The God and Buddha are actually me

"Okay, here we go."

Facing Mr. Nie's orders, Zhang Jiuyang did not explain anything, but took off his shirt, revealing the same strong and smooth muscles, and walked towards the bellows neatly.

Seeing this scene, Nie Longquan showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This kid has extremely good bones and looks much stronger than the others just now.

Zhang Jiuyang put his hand on the wooden handle of the bellows and prepared to pull it, but when he exerted a little force, he showed a look of surprise.

So heavy!

The feeling was like being forcibly dragging a heavy train. The gears and the rails produced severe friction, and every movement was extremely heavy.

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why those strong young men just now collapsed from exhaustion.

"Boy, my bellows is a treasure. The flames it produces are enough to burn meteorites from the sky. It just sinks a little. Can you do it?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and did not speak. Instead, he took a deep breath. His blood surged like a river, and the earthworm-like muscles on his arms were intertwined.

Boom~

The heavy bellows was pulled by him, and the secret text on it began to flow with green light, which seemed to be some kind of mysterious spell. Then, the howling wind was poured into the furnace nearby.

In an instant, the fire was boiling and the heat was surging.

There was a strange look in Nie Longquan's eyes. He was such a boy with natural supernatural powers. His foundation was amazing. He was no worse than that girl.

What surprised him even more was that Zhang Jiuyang pulled the bellows faster and faster, and the flames in the fire suddenly burned brightly, burning the originally black stove red and hot.

"Every time you pull it nine times, stop for a moment, otherwise my sword refining furnace will explode."

Nie Longquan was very satisfied with this young man, and his voice became much gentler.

"good."

Zhang Jiuyang didn't talk nonsense, he just continued to pull the bellows and strictly followed Nie Longquan's words.

Nie Longquan also lowered his head and continued to beat the piece of fine steel.

For a moment, the snow furnace became quiet, with only the whistling sound of the bellows, the crackling sound of the fire burning, and the impact sound of the steel being beaten, there was an inexplicable harmony.

After an unknown amount of time, even Zhang Jiuyang felt a dull soreness in his arm and was sweating profusely. Nie Longquan finally put down the hammer in his hand and shook his arm.

"Boy, open the stove door, be careful, don't get burned."

He handed over a piece of black cloth and motioned to Zhang Jiuyang to pad his hands with the cloth.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and reached out directly to press the hot red stove.

"Stop it quickly——"

Nie Longquan's words came to an abrupt end, because the slender white hand pressed against the handle of the stove door showed no trace of burns, and the young man's expression was even more calm.

The furnace door opened, and the flames inside surged out, but they automatically avoided Zhang Jiuyang's body as if they were spiritual.

"The fire is good, hot enough."

Zhang Jiuyang actually reached out his hand, reached into the fire and felt the temperature, and was amazed.

Nie Longquan was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

"I wonder how Master Nie plans to forge this pair of swords?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the swords in the stove, his eyes flickering.

As if aware of his gaze, the sword as red as jade actually made a clanging sound, which seemed to indicate joy, and was a bit clearer than before.

Ghost-killing sword!

The other sword is naturally Yue Ling's Dragon Bird Sword. This precious sword that was once broken in the hand of the painting owner seems to have been reborn and reforged at this moment.

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood. No wonder Yue Ling mysteriously asked him to take away the Ghost-Slaying Sword two days ago. It turned out to be because Nie Longquan came back and she asked him to specially recast this sword.

"It seems that you are the owner of this sword, Zhang Jiuyang."

Nie Longquan heard the sound of the sword and understood instantly. He smiled loudly and said: "This sword's real name is Taiyue. Like the Dragon Bird Sword and the Overlord Spear, it is a legendary weapon forged by the ancestors of my Nie family for the God of War. "

Zhang Jiuyang was startled. He didn't expect that the Taiyue Sword was originally forged by the ancestors of the Nie family.

"Yue Yatou's Dragon Bird Sword was modified by me. I added fire seal script and phoenix blood purple gold. Its power has been increased countless times. I don't know what kind of dangerous battle it will take to break it."

The Dragon Bird Sword was his favorite work. For the weapon refiner, he knew his work best. The fact that the Dragon Bird Sword could be broken showed that the situation at that time was extremely dangerous.

