The dilapidated house is surrounded by deserted people. In the room, there are only a few stone troughs, iron blocks placed randomly on the ground, and straw beds made of straw.
The boy who looks about 17 or 18 years old is the owner of this house.
The young man skillfully picked up an iron block from the ground, placed it on the stone slab, and struck the iron block with a hammer weighing more than 20 kilograms in his right hand.
Bah~bah~bah~
There was an ear-piercing banging sound, and in just one hour, the iron blocks were already being hammered into the shape of the sword. Anyone with forging experience would be surprised if they saw this, because the fastest sword molding speed in history was three hours.
It took fourteen minutes, but the boy only spent an hour to complete the sword model. It is not said that it has ever been done before, but it is certainly unprecedented.
But the young man seemed to be accustomed to it and was not proud of it. He put the sword in the stone trough and burned it in the stove with an expressionless face, and then took out the sword.
When he placed the sword on the stone slab again, the young man's black moon eyes showed seriousness, and he held a hammer in his hand and knocked on the sword mold.
Training is the proof of every blacksmith's strength. Even a being as strong as a young man would not dare to say that he can train a piece of iron ore without any impurities.
The young man who was trapped in the forging had an aura that would be better than mine. It seemed like an ordinary beating, but it contained a profound mystery.
Three seconds, there is only three seconds between each tap and the next tap, and the position of each tap is exactly at the same position, without the slightest deviation, and it is not until it is tapped nine times that it changes to another position.
There was no pause in the entire movement, but it was still vaguely obvious from the sweat dripping from the young man's forehead that the young man was not relaxed at this time.
It didn't take long. Half an hour later, the beating sound had ended. At this time, the sword model had a completely new look. It had no appearance at all. The snow-white sword blade, a ray of sunlight falling outside the window coincidentally shone on the sword blade, and then refracted.
When he reached the corner, the sword blade reflected the young man's face.
[Mirror in Sword], this is a symbol of a sharp weapon, which means that the impurities in the iron ore have been eliminated to more than 95%, so it is as sharp as a mirror. Ordinary iron ore can be used to create an iron-cutting mirror.
A sharp weapon made of clay, this young man's forging skills have reached the level of a grand master, only one step away from the legendary spiritual forging.
The young man looked at the snow-white sharp weapon, shook his head helplessly, threw it on the ground casually, turned around and left the house.
It's not that I'm dissatisfied, it's just that no matter how strong my forging skills are, in this age of weapons, swords are destined to be in decline.
The boy was originally a descendant of Lu Ban. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Lu Ban had some insights when he was old and created the first spiritual weapon at that time [non-attack]. Then before his death, he handed the [non-attack] to Mozi.
In order to commemorate his friend, Zi made [Fei Gong] a family treasure.
Then [Fei Gong] appeared in the world during the Qin Dynasty when a hundred schools of thought contended, and shocked the world with its shocking power. After the storm of the Hundred Schools of Thought contended, [Fei Gong] was lost. Some sinister people in later generations took the Lu family's idea into account.
Afterwards, the Lu family was exterminated, and only a few people escaped. The remaining few changed their surnames to Lu in order to protect themselves.
As time goes by, each generation of the Lu family becomes worse than the last, and even the livelihood of the young generation has become a problem. However, fortunately, the forging skills have not been lost. The young man's surname is Lu and his given name is Tianming. He is considered the last generation of the Lu family.
Unfortunately, with the reform of the times, knives have gradually been reduced to collectibles.
No matter how powerful the sword is, how can it defeat a pistol or a cannon?
Lu Tianming was unwilling to give in. As a blacksmith, he insisted on his belief and wanted to create a stunning magic weapon, [Spiritual Weapon]
Lu Tianming walked out of the house and looked at the full moon in the sky, and gradually fell into memories. When he was ten years old...
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"Son, it's really hard on you. Dad can't be by your side in the future. You have to take good care of yourself."
"Dad, don't go, I can't live without you," the little boy cried and begged.
The man on the hospital bed touched the little boy's head with a kind face, but he concealed the weakness on his face. "I forged in the early years. I didn't expect that due to excessive forging, I left hidden diseases in my body. It's beyond my expectation that I can survive until now."
, the only thing I can’t let go of is you.”
"Dad, it's okay, I will live well, and I will definitely create a spiritual weapon." The little boy seemed to know that the matter was irreversible, and said with a smile. Although tears were still flowing, all he could do was to let himself
The father left peacefully.
"Son, don't force it. The only thing dad hopes is that you live well. Dad will die without regrets down there."
I don't know whether it was because of his son's success or because of his reflection, but his sickly complexion actually recovered a little.
"Remember, live well, maybe the forging...is doomed to decline. My only regret in this life...is...that I can't see...the spiritual weapon being born."
As soon as the man finished speaking, he closed his eyes with a hint of unwillingness on his face. Seeing this, the little boy pushed the man in disbelief.
"dad……"
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The young man looked at the full moon in the sky. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. As his parents have died and he has no relatives, he feels lonely and speechless.
"Dad... I forgive my son for being unfilial and unable to continue the Lu family lineage, but... I will definitely create a spiritual weapon." Lu Tianming said with a firm face, turned around and walked into the house.
The reason why Lu Tianming chose to live in the mountains was because he had no financial resources. In order to find enough iron ore to improve his forging skills, Lu Tianming found a mountain in the wild that contained rich iron ore veins.
