Lu Ming's forging skills come from this set of secret books: "Zhu Yongzi, Zeng Congzi, Ganjiang Moye, Ou Yezi, Longquan Sword..."
The memories in Lu Ming's mind turned over page by page like a slide show, refusing to let go of any flaw. When thinking of Ou Yezi, Lu Ming sincerely admired him and sighed. He was able to cultivate
Ou Yezi is the only one who has a legendary successor like Mo Xie.
However, after Lu Ming obtained Ou Yezi's forging secrets, he did not throw away the secrets of other ancient masters. Instead, he treated them all equally, and every secret was thoroughly studied.
In Lu Ming's view, every forging secret book has its own strengths, and only by combining the strengths of hundreds of schools can one create a peerless sword.
Wow...
Lu Ming threw the thirty kilograms of large iron ingots directly on the almost transparent blue fire, and then said lightly: "Pull three times with each breath."
Ouyang Luo nodded slightly again, the veins on his arms swelled, and the light blue flames blown by the strong wind instantly illuminated the entire backyard.
Uncle Sha frowned. He was able to pull the bellows at such a frequency and persisted. The entire Lu family had taken the lead, and now he was the only one who could do it. I didn't expect that this little guy who was playing around with the young master was really capable.
The other guys also temporarily put down their work and slowly gathered around. No matter how the young master played around, the guy pulling the bellows looked like he was not an ordinary person. He was probably a real swordsman! And he could make a swordsman.
Turn on the bellows, the young master is really good at ruining the family and ruining the family!
Whoosh! In the entire backyard, for a while, only the iron stove was making a fierce burning sound. In the dusk, it reflected everyone's face. But the guy who had just approached had to take the initiative to avoid the high temperature, but his eyes were glazed over.
Lu Ming was suspicious and refused to leave, because this good-for-nothing young man actually stood in front of the iron stove without moving at all.
Suddenly, the guys saw that Lu Ming's eyes were fixed, as if he was observing the color change of the iron ingot. He picked up a pair of iron pliers in his left hand, picked up the iron ingot and threw it on the iron felt, and then there was a 'boom'
There was a muffled sound, and iron particles suddenly flew everywhere!
Uncle Sha, who was holding the tea cup steadily, was startled. He almost stood up on the chair and blinked his eyes several times in order to see more clearly. This good-for-nothing young master of his own could actually swing his right hand with one hand.
A twenty-kilogram hammer? It still hit the iron ingot steadily?
Uncle Sha couldn't turn that corner for a moment, and this big hammer head has always been mine. Even Jin Peng, my apprentice who has been with me for ten years, can't do this hammer with one hand so steadily.
Ah! How is this possible for this loser?
Seeing Uncle Sha's doubtful look, the bald and muscular Jin Peng also pursed his lips. He was really shocked by his young master's amazing blow, but he snorted coldly in his heart, "Look at his sickly look, next time
One hammer blow will definitely hit the target!"
Jin Peng also secretly worked hard, even hoping that the young master would be unable to lift it with the next strike! Even if the young master is a swordsman, he is only a swordsman. How can he be compared to his ten-year apprenticeship?
exercise?
Boom, boom, boom!
The constant muffled sound of the hammer hitting the red-hot iron ingot brought Uncle Sha's mind back. He saw Lu Ming's right hand turning like a windmill, almost rounding the hammer, and kept smashing it down.
…
"There is something like a blacksmith." Uncle Sha blinked blankly. However, if he can also become a blacksmith, then the world will definitely be crazy. Uncle Sha took a moist sip of tea, you know what you want
How much hard work does it take to become a blacksmith? How many years of practice does a good blacksmith need to go through? Can he become a blacksmith just by smashing a few hammers on a whim? What a waste!
"It's just that if he smashes it like this, what can be forged is just an iron plate, right?!" Seeing Lu Mingzhen smash the iron ingot directly into an iron plate, Uncle Sha snorted, this useless piece of wood is really just a piece of iron!
It will be a waste and a waste of money!
"Fifty strikes." Jin Peng felt weak and whispered into the ear of his master, Uncle Sha.
"Fifty..." Uncle Sha was surprised.
"Uncle Sha, your tea cup!" a waiter said in surprise.
Only then did Uncle Sha realize that the tea bowl in his hand had tilted, the tea had already drained out, and a large area of his crotch was wet, but he hadn't noticed it yet. He quickly cleaned it up, and Uncle Sha laughed disdainfully again, thinking: "
Looking at his pale face, should the sledgehammer fly out or hit his feet in the next minute?"
Jin Peng gritted his teeth and felt a little feverish on his face. Even if he was swinging a hammer with both hands, this was his limit!
Lu Ming didn't pay attention to the looks of others. He just flattened the iron ingot with a hammer. When the temperature was low, he threw it on the iron stove to burn. After flattening it, he rolled it up like a spring pancake and smashed it again, and the cycle started again.
