After the world collapsed

Chapter 113
It was getting late when they left Jianshan, and Zhang Sheng and the two found a random inn to stay. Cong Lingshan would report the matter of Yu Wenji to the sect, and it was too late for them to go to Xiaoyaozong. It is still necessary to take a look.

All night long, Zhang Sheng was thinking about the conditions that Hei Cheng said.

With Xin Jinshi, the original fire of the Shenhuo Sect and the high-level spiritual weapon that can be melted, the last two points are a bit harsh, and he has not thought of something that can be replaced after thinking for a long time.

High-level spiritual weapons are actually good, they can be bought with primordial stones, but he can't afford them now. As for the original fire, it's the first time he's heard of it, and he doesn't know where it exists other than the Divine Fire Sect.

If Senior Xun is not asleep, then you can ask it for more information about the original fire, but this great god has fallen into a deep sleep since the last battle with Shu Zhiya's Yuanshen and has not yet awakened.

Zhang Sheng also guessed that for an ancient beast like Qilin, this period of time may be just a short sleep, which is not a big deal.

Early the next morning, Zhang Sheng got up early and went to the Black City Sword Furnace.

On the way from the entrance of Jianshan Mountain to Heicheng Jianlu, he passed by Huanglong Jianlu. Zhang Sheng noticed that the gate of Huanglong Jianlu, which was kicked down by Gongyeting, had not been repaired, but a new screen was erected inside.

After thinking about it for a while, he gave up the idea of ​​visiting. Three days is not enough for Mr. Huang Long to prepare. There are quite a lot of things that need to be prepared in advance for sword casting.

Zhang Sheng went directly to the Heicheng Sword Stove, which is not as good as entering the Huanglong Sword Stove. There is also a queue for listing, so just open the door and go straight in.

He didn't dare to push the door too hard, for fear that the broken door would touch his porcelain.

Squeak, pushed open the door, entered the sword furnace, saw the scene inside, for a moment Zhang Sheng suddenly wondered if he had gone to the wrong place.

The room full of decadence when I came yesterday was swept away, and the entire Heicheng Sword Furnace took on a new look.

The small bench that was originally full of dust has been polished to a little shine, and the floor of the room has obviously been carefully cleaned without a trace of soil debris. Many of the random rags that were placed before were all collected under the bed, and some were even left. Show a corner.

Seeing that the old man Hei Cheng was slowly pushing out the furnace with a height of half a person from the back room with some difficulty, Zhang Sheng immediately went to help when he saw this.

The furnace was pushed to the center of the hall, and Heicheng walked aside, grabbed a hidden hanging wire running down from the roof, and pulled it lightly, and a hidden compartment instantly opened on the roof in the center of the hall.

For a while the dust settled.

"Ahem, I miscalculated, I forgot that there is more dust on the top." The old man who was choked by the dust said with some embarrassment.

Zhang Sheng regarded the dust as nothing, and walked to the bottom of the dark space to look at it. When the falling dust fell around Zhang Sheng's head, it was blocked by an invisible barrier and scattered to the side.

It turned out that this was an air duct, which happened to be built in the hollow sword handle on the roof.

"Come, come, I haven't done anything for a long time, and I don't know if I'm unfamiliar with it." Looking at the "renewed" hall, Heicheng said excitedly by mistake.

They chatted for a long time yesterday. Hei Cheng has traveled all over the world, made many friends, learned and forged all kinds of weapons, the variety of which is hard to estimate, came to Jianshan and met Mr. Huang Long very late, for each other Both of them are full of praise for their casting skills, and the two are each other's teachers. Since the two are far apart in age, they can be regarded as a pair of friends who have forgotten their age.

So he is also planning to spend his old age here in Jianshan. Not only does it have a good sword-making atmosphere, but it is also difficult to know himself. Heicheng feels that he can die without regret if he can live here forever.

In the end, Heicheng actually proposed the idea of ​​helping Zhang Sheng make knives for free.

The reason is that he has lived for so long and has never seen a style like a horizontal knife, so Heicheng had this idea the moment he saw the broken knife in Huanglong Jianlu. He forged countless types of weapons during his lifetime. It is really a joy to be able to add another member to the weapon spectrum that I have forged at this time.

Since it is impossible to recast a blade with the strength of a spiritual weapon, and anyway, it is necessary to watch the competition three days later, it is better to fulfill the old man's wish.

"Little friend, I have never accepted apprentices in my life, and I am too lazy to accept apprentices. This time, you can watch the process of casting the knife casually. How much you can remember is up to you." Heicheng took out from the dark layer under the furnace. A big pot said.

Hearing this, Zhang Sheng was taken aback. He didn't know anything about forging weapons, but he thought it was impossible to learn this kind of thing after watching it once. But since Heicheng said so, it was also a first time for Zhang Sheng. Rare opportunity.

Zhang Sheng nodded immediately, moved over the shiny small bench, and sat obediently in the corner of the Jianlu hall.

He stretched his neck and took a look. The big basin was filled with gray-black cement.

Heicheng said in a deep voice: "The first step is to make a model."

Model making is to make molds for casting. Heicheng pulled the rags on the wall behind him, and a kiln embedded in the wall appeared. He lit the kiln neatly, and after a while, he could feel a little warmth in the room .

He picked up the broken knife that Zhang Sheng left here yesterday from the bed. At this time, the broken knife had been simply spliced ​​together by him, and it didn't break into several pieces while holding the knife handle. It looked like a new knife.

Zhang Sheng didn't know how the old man did it, but seeing the other party's cautious appearance, he knew that although the broken knife looked harmless, it couldn't bear too much force.

