The sword is the king of hundreds of soldiers, and the sword is the commander of hundreds of soldiers.
With the magical power of swordsmanship, Qin Yuelou is naturally closer to the sword.
Naturally, there are also blacksmith shops and weapon shops in Golden Scale City. Although most blacksmith shops are used to make kitchen knives and agricultural tools, etc., blacksmithing does not distinguish between tools, so the blacksmith can also make weapons.
Therefore, a blacksmith is a blacksmith, a swordsmith is a swordsmith, and a swordsmith is a swordsmith. They are essentially the same.
But the focus is different.
The check-in task this time was to forge swords and forge knives, but Qin Yuelou didn't know how to forge swords and forge knives at all. There was systematic knowledge in the system that he could learn from, and he also purchased some relevant knowledge to see for himself.
However, just because he didn't want to practice fake tricks, Qin Yuelou found a blacksmith shop in the downtown area of Jinlin City. The so-called blacksmith shop was really just a shop.
It's a shabby house. It's pretty good. At least it's not a thatched house. This shabby house only has three walls left. There's a big stove in the middle of the house.
The stove was burning red, and you could feel a heat wave coming even as you approached it. If it were winter, there would be many people approaching, but now summer is not completely over, and it is still hot during the day.
There was a bellows set up next to the railway. The slightly thinner apprentice's hands and arms were bulging with muscles, and he was sweating and pulling the bellows. As the bellows was pulled, pulled and pushed, the air flow generated was blown away by the small amount of air.
The apprentice was sent into the furnace, and the flames in the furnace were jumping up. The younger apprentices with thinner bodies continued to add large pieces of black coal into the furnace.
A seemingly naive young man stared intently at the old blacksmith hammering iron, wiping the sweat flowing from his eyes from time to time.
A broad-shouldered, round-waisted man who looked a little older, with muscles all over his body, was forging bare-chested. He held a small hammer in his right hand and iron pliers in his left hand. As the hammer struck in an extremely rhythmic manner, the hammer hit the red little head.
There was a clanking sound on the iron block, and the iron filings that had cooled down and turned gray after being struck by the hammer splashed. The square iron block also became slender under the methodical pounding of the hammer.
"This is how nails should be driven. The nails you drive are too thick and short, and they won't be able to be used as coffin nails. Did you know that?" The old blacksmith pointed out patiently.
Qin Yuelou's stop to watch finally attracted the old blacksmith's attention.
"What does this young master want to do?" the old blacksmith asked Qin Yuelou with a pleasant look.
"...Well, I want to make a sword." Qin Yuelou said, stroking a leaf in his hand.
"Then you have to wait a moment, but why don't you go to the weapons store to buy it?" The old blacksmith picked up the teapot, took a sip, and wiped the sweat on his body with a towel.
The old blacksmith was puzzled. He knew at a glance that this young man came from a wealthy family. He was either rich or noble. Why would he come to his small place to buy a sword?
Could it be that I have read too many novels and want to make a sword and go out for a while?
The old blacksmith thought to himself and laughed in his heart. Even if young people are motivated, he doesn't hate them.
"What I mean is, I want to borrow your blacksmith shop to make a sword." Qin Yuelou alienated the leaf and turned it into a gold leaf, which he handed to the old blacksmith. "I want to borrow this golden leaf from your blacksmith shop."
Once the tools and materials are used, it shouldn’t be a loss, right?”
The old blacksmith was stunned for a moment, but he still took the piece of gold leaf and looked at it carefully.
The veins are distinct and clear, and it is indeed a gold leaf worthy of the name, but it is indeed gold, but the purity cannot be seen by yourself.
"Young Master, what are you..." The old blacksmith searched for the ink in his stomach and didn't know what words to use for a moment.
Qin Yuelou took over the conversation very considerately.
"I want to give it a try as a hobby. It won't be a bad idea to rent a piece of gold leaf to you for the time being." Qin Yuelou smiled and walked to the blacksmith shop.
He was not afraid of the rolling heat wave, and he didn't even break a sweat.
The big and small blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop looked at each other. The old blacksmith touched the gold leaf and gave up his position. Even the job of pulling the bellows was handed over to the naive young man.
Whatever you have trouble with, don’t have trouble with money.
Disciples like me must eat meat, otherwise we won’t have the energy to strike iron.
Although Qin Yuelou has eaten pork, he has never seen a pig run away. Although he has some basic theoretical knowledge, he is not very familiar with it. However, he has the potential of two monkeys in the world, and his level of intelligence is naturally far beyond that of others.
After combining his knowledge of forging iron swords with practical application, he picked up a piece of ordinary iron with iron tongs and put it into the furnace.
If you carefully understand the critical point between temperature and iron ore, even the six ears will be opened.
Listen with six ears, put aside the noise in your heart, and concentrate on listening to the sound between iron and fire.
The reaction between the flame and the iron block went from being jerky at first, to the subsequent heat invading the iron core, until the iron block was completely heated, all of which could be heard by six ears.
Taking out the iron block, the old blacksmith's eyes were filled with surprise.
He is talented as a blacksmith, and his temperament is calm and dedicated. He has been immersed in blacksmithing for many years and naturally developed a feel for it. He can also feel when the molten material is best to use, and this feeling
The timing was similar to the timing when Qin Yuelou clamped out the iron block, but it might be more accurate than his own feeling.
Clamping out the red-hot iron block and placing it on the anvil, Qin Yuelou began to rapidly and violently beat the iron block with a small hammer.
