Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 23

"Ding ding dong", the forging room sounded like rain falling sharply. While Chen Mou was swinging the sledgehammer, he was observing the order and technique of Master Zhong's small hammer beating. They were all familiar things. He didn't see that Different.

Every time the sword embryo cools down and needs to be tempered before the gap, he will use the air-watching technique to quickly glance at it.

On the surface of the sword embryo, there are dots of light, but it is still not connected into a whole piece.

Zhong Jin seemed to be aware of it, and didn't stop him. Taking advantage of the short time while he was waiting for the sword embryo to burn red again, he pointed out Chen Mou's subtle skills of using the sledgehammer to cooperate with the pile step, emphasizing the old tune of "the form is invisible, the intention is unintentional, and the true meaning comes out unintentionally" Replay.

Wan Lin and Xue Biao also listened carefully, trying to figure out the meaning behind it.

After six rounds of forging basically met the requirements, Master Zhong used a small hammer to forge and trim the edge alone, with several pairs of eyes focused on it, for fear of missing a little bit.

Before quenching, Wan Lin took the initiative to close the doors and windows.

Chen Mou glanced at it with Qi Wang Qi, and was surprised to find that the unconnected light on the surface of the sword embryo had magically formed into pieces. Watching Master Zhong put the sword embryo into the fire, he continued to use Zhan Wang Qi to stare carefully at the slowly turning red The sword embryo can vaguely see the light flowing with the flames, as if it has life.

Until Master Zhong succeeded in quenching, he was still thinking about the node where the change occurred in the backtracking.

Vaguely grasp the key to forging magic weapon.

The next time he observes Master Zhong's forging, he will focus on the last drop of the hammer with the Qi Watching Technique.

Instructing Xue Biao to sharpen his sword and strike the sword, Master Zhong called Chen Mou to the east room to talk, and after sitting down, he asked, "How old are you?"

Chen Mou was taken aback for a moment, Master Zhong wanted to be a matchmaker to introduce female cultivators to him?Of course it is impossible, Master Zhong also advised him to be pure-hearted and stay away from women, and replied: "This year is 27."

Zhong Jin didn't make any more detours, and said with a smile: "On the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, the Forging Bing Pavilion and several sects within three thousand miles nearby will open their gates to recruit disciples, and the Forging Bing Pavilion will recruit an additional 30 outer disciples. At the age of [-], you have a good forging talent, I wonder if you are interested in participating in the examination of the outer disciples of the Forging Pavilion?"

Chen Mou heard something else in the other party's words, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, Master Zhong, for letting me know. Given this opportunity, I am willing to participate in the examination of the outer sect disciples of the Forging Bing Pavilion, but... the level is limited, and I am afraid it will be difficult to pass the examination. ?”

"You have comprehended and mastered the secret art of 'Fire Watching' on your own, and I will write you a recommendation letter. It should not be difficult to pass the assessment."

Zhong Jin smiled and said his way of repaying favors,
Why not do something that benefits without cost?
According to sect secrets, it is inconvenient for him to teach outsiders, but talented and intelligent people have mastered the secret technique by themselves through observing his forging tools, so it is not considered that he violated the rules, and he will not wake up a stupid fool like Wan Lin , even leading to a detour.

A look of joy appeared on Chen Mou's face, and he stood up and cupped his hands: "I am grateful for the great kindness, and I will reward you generously!"

Zhong Jin got up to support him, stretched out his hand to signal to sit down, and said with a smile: "It's just that we don't owe each other, and we don't talk outside words. If we are in the same door in the future, you and I can help each other."

He spoke clearly and did not want to take advantage of the other party.

He also learned different techniques by observing the drawings drawn by Chen Mou.

Furthermore, he really valued the little guy's talent for forging. Since he had this opportunity, who would he not give it to?

Chen Mou said a few polite words, and his impression of Master Zhong changed quite a bit.

This is an aboveboard old Yinbi.

After explaining some matters about the forging house, Zhong Jin walked out of the east room. He had many things to do, otherwise why would he recruit apprentices and helpers?
After work, Chen Mou once again declined Fatty Xue's persistent treat, and agreed to have a meal together after two days of not being busy, and sent away Fatty Xue, who was so happy, to the street stall area at the end of Dongfang, where Chen Mou knew the way Find familiar old bookstalls.