"Boy, what about you? Who helped you modify this ghost-slaying sword?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

The works of his ancestors were processed by himself privately. The most important thing was that he didn't have any ability to refine weapons, so he purely relied on the spells of Master Zhong Kui.

"Well, I practiced it myself."

Although a little embarrassed, Zhang Jiuyang still admitted it bravely.

Nie Longquan didn't seem surprised, but said with a smile: "No wonder the handling of this sword is so rough, it's like a child's graffiti. The apprentices I have taught are much better than your craftsmanship."

Zhang Jiuyang coughed and lowered his head.

"but……"

Nie Longquan changed his words and said: "The tempering fire of this sword and the seal-carving curse are extraordinary. It has created an excellent sword embryo for it. It only needs a little polishing to bloom into an unparalleled edge." !”

"Boy, you are very talented."

Zhang Jiuyang was a little ashamed. He knew his own family affairs. He had a fart talent, which was purely inherited from the great master Zhong Kui.

Nie Longquan took out the swords, then covered them with his own tempered soft steel, picked up the hammer and continued to beat, letting the soft steel seep into the swords bit by bit.

"Boy, you and Yue Yatou are blessed. I originally found a piece of high-quality meteorite iron at the bottom of the East China Sea and wanted to make a dragon-head iron crutch to give to Yushuang, but Yushuang refused and asked me to recast it for you two. Sword."

"The amount of meteorite iron is too small, so I first smelt it into molten iron and blended it into hundred-forged fine steel, and then forged it into the sword through tens of thousands of hammerings. During this process, I had to forge it from time to time. Put the sword into the furnace to temper it with spiritual fire, and never let the temperature drop..."

While beating, Nie Longquan explained to Zhang Jiuyang. He spoke very carefully, as if he was deliberately teaching Zhang Jiuyang how to refine weapons.

After tens of thousands of impacts, the Dragon Bird Sword and the Ghost Slayer Sword were put into the furnace again, and Zhang Jiuyang pulled the bellows again.

Repeat this until late at night.

Zhang Jiuyang quietly opened his eyes and saw the increasingly rich sword energy in the furnace. The seven-star pattern on the sword became more brilliant, and the whole body was as red as jade, with fewer and fewer flaws.

"After all the forging is completed, the furnace can be opened in seven or forty-nine days. By then, I believe this sword will definitely surprise you."

Nie Longquan's face showed a hint of confidence, which was the pride of being a master swordsmith.

In fact, even he is very curious about this sword now. After burning out the impurities and recasting it from the ashes, what level can it achieve?

Maybe there will be another world-shaking divine sword in this world.

"Thank you Master Nie!"

Zhang Jiuyang bowed and saluted.

"Don't thank me so early. Starting from tomorrow, from noon to You hour every day, remember to come here to fan the fire. After all, my old bones are a bit overwhelmed."

"good."

Zhang Jiuyang readily agreed. After all, it was his own sword, so of course he had to be more attentive. Moreover, it was not entirely a hard job. Master Nie was very open-minded and allowed himself to watch while forging without any secrets.

This kind of heart is admirable.

Just now he looked at the opponent's hammering technique, and he had a vague understanding, but it was not clear enough. Maybe he would be able to understand the mystery after seeing it more.

Looking at Zhang Jiuyang walking away, a smile flashed across Nie Longquan's face.

This guy is a nice guy, with a strong body and strong bones. He seems to be practicing some kind of powerful fire magic. No wonder someone as amazing as Yue Yatou would be very fond of him.

But this kid had been watching his hammering technique just now, and he looked thoughtful. Could it be that he had figured out the secret of Dayan's Thirty-six Hammers?

How is that possible!

The thirty-six hammers of Dayan imply the number of Tiangang, which is indescribably wonderful. It is the unique skill of the Nie family. How can it be learned just by looking at it?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

If this kid can learn it secretly, he will never blacksmith again in his life! ! !

…

Time flies.

Zhang Jiuyang rarely lived a very peaceful life.

He especially cherished this hard-won peaceful time. In the morning, he practiced the Yue family's mental skills under the supervision of Yue Ling and meditated to improve his skills. In the afternoon, he went to Nie Longquan to fan fire and make swords, observe the opponent's hammering skills, and learn some weapon refining. skills.

