Inside the palace, Qingfeng Taoist Temple.

Since the old eunuch Zhou Jianbo set himself on fire, the place has been managed by a retired old eunuch Wang Chong.

A temporary wrought iron stove was built in the backyard of the Taoist temple, about one foot high.

At noon that day, the raging fire flames shot into the sky, explosive sparks shot out all over the sky, and the clanking sound of iron resounded throughout the Taoist temple.

Two eunuchs and a child stood in front of the stove. Guo Xuanwu stared at the red and shiny iron bars on the anvil with a pair of big eyes without blinking. His little face was flushed by the fire.

But he remained unmoved at all.

The blacksmith is a burly man, about forty years old, with bronze skin. He is very strong. His naked upper body looks shiny when reflected by the fire. With each swing of the hammer, the muscles on his body are getting stronger.

Sliding, it's like a naughty little mouse hiding inside, running around.

What he hit was an iron bar about half a meter long. His technique was heavy and accurate. Sparks shot out every time he hammered it. After hitting it once, the iron bar seemed to have lost a layer of skin, but it was still red and bright all over.

, this technology has reached the level of perfection.

He is the chief swordsmith---Jianlu, who is the number one smelter in the entire continent.

Jianlu used tongs to pick up the red iron bar that was made as thin as a piece of paper, looked at it several times, looked satisfied, and threw it into the water tank next to it, "Hi!

Zhizhi!" The sound of quenching iron sounded, and a curl of green smoke came out of the water tank.

Jianlu let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and looked around casually as if he was relieved, only to find Guo Xuanwu and the three of them.

Jianlu frowned and ignored them. He put the cold iron bars in the water tank back into the stove, then put down the hammer and tongs and walked to a huge stone stone not far away.

Beside the table.

In front of the stone table, there were five young and strong young men gathered around. They were all disciples of Jianlu, and they were all tapping a pile of shiny steel pieces of different lengths on the table.

Jianlu gently picked up a longer steel piece on the table, about three feet four inches long, and it looked like it should be the blade of a sword.

Jianlu brought it close to his eyes and looked at it carefully. There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he was looking at his lover in a state of intoxication. He stroked the sword blade, which was only two inches wide, with two fingers. That look,

It's almost to the point where I can't put it down.

The midday sun reflected a dazzling light on the sword. As it turned slightly, the two words engraved on the sword flashed away - "Xuanwu".

It’s the Xuanwu Divine Sword!

The pile of shiny steel pieces on the table are all parts of the Xuanwu Sword. The Xuanwu Divine Sword has actually been disassembled!

After staring for a long time, Jianlu asked: "When can the mechanical spring 'hidden lock' on the sword hilt be installed?"

Disciple Chen Xing said respectfully: "Master, it will be completed in three days!"

Jianlu nodded slightly, pointed to a drawing on the table and said: "I will be able to create the blade of this dagger in three days. The design of the machine spring in the handle is very complicated. It is for me."

What I have seen in my life is that you have to be extremely attentive and not make any mistakes. In addition, the designer of this drawing - Zhuge Yun, is by no means an ordinary person. You have to remember this person's name firmly.

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Chen Xing concentrated on grinding the copper plate of the machine spring and said in response: "Disciple, remember it!"

Guo Xuanwu was very well-behaved and clever. When he saw Jianlu stop, he quickly held a cup of fragrant tea in his hands and handed it to Jianlu's eyes respectfully.

Looking down at Guo Xuanwu who was holding the tea, Jianlu's eyes flashed with a look of disgust, which turned into pity and sympathy, with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, staring at Bao Bao and Wanxiang behind Guo Xuanwu, and scolded him without any shame: "You two shady people, get out of here! Otherwise, you will not contaminate the spiritual energy of the divine sword!"

Bao Luo and Wan Xiang didn't dare to say a word, and retreated ten meters away in dismay.

Jianlu looked at his eldest apprentice Chen Xing and said solemnly: "Xing'er, come here, my master will teach you the deepest level of sword-making skills called 'Wang Qi' today!"

Chen Xing stopped what he was doing and said excitedly: "Master! My disciple is dull and his skills are still shallow. I'm afraid he still won't be able to understand the 'Way of Wang Qi'. It will take another three to five years. I'll wait for my disciple to learn more."

Let’s talk about it after we have some success!”

Jianlu's expression darkened, and he sighed softly: "As a teacher, you have your own plans. How much you can understand depends entirely on your luck! Follow me!"

He strode to the stove, pointed at the stove and said: "Chen Xing, increase the charcoal fire in the stove! The charcoal is called 'Huo Mo', and it is made of thousand-year-old millet wood. The fire is not closed when the cellar is closed.

, with super firepower, it is a must for smelting meteorite iron and steel. You have already learned the method of making fire ink, so you won’t repeat it!”

Chen Xing's left hand pulled the bellows slowly and unhurriedly, and his right palm was facing the charcoal fire in the furnace. A hot air slowly spread out from the palm of his hand. The fireworks in the furnace gradually became hotter, and the flames turned green.

White, not long ago, the charcoal in the furnace has been completely burned, the green and white flames are rising upwards in waves, and the light smoke gathers above the furnace mouth and never disperses.

Jianlu stood by the stove, his expression dull and motionless, he just stared at the flames, as if he was crazy.

This was very painful for Chen Xing. He kept stimulating the flame. As time went by, it became too much for him. He couldn't help but ask: "Master, is it okay?"

"It will take a while!"

Jianlu looked up at his sweaty look, and felt a little unbearable, but his tone became more stern: "Hold on! Work harder! Be sure to be steady! Neither fast nor slow! Keep your eyes on the fire, what?

Call it perfection?!"

After hearing this last sentence, Chen Xing felt as if he was enlightened. His eyes lit up and his whole body was in high spirits. He stared at the fire with a focused expression, and the fatigue he felt just now was swept away.

Chen Xing already had some experience with Wangqi Yiyi. Today, his master reminded him of it and instantly solved the confusion that had been lingering in his mind. He was extremely excited!

"Hoo! Hoo..."

The fire burned hotter and hotter, and the temperature of the surrounding air became higher and higher. The lingering green smoke above the furnace mouth began to slowly fade, and finally turned into air and dissipated cleanly.

"Got it!"

Jianlu shouted loudly: "Now! The flame is pure blue, and there is not a trace of white air allowed!"

Chen Xing was so nervous that he had no time to reply. He stared desperately at the fireworks in the furnace. The azure blue fire was deeply imprinted in his mind and would never be forgotten.

Jianlu stretched out his hands, and the iron tongs and hammer on the table flew into his hands. He quickly took out the white and bright iron bar from the furnace, pressed it on the anvil, and made sparks with the hammer.

Flying shot.

The hammer fell faster and faster, so much so that Guo Xuanwu on the side couldn't see clearly. He could only see a ball of light and shadow trembling constantly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Jianlu suddenly stopped. The iron bars had turned dark red. He shook his left hand and the iron bars flew up into the air and fell into the water tank with a "plop".

"Chi~~~" A puff of green smoke rose up.

"The speed must be fast, and there must be no gaps. Only in this way can it be strong but not brittle---steel can be tempered a hundred times!"

Chen Xing nodded with concentration on his face.

Jianlu nodded with satisfaction and said: "Master has taught you the secret of smelting. As for the ingredients to be added, I have left you a secret book. I hope you can study it thoroughly and add more in the future."

tile to make it even more perfect!”

At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded: "Master Jianlu! The Za family is absolutely honest and has brought you your only son Jianyi. Why are you so angry and scolding those two dog slaves for what they did?"

When will the things that the Zajia want be completed?"
Chapter completed!