Blacksmithing requires not only skills but also patience.
Hong Yuan went into battle shirtless, picked up a sledgehammer and hit the anvil.
The big hammer hits the small point.
When you knock a little bit, one becomes turbid and the other becomes clear, and the sound becomes more regular.
Senior Brother Zhu Wushang squatted in front of the bellows and pushed hard.
Huff and puff, burn the fire very brightly.
The red-hot coals flickered under the force of the wind, as if they were about to turn into water.
There is a large wooden bucket next to the anvil, which contains cold water. Every time the iron is struck several times, the iron must be immersed in water with pliers to cool it down. This is called quenching in jargon.
Forging an iron tool is not an easy task. It takes at least a day and at most half a year.
But with the help of the unique energy of true essence, it often only takes a day and a half.
Bang, bang.
The red copper iron that was difficult to shape was manipulated by Hong Yuan, playing with the edges and corners.
Just when the red copper iron was about to be smashed out of the blade, senior brother Zhu Wushang wanted to remind Hong Yuan.
Because the step of smashing the red copper iron into a sharp edge is very critical, no less critical than the final step of sinking into the water.
The step of taking the lead is enough to distinguish whether a blacksmith is a first-level caster or a second-level caster.
As for what I said before about letting A Yuan complete it independently... Haha, A Yuan is his good junior brother!
"Ayuan..."
Before Zhu Wushang could finish his words, Hong Yuan violently used his true energy to hit the protruding part of the red copper and iron.
There was a dull clang.
The tip of the red copper iron showed a slight edge, and Hong Yuan perfectly achieved the skills of a second-level caster.
"Nothing, you continue."
Zhu Wushang saw Hong Yuan's confused look and quickly asked Hong Yuan to continue working.
But while Hong Yuan continued to work hard, Zhu Wushang picked up a large tea cup on the bench beside him.
Gulu, Gulu.
Zhu Wushang drank water like a cow. He was shocked by Hong Yuan, his younger brother.
Because this step of taking the lead has blocked countless first-level casters.
Even a second-level caster can't hit the target smoothly every time.
"A Yuan, you are even more amazing than I thought~" Zhu Wu said sadly.
He looked at Hong Yuan with eyes filled with relief.
Looking at Hong Yuan, Zhu Wushang felt a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
He lived up to his master's trust and laid a solid foundation for his two junior brothers!
The Jialiu Studio Room is very, very big.
You can feel the heat wave as you walk through the door.
And Hong Yuan was sweating profusely in the coolest area of the Jialiu Workshop. It was like real rain. The sweat on his body was splashing endlessly, and when he hit the red copper iron with a sledgehammer, sparks would appear.
Smooth, so smooth.
Hong Yuan's movements were so smooth that all the blacksmiths in the Jialiu Workshop couldn't help but look at him.
Ordinary stove.
Several formal disciples were whispering while drinking tea to relieve the heat.
"Hong Yuan's progress is too fast, isn't it? It's simply beyond my imagination. In just two months, he has broken through from a first-level caster to a second-level caster?"
"Hey, how else could I be Elder Lin's disciple? This talent is really ridiculously strong."
"If Zhu Gong hadn't been his senior brother and provided him with almost unlimited materials. No matter how talented he was, he wouldn't have been able to progress so fast. He wouldn't have had the chance to become a second-level caster."
"You are wrong. Hong Yuan is Zhu Gong's junior brother, and Zhao Gonghe is also Zhu Gong's junior brother. As far as I know, Zhao Gonghe's level as a foundry master is not as strong as that of A Hong, who came at the same time as him."
People in the venue communicated in low voices, compared Hong Yuan and Zhao Gonghe, and chuckled from time to time.
Zhao Gonghe felt the hidden chuckles and sighs of regret coming from around him, and felt extremely uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but clenched his fists and smiled at himself.
How dare these guys treat him like this normally? Only when Hong Yuan was present would these guys dare to offend him.