In the evening, Yue Ling took Ah Li to drill the rampant soldiers and taught them how to cooperate in battle formations. The methods of army management and training were really like thunder and lightning. In just a few days, the military appearance of the rampant soldiers increased several times. times, which opened Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

The dragon girl worked hard to break through in Dongyang Lake, and the three little guys also practiced hard every day. While Yue Ling taught them, she did not relax her own training. Zhang Jiuyang was ashamed of her self-discipline and hard work.

Therefore, he also seized every inch of time and practiced the Jade Cauldron Xuan Gong at night, and did not fall asleep until he couldn't stand it any longer.

Calm, fulfilled, happy.

It seemed as if all the disturbances in the outside world were gradually fading away, and all the conspiracies and intrigues had nothing to do with him.

With a clear mind and feedback on his practice, he can feel his progress every day and seems to be getting closer to the fourth realm.

Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and just practice Taoism.

Until the sound of firecrackers woke him up.

Snowflakes were falling from the sky. Ah Li and Ao Ya were rolling around on the snow wearing little red coats, holding a large handful of New Year's money sealed in red paper.

“Brother Ninth, it’s Chinese New Year~”

Ah Li took Ao Ya and knelt down to kowtow to him. She kowtowed briefly, but Ao Ya was sincere and hit his forehead so hard that the floor tiles were broken.

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help laughing, shook his head and smiled, then took out some silver coins from his arms and gave them to them. Of course, he did not forget Xiao Qingji.

It was rare for the three little guys not to practice hard today, so Yue Ling gave them a day off.

After receiving the New Year's money, they walked together and cheered to find the next 'financier'. Not long after, there were many broken green bricks on the ground of the Shen family.

That posture is impossible to use without any less.

Looking at their cheering figures, Zhang Jiuyang showed a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Has it been a year?

It was the New Year. Looking at the red lanterns hanging everywhere in Shen's mansion and listening to the sound of firecrackers outside, he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of loneliness.

After all, he is a Liren, a person who has left his hometown.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

Living in a different world, I will never be able to return home in this life, only then can I understand the weight of this poem.

I wonder how many of those friends from my previous life will think of me?

How many sincere New Year greetings will you receive on your mobile phone’s WeChat?

Just when his thoughts were a little low, a hand gently tapped his shoulder.

Zhang Jiuyang turned around and saw a plate of steaming dumplings, but they didn't look very good. They were all crooked and cracked, and some of them had broken skins.

Yue Ling was wearing a red robe, holding the bowl of steaming dumplings, and her heroic eyes were a little unnatural.

"It's my first time making dumplings, so my skills are not good. Just make do with it."

"Don't worry, I won't poison you."

Seeing that Zhang Jiuyang didn't take it, but just looked at her quietly, Yue Ling was a little surprised and said, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

"Eat it quickly. If it doesn't taste good...just bear with it."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly smiled, took the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth. With a light bite, the fragrance of the meat filling spread on his taste buds.

Although it doesn't look good, it tastes pretty good!

"By the way, I asked, the Huangquan Banquet has not been held because of the tenth heavenly stem. They said that every time a new heavenly stem joins, it will be postponed for a long time-"

Yue Ling suddenly shook her head and said, "I didn't come here to hear this."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned, looking at her beautiful face without makeup. Under the moonlight, her skin was like a white jade, and her eyes were bright, like the morning star.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Then what do you want to hear?"

"Are the dumplings delicious?"

"Delicious."

Yue Ling smiled faintly and said, "That's what I want to hear."

Ignoring the falling snow on the ground, she put her long skirt together and sat with Zhang Jiuyang openly, watching him eat dumplings with a smile in her eyes.

Neither of them spoke, but Zhang Jiuyang's heart was surprisingly calm, and the sense of alienation from the world disappeared in an instant.

It was like snowflakes slowly melting in her palm.

"Nineth Brother, Nineth Brother!"

"Ao Ya and Qing Ji are fighting again~"

A Li came to complain from a distance, and shouted from a distance, the crisp voice seemed to cover the falling snowflakes.

He and Yue Ling looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"How can you be the second sister--"

Zhang Jiuyang was about to teach her a lesson, but his expression suddenly froze, and then the gentle smile disappeared, replaced by a solemn look.

The Huangquan Order in his mind shone brightly.

In this warm courtyard, his figure gradually disappeared.

The postponed Huangquan Banquet finally started!

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