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Chapter 10 Is it still possible?

Chen Mou glanced at all kinds of strange tools. He only knew a few of them. He chose a wooden ruler, a guide line and iron rules, and took four stick pens (graphite-core pens, an ancient drawing tools).

Spreading out a piece of rice paper, he began to draw the sword weapon he conceived (plagiarized).

He didn't draw according to the formal pattern, so although it looks intuitive, it is very dull.

He adjusted the perspective angle to the upper right, and the sword body draws in a thin arc, not a common straight line, which sets off the wide and protruding tip of the sword, which looks sharp and domineering, and four slender diamond-shaped gemstones are inlaid on the upper end of the sword spine. Slightly higher than the sword spine.

The sword guard is designed with gorgeous raised lines, undulating layers, with a gemstone in the middle.

The hilt of the sword is retracted into an elegant arc, which echoes the body of the sword. Two gemstones are adorned at the end, and the sword is shaped like a rough beast.

The size ratio is also different from the common specifications. The sword guard to the sword tail occupies one-third, which is very unique.

He didn't have the constraints of Master Zhong's rules and regulations in his mind. Referring to the pattern of the colorful pearl sword in the game, the shape of the drawn utensil was unconstrained. As for whether it can be forged, how difficult it is, whether it is practical, etc., it is not his business.

He only cares about novelty, luxury and domineering designs.

Let the connoisseurs have a headache.

He was reluctant to use the famous Frostmourne sword style on a dude he had never met.

After drawing the sketch, he used the bamboo ink pen used for carpentry to draw lines, and dipped it in burnt ink to strengthen the rough and thick black virtual reality treatment of the border lines, making the black and white contrast more intense and shocking.

Finally, the gem is dyed with sapphire blue with varying levels, and a light blue cold light with varying shades is wiped out on the blade, which has a strong visual impact.

More than half an hour later, Chen Mou walked along the corridor to the West Room with the renderings he "designed".

In the forging room, the "clinking" sound of iron strikes is very rhythmic, and the knocking is non-stop. Listening to it is a kind of heavy metal enjoyment.

Walking into the forging room, Chen Mou saw a fat black man wearing a short jacket and shirtless, swinging a sledgehammer to create wind, and coordinating with the young apprentice's small hammer to strike wherever he pointed. It was obvious that he had practiced his posture. Come prepared.

Is it so hard to apply for an apprentice blacksmith?

Master Zhong folded his hands on his chest, making no secret of his admiration for Fatty Hei. Look at his body and the feel of his hand, it would be a waste not to strike iron.

Taking the roll of blueprints handed over by Chen Mou with both hands, Master Zhong glanced at the respectful boy, and slowly opened the blueprints. The casual look was swept away, his eyes were fixed, and a bright light flashed for a moment.

Appearances look at the excitement, experts look at the doorway.

Master Zhong almost swears, what a fucking talent!

People are not good-looking, he almost lost his eye.

This gorgeous, exaggerated, unique, domineering and flexible sword style, thanks to the little boy, can think of it and draw it, isn't it the unique flavor that the second son Ma needs in the world of cultivating immortals?
Even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't design so many unconventional and unreasonable shapes. In order to pursue novelty, he doubled the difficulty of his subsequent forging. serve.

Even before learning how to walk, dare to step and run, not afraid of getting caught!

"Ding Ding", the young apprentice knocked twice, ending this round of blacksmithing trial work.

Seeing Master Zhong staring at the drawings, his face was full of confusion and his brows sometimes stretched, the young apprentice put down his tools, came over to take a look curiously, and immediately made a "hissing" sound of air-conditioning in his mouth, and couldn't help but praise: "Luxury, It's novel, unique, and overbearing!"

Young people have wild, unrestrained and unrestrained thoughts in their hearts, which have not been erased by time.

He gave Chen Mou a thumbs up in admiration.

Cherish each other and show respect.

"Slap", Master Zhong slapped the apprentice on the back of the head, reprimanded: "Stop being confused by these flashy things."

Carefully rolled up the drawings, and said to the fat man who was waiting for the results after the trial work: "Xue Biao, right? From today onwards, you can start working. Ask Wan Lin if you don't understand anything."

"Yes, thank you Master Zhong for taking me in."

The fat black man was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed to thank him.

Chen Mou was disappointed. He had been busy for a long time, but he still couldn't see Master Zhong's eyes.