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Ouyang Luo pulled the bellows with all his strength. At this moment, he was also confused. Is this upstart trying to practice his strength in this way? Huh? Why is his breathing like this? It's like it's synchronized with the pulling speed of the bellows in his hand.
.This...Ouyang Luo's thoughts started to spin.
Boom! Lu Ming threw the sledgehammer aside, replaced it with a smaller ten-pound hammer, and continued to hammer.
"What... what are you doing? He has smashed most of the iron ingots! However, looking at him sweating profusely and looking so pale, he will definitely not be able to hold on when he smashes the star steel randomly.
If you can save a piece of star steel, it’s not too much of a waste.”
Uncle Sha frowned. He had changed the tea leaves a few times, but the young master still didn't stop. He kept smashing the iron ingots. Could it be that he wanted to vent his grievances about what happened to the Lu family today?
Lost? But no matter how aggrieved it is, as long as you don’t waste your family anymore, isn’t it still a waste of money?
"It's over, it's over, Star Steel and Hematite have also been thrown into the oven. This is the real prodigal!" Uncle Sha felt a chill in his heart. The corners of the other guys' mouths were also twitching.
"Master, this guy has been smashing for an hour, and he hasn't stopped."
Jin Peng rubbed his bald head and whispered, not thinking about anything in his mind. He looked at the prodigal son who was sweating profusely and his clothes were already soaked. He was dried by the fire and then soaked with sweat again. His face was already pale.
Now there is no blood at all, it is like a piece of white paper. It seems that I will definitely not have the strength to smash it again next time, but I keep smashing it. What kind of energy is this?
Uncle Sha was completely speechless at this time. This good-for-nothing was actually able to hit it now, so he is not too bad. If he stayed with me for twenty years, he might actually become a better blacksmith.
The sweat on Lu Ming's forehead fell on the iron embryo that was mixed with the three materials, making a "chi" sound. The hammer in his hand had been replaced by a three-pound hammer, which kept hitting the ground with a ding-ding-ding sound.
The true energy in the body has been flowing rapidly, otherwise, with a body like his own, how could he still have the strength to forge?
Forging! The first thing to pay attention to is forging! Forging! It’s nothing more than the appearance.
If the impurities in the iron ingots and other materials cannot be forged to the maximum extent, even if the sword is finally made, its quality will be in vain, and it cannot be called a good word at all.
Tsk!
Lu Ming threw the long sword embryo into the sandbox next to him. He watched the high-temperature sword embryo melt the various minerals contained in the sandbox and emitted light blue smoke before picking up the sword embryo.
, exercise again.
"This is..." Uncle Sha stood up abruptly. Seeing the sword embryo shrinking rapidly in Lu Ming's hands, his pupils, originally full of disdain, shrank for the first time, "This is actually forging! Real forging! Although
It’s just a level of forging, but it’s something that only a real blacksmith can do!”
Uncle Sha really didn't know how to describe what he saw in his eyes. He felt that it was very unreal. It was simply ridiculous!
Jin Peng, who has been with me for ten years, once had the best achievement of making a perfect sword after seven days of forging. This prodigal actually only took less than two hours? This is ridiculous!
Moreover, when I was an apprentice, it took me a month to create a second-forged sword, and I made the master drink for three days. When I was drunk, I only said one sentence, "I finally have a successor!"
"You know, the first and second forgings are completely sublimated in terms of quality!" Uncle Sha shook his head speechlessly: "The best I can do now is to make a good sword from the fifth forging, which is second to none in Tiandu City. But I started from the eighth forging.
A 20-year-old apprentice, he has been a blacksmith for thirty years!"
Tsk!
Seeing Lu Ming burying the sword embryo in the sandbox again, Uncle Sha jumped up in fright. The forged sword embryo was buried in the sandbox again and quenched. Various rare minerals would be attached to the outside again, and it would have to be forged again.
Okay, otherwise this sword embryo will be useless, but is the second forging so easy? This prodigal is really a waste of money! I wanted to run over and grab the sword embryo, but the sound of hammer striking iron again stopped Uncle Sha.
His eyes couldn't help but open wide again: "Another forge... It's actually the second forge! Oh my god, this loser, no! The prodigal son, no! How could the young master do such a trick?"
Two forgings? My goal is ten forgings! Even a forging master with the highest skills will not be able to become a good sword without countless forgings. Lu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hammer in his hand kept hitting, knocking like a whirlwind.
However, with his current state, he can only forge ten sword embryos at one time.
When I was in the innate realm, the hundred-forged sword that I made made the collectors completely crazy. Unfortunately, they didn't understand the true meaning of the sword. They only looked at the shape and gorgeousness of the sword. Lu Ming was really
I feel like I am playing the piano to a cow.
Secretly shaking his head, Lu Ming was hammering, while controlling the true energy to flow into the sword mark, and then pour it back. It was transmitted through the meridians through the hammer in his hand, and smashed into the sword embryo, and the sword energy contained in it was poured out.
The sword intention is input into the sword, and then withdrawn into the body. This cycle is completed again and again.