rush to start, but left the weapon refining pavilion and returned directly to the master's bamboo house.
"I see that you are in high spirits. It seems that today went well. Can we start casting?"
The Master looked at him and said with a smile.
"Thanks to the teacher's blessing, the disciple has successfully melted several materials and condensed them into a knife embryo. He plans to start forging it tomorrow."
Li Xiuyuan replied respectfully.
The master was startled, looked at him and asked, "So fast? Did the little fat man go with you today?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded and said: "My disciple told him that he should not talk too much about my matter. He is still counting on the medicinal wine given to him in the spring, so he should not tell this matter."
Waving his hand, the master poured him a cup of hot tea, looked at Wei Qing beside him and said with a smile: "Did you see that you are chopping firewood in the kitchen and practicing? The sword you want is already being forged by senior brother. It won't take more than half a year. !”
"Disciple, please remember!" Wei Qing kowtowed to the master, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile, "Senior brother, you are so awesome."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the master and asked: "When will Wei Qing be able to break through to the golden elixir? Next autumn?"
The master thought for a while, looked at the two of them and replied: "Maybe, maybe not long after you made that knife, he was almost ready."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but look at Wei Qing and laugh: "When you break through the golden elixir, you will be an official disciple of the academy, and the dean will personally accept you as a disciple, so do your best!"
The master couldn't help but trembled when he heard this and glared at him: "Whether Wei Qing can become the dean's disciple depends on whether you can cast the sword within four months."
"Four months?" Li Xiuyuan looked at the heat on the stove and murmured to himself: "Maybe, it won't take that long?"
...
In the winter morning, the entire academy was still asleep.
Arriving at the Refining Pavilion, Li Xiuyuan made a pot of tea for himself while lighting a fire.
Looking at the gradually burning fire, he smiled faintly, took off his gown, dragged out the box containing the ore, picked up a few pieces and stuffed them into the fire.
In the red furnace, a blue flame rose, and the temperature in the hall instantly increased.
Taking out the knife embryo that was fused yesterday, he also stuffed it into the stove. Pulling the small bench behind him, Li Xiuyuan began to turn on the bellows and increase the intensity of the fire.
"If you want to learn casting, you must first learn to refine fire." It seems that what the book says makes sense, Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself.
The little fat man did not get up early today. He said that after getting up, he would go down the mountain to the town to buy meat. It was estimated that he would not be able to return to the academy until the afternoon because the wind and snow were so heavy that even with horses, he could not walk fast.
"I wonder if I can start forging today as the book says? I hope everything goes well."
Shaking his head, he muttered to himself.
Looking at the gradually red-hot knife embryo, Li Xiuyuan stood up, grabbed the hammer and iron tongs from the ground, took out the knife embryo and placed it on the casting table. He picked up the iron and started hammering it.
This is my first time making a knife, and it is still a bit lacking for me after repeated attempts.
It takes ten or a hundred times of effort to hone it. When the knife is formed, it can be hammered slowly.
He had to complete the casting of Wei Qing and the long sword within three months.
Just like what the Master said, it is enough to learn the skill of casting. It cannot become the goal you pursue. You have to spend more time on cultivation.
The saint forges the sword with the help of spiritual fire, the heaven and earth are the furnace, and all things are embryos. According to the little fat man's opinion, these ores have already exceeded the temperature of the earth fire, so no more effort and time will be spent.
clang clang clang clang clang......
Sitting around the rising fire, Li Xiuyuan was sweating profusely.
The red-hot blade, sparks flying under the heavy blow of the hammer...
The thoughts in my heart, the hammer in my hand, and the impact point of the blow are all integrated.
When the fire cooled down a bit, Li Xiuyuan threw a few more ores into the furnace and pulled the bellows in his hand to keep the fire at an extremely high temperature.
Li Xiuyuan kept burning the fire, tempering the sword embryo, and hammering the sword body at the same speed, from early morning to noon, tirelessly.
Wei Qing brought him food. Seeing his busy posture, he didn't dare to disturb him. He just put down the food and turned around and left the Weapon Refining Pavilion. He had to go out to practice with the master.
Li Xiuyuan didn't feel anything about the simple and boring repetition and the crazy rhythm, and was completely immersed in the practice.
The power of the physical body is transferred through the muscles of the arm to the hammer, and it falls again and again...
He felt that every time he hammered down, he felt like an arm moving his fingers, especially since this was a memory that was originally a muscle in his body. He didn't even need to think about how to land each hammer.
What surprised him was that the little fat man did not appear in the Weapon Refining Pavilion today. The little guy seemed unwilling to watch Li Xiuyuan knocking and would rather hide in the room alone.
Li Xiuyuan was forging swords and practicing, day and night.
