Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

"Don't worry, young marquis. I am good at all kinds of weapons. I will definitely forge a good spear for you."

Huo Bingzi is a square-faced man wearing straw sandals. He was favored by the King of Zhennan in his early years.

So when he knew that Zhong Zhenyue was visiting, he accepted it without waiting for him to speak.

"Uncle Huo, I don't want a spear."

Zhong Zhenyue bowed his hands and said seriously, "I want a hammer."

Brother Li, who saved the situation in Southern Xinjiang, made great contributions, but the court has not expressed anything so far, and Zhong Zhenyue has been feeling aggrieved.

Until his father took him to the court once.

All the nobles, the rich and powerful, all made the war in Southern Xinjiang a minor event with two lips and one tongue, and finally turned it into "Your Majesty's virtue like heaven".

The emperor does not need to reward himself, and finally nothing is done.

Now Brother Li may have come to the capital.

Zhong Zhenyue hoped that he could win the first prize in the Qianlong Conference, stand dazzlingly in front of all the dignitaries, and make them open their eyes and not ignore him.

Huo Bingzi was stunned: "Hammer?? What do you want this thing for?"

"For a friend of mine."

"How can a Qianlong Tianjiao use a hammer..."

It seemed that he suddenly remembered that there was a person whose nickname was called the Little Overlord of the Divine Hammer.

"Then you have to think about it. I can only attack once, and you have to think about your weapon yourself."

"I have thought about it."

Zhong Zhenyue nodded without hesitation.

At this time, the inner courtyard of the sword furnace opened, and the fire poured out like flowing lava.

Huo Bingzi was stunned, and immediately turned around and bowed to the fire.

"Master, you... have come out of retreat?"

"Uncle Huo's master?"

Zhong Zhenyue looked in the direction of his sight, and at the end of his vision stood an old figure, with two fingers missing from his left hand, and his face as dry as orange peel.

One of the four great sword forge masters, Du Wufeng.

After forging the Heavenly Man Sword, he didn't know whether he had some realization or encountered a bottleneck, so he shut down the furnace and sealed the hammer, and has been in retreat ever since.

He himself is also a peak Dharma body expert, only a hair's breadth away from the seventh realm.

"Are you..."

"Haha, what are you thinking about? It's not so easy to be a master..."

Du Wufeng shook his head and looked at Zhong Zhenyue: "Who is this kid? He has a strong body and is a good candidate for the battlefield. He came to learn blacksmithing?"

Huo Bingzi explained: "He is the only son of Prince Zhong. The Qianlong Conference is coming soon, so he asked me to make a hammer for his friend."

"Hammer? Tsk tsk... Are there any little guys using this now?"

A gleam of light flashed across Du Wufeng's turbid old eyes.

Blacksmiths are all skilled in both skills and martial arts, and hammers are the choice of many craftsmen.

Unfortunately, blacksmithing is different from beating people. It takes seven or eight years to be an apprentice. Before he can get on the Qianlong list, he has already passed the age.

"Some seniors, my brother Li is called the Little Overlord of the Divine Hammer. Now he ranks fourth in Qianlong. In southern Xinjiang, he is still..."

Zhong Zhenyue's words have not yet been finished.

An apprentice came running outside and said respectfully: "Master, the prince is here to visit. We are waiting for you at the sword furnace."

"Then go ahead."

Du Wufeng shifted his attention and walked out of the yard with his hands behind his back.

It seemed that the prince interested him more.

Zhong Zhenyue's heart sank.

Would Jiang Yu...

want to ask a master craftsman to forge a mysterious weapon?

He looked at Huo Bingzi and bowed:

"Uncle Huo, I am a little curious about the sword furnace's weapon-making technique. Can you take me to have a look?"

"Of course."

Huo Bingzi seemed to know what he was thinking.

At the same time.

At the door of the sword furnace, several figures walked into a sea of ​​fire and steel.

In the front was a young man who was about to become a young man. He was wearing a Chunyang long gown that was not easily burned by fire. His eyes were clear and bright, and his face was handsome and well-proportioned. He looked more and more like a righteous gentleman.

When Xiao Li arrived at Jianlu, he felt like he was back home.

Even though his temperament looked more like a Confucian scholar, he was out of place here.

He was not the only one who was out of place.

Ying Bing, who was independent from the world, was completely different from this place.

Jiang Chulong looked around carefully. When she was in Tianshan Sword Manor, she spent most of her time in Jianzhong. This was her first time back at Jianlu.

"Are you really going to participate in the Weapon Casting Conference?"

Xie Xuan still couldn't believe it.

He thought it was normal that Li Mo was good at hammering, but a craftsman couldn't be one just because he was good at hammering.

Li Mo is now seventeen years old.

Counting the time spent honing martial arts, how much time can be spent on honing skills?

Most of Jianlu's apprentices are in their twenties or even thirty years old.

"Of course, I feel more at ease when I make the weapons myself."

Li MoLooking at the furnishings here, he nodded.

Xie Xuan said again: "You can participate in the weapon casting conference. First, you have to test your physical strength. Second, you have to bring two assistants during the forging process."

"Is there such a rule?"

"Yes, one assistant is responsible for quenching, and one assistant is responsible for picking materials. Otherwise, you can't participate in the competition."

"Then I have it."

Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who?"

Xie Xuan was just wondering.

Li Mo pointed at Ying Bing and Jiang Chulong.

Ying Bing: "..."

Jiang Chulong: "!"

Xie Xuan: "???"

Xie Xuan, the second-ranked Qianlong, widened his eyes, and his eyes said:

'Are you kidding me? '

Li Mo said: "Quenching requires extremely high control of the temperature, right?"

"That's right." Xie Xuan felt that there was no problem.

"Today, Bingtuozi helped me finish the dish of stir-fried potato shreds with vinegar..."

"Are you sure it's potato shreds?"

"Hey... It doesn't matter what it is, what matters is the control of the heat! It's enough to be a quenching assistant!"

"?"

Li Mo made a √ gesture, indicating that this was reasonable.

"What about picking materials? You let this little girl do it? What can she do?" Xie Xuan pointed at the timid little Princess Jiang and asked.

Li Mo's eyes were full of trust: "She is best at picking up trash!"

"Yes, I like picking up trash the most." Little Princess Jiang nodded seriously, and what Brother Li said was right.

"???"

Xie Xuan was full of complaints and didn't know how to vent.

Is this right? Is this reasonable?

Little Li doesn't care whether it's reasonable or not.

Sorting assistant√!

"Forget it, then follow me to submit the Xuantie Order."

Xie Xuan shook his head.

When the time comes, he will find a few more famous tools to use for Li Mo and others.

Just thinking this, he stepped into the Sword Furnace Hall and found that the hall was very quiet at the moment.

It shouldn't be.

There wouldn't be so few people here on weekdays, let alone when the Weapon Casting Conference is approaching.

"Li... Brother Li?"

Zhong Zhenyue was originally selecting the shape of the hammer soldier, but he didn't expect Li Mo to suddenly appear in front of him.

"Old Zhong, long time no see, are you here to find a craftsman to cast a weapon?"

Li Mo saw that the middle-aged man next to Zhong Zhenyue had a furnace in his breath.

He was obviously a skilled craftsman.

"Yes, Brother Li is also..."

"That's not the case, I'm here to participate."

"Huh??"