In the days that followed, Mantian continued to sink into the craft every day, sinking into his own bones, to the point where he forgot to sleep and eat. Even Mantian appeared behind his back several times, and he didn't know it.
The text on the animal skin is limited, and it only opens an illusory door for Mantian. Whether he can step into this door and feel the air flow in the bones depends on Mantian's own understanding.
As he swung the hammer again and again, Mantian's skinny body gradually became too much, but Mantian did not stop for a moment. He wanted to explore the limits of his bones. Perhaps only after the strength of his bones reached the limit could he feel
The airflow mentioned above the animal skin.
Mantian didn't know how many hammers he had swung. He only felt that his right hand was gradually numb, his back was sore, and his legs began to tremble. He could no longer bear the long-term exertion of energy. He still did not feel the airflow in his bones. He felt
His bones were reaching their limit, and he felt as if the hammer in his right hand weighed tens of millions of pounds and was about to break free from his hand at any time.
He is almost skin and bones, and the power that controls every movement comes from his bones.
"Skeleton airflow! I don't believe I can't feel you!" Mantian roared, and he swung the hammer vigorously. At this time, the bones could no longer produce any strength. Under Mantian's strong will, all the bones in his body were...
Raise the hammer beyond the limit and drop it fiercely.
Hammer after hammer, Mantian's shriveled body trembled violently with each blow, and his limbs almost fell apart under the wild movements. His originally pale face was now even more pale.
His eyes were filled with blood and he was sweating like rain!!
With a will as strong as iron, Mantian still slowly raised his arm and swung the hammer, but his mind was still feeling the bones all over his body and the unwarranted airflow in the bones.
When Mantian's bones could no longer generate any strength, his whole body collapsed. His will was as strong as a rock, but his bones had reached their limit and he could not exert any strength at all.
Mantian, who was lying on the ground, had blood-red eyes full of unwillingness. He wanted to stand up, and he wanted to continue swinging the hammer, but he didn't even have the strength to move. Mantian, who was lying on the ground, heard the sound of Mantian screaming in his ears.
Hearing his father's words, his expression gradually became confused, and a sad smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He could only hear him murmuring: "Brother, even if we don't have the blood of the clan god, we are still the pride of our father."
Mantian still remembered that his father once uttered wild words when he was drunk. His two sons would definitely become barbarians! He was proud of his two sons. After the trial, his eldest brother Manxiao heard someone laughing at his father behind his back.
Not ashamed of his words, he made up his mind and left the clan.
When Mantian was thinking a lot, he couldn't help but move the fingers of his right hand. Mantian's confused expression suddenly froze, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He slowly turned his head and looked at his skinny right hand, his expression revealed.
In disbelief, he was stunned for a moment and quickly closed his eyes.
After a while, Mantian opened his eyes again, and this time, his eyes were filled with surprise and shock.
He felt it, and felt that there was an airflow as light as hair in his bones, shuttled through his limbs and bones! This airflow was so slight that it seemed as if it did not exist at all. If Mantian hadn't sunk into the past before, his whole body would be full of energy.
Once he enters a state of tranquility, he cannot notice it at all, no matter how careful he is!
Mantian closed his eyes and enjoyed the hard-won airflow. This airflow seemed to shuttle through every bone as quickly as a small loach. Gradually, Mantian realized that all the bones that the airflow reached had recovered.
With a little effort, when the air flow passed through all the bones, it disappeared. This made Man Tian suddenly startled and wanted to catch it again, but after several attempts, he could not feel it again.
Mantian was not disappointed by this, but could not calm down in his heart for a long time. It seemed that what was said on the animal skin was not false, and there was really air flow in the bones! If he could control this air flow, maybe one day his own power would also be able to control it.
It’s comparable to a barbarian!!
Thinking of this, Mantian felt relieved, and the feeling of exhaustion before came back again, making Mantian feel that the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and he couldn't help but fall asleep.
He slept until noon the next day, and he didn't wake up even when Man's father took him back to bed. Looking at the huge animal skin covering his body and the cooked food prepared next to the table, Man Tian felt extremely warm in his heart. He sat up and prepared the food for his mother.
After devouring the cooked food, Mantian carefully felt his bones and clenched his fists, feeling that his strength seemed to have grown much stronger.
This made him somewhat expectant, so he left the room without even washing up and started lighting a fire and forging iron!
Not long after, the harsh sound of gold and iron resounded in the tribe.
This time, Mantian did not focus all his attention on feeling the air flow in the bones, but integrated into the blacksmithing!! After exerting the limit of his bones yesterday, Mantian not only more than doubled his strength, but even his control over strength
The control is also satisfying.
Recalling what Mr. Man said, exerting brute force can only be called blacksmithing. From this, we can conclude that forging does not mean using all your strength. What puzzles Mr. Mantian is, what is the difference between weapons made by forging and those made by blacksmithing? This is
Mantian was puzzled. He had never seen a barbarian weapon, so he could not understand the difference between forging and blacksmithing!
