Chapter 140: Introduction to the Art of Forging Soldiers
Chapter 140: Introduction to the Art of Forging Soldiers (Monthly Tickets Plus)
The Pingjiang Grand Canal is magnificent and majestic, flowing eastward, just like a giant dragon winding its way back and forth.
A small boat sails on the surging river, drifting with the current but very steadily.
"Turning thousands of rivers into one, connecting the undercurrents of hundreds of rivers, the Pingjiang Grand Canal is truly the most magnificent sight of the Grand Canal."
On the wooden boat, Jing Shuhu sat cross-legged, looking out over the long river, and sighed:
“Seeing it again forty years later, it’s still so spectacular.”
He really wanted to go downstream, see the scenery along the way, and see the vast ocean.
Glancing at his senior brother who hadn't left the valley for forty years and was sighing after coming out, Lei Jingchuan had a blank expression:
"As long as Su Wanxiong is alive, Zhelong Mansion will never be at peace. The attitude of Zhenwu Hall is also disturbing."
"The imperial court built thousands of temples, and the evil cults worshipped thousands of gods. There are already countless connections between the two. What's so strange about that?"
Jing Shuhu curled his lips and said, "Great Ancestor was willing to share this great country, but his descendants may not..."
"My descendants are unfilial."
Lei Jingchuan sighed. He was talking about the Dayun royal family, but there was a hint of self-deprecation in his words.
When Dayun was founded, Shenbing Valley was qualified to occupy a state, but now...
"It's not that our descendants are unfilial, it's us. That lineage is much better off than us."
Jing Shuhu enjoyed the breeze from the river and even wanted to find a fishing rod to go fishing:
"Whether you are filial or not, what's the problem? The Valley Master is devoted to reviving the mountain gate. According to me, the land of one prefecture is not enough to support us?"
"If one does not think about a state, how can one plan for a prefecture?"
Lei Jingchuan shook his head, disagreeing, but not intending to argue with him, with a little worry:
"I hope the Valley Master has a smooth journey to Pinggou..."
"Humph! Han Chuijun acts arrogantly and never considers the consequences. If he really kills Qianjun Cave's 'Qi Jingang'..."
Jing Shuhu sneered:
"Then we must prepare to face the accountability of Huailong Palace and the coalition forces of the three major sects."
"You can still laugh?"
Lei Jingchuan frowned.
The Divine Weapon Valley dominates one prefecture and radiates to three prefectures. Its influence is enormous, but the three major sects are all thousand-year-old sects and are full of masters.
Especially in Sanyuanwu and Qianjun Cave, a group of masters have emerged in the past few decades.
"What's wrong with me? With my skills in forging military tactics, which sect in the world wouldn't treat me as a distinguished guest?"
"shut up!"
Lei Jingchuan's face suddenly changed, he was shocked and angry:
"Everything about you seems to be wrong since you came down the mountain this time. What on earth happened?!"
Lei Jingchuan stared at him intently, wondering what had happened to his senior brother after he came down the mountain this time.
"Let's go back to the mountain."
Jing Shuhu closed his eyes, looking rather bored: "Let's talk about it when they come back."
"you……"
Lei Jingchuan wanted to ask more, but Jing Shuhu clapped his hands casually, and the powerful internal energy pushed the river water, and the boat shot away.
……
A few days after Fang Baoluo came back, the true disciples and inner disciples such as Ba Wanli also returned one after another.
The Weapon Casting Valley suddenly became lively, with disciples coming in an endless stream to repair their weapons.
Li Yuan got a lot of business at the lowest price.
when!when!when!
The sound of hammers continued and sparks flew.
The forging table where Li Yuan was was filled with weapons waiting to be repaired, many of which were badly damaged.
Among them, the most eye-catching is the Ba Wanli Lei Drum and Mixed Golden Hammer. In addition, there are many famous weapons, including swords, spears, swords and sticks.
Repairing a famous weapon would easily cost hundreds of taels of silver, so Li Yuan, who took half of the job, naturally accepted a bunch of weapons.
And the unfriendly looks from many craftsmen in the forge.
"Weapon repair is also a big business."
As the hammer rose and fell, Li Yuan felt quite satisfied.
By taking on these jobs at a discount, he could earn at least two to three thousand taels of silver, which is roughly equivalent to a sixty-jin red dragon fish.
Of course, to him, silver is secondary; these weapons themselves are of great value to him.
It can be used to improve one's constitution or practice other martial arts.
The only drawback is that he can't hold it for long.
"call!"
Adjusting his breathing, Li Yuan swept the refined Fiery Iron aside, took out iron materials of the corresponding material and forged them in preparation for repairing the weapon.
Also practice at the same time.
"The essence of the weapon forging method lies in 'listening', or 'sensing'. According to the book, one must carefully sense the breathing of different iron materials in order to completely fuse the two iron materials..."
"From what I understand, this is 'alloy'!"
Li Yuan knew everything clearly, and his ability to understand was naturally better than most of the illiterate people in the venue.
He is now on the verge of entry.
The bad thing is...
"Qi and blood, internal strength."
The difference between weapon casting and forging lies not only in the alloy, but more importantly in the use of Qi, blood and internal strength.
This is also the difference between a famous weapon and a top-grade sharp blade.
Only weapons that can conduct qi, blood, and internal strength can be considered famous weapons.
"call!"
Li Yuan adjusted his breathing, his arms turned red, and while hammering, he consciously guided the blood and energy to flow in.
This process is very slow, and only a small amount of blood and internal strength can be transmitted with each hammer. Using blood and internal strength to penetrate the iron material is the beginning of the art of casting weapons.
The advantage of the dragon-shaped bones is also reflected in the practice of weapon-casting techniques. With vigorous blood and amazing recovery, he can last longer.
At the same time, when hammering the iron, he had a feeling that he himself was being tempered, and his blood and internal strength seemed to be becoming more condensed.
"The secret weapon-casting method is indeed worthy of its reputation!"
Li Yuan felt the benefits.
The weapon-forging method is not only a method of blacksmithing, but also a high-level and unique martial art, which is no less advanced than the military fighting hammer.
Purifying the blood, qi and internal strength, at the same time, it seems to be strengthening the body and practicing horizontal skills.
when! when!
Sparks flew in the shadow of the hammer, and Li Yuan was immersed in it. His qi, blood, and internal strength flowed through his body, poured into the hammer, and pounded the iron.
At a certain moment, he felt the sound of the hammer change, making a 'ding' sound, and felt the 'breathing' of the iron.
……
"In the end what happened?"
In the tunnel, Lei Jingchuan suddenly stopped Jing Shuhu and frowned: "We have been friends for decades, can't we talk about it?"
"Do you still remember that more than forty years ago, there was a man who came to ask Master to forge a weapon?"
Jing Shuhu asked.
"Wanchuan?" Lei Jingchuan blurted out, his eyes filled with shock and anger.
More than forty years ago, a middle-aged man came from another province and asked his master for soldiers.
Because he was generous and had extremely rare iron materials, his master finally took action and forged a top-quality weapon.
However, he was mocked and insulted by him, and in front of everyone, he personally forged a magic weapon, which broke the top-grade weapon made by his master with just one strike.
"It's him!"
Jing Shuhu nodded.
"He dares to come!"
Lei Jingchuan was extremely shocked and angry.
"Forging iron is like a martial arts competition. What can you do if you are not as skilled as others?"
Jing Shuhu sighed.
His junior fellow apprentice was still so gullible, but precisely because of this, there were some things he couldn't say.
"That Wanchuan claims to be the branch that did not follow the master when he moved to the mountain gate 1,400 years ago..."
Thinking back to his master who died of depression, Lei Jingchuan paced back and forth, unable to hold back:
"They came to Zhelong Mansion? Where?!"
Abandoning a state and choosing a prefecture, when the founder of the Divine Weapon Valley chose to migrate in the past, some branches did not want to follow.
More than a thousand years have passed, and many of these branches have disappeared, but one or two are still there, having simply joined other sects.
"So what if you find it? Can you fight like a god?"
Jing Shuhu walked around him and went underground.
Lei Jingchuan was speechless, but unable to refute, so he could only stomp his feet in anger.
Even if he was creating a top-grade blade, there was a chance that he would fail, let alone a divine weapon...
"Let's go and see how that kid is doing."
Jing Shuhu said: "Wanchuan has brought a good seedling this time. I heard that in less than three months, he has already mastered the art of casting weapons."
"Starting in March?!"
Lei Jingchuan took a breath of cold air.
It took him more than three years to get started, and that was even though he had many years of experience in blacksmithing.
"It's not surprising that a state with talent will naturally outperform a prefecture."
As Jing Shuhu was speaking, he suddenly stopped.
"Um?!"
Lei Jingchuan took a step forward and was also slightly stunned when he heard a "ding!" sound.
"This sound?"
Lei Jingchuan widened his eyes and wanted to say something, but there was no trace of Jing Shuhu in front of him.
……
"It's done!"
In front of the forging table, Li Yuan was sweating all over, but his eyes were bright.
As the hammer fell, he seemed to really hear the "breathing" and even the rhythm of the iron ingot.
Introduction to the Art of Forging Soldiers.
A blacksmith who has reached this stage is actually qualified to create famous weapons, but the success rate may be very low.
Li Yuan put down the forging hammer and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He then realized that the forging workshop was completely quiet and almost everyone was looking at him.
Envy, shock, suspicion, jealousy...
The emotions were so strong that even Li Yuan was shocked.
"You, you have mastered the art of forging weapons?!"
Someone's hammer fell to the ground. It was a short and thin, but very strong middle-aged man. He was Lei Jingchuan's disciple, named Niu Jun.
He is the only disciple of the three great elders of the Weapon Casting Valley who has changed his appearance.
"It's only been a few days, and you've already gotten started!"
"Impossible! I've been studying for six years and still haven't gotten started. How can he get started?"
"Can you finish reading the book in just a few days?!"
……
After a brief silence, there was an uproar.
For all the blacksmiths, there was nothing more shocking than this. Compared with this news, Ding Zhi's death was simply insignificant.
"伱......"
Niu Jun was the first to rush over, and without caring that the iron was still red, he grabbed it.
“It works, it really works!”
Niu Jun was shocked beyond words.
He knew that geniuses with dragon-shaped bones could learn martial arts very quickly, and one year of their lives was equivalent to three to five years, or even seven to eight years for ordinary people. However, this was the art of forging weapons, it was about forging iron!
He had expected that the dragon-shaped bones would have some advantages, but he never imagined that the advantages would be to such an extent?
"Is there really a natural blacksmith in this world?!"
All the blacksmiths who gathered around were silent. The iron ingot would not lie. If it worked, it worked. If it didn’t, it didn’t.
No matter how skeptical they were, they had watched Li Yuan forge this piece of iron with their own eyes...
"First elder, third elder!"
Li Yuan had sharp eyes and spotted Jing Shuhu and the other man outside the crowd. The other blacksmiths then turned around and saluted.
“One month to get started?”
Jing Shuhu's hands were bulging with veins behind his back, but his face remained calm:
"Well, not bad."
(End of this chapter)