"What a pity..." Kun Jun shook his head in disappointment: "In the past, it would have taken an hour for you to know that your hand was broken."

Shi Lan had a dark face: "Brother! If it's so sharp, shouldn't I just cut off my finger?"

"And what you did when you threw it just now! It's very dangerous! You'll stab me to death!"

Kun Jun just pretended to be stupid: "Go and wash your hands quickly. It will be difficult to deal with the wound infection."

"..."

Although he wanted to continue to complain, it was still important to wash his hands first. Shi Lan found a water tank and washed his hands in it.

But the more he washed, the more something seemed wrong.

"Why are these hands so black?"

Shi Lan looked at his black hands with questions on his head.

Kunjun said helplessly: "That's for quenching...it's been there for several years...I should have told you earlier..."

Good guy, control me until death?

Shi Lan stared at Kunjun for a long time and suddenly said: "Is there a secret passage from your secret room that leads directly to Shengtang? So you can send me away directly?"

Kunjun: "..."

Shi Lan went crazy: "So what is the use of this rusty sword?"

"Actually, I can't repair your broken sword, but I'm somewhat sure of repairing this rusty Dragon's Roar in the Box..."

With that said, Kunjun opened the stove, threw some fuel into it, and then pulled the bellows, and the small secret room suddenly became hot and dry.

"Look, first remove the rust, then forge the edge, then quench...and repeat this. Isn't it repaired?"

"I still remember that you are extremely powerful, so this hammer is yours to hold." Kunjun wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt more and more that he was regressing. Just pulling the bellows a few times felt difficult.

"Huh... my arms are so sore..."

"I come!"

After washing his hands, Shi Lan simply bandaged his fingers, took over Kunjun's position, and pulled them with one hand.

Kun Jun sighed, it is true that people cannot generalize...

"It's quite easy..." Shi Lan looked relaxed and at ease. "Look, I can pull it with just two fingers..."

"Oh... it's amazing!" Kun Jun praised perfunctorily.

"Ah! One stick is fine too!"

Kunjun: "..."

"Hey Kunjun, look, I can pull it easily with my little finger!"

Kunjun picked up the pickaxe: "Just wait, I will dig a road directly to Shengtang..."

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After a long time, Shi Lan burned the stove vigorously, and Kunjun also rubbed off the rust on the dragon's chant in the box.

"Next, it's time to get back to work..." Kun Jun hesitated.

Of course, the furnace is not a complete recasting, but the sword body is heated and softened in order to reforge the sword edge. In this process, precise control of the heat and control of the force during forging the edge are very important.

In the past, it would have been too easy to rebuild the sword's edge, but now... I might not even be able to swing the hammer a few times...

This is the sword left by our ancestors... If it is destroyed in your own hands...

Shi Lan suddenly asked: "Is this sword... very important?"

"Huh..." Kun Jun nodded heavily and rubbed the spine of the sword with his fingertips.

"For the Forging family, the best way to remember your elders is to see if you can read anything from their elders' works...

The ancients did not see the moon today, but the moon used to shine on the ancients.

The moon is also like a sword.

The same forging, the same techniques, as if traveling through time and space. Did my ancestors at that time use the same way to forge?

The sword cannot speak, and it is not an empty object with an iron shell... The blacksmith will inject emotions into it, it is a carrier that carries memories and skills... Repairing the dragon's chant in the box is also a dialogue with the ancestors..."

Shi Lan didn't quite understand the concept of whether the sword was dead or alive, but when he saw Kun Jun's eyes, he knew that he was very lost now, as if he was commemorating something...

"I feel...I'm getting excited..." Kunjun's eyes suddenly shone.

Shi Lan coughed twice immediately.

Don’t slap me in the face so quickly, okay?

Kun Jun grabbed Shi Lan's shoulders with both hands, his eyes ignited with fire: "Come on! Brother Shi Lan! I represent the Kun family, you represent the Yun family, no! You are the Shi family now! Liyue's emerging swordsmith! I

I will fully teach you the family skills of our guild! Let us recast the dragon's roar in the box! Let this dust-covered sword reappear in the world!"

"I said...can you throw the sword into the furnace first?"

Shi Lan looked at the dragon roar in the box lying around his neck and didn't dare to move.

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"Dang!" "Dang!"

The sound of metal tapping came from the small secret room.

Shi Lan and Kun Jun both wore earplugs to prevent their eardrums from being shocked in a small space.

Now Shi Lan is holding the hammer.

He took off his shirt, and sweat flowed through his distinct muscle lines. The muscles on his arms bulged from swinging the sledgehammer, and the water stains flowing through him shone in the firelight.

Kun Jun kept reminding on the side: "The bottom of the hammer cannot touch the spine of the sword. It must be at a slight incline with the blade. The strength cannot exceed 30% of what the sword body can withstand! The edge of the previous hammer drop point must be in line with the next one.

The bottom lines of the hammer are 100% coincident, and no trace of area can be missed..."

Shi Lan gritted his teeth and strictly followed Kun Jun's instructions without making any mistakes. He quickly completed a front.

"Turn over! Turn over quickly!"

The sword turned over and Shi Lan swung the hammer again.

Kunjun went from being on tenterhooks at the beginning to being unbelievable and then completely crazy!

“Oh my god oh my god FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”

"Shi Lan, you must be a genius! Is this really your first time touching a hammer? Damn, I may not be as good as you after five years of training!"

Kun Jun spoke incoherently, looking at Shi Lan as if he had discovered some rare treasure: "You deserve the best guidance! The best training! You should be hung on a sledgehammer in Kunjia Square for those self-righteous forging geniuses to see.

Let’s see what a genius is!”

"!"

A harsh sound made the room instantly quiet.

Kun Jun's expression froze on his face, and his hands hung motionless in the air.

Shi Lan put down the hammer in embarrassment and stood aside with a red face: "What the hell... the sword head is deformed after being hit..."

Kun Jun's current mood is like a basin of water poured on a strong fire...

The two of them were stunned for a long time. Kun Jun suddenly came to his senses and quickly said: "It's okay, it's okay...it will transform when it's transformed, and it can be knocked back after a few hits. You first..."

"That's right, you told me earlier, it scared me to death."

Shi Lan patted his heart, and in Kun Jun's horrified eyes, he raised the hammer again and swung it down...

"Wait a minute...!"

However, before Kunjun finished speaking, Shi Lan had already dropped the hammer...

Just listen to a click.

Shi Lan put down the hammer again.

"Then...it just broke off this time..."

Kun Jun's eyes darkened and he almost fell into the stove...

"It needs to be burned first!!!"

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The two of them squatted together and fell into silence as they watched the dragon roar in the box with the broken sword tip.

After a long time, Kunjun raised his head, revealing a face covered in black and gray: "Do you still have Fulong bark?"

Shi Lan also had a dark face and shook his head blankly: "No, I've already given you the scraps..."

"It's just that little. After doping it, it's barely enough...but after filling it up..."

After saying that, Kun Jun hugged his head and shouted: "You broke the tip of the sword again!!"

Shi Lan was at a loss: "What should we do?"

"Well………"
To be continued...