Just when Mantian was confused, Manggong's words sounded from behind: "Forging iron requires strength, and forging also requires strength as the basis! Although you are not a barbarian, your strength at this time is comparable to that of a first-class barbarian!"
Mantian was startled when he heard the words. He stopped and continued to swing the hammer, turned around and looked at Mangong with his eyes tightly closed. Before yesterday, Mantian's words would undoubtedly have made Mantian ecstatic, but he noticed
After arriving at Qiliu, Mantian's goal is no longer limited to being as strong as a first-class barbarian. He will continue to stick to this path until one day, he will become a strong man in the frontier and even the southern frontier.
What confused Mantian was that although Mr. Man was blind, he felt that Mr. Man was watching him. This strange feeling made Mantian feel hairy in his heart. He pondered for a while, and Mantian said: "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Man."
Tian has a doubt in his heart, and I hope Man Gong can clear it up."
With his eyes closed tightly and his wrinkled old hands holding a cane, Mantian said calmly after hearing Mantian's words: "Say."
"Man, I don't know, Xiaotian, what is the difference between forged weapons and forged weapons? Since both are made with strength, why are they different?" Mantian expressed the doubts in his heart!
Mangong stood there, neither answering nor moving. His closed eyes were facing Mantian, which shocked Mantian. At this moment, he had the illusion that Mangong's eyes were staring at him.
"Haha! It seems that I am not the only one who is blind!" Mantian suddenly laughed up to the sky, with strange emotions in his voice. After speaking, he did not answer Mantian's doubts, but left on crutches.
Already.
This made Mantian stare blankly at Mangong's retreating figure. He was confused for a moment. What did Mangong mean by these words? He was not the only one who was blind. After pondering for a long time, Mantian didn't know the meaning of Mangong's words.
I don’t know what the meaning is, so I can only suppress the doubts in my heart and continue to create.
At ten o'clock in the evening, when his father came back, Mantian expressed his doubts again.
"Xiaotian, although my father is not a forger, he has heard a lot of rumors about forgers over the years. I heard that forgers are fundamentally different from blacksmiths, that is, the weapons made by forgers are tougher and sharper.
, Moreover, the forger knows something called blood pattern. Injecting this blood pattern into the weapon can increase the power of the weapon countless times, and weapons with blood patterns are also called barbaric weapons!"
"Blood pattern?" Mantian's heart condensed slightly. This blood pattern is probably related to the bloodline of the clan god. How could he have blood streaks without the bloodline of the clan god? Thinking of this, Mantian was not only a little disappointed.
"Stupid!!" Just when Mantian's heart was complicated, a sharp shout suddenly sounded, which made Mantian and Manfu startled. They looked at the old man ten feet away. Mantian was shocked, while Manfu's face was expressionless.
Turning red, he couldn't help but said: "Uncle, A Yong also heard what outsiders said. Moreover, aren't there blood patterns in the barbarian weapons?" Man Yong is just a layman in forging, and naturally he has no confidence in facing the barbarian master.
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"If you want to ruin Xiaotian's forging path, just keep talking! If you don't want to, shut your mouth from now on! If you understand, why are you a blacksmith?" Mangong's words were sharp and unpleasant.
, said Man Yong, his face flushed, he lowered his head and said nothing, and these words made Man Tian angry. No matter what his father was like, he couldn't stand others saying something wrong about his father, even Mr. Man couldn't do it. Man Tian had to refute.
At that time, Man's father pulled Man Tian's hand and signaled Man Tian not to speak.
Mantian suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Mr. Man angrily.
"Boy, the real forging is to use the hammer in your hand to forge a life!" After the barbarian finished speaking, he left on crutches.
When Man Gong's back merged into the dusk, Man Tian's face was unhappy, while Man Yong had a smile on his face. He looked at the unhappy Man Tian, caressed Man Tian's head dotingly, and said with a smile: "
Xiaotian, you should be happy!"
"Happy? He scolded you, can I be happy?" Mantian looked at Manyong and whispered.
"Xiaotian, you have to know that it has been nearly ten years since my uncle returned to the village. Today is the only time my father has seen him lose his temper! Although his words are unpleasant, it means that he values you! Because, he values you.
For a piece of rough jade, no one is allowed to interfere with polishing it." Father Man said in a deep voice, and then he looked at the direction in which Mr. Man was leaving and whispered: "Remember your words, Mr. Man, the real forging is
Use the hammer in your hand to forge a life." After saying that, Man's father turned around and entered the room, only to find Man's mother crying with joy.
"Use the hammer in your hand to forge a life?" Mantian picked up the hammer and fell into deep thought.
There was no words for a night, and the next day, Mantian started boring blacksmithing! While thinking about Manggong's words, Mantian tried to use up all the strength of his bones to feel the air flow again. Mantian believed that it wouldn't take long,
He was able to catch the air flow and control it!
In this way, Mantian sinks into blacksmithing day after day!
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