The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 61 Ten Colored Flames and Black Iron Stone [Please collect and recommend]

"After all, I'm still not in a good mood!" Yan Yan sighed and looked leisurely at the girl on the treetops. He was compensating himself!
Shao Siming also clearly felt that the way Yan Yan looked at her was different. In the past, Yan Yan looked at her with a look of appreciation and curiosity, but now there was an inexplicable bond.

"Come with me!" Three days later in the morning, Uncle He came alone, wearing a bamboo hat, obviously trying to act quietly.

Yan Yan also put on a bamboo hat and left Hebofang with Qixing Longyuan and Hebo.

"You want to take the Suzaku?" Yan Yan looked at the Mo family's Suzaku who appeared in front of him with some surprise.

"Don't look around, don't ask too many questions!" Uncle He reminded in a low voice, nodding towards the Suzaku disciples.

Zhuque took He Bo, Yan Yan and Shao Siming to fly high, crossed the high mountains and stopped deep in a big mountain.

"Where is this?" Yan Yan asked curiously.

But Uncle He didn't answer, he just led the two of them out of Suzaku and into a cave.

The steps of the cave went down, and the heat became more and more intense as they walked. After a long time, a cave in the cave appeared in front of the three of them.

The stone bridge connects the stone pillars in the magma, leading to a large platform on the magma.

"Underground magma!" Yan Yan did not expect that there was such a sword-making workshop in Hebofang, and that swords were made using the temperature of magma.

"No more!" Uncle He finally spoke.

"The temperature of the magma cannot meet the requirements for quenching some ores, so this sword-making platform has other means to make the temperature of the magma even higher!"

Yan Yan looked at the flames on the casting platform. According to the color of the flames, the flames on the casting platform were divided into several types: dark red, deep red, orange, pure orange, kumquat, golden, golden white, pure white, White, blue, green!

There were also many people standing in front of the casting platform. They all took off their hats and exposed their faces.

Yan Yan knew Lao Hebo and Gao Tang, the leader of the Sword Alliance, but he didn't know the rest.

"Moyangfang, the leader of the Mo family, Mrs. Xu!"

"Master Deng's workshop, Master Deng!"

"The master swordsmith of Chu State, Mi Liang!"

……

He Bo introduced the identities of these people one by one. All of them were master swordsmiths!

"I've met all the masters!" Yan Yan also didn't expect that the recasting of Qixing Longyuan would allow so many sword-making masters to join forces.

"They are not here to recast the Seven-Star Longyuan!" He Bo shook his head.

It's just that reforging the Seven Stars Long Yuan can't attract so many swordsmith masters. What can really make the swordsmith master personally die is to forge a new famous sword with his own hands!
But Hebo didn't explain.

"This is the secret of my Hebofang!" Old Hebo said in a low voice.

"Shi Color Yan is indeed the most exquisite Hebofang!" Mrs. Xu was also a little envious.

Different flames have different temperatures. Hebofang can distinguish the flames according to temperature and color, which is something that other sword-making workshops cannot envy.

It's not that they don't know the relationship between flame color and temperature, but if they want to separate such a stable difference and maintain a permanent existence, only Hebofang in the entire Sword Alliance can do it. "This hand..." Yan Yan was equally shocked when he saw that each master swordsmith dared to use his body to test the temperature of the flame.

You must know that even the lowest temperature dark red, the flame temperature can reach 600°C. No one knows how far the final cyan can reach, but these people actually dared to try it with their bodies!
"Don't mess around, you'll be burned to death, but don't blame us for not warning you!" Hebo looked at the swordsmiths who wanted to try the golden flame before speaking slowly.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, if you encounter flames above gold, it will be in vain!
Mrs. Xu and other sword-making masters are not stupid either. I am envious of them, and they will die before they leave the battlefield!

Who knows what the temperature will be back there!

"First recast the Seven-Star Longyuan and awaken the sword spirit!" Old Hebo looked at the crowd and said.

"When the old boss opens his mouth, we should do our best!" Mrs. Xu and others all smiled to show respect. After all, the old boss is their elder.

"Give me the Seven-Star Longyuan!" He Bo asked Yan Yan to take away the Seven-Star Longyuan and put it on the sword-making platform.

At this time, a piece of black ore less than the size of a fist was already placed in the center of the sword-making platform. Under the burning of the flames, the black ore actually reflected a colorful light.

"Do you know the difference between black and black?" Old Hebo watched with Yan Yan aside, then pointed at the ore and asked.

Yan Yan shook his head. They all say black is black, but since black is black, why is there still the word black?

"Black is pure black, but black is different. Black can only be seen in black at ordinary times, but under the light, it will be colorful, so it is called black!" Old Hebo explained black. The difference between black and white.

"For example, crows, we think crows are black, but under the sun, you will find that they are not black, but colorful. Therefore, crows are also called flames, ink crows, black crows, etc.!"

Yan Yan nodded. This was the first time he clearly understood the difference between black and black!

"That piece of ore is Liuhe Elite, and it also has a name, Black Iron Stone!" Old Uncle He continued.

"Xuan Tie!" Yan Yan was stunned. This name was familiar. No matter in the world of immortals or martial arts, none of the weapons made by Xuan Tie seemed to be ordinary!

"Just such a small piece is not enough to make a dagger, right?" Yan Yan asked doubtfully.

Xuan Tie is only half the size of a fist, how did he forge a three-foot Qingfeng?
"Not enough?" Old Uncle He looked at Yan Yan with some pain, you really don't know how precious black iron is, right?

"Just such a small piece is enough to build three famous swords!" Old Hebo said distressedly.

"Ah?" Yan Yan was even more surprised. Even if he melted all the black iron, the molten iron wouldn't be enough to make a dagger. Flying knives are still possible!
"Good steel is used on the blade! You wouldn't think that all the famous swords made by Xuantie are made of Xuantie?" Old Hebo finally understood Yan Yan's doubts.

"Isn't it?" Yan Yan was confused.

"Of course not. It is said that it is made of black iron. In fact, it is just because one of the most precious materials for casting this sword is black iron, not mainly black iron!"

"As long as a tiny bit of black iron is added to some swords, the sword can be transformed from an ordinary sword into a rare sword!" Old Hebo explained.

"After fusing the molten iron of Xuantie with other metals, the sword will become stronger. This is the function of Xuantie."

Lao Hebo kept introducing to Yan Yan some basic knowledge of swordsmiths, letting Yan Yan know the functions of some ores commonly used in sword making.

"The task of the swordsmith is to fuse these metals with each other and fit them perfectly so that the sword perfectly retains the advantages of these ores and avoids defects!"

(End of this chapter)