He got acquainted with quite a few stall owners, but it wasn't because the women behind the stalls were pretty and lovely, with breasts and good looks.

"Xiu'er, you are guarding the stall again today, your brother is outrageous, where did you go?"

"Chen Daoyou is here."

The woman called Xiu'er has a pungent temper under her gentle appearance. She has long been used to all kinds of teasing, even teasing her in person. She put down the writing brush in lower script for copying books, stood up and said with a smile, "Do you want to read casually, or look for a book?"

"Help me find all the books on forging. I will look through them and take a few if I agree."

Chen Mou greeted the familiar monks at the nearby booth a few feet away.

The stall area of ​​Dongfang takes up quite a lot of space. The stalls in the first few rows are separated by two feet, and the two-foot-high bluestone platforms are built so that they will not be crowded together. The stalls on the ground behind are all stragglers.

Xiu'er agreed, "Okay, wait a minute", and walked to a pile of neatly arranged books.

Leaning over and bending over, the scenery at the neckline is looming.

Without realizing it, she took out more than a dozen books and stacked them on the small table, stretched out her hand to brush a few strands of hair hanging down, and said with a smile: "It should be here, you bought a few last time."

Chen Mou turned his eyes away a long time ago, sat on the small stool prepared for the guests, and flipped through the books seriously.

Xiu'er glanced at the handsome and dignified Daoxiu who was reading a book under the slanting sun, she chuckled lightly, then turned to greet other guests who came forward, as business started to be busy at this time of day.

Chen Mou looked through it roughly, and he couldn't expect to find the secret art of forging from it, but he could rule out many factors of failure from the experience of senior casual cultivators.

He bought the five books he picked out, and looked at them carefully when he got home. This is how his family fortune slowly accumulated.

I went to the street to buy a jar of wine and a few packs of braised meat and cooked food.

Rushing to Mo Fu's yard, it was almost time for dinner.

Passing the wine and meat to the lively Sui Er, under the greeting of Mo Fu, Chen Mou put down a book and sat down across the table.

"Brother Mo, how old are you this year?"

"Why are you asking about this... I should be 29 this year."

Mo Fu wrinkled his eyebrows and lowered his voice with a smile: "You are so interesting, you want to introduce me to a nun from a good family?"

Chen Mou smirked, thinking of all the beautiful things, and hit him: "It doesn't look like it, I thought you were too old, and you look too old." Most monks are taboo to tell the specific Nian Geng, saying: "I According to the information I heard, within three thousand miles nearby, several sects will recruit disciples and outer disciples on the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, and there is a limit for outer disciples, within 30 years old."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's almost over."

Mo Fu then laughed loudly: "Those old guys have no chance, no matter how exquisite Lingzhi's skills are, it's useless." Turning around, he shouted: "Sui'er, serve good wine, entertaining distinguished guests today."

"All right, sir."

After a sumptuous dinner, Chen Mou went down the mountain in the dark with a stack of books.

For the next ten days or so, after Chen Mou got off work and returned home, he spent most of his time flipping through books and repeatedly figuring out the hammering details of the last stage of Master Zhong's forging of the magic weapon. He also borrowed Brother Mo's collection of books about forging. , carefully browsed word by word, and finally let him draw conclusions from the few words in the book.

Every blacksmith has a set of ways to infuse his own energy into the magic weapon. He continuously forges it with a small hammer, so that the aura in the material of the magic weapon is connected into a whole, and with the catalysis of quenching, a stable form of magic is achieved. device.

It is also commonly known as "Guan Ling".

No wonder it is recorded in the classics that the better the magic weapon, the monk needs to use mana to nourish it and enhance the spirituality of the magic weapon.

After figuring out this method, Chen Mou was very excited.

There is still more than a year to go, if he can find out the secret method of imbuing spirits, forge a low-level magic weapon, and add a recommendation letter from Master Zhong, the quota for an outer disciple will be secured.

He likes to be sure.

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(End of this chapter)