He wants to get back the design he worked so hard to draw, and try his luck at the next blacksmith shop?
Master Zhong continued to assign: "Wan Lin, take this little brother to the main room to rest, make a pot of good tea, and talk about the monthly salary when I come back."

Chen Mou was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was the little brother that Master Zhong was talking about.

He was recruited ashore inadvertently like this. Master Zhong still has a good eye for pearls, and hurriedly said: "I'm going to Chen Mou, thank you, Master Zhong."

He has been here for a long time, but he has never had a chance to report his name.

He couldn't see how Master Zhong disliked and disliked him before, and it wasn't his fault that he was too handsome.

"Chen Mou... not bad, a resource in the rough."

Master Zhong finally had a smiling face, gave a word of affirmation, and went out in a hurry with the pattern.

The apprentice named Wan Lin knew Master Zhong's temperament very well. He understood that Master Zhong valued Chen Mou, and he proposed to discuss the monthly salary again because he was worried that the talent would be poached by other shops. Master Zhong's forging room, let's go and drink tea, I will tell you the benefits of our forging room, not just the few spiritual stones on the surface."

"Brother Wan please!"

"Please take care of Senior Brother Wan."

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On the top of Xiaoshanbao Mountain, Zhong Jin strode into an old stone courtyard, ignored the maid who greeted him respectfully, and shouted: "Senior Brother Fang, I have redrawn a sword style, please help me hold my eyes."

He unceremoniously took the credit of the little boy's apprentice as his own.

He is the master of the forge, and he has the final say.

A man with a short beard in his thirties walked out of the main room. He was one of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators staying behind in Danyangfang at the Forging Bing Pavilion. His name was Fang Que, and he was a brother of the same generation as Zhong Jin. He said with a smile : "Yesterday, you were cursing and saying that you would not serve difficult customers like Ma Er, and it was only one night, and you changed your mind?"

"We can't let Ma Er look down on our Forging Pavilion. After thinking about it, we should make another picture."

Zhong Jin crossed the threshold of the main room with a smile, walked to the table in a few steps, spread out the pattern in his hand, and said with a smile: "How? But you can still get it, Ma Er has nothing to say this time."

There is no lack of complacency in the tone.

Fang Que was immediately attracted by the different styles of swords, and praised: "Okay, the swords are unique and novel, luxurious and domineering, thanks to your imagination, everything meets Ma Er's requirements on paper." He tilted his head and ordered to serve One of his apprentices said: "You go to the other forging houses at the foot of the mountain, tell Lao He and the others not to waste time drawing pictures, and come up to have a look at Lao Zhong's craftsmanship, and open your eyes."

A few days ago, the Second Master Ma placed an order for a high-end and high-end magic weapon.

But there is one thing, the Forging Bing Pavilion needs to provide the pattern as required, and it can only be forged after the second son Ma is satisfied and approved.

Forging Bingge attaches great importance to the business with the backer of Mr. Ma Er, so the masters of the blacksmiths come up with many designs, many of which are novel, but Ma Er, the layman, criticizes them as worthless, and calls them back to make new drawings.

It made all the proud forging masters very angry.

They customize the artifacts for the guests, and they have all kinds of styles in their minds. At most, they simply draw a few strokes to show the guests, explaining the size, size, and effect of the finished product, because the forged artifacts are metal texture, light and shadow, Intangible things like murderous intent cannot be drawn with a pen.

When meeting the rich and unreasonable second son Ma, it is impossible to turn away the business.

So the forging masters scolded them, and the pattern still had to be redrawn.

Including Fang Que, they were all racking their brains to come up with novel plans. The patterns Zhong Jin produced were in a novel way of drawing, and the effect of the sword was almost perfectly presented. It was worth learning from them.

Zhong Jin accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Fang, I appreciate it. If Second Master Ma uses this sword weapon, he will have to trouble his senior brother to refine it. At most, I will help him."

With his perfect cultivation of Qi Refining Realm, he can only use the elementary tempering method to refine weapons.

I can't forge this extremely difficult sword in my hand.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Fang really would not refuse, and said with a smile: "You get what you pay for, Second Master Ma doesn't pay some price, but you can't get such a domineering and luxurious magic weapon."

"It's extremely, it's extremely, he must bleed a little, who dares to look down on our Forging Pavilion."

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(End of this chapter)