After a while, the iron block was burned red. Zhang Deming clamped it with iron pliers and placed it on the anvil. Chen Zairong swung the hammer with his left hand and was about to smash it. Chen Wanrong hurriedly reminded: "If you have any injuries on your hand, don't swing it if you can't."

Chen Zairong is a good sword man. He should not say any skin injuries, even if he is seriously injured, he laughed: "Brother, it's okay. If there is any injury on his right hand, he will hit him like his left hand. Look." The hammer hit the iron block and made a loud bang. The fiery red iron filings splashed everywhere, and a few of them flew straight towards Chen Wanrong. Chen Wanrong hurriedly dodged.

"Don't worry about him. This kid has two fingers that can swing a hammer, let alone a bad hand." Zhang Deming half-jokingly asked seriously, "Why did your hand get hurt?"

Chen Zairong was ignorant and said with a smile: "How can those who practice martial arts not be injured? This small injury is nothing." The sledgehammer in his hand rose and fell, and accurately hit the iron block. The iron block slowly extended under the forging of the two of them until the temperature dropped. They stopped, and Zhang Deming put the iron block into the stove and reheated it.

Impotting an iron is a very tiring job. After dozens of hammers, Zhang Deming was a little panting, and he poked it in the stove while wiping the sweat on his forehead. On the other hand, Chen Zairong stood in the local area with a smile, his face was not red, and he was breathless, as if he was a mobile game. Zhang Deming was envious: "You are good people who practice martial arts! You are so strong, just follow me to make an iron, don't study." The last sentence was a joke.

When people become familiar, they speak casually. Chen Zairong teased: "A person like me is capable, who can read and read, and he is very good at fist and martial arts. Can you afford to ask for it?"

"Can't afford it? I'll give you a sword in a month, which will count the wages." Zhang Deming was not outdone and put the re-burned iron block on the anvil.

Chen Zairong was not a loser either. He swung the sledgehammer and responded while hitting: "Then I'll give you one day in a month."

A sword has a market value of two or three hundred cigarettes, and it is too cost-effective to earn two or three hundred cigarettes a day. Zhang Deming refused: "Dream."

The two of them were joking and forging. Not long after, the sword body had already taken shape. Chen Wanrong became an idle person. He had nothing to do, so he helped to arrange the stove and add some charcoal to the stove. The fire was whirring laughter under his care. The flames were blue and faint, and they looked particularly beautiful.

Zhang Deming put the cooled sword body back into the furnace and praised: "Wanrong, how long have you learned to make iron? The fire is very high, and the blue flame is not something that the master can't burn. I taught him for a long time to learn it."

If you just swing a sledgehammer, making iron is a physical job, and you can do it with strength. If you want to become a skilled craftsman, it is a technical job, and you have knowledge everywhere. Chen Wanrong learned it without a teacher and burned the fire so well. Not only Zhang Deduo was surprised, but even Chen Zairong was also a little surprised: "Brother, I didn't realize that you have this trick, which is much better than I did at the beginning."

The higher the inner flame temperature, the bluer the flame. This is common sense. People who study chemical engineering will not even know this. To do this, you only need to add more charcoal to make the charcoal burn fully. Unexpectedly, they praised it so much. Humility is Chen Wanrong's virtue. A humble sentence: "Cook whatever you want, don't say it good."

In Zhang Deming's memory, Chen Wanrong used to be like a lump of wood and rarely did things that were satisfying. If someone praised him, his tail would be so happy that he would be so upset. If he had a tail, such a humble thing had not been done yet, and he could not help but feel a big favor: "Wanrong, you are so humble." He put the red-hot sword body back into the anvil forging.

Chen Wanrong was responsible for the fire, Zhang Deming and Chen Zairong were responsible for the forging. The three of them had a clear division of labor and cooperated tacitly. After about half an hour, a sword was basically formed. The next step was to dip the fire and rekindle the fire and then deal with it.

Ancient Chinese steel technology has always been in the world's leading position. It has a complete set of technology. Zhang Deming handled it the same way, and it took him half an hour to complete it. It was complex and rigorous, which surprised Chen Wanrong. Our ancestors were meticulous in technology. No wonder the swords such as Longquan, Gan Jiang, and Mo Xie were able to be passed down through the ages because our ancestors tried their best.

Seeing that the sword had already been completed, Chen Zairong was so anxious that he seemed to be eager to pick the ripe peach monkey. He snatched it from Zhang Deming and looked it carefully.

The yao Tie was initially inconspicuous and had no light, but after being forged, a sword flashed with green light and the cold air was so cold that Chen Wanrong was also curious. He went up and took a look and saw that the sword was covered with ladder-like patterns, like flowing clouds and water, which was extremely beautiful, and he secretly praised him.

Chen Zairong saw such a good sword with patterns for the first time. What made him most excited was that the sword belonged to him. His face was so excited that it was red and he kept beating. He bounced his right middle finger on the sword, making a crisp sound, as pleasant as the musical sound made by a musical instrument.

He had a special understanding of the sword. He knew that it was a good sword of high quality when he heard the sound. He held the hilt tightly and covered his chest, and his eyes turned into lanterns.

Zhang Deming cast such a good sword for the first time in his life. Although Chen Zairong had no words of praise, his behavior and expression were already the best words of praise. He suddenly felt like a soulmate, and he was light and patted on Chen Zairong's shoulder. Although he only beat him, he was endless words of praise.

The three of them focused on the sword, admiring the good sword, no one spoke, and the room was extremely quiet. After a while, Zhang Deduo broke the silence: "The sword is a good sword, much better than the sword I shot last time. It can be said that even ten such swords cannot compare to this one..."

Chen Zairong agreed with this: "Of course, how can I compare to it?"

Zhang Deming continued, "But, time is too hasty, and it is not good enough to build it in too haste. You kid, it doesn't taste good to eat without a sword for a day. Just do it. Use it first, and I will hit you well and shoot a better sword when I have time."

Now this sword is of good quality, and it is rare to meet it. It can be treasured. There is still a big gap in the sword. When Chen Zairong heard this, he was so excited that he swallowed a few saliva before speaking: "Thank you, Master Zhang."

"For you kid, I, Zhang Deming, have invested a lot of money. Who told you to like it? I will install the hilt of the sword for you, and then you can use it." Zhang Deming took the sword, went to the wall to sit down, and started installing the hilt of the sword.

Chen Zairong hurriedly followed him, stood beside Zhang Deming, watching him pretend to be the hilt of the sword.

The sword is known as the "King of Hundred Soldiers". Chen Wanrong has seen and played, but he has never watched it throughout the whole process. His curiosity is not inferior to Chen Zairong, but he also stands beside Zhang Deming. Zhang Deming is skillful in his movements and deserves to be a master.

"Look at this green light, it must be extremely sharp when it is opened." Chen Zairong began to look forward to the extremely sharp sword.

Zhang Deming was not as optimistic as him. He shook his head and said, "This sword is the best I have built in my life, but it is still apart from others. I have seen a treasure knife, which is sharp. Throwing silk in the air, the blade only needs to be dragged, and the silk immediately divides into two halves without any burrs. Such a sharp sword is really a reputation as breaking gold and jade."

Chen Zairong’s favorite thing is weapons. When he heard that there were such magical weapons in the world, he became curious and leaned against Zhang Deming’s shoulder and shook gently: “Master Zhang, what kind of sword is it? Tell me quickly and know. I must go and see it.”
Chapter completed!