Although it is rich in iron ore, after eight years of training by the young man, there is not much iron ore left in the entire mountain. Years of forging in the mountains have also achieved Lu Tianming's rock-solid will and the great master's will.
Skill
Opening the door, Lu Tianming ran to the grass bed and dug out a box. He opened the box and took out various stones.
The ores left behind by his father before his death were all rare and top-quality ores in the world. Not only did his father work hard to find them, but his grandfather, great-grandfather, ancestors and others spent a lot of time to gather them together.
Yes, it was not until this generation that the materials that could be used to forge spiritual weapons were collected.
It can be said that Lu Tianming's forging this time carries the family's last wish. If it fails, Lu Tianming will not be able to face his father in Jiuquan.
Today, Lu Tianming finally plans to start forging spiritual weapons, not because his forging has reached its peak, but because like his father, he has a faint sign that his body is not able to hold on anymore.
Although Lu Tianming reached Grand Master before the age of twenty, he paid a heavy price, but the young man has no regrets.
Lu Tianming looked at the stones on the ground, and without thinking, he took out a few stones and threw them into the stove. In the past few years, Lu Tianming has been planning how to improve the success rate of creating spiritual weapons. He has long come up with the most perfect plan. At this time
There was no hesitation in implementing it.
It is indeed a rare and high-quality ore, and it took a whole day just to melt it.
Looking at the melted molten iron, Lu Tianming placed the mold on the stone slab with a solemn expression and poured the molten iron into the mold. In a short time, the molten iron had melted into the sword mold.
In order to become a spiritual weapon, you must first complete five steps: mineralization, condensation, fire refining, training, and consecration.
Previously, Lu Tianming's main purpose was just to practice his training skills. He naturally chose to keep it simple for the sword model and directly beat the iron ore. However, even if Lu Tianming wanted to simplify, he still had to have the ability to beat the best ore. Condensation is very important to the blacksmith.
The requirements are not high, as long as there is a mold and there are no mistakes in the steps, basically there will be no problems, but then it is time to really test the skills.
For fire refining, the sword mold is inserted into the furnace and heated continuously using a blow box. However, this fire refining is very skillful. The fire refining softens the sword mold and can be knocked to change its shape. It also has the effect of eliminating impurities to a certain extent.
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The highest level of exercise can only eliminate 97% of the impurities, but it cannot eliminate all impurities, because some impurities cannot be eliminated by beating.
The remaining three percent was tested on the skills of fire refining. The process of fire refining was not long. Soon, the sword body was already red. Lu Tianming's eyes were full of solemnity. He quickly removed the sword from the sword.
He pulled it out of the stove, and without waiting for the sword body to cool down, he quickly picked up the hammer on the side and started pounding it.
The blade of the sword was still over a hundred degrees high, and it kept burning Lu Tianming's hand. After beating it several times, Lu Tianming's hand became red and swollen, and blood slowly came out of the red and swollen bag, but Lu Tianming's face did not change.
Changes, staring intently at the sword model and hammering away.
Bah~bah~
As the sound disappeared and the beating process finally ended, Lu Tianming's dark face showed a rare expression of excitement as he inserted the sword into the stone trough.
He randomly picked up a sword from the ground and cut his own aorta without any hesitation, as decisively as if it was not his own hand.
Scarlet blood gushed out from the main artery like a fountain and flowed into the stone trough. Soon, the sword mold was stained with Lu Tianming's blood, and the snow-white blade reflected the red light strangely.
Consecration is a step that can only be done when forging a spiritual weapon. As the name suggests, it turns on the spiritual light for the sword and bestows it with a spiritual surname. However, Lu Tianming did not have ancient spiritual objects and could not consecrate it at all, which is why there were no spiritual weapons later.
But Lu Tianming thought of a way, [drinking blood to consecrate light], human beings are the most spiritual creatures in nature, and their blood also has some spirituality, so in theory, [drinking blood to consecrate light] can be established
of.
Seeing the faintly glowing red sword model, Lu Tianming's heart slowly dropped. The situation in front of him was similar to the consecration of the spiritual weapon recorded in the book. It seemed to be a success.
Ten minutes have passed...
These ten minutes are no less than a century for Lu Tianming. Lu Tianming's face turned a little pale. In the past eight years, the young man has been eating wild vegetables from the mountains. His nutrition is simply not up to par, and his blood is slightly weaker than ordinary people.
After being bled for ten minutes, even Lu Tianming's rock-hard will was a bit too much.
Feeling that his will was gradually blurring, Lu Tianming roared unwillingly, but it could not change his body's gradual weakness.
"I am considered a great master, but I have fallen to this level. Maybe one day my body will be discovered, and people will think that I committed suicide by cutting my wrists."
Lu Tianming thought feebly, and then his vision became increasingly blurry. Lu Tianming finally couldn't control his body and fell to the ground, but because his right hand did not stop the bleeding, he still kept it.
Ten minutes after Lu Tianming fell, the sword suddenly flashed with red light, and the terrifying sword power flew directly to the roof. Without the shelter of the roof, the red light suddenly shined brightly, and the light actually spread to the sky, competing with the moon.
The power of the spiritual weapon shocked the world and was so terrifying.
It's a pity that Lu Tianming was already a cold corpse at this time and did not see this scene.
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Although I already knew that no one would give me a ticket, I still shouted, give me a ticket -_-||