Lies won't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.
"A Yuan, A Yuan..."
After a few silent recitations, Zhao Gonghe regained his morale.
Zhao Gonghe glanced at the formal disciples with cold eyes, and they were so shocked that they immediately fell silent and immediately left the tea place and returned to their seats.
There was no more buzzing of flies nearby, and Zhao Gonghe felt a little comfortable.
Zhao Gonghe stared at Hong Yuan with burning eyes, hoping in his heart that Hong Yuan would fail.
But at this moment, Hong Yuan is full of fighting spirit.
Because Hong Yuan understood that what he struck was not only a second-level weapon, but also a primeval stone, and it was a reward from his master!
A first-level caster can normally get more than 100 yuan of stones, but a second-level caster has to get three or four times that amount. At least the monthly salary is 500 yuan of stones, right? Maybe more!
This is not what Hong Yuan is looking forward to the most. He is very eager to know what kind of reward the generous master will give him.
The last time was the Feng Yu Ling with the fifth-level skill, so this time you won’t lose your status even more, right?
Bang bang, bang bang!
Hong Yuan struck the red copper and iron with great momentum.
…
In the afternoon, more than two hours passed.
Hong Yuan spent a lot of effort to create a rough prototype of a second-level horse-killing sword.
It is very rough, and the front opening is also bumpy.
But Zhu Wushang was very happy.
Because the rest of the process only requires water grinding.
In other words, Hong Yuan completely proved to Zhu Wushang that he had truly entered the realm of a second-level caster!
In the first-level caster area, three first-level casters, Lin Qi, Qian San and Wang Dali, looked at Hong Yuan with dull eyes, looking at the red copper iron that was still red.
"Hiss~ Level 2 Saber Saber!?" Lin Qi took a breath of air.
"How could such a person exist? This person is too exaggerated." Qian Sankuang blinked his little eyes, fearing that he might have seen wrongly.
"It would be great if my sister hadn't gotten married yet." Wang Dali stroked his chin and thought.
Zhu Wushang was also amazed by Hong Yuan's talent.
This terrifying talent reminded Zhu Wushang of his senior brother who was equally talented.
The difference is that the senior brother is high-spirited and dares to be the first.
But A Yuan is too cautious, so cautious that it makes people laugh or cry.
Looking at Hong Yuan, Zhu Wushang was lost in the memory of his senior brother.
The senior brother's name is Xie Tianyang. He is the orphan of his master's life and death friend. He has been taken by his side since he was a child. He regards him as his own son and trains him with all his strength.
Whatever the senior brother wants, the master will give it twice as much.
Therefore, the martial arts path of the old senior brother has gone smoothly, and he has even become one of the nine true disciples of Fengxi!
Fengxi Sect is the overlord sect that occupies a state. There are hundreds of true disciples in the sect, and Fengxi true disciples are the nine strongest among all the disciples in the contemporary era!
Perhaps the cultivation along the way was too smooth and he did not encounter any difficulties, which made the senior brother develop the mentality of being alone and relying on force to find a way out when there is no other way.
Not long after the Tianxin mark of the Taoist Master Changsheng completely dissipated, the senior brother refused to listen to his master's advice and insisted on breaking through to the Martial Saint realm in advance, just to compete for the only position of becoming a great emperor.
It's a pity that the senior brother failed to ascend to the immortal aperture.
Originally, under the care of Master, the senior brother could still survive. However, the senior brother did not believe in evil and insisted on man conquering nature.
But he failed again.
The senior brother was reduced to ashes in the calamity and dissipated in the wind.
Master Tuliu and several junior disciples lamented...
"Alas~" Zhu Wushang suddenly sighed, because he thought of the eldest brother's incomparable nostalgia for his master in the end.
"A Yuan, put down what you are doing and come with me." Zhu Wushang said softly.
Zhu Wushang took Hong Yuan to the small room to talk, leaving everyone in the room with different expressions.