Hearing Zhang Shiqian's words, Zhou Rui's eyes widened and he asked, "Does Uncle Zhang have any good ideas?"
"It's not a good idea, but since you broke through the mental method when making iron, it means that the practice of this mental method may be related to the forging technique. As long as you concentrate on practicing the forging technique, you might be able to do it in the future.
I can break through this mentality."
A drop of cold sweat broke out on Zhou Rui's head, and he cursed in his heart: "I thought you had some good ideas, but it turns out you don't know anything. You just want me to concentrate on learning forging with you, and you don't want me to be distracted."
Although he thought so in his heart, Zhou Rui still said on the face: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for the tip. Zhou Rui will definitely concentrate on practicing."
"Okay!" Zhang Shiqian looked at Zhou Rui with a smile and said, "I will spare no effort to teach you all the skills of forging. In time, you will definitely accomplish something!"
After successfully completing Zhang Shiqian's first task, Zhang Shiqian gave Zhou Rui a second task.
"Now that you have finished refining these iron ores, in the next few days you will make all of these iron ores into extremely sharp weapons. If one of them is unqualified, I will punish you with ten more!"
Zhou Rui suddenly felt in his heart that Zhang Shiqian was a devil. He had to work for Zhang Shiqian every day like a hard worker, but Zhang Shiqian was beating him with the whip in his hand like a devil.
"Do you want to build them all?"
"Yes! I want them all."
"And it's also a fine iron sword?"
"Zhou Rui, I don't doubt your ability to understand. Now that you understand, let's start."
"..."
"嘡,嘡,嘡"
The sound of forging was constantly coming from the forging room, the bellows kept blowing the flames in the furnace, and the smoke continuously floated out from the chimney on the roof.
Zhou Rui, who was in the room, used his right hand to use the brute force he learned from the gorilla to continuously hit the iron block in his hand. The blue flame emitted by his left hand continued to heat the iron in his hand.
"嘡,嘡,嘡"
Swords are constantly being born in Zhou Rui's hands.
"How about this, Uncle Zhang?"
Zhang Shiqian took a look at the iron sword, smashed the sword into pieces with one palm, and said: "Ten more!"
"嘡,嘡,嘡"
"Uncle Zhang, how about you take another look at this one?"
"Snapped!"
Another palm smashed it, and Zhang Shiqian said angrily: "I have already said that I only want the best sword, and melt all these rubbish away for me!"
Zhang Shiqian's requirements for Zhou Rui were beyond imagination.
When Zhang Shiqian turned around and walked away, Zhou Rui stuck out his tongue and cursed in a low voice: "Devil! It's the old devil!"
In the first seven days, Zhou Rui only built five swords that could be seen by Zhang Shiqian. The remaining forty-seven swords were all shattered by Zhang Shiqian's palm.
Zhou Rui looked at his results and began to complain: "Uncle Zhang, it has been seven days and I have only made five swords that meet the requirements. When will I be able to complete this second task if this continues?"
"What's wrong? Are you feeling tired?" Zhang Shiqian asked seriously.
"No...no, I just feel that progress will be too slow if this continues."
"Hmph!" Zhang Shiqian said angrily: "What do you know? The beginning of forging is the most important time. If you don't have a good foundation, you will never be able to make any progress on the road of forging in this life. If you find it hard, then
Just go back. I don't need people like you here."
Seeing that Zhang Shiqian was angry, Zhou Rui apologized hurriedly and said: "My disciple did not mean to offend me. Please calm down my uncle."
"Hurry up and continue building it!"
Zhou Rui hurriedly ran back to the fire and continued his work.
Zhang Shiqian casually picked up an iron sword made by Zhou Rui, looked at it up and down, and whispered: "This is also for your own good. If every sword you make can be as high-quality as this sword, what else can you do?"
Is there anything that the Sword Spirit cannot create?"
The one-month vacation ended quickly, and everyone returned to the Dongjian Sect one after another.
Only Zhou Rui is still building weapons.
"How's it going?" Zhang Shiqian asked, looking at Zhou Rui who was working by the fire.
"More than fifty swords have been made. The success rate has been significantly higher during this period. Now every ten swords made can produce seven such swords."
Zhang Shiqian nodded and said: "If we follow the general standards, you would be considered qualified as long as you can produce half a sword of this standard. But now I want every sword you make to be as sharp as this sword.
Tough as iron!"
"Yes, disciple understands!"
Success also gave Zhou Rui motivation. Now Zhou Rui can't stop forging at all. He has almost become a forging fanatic.