Heicheng first poured the cement into an exquisite square container. Regardless of his age, he was really strong. He lifted up so much cement with his two old arms.

Then slowly insert the tip of the broken knife down into the cement until the blade is completely submerged in the cement, and the knife crocodile just happens to cover the plane of the cement.

"Come on, help me."

Heicheng turned around and opened the window of the kiln and said.

Zhang Sheng immediately got up and carried the square container into the kiln according to his intention. The closer he got to the kiln, the hotter Zhang Sheng felt. .

He's okay, after all, where his body is, Heicheng is already sweating profusely at this moment, and he doesn't know if it's because he was still baked by this kiln in the previous few links.

After closing the windows of the kiln, Heicheng said with a sigh of relief:

"It's okay this time, there are real objects, and the process is more than ten times simpler, otherwise my old bones really can't afford it."

The real thing naturally refers to the broken knife. After a certain period of time, the cement hardens, and then the knife body is pulled out, and the mold is formed.

"Senior, how long will this system last?"

"Two days are almost enough. My kiln is too small and the heat is not enough. It was originally used to heat up my broken sword furnace. If it is a normal kiln, half a day will be enough."

two days?Isn't it almost the date of Mr. Huang Long's sword casting agreement?

But since Hei Cheng said so, he had to wait until Zhang Sheng knew the origin of the name Jian Furnace.

Once the casting started, the temperature in these sword furnaces would rise sharply, and ordinary people really couldn't stand the temperature inside. Swordsmiths were used to working at this temperature all year round, and immortal cultivators were naturally no problem.

"Why is the kiln built here? If it's too hot, can't it be built outside?"

"This way you can keep warm in winter..."

……

"Although my little friend has a good cultivation level, I really don't necessarily have many old men in the places I've been to." Hei Cheng's name for himself has changed from old man to old man.

During the two days when the kiln was burning, Zhang Sheng and Hei Cheng also talked about everything. What he didn't expect was that Hei Cheng had traveled to so many places.

He has also been to the Liyuan Realm to the west of the Qianyuan Realm, and he has also been to the Kunyuan Realm to the south. It is precisely because of this that he has integrated the ways of hundreds of schools, learned from each other's strengths, and achieved a good casting skill.

In the past two days, Zhang Sheng seems to have become a listener, listening to Heicheng tirelessly telling about his life, from being an apprentice in a blacksmith shop when he was a child, to being able to work alone, and then traveling around and visiting hundreds of foundries.

Hei Cheng's life was quite wonderful for a mortal, but it's a pity that he had such superb casting skills but failed to pass them on.

This is also understandable. As far as his travel method is concerned, it sounds quite enjoyable, but it is actually extremely difficult. Traveling across mountains and rivers depends on your legs. After all, carriages are not always available. If you bring the two little apprentices with you, you don't even dare to think about it.

"What impressed me the most about the old man is, where did it come from? Oh? Liyuan Realm? Yes, I met an expert in Liyuan Realm. All the weapons in his hands are top-grade. I gave him a shot. After a year and a half, he taught me two tricks."

"Oh? Is there anyone else who can help you?" Zhang Sheng asked, filling Heicheng with wine.

That's right, Zhang Sheng bought good wine from the restaurants around the inn and brought it over. Sure enough, Heicheng was very excited after seeing the wine. The old man talked about the wine and kept talking about his demeanor back then.

"This tall man's surname is Yang, and his name is Yang Tianbao. His hair was already gray back then, and he may have passed away many years ago." Having said this, Hei Cheng sighed, and his eyes were full of the scene of that year.

"He can be regarded as one of my teachers. Even I can't catch up with his casting skills back then. It's a pity..."

When people are old, it is easier to be sentimental, coupled with a little drunkenness, recalling that year, Heicheng's eye sockets are already slightly moist.

Seeing this, Zhang Sheng quickly said: "Senior, don't be sad, that Senior Yang must have passed on his skills, besides, you are still here."

Heicheng scolded with a smile: "Don't tell me that, but we also met very late. This craft can't even be an apprentice in three to five years. Besides, my friend, you have cultivated yourself, and your ambition is not here, but you have a higher goal." , What a pity, what a pity..."

Zhang Sheng was silent for a moment. Indeed, although he was slightly interested in casting, he was a cultivator after all. Not to mention anything else, this time there was another mission. After watching the competition tomorrow, he would go to Xiaoyaozong with Xiao Yicai , I don’t know when I will come back.

After stepping into the world of cultivating immortals, Zhang Sheng felt that sometimes he was a little bit involuntary. Last time he wanted to go home and was carried away like a chicken halfway.

The old man chanted for a while and then fell into a deep sleep. After drinking for three rounds, the kiln was booming, and the sword furnace made people feel drowsy.

After Heicheng rested, Zhang Sheng exited the sword furnace and wanted to return to the inn. Passing by outside the Huanglong sword furnace, he saw that various casting tools had already been placed on the open space outside the sword furnace, and there was even a huge melting furnace.

It seems that Mr. Huang Long is well prepared.

After returning to the inn, he scanned with his spiritual sense and found that Xiao Yicai was still practicing in the room, so Zhang Sheng also turned and went back to his room.

In the past two days, he also noticed that many people came to Jianshan City one after another. The outside of their inn was obviously more lively, and there were also many immortal cultivators who did not hide their aura at all.

It seems that this competition has attracted the attention of many people, whether it is a swordsmith or even a craftsman in the world of cultivating immortals, they are all looking forward to this competition.

Well, everything depends on tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)