Passion. Passion only ignited Long Xiaoqi's fighting spirit and made him work harder. But no matter how hard he worked, he could not integrate himself into tempering himself. Masculinity needs femininity to neutralize him. He is like a wolf that cannot be fed, and he has to be entangled with Zhao Ying every night. He thought this would be better, but he was wrong.

"Clink!Clink!Clink!..."

The heavy sound of iron thrusts sounded one after another, and every hammer of Long Xiaoqi would knock off countless impurities on the iron block. Even his beating made the Gurkha warriors look sideways because of his power and the heavy weight of each hammer, which is definitely comparable to these warriors. Even if every Gurkha warrior started using iron hammers when he was young, there was a gap compared to Long Xiaoqi.

It is a kind of beauty, the perfect combination of the arms and the body, so that no flaws can be found. All power is used just right, and he can apply all the power to the hammer and then on the burning iron block. When others temper a piece of fine iron, he can temper two pieces and have a higher purity.

But it was just a stimulating iron. He had no idea how to temper himself. He was still anxious. One day after the days, his silence deepened a little. This would not work. Others were ironworking, but he was not here to make a simulator. If he was just a simulator, Long Xiaoqi had become an excellent blacksmith.

"Temper yourself? Temper yourself? What should I do?" Long Xiaoqi was confused.

Rather than being confused, it would be better to say that he retreated and was afraid. He was pressed by the mountain and didn't even know what to do. No one explained to him that Zhao Ying was his little wife every day, looking at him quietly and smilingly... But all of this worked, nothing worked!

"Wife, what should I do? I can't settle down and temper myself, I'm afraid!" At night, Long Xiaoqi kept asking Zhao Ying.

"Well... Maybe you'll get better after a night's sleep." Zhao Ying always answered like this.

Maybe, maybe... Long Xiaoqi, who gets this kind of answer every night, is not satisfied, but no matter he is satisfied with walking, he cannot take this step. Pressure will crush people to death and will also imprison someone tightly. At this moment, this is the case with Long Xiaoqi, he is imprisoned so tightly. All the freedom and rebelliousness in the past were destroyed by this pressure.

The eldest brother has to die, the young brother has to die, and Zhao Ying has to die, and he has to die too! No, they cannot be allowed to die, they have to live well, live forever, and in the end they have to live like an old monster.

But how can I live? I can’t temper myself, so how can I become an assassin? Do I have the advantages of an assassin? Can I become an assassin? I am impetuous, I feel guilty, I am afraid...

Day after day, two months have passed. Not only did Long Xiaoqi not improve at all, but his whole spirit is in a state of collapse. The young man still doesn't speak, still has a cold face, looking at it every day, I don't know what to think about. Zhao Ying is still her little wife, smiling with a satisfied smile every day. This is her happiest time... Maybe it is.

"Clink!Clink!Clink!..."

Long Xiaoqi beat the iron block very skillfully. As he rotated the hammer, his body muscles began to show a steel-like texture. This is the result of tempering. Maybe it can be done without ironwork, but boys mixed in the pile of women are usually sissy, and girls mixed in the pile of men are always men. A very simple truth is that men in the steel and stove must be a piece of steel.

"Well... It usually takes three craftsmen three days to build it. This is not an easy job." Zhao Ying stood up lazily, picked up the hammer and smiled at Long Xiaoqi: "I have also tempered it with the Gurkha people before, and I can also cast a knife."

After saying that, Zhao Ying began to beat the red iron block. Her movements were extremely light and full of elegant beauty. One by one, she used the strength that was not inferior to Long Xiaoqi to forge steel. When she started forging, almost all the Gurkha warriors stopped their work and stared at her movements.

Long Xiaoqi also stopped, staring at Zhao Ying's right hammer flying. He could see that his wife had indeed forged it, and that posture and technique were so skillful that she could no longer be familiar with it.

One piece of iron was cast into fine steel, two pieces were cast into fine steel... Zhao Ying was forging the whole day. When it was almost dark, she forged a handful with the power of one person under the admiration of everyone.

This is a slightly different knife from the normal one. It is longer and looks extremely slender. The front end of the knife is thicker, but the end is a little thinner than the normal scimitar. This is similar to the scimitar thrown by Connor, a half-year-old child.

The focus is on cutting ability, not the kind of shooting knife. However, Connor's knife can be shot out and rotated. The knife cast by Zhao Ying is too similar to Connor's knife. Of course, this was only revealed after Long Xiaoqi stayed here for two months.

"Well... I have improved it and turned it into a knife that can be rotated and ejected." Zhao Ying held the scimitar he cast and said to Long Xiaoqi with a smile: "In Gurkha, the most respected thing is the craftsman who can create good knives. If I were just a genius general, I would never be so respected. Because I can cast a knife, and I can turn the originally thick scimitar into a knife that is more convenient for those who lack strength."

"Connor's knife... was made based on you..." Long Xiaoqi was a little dazed and incredible.

"Well... not bad, try how I cast the knife." Zhao Ying handed the knife to Long Xiaoqi.

The moment he held the knife, Long Xiaoqi felt extremely comfortable. After waving it a few times, he could clearly feel the unscrupulous trajectory of the knife. This is a good knife, with almost no weight reduction, but the comfort of holding it is stronger.

"I'll try! I'll try!"

Connor shouted excitedly, snatching the knife off by snatching it, throwing it out with his hand.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The sharp sound of the blade breaking through the air sounded. The knife turned faster than Connor's knife, and the sharp blade stabbed the person's eyes hurt.

As a knife that is shot out, the faster the same force is, the better. Zhao Ying's knife is much better than Connor's knife, and it is not at the same level at all.

"Well... Xiaoqi, I want to tell you something." Zhao Ying stared at Long Xiaoqi's eyes and whispered in the softest, gentlest and most satisfying voice: "If I could live for eight months, you would be a father."
Chapter completed!