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Chapter 13 Cage cakes have meat, not skin

"'Forging iron requires its own strength'. For blacksmiths, the root of the hardness lies in the feet, and the qi runs through the whole body. You have to neutralize and stretch the muscles and shrink the bones."

Master Zhong's ability to become the master of a forging house has its own unique features, and Chen Mou asked Chen Mou to put on an air of common steps.

Under the gaze of the three of them, Chen Mou set up a "firework stake", practicing kung fu like he usually does, his body swaying like a flame.

Master Zhong signaled that it was all right, he was familiar with several commonly used fire stakes, reached out and grabbed a sledgehammer from the ground, and said to Chen Mou: "Look carefully, how do I use the 'firework stake' to forge tools."

Wan Lin was so excited that he quickly picked up the iron tongs and the small hammer. It had been a long time since Master Zhong used the sledgehammer.

Iron forge, flowing apprentices.

He has been in Master Zhong's forging house for five years. He became a master from a young junior. A small shop becomes a master.

Following Junior Brother Chen's success, he was able to see Master Zhong demonstrating his basic skills.

Compared with the two newcomer apprentices, he learns the new by reviewing the past, and can comprehend more things that he hadn't noticed before.

According to Master Zhong's instructions, Wan Lin picked up a long iron bar with iron tongs and stuffed it into the fire. Xue Biao, who received the order, pulled the bellows vigorously, and there was a rhythmic "hudahuda" sound in the forging room.

Master Zhong gestured with a hammer, and explained to Chen Mou how to use the ordinary "firework stake" to enhance the effect of the forge.

For blacksmiths, forging iron is practicing kung fu.

Soon the iron bar was burning red, and Wan Lin took it out with pliers and put it on the anvil. He knew that Master Zhong was going to forge a sword, and this iron bar was originally a semi-finished product after thousands of tempers.

In the forging room, there was a sound of "ding ding dong". The sledgehammers and small hammers were as dense as rain, which made people dizzy, and the sparks were as bright as stars.

Chen Mou carefully watched Master Zhong's every move. Following Master Zhong's occasional explanations, he kept showing an expression of enlightenment, and he had a different understanding of the "firework stake" taught to him by Fan Laodao.

There is a specialization in the arts, and under the guidance of Master Zhong, ordinary fireworks can still be used in this way.

All kinds of inspirations are flying like sparks, and there is a saying of "drawing one from one and then inferring another", he thought of a lot.

Master Zhong kept swinging the hammer with both hands, and the stance under his feet gradually transitioned to the point where it seemed like a pile but not a pile.

"The tone is even, and the strength is loose and tight. You pay attention to the true meaning of my use of hammers like fists combined with the transformation of piles and steps, 'the form is invisible, the intention is unintentional, and the true meaning emerges unintentionally', 'there is no rules, the law can't be done, and the law can't be done.' This is the true Dharma, keep in mind to see it with your eyes, and always realize it.”

Hearing Master Zhong's voice-transmitting explanation alone, Chen Mou concentrated all his energy, memorizing these secret tricks and the hammering method demonstrated by Master Zhong.

Master Zhong didn't want to owe him favors, so he paid him back in this way.

How much he can understand is his own ability, next time Master Zhong will definitely not teach like this again.

When the color of the iron bars dimmed, Wan Lin tapped the small hammer twice, clamped the iron bars into the furnace fire and re-forged them.

No one in the room spoke, and the three apprentices were silently digesting.

Master Zhong swung the sledgehammer and beat the tempered iron bar six times, turning the semi-finished product into an ordinary three-foot-three-inch sword. For more than an hour, Wan Lin was not allowed to intervene.

"Close the doors and seal the windows."

Following Master Zhong's instructions, Wan Lin closed the door and lowered the bamboo curtain to block the light from the window.

The entire forging room was almost plunged into darkness, except for the light from the furnace.

Master Zhong spread a few pieces of charcoal in the stove to let it burn evenly. He put the cooled sword embryo on the charcoal, and Wan Lin slowly pulled the bellows to control the firepower. Change, this is the most critical step in forging a magic weapon.

When there was an unnoticeable shadow change from the red sword body to the middle part of the sword tail, Master Zhong waited a moment, then decisively picked up the bright sword embryo with pliers, and threw it into the cold water of the stone tank to quench it.

"Pfft", a white mist of water vapor rose violently.

Wan Lin hurriedly opened all the doors and windows again. He is a big brother and wants to take the lead and set an example.

Next time, he doesn't need to do it himself for such a small matter. Whoever has sharp eyesight, whoever shouts and moves, can wait and see. It doesn't matter if you are stupid, and you can remember it after a few times of scolding.

The rule in the forging room is that the older ones can discipline the younger ones, and even beat them with their hands.

After waiting for a while, he picked up the sword embryo in the water with pliers.

"Master Zhong, it's done! A low-level magic weapon."

"The rest of the handle, front, and scabbard are left to you."

Master Zhong glanced at the sword embryo covered with irregular flame patterns. He used the most streamlined materials to create low-level magic weapons. He was very experienced and rarely made quenching mistakes. Report to the shopkeeper."

Chen Mou, who came closer to admire the sword, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pretended to be overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Yesterday I heard Senior Brother Wan say that forging a sword for apprentices is a benefit for apprentices who have worked for more than a year. Whether to give sharp mortal weapons or low-level magical weapons depends entirely on the forge master's will. Forging Bing Pavilion will not interfere.

The sword in front of him was personally forged by Master Zhong. He only came here for a day and he won this honor.

It's so good that he will be taken special care of by the big brother in the forge.

He is afraid of trouble, and even if he doesn't want to be an apprentice, he has to fight.

Are you tired?

Wan Lin agreed with a smile, and when Master Zhong left, he put down the sword blade, opened the upper and lower doors of the iron cabinet by the wall, and asked with a smile, "Junior Chen, come and choose the hilt and scabbard for the sword. This magic weapon will do."

Xue Biao showed a naive smile on his face, watching the play from the sidelines.

From yesterday to today, he was reprimanded several times by Master Zhong, no matter right or wrong, he was always scolded.

Finally it was another newcomer's turn to be roasted on the fire, and he immediately felt benefited.

Chen Moudang didn't know what to do, so he went over to take a look, and said with a smile: "It's hard work for those who are capable, please bother Senior Brother Wan to help me decide, I don't understand anything, just choose the most common one, the cage cake has meat, not here skin."

He didn't give the other party any reason to beat him.

For anything, there will be a second time once, it is an apprenticeship, why do you need to fight?
Wan Lin laughed, "Okay, the selection will be ugly then, don't blame me."

"How dare, how dare, when the salary is paid next month, I will invite senior brother to drink at Youranju." Chen Mou saw that Wan Lin retreated in spite of the difficulties, so he accepted it as well, glanced at the fat man again, and added, "To Senior Brother Xue together."

He and Fatty Xue haven't decided who is the senior brother and who is the senior brother. They just call each other politely on the surface, but in fact, they wish that they are senior brothers, and everyone wants to be on top.

Wan Lin grinned and said, "Okay, let's go together."

Xue Biao followed the promise to go together, he was closely following in the footsteps of the elder brother.

After choosing the matching hilt and scabbard, it took some time to install and polish them. Wan Lin took the two of them to the grinder room at the outermost part of the Westinghouse, and instructed them to identify the textures and functions of various millstones. How to sharpen the angle of the sword with dripping water and other skills.

Getting started is stupid, boring and time-consuming, and requires patience.

It was getting dark, and Chen Mou wore a sword with a black pear wood engraved bronze sheath on his waist. He walked out of the Forging Pavilion with Wan Lin and Xue Biao, and said goodbye. He walked east alone. Wan Lin and Xue Biao talked and laughed. Westbound.

On the way, at a grocery store, I bought two old forging hammers, one long and one short, and an old-fashioned three-hole two-hundred-jin anvil.

He wanted to return to the yard to practice while feeling fresh, and he didn't have the mind to waste time on Wan Lin.

It's okay to have a good face.

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(End of this chapter)