The speed left some afterimages, and the old blacksmith's eyes widened again.
This young man looked thin, but he didn't expect to have the strength of his arms. The iron block was easily shaped into the shape of a sword, but limited by the size of the iron block, the sword was only the length of his arm, two strokes thick, thin and
Long, beginning to take on the shape of a sword.
Qin Yuelou looked at the sword embryo and then stretched the sword into the pool. The red-hot sword embryo evaporated the water, making a rapid sound of "chichichichi" and bursts of water vapor.
Then Qin Yuelou listened carefully and then took out the sword embryo, and then put the sword embryo into the stove.
This is quenching, which can improve the hardness, wear resistance and fatigue strength of the surface, while the core still has high toughness.
If it is too hard, it will be easy to break, because if it is too hard, it will be brittle, and if it is too brittle, it will be broken by blunt objects or strong force. Therefore, unless the material of a sword is excellent, it must be tough.
And the sword should not be too soft. If it is too soft, the edge of the sword will not have much sharpness, will become dull if it is not wear-resistant, and will be destroyed if it exceeds metal fatigue.
Although it is ordinary iron, the skill and craftsmanship of blacksmithing can also turn ordinary iron into a good sword.
Although the first sword he forged with his own hands was made of ordinary iron, Qin Yuelou would devote everything he could to forging this ordinary iron into a good sword.
The reason why a sword made of iron is an ordinary sword is because of the limitations of the material. What about the material? It is the craftsmanship.
A sword forged with great effort will also possess spirituality, because the blacksmith hammered his own spirituality into the sword bit by bit during the casting process.
Qin Yuelou quietly blew a breath of spiritual energy, injecting his own spirituality into the sword, and listened with six ears.
A faint but gradually strengthening sound was heard among the jingling bells.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
"Pain, pain, pain..."
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, but a sword must be beaten before it comes out.
Qin Yuelou turned a deaf ear and just muttered to himself, as if talking to his sword.
"You, if you want to be distinguished in front of others, you have to suffer behind the scenes." Qin Yuelou said, and whispered at the end.
"You're not a trainee who got a small cut on your finger and was surrounded by people shouting to send you to the hospital. Bear with it."
Through alienation, the magazine in the iron tool was transformed into other materials, and the iron became a red-hot alloy.
Depending on the mix of different proportions, the alloy produced will also have many special properties, such as superconductors, semiconductors, etc. Various properties such as hardness and wear resistance will also vary depending on the material.
Qin Yuelou also has knowledge about man-made alloys in his mind. By using this knowledge to alienate and present swords, he can also obtain the material requirements for free through clever tricks.
This man-made alloy also used alienation to add some demon bones that he had studied, and also added some cells that were alienated from the understanding of Hu Shan's Aowei Bao, and even cells from the earth-burrowing demon insects.
In the previous life, there was a legend that the general Mo Xie used his body to forge a sword. In the previous life, some people wanted to explain it through scientific theories. One of them said that the carbon element was added to the iron due to the carbonization of the human body, which made the sword have other materials.
This changes the properties of the ironware.
But in this kind of world, using one's own body to forge a sword would probably bring more benefits. Even if one does not use one's own body to forge a sword, there would still be someone who sacrifices one's body for the sword.
Back then, Prince Longyang of the ancient Jiang Kingdom did not allow his sister Long Kui to sacrifice her body to the sword, but Nightshade still jumped into the sea of fire, sacrificed the magic sword, and became the soul of the magic sword. She even had to sacrifice the sword a second time...
Qin Yuelou felt heartbroken when he saw it.
So Qin Yuelou won't do this, and he doesn't have to do this. He has more alternatives that can be used to forge swords and forge knives through alienation.
Therefore, although it is only ordinary iron, the material has been raised by Qin Yuelou to the limit that he can currently raise.
Later, Yun used the technique of sword transformation to infuse mana into it, but he consciously created extremely fine veins in the sword.
It is not a complete imitation of the meridians of the human body, but simply imitates the six meridians of the hand to be dredged in the sword, and then connects them into a closed loop, artificially and deliberately creating circulatory meridians.
It’s just a whimsical thought from a spiritual pass. People have meridians, so why can’t they have swords?
"Then let's call this sword pulse." Qin Yuelou thought and continued to beat.
The so-called hard work was quickly completed under Qin Yuelou's physique. This sword also changed from complaining at the beginning to the yin and yang that it is now.
"You don't even have the strength to make a sword? Are you talking about a swordsmith?"
"That's it? It's really funny."
Qin Yuelou guessed that it was because of his own spirituality that the sword had a spirituality that it shouldn't have.
Maybe this is the sword spirit that was beaten out by me. Fortunately, only I can hear the strange energy of this sword.
As soon as his mind moved, Qin Yuelou felt that it was almost completed, so he clamped the sword from the anvil. In order to save the effort of finding the hilt, he made an integrated sword.
It sounds nice to say it, but in fact he just hammered out a sword hilt that was not so beautiful, and there was no sword grid for the hand guard.
Before the sword had completely cooled down, Qin Yuelou used magic power to leave two words on both sides of the sword near the hilt of the sword.
"An?" The old blacksmith knew how to read and said out in a daze, "Ancestor?"
Qin Yuelou corrected himself.
"It's Zu An."
Feeling it was inappropriate, Qin Yuelou added.
"It means the ancestors who died under the sword rest in peace, so it is called Zu'an."