Genshin Impact: The Liyuemen of Tivat

"It's a pity..." Kun Jun shook his head in disappointment: "In the past, you would have to wait an hour to find out that your hand was broken."

Shi Lan's face was dark: "Brother! If it's so sharp, shouldn't it just cut off my finger!"

"And the action you just threw over! It's very dangerous, hey! It will kill me!"

Kun Jun directly pretended to be stupid: "Hurry up and wash your hands, it will be difficult to deal with the wound infection."

"........."

Although I really want to continue to complain, it is still very important to wash my hands first. Shi Lan found a water tank and rubbed her hands in it.

But the more he washed, the more wrong it became.

"Why is this hand black?"

Shi Lan looked at his black hands with question marks all over his head.

Kun Jun said helplessly: "That's for quenching... It's been sitting there for several years... I should have told you a long time ago..."

Good guy, control to death?
Shi Lan stared at Kun Jun for a long time, and suddenly said: "Is there a secret passage leading directly to the living hall in this secret room of yours? So that you can send me away directly?"

Kun Jun: "..."

Shi Lan went crazy: "So what's the use of you taking this rusty sword out!"

"Actually, I can't repair your broken sword, but I'm still somewhat sure of repairing this rusty dragon chant..."

As he said that, Kun Jun opened the stove, threw some fuel into it, and then pulled the bellows, and the small secret room suddenly became hot.

"Look, first remove the rust, then forge the edge, and then quench...and so on, isn't it repaired?"

"I still remember that you are extremely powerful, so you will handle this hammer." Kun Jun wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt that he had regressed more and more, and felt exhausted just by pulling the bellows a few times.

"Huh... my arms are so sore..."

"I come!"

After washing her hands, Shi Lan simply bandaged her fingers, took Kun Jun's place, and pulled with one hand.

Kun Jun let out a long and short sigh, people really can't be generalized...

"It's quite relaxed..." Shi Lan looked relaxed. "Look, I can pull with two fingers..."

"Oh... amazing!" Kun Jun praised perfunctorily.

"Ah! One is fine too!"

Kun Jun: "..."

"Hey Kunjun, look, I can pull it easily with my little finger!"

Kun Jun picked up the pickaxe: "Wait a minute, I'll plan a road leading directly to Shengtang..."

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After a long time, Shi Lan heated up the stove, and Kun Jun also polished off the rust on the dragon's chant in the box.

"The next step is to reheat..." Kun Jun hesitated.

Naturally, refurbishment is not a complete recasting, but heating and softening the blade so that the blade can be reforged. In this process, the precise control of the heat and the control of the strength during forging are very important.

If it was in the past, it would be too easy to rebuild the blade, but now... I may not even be able to swing a hammer a few times...

This is the treasured sword left by our ancestors... If it is destroyed in my own hands, it will be...

Shi Lan suddenly asked: "This sword... is very important, right?"

"Huh..." Kun Jun nodded heavily, rubbing the spine of his sword with his fingertips.

"For the forging family, the best memory of the elders is to see if you can read anything from the works of the elders...

The ancients did not see the present month, this month once shone the ancients.

The moon is also like a sword.

The same forging, the same technique, as if traveling through time and space, the ancestor at that time, did I use the same method of forging like him?

The sword cannot speak, nor is it an empty iron shell... the blacksmith will inject emotion into it, it is a carrier of memory and skills... Restoring the dragon chant in the box is also talking to the ancestors..."

Shi Lan didn't quite understand the concept of whether the sword is dead or alive, but when he saw Kun Jun's eyes, he knew that he was very lost now, as if he was commemorating something...

"I feel... I'm excited..." Kun Jun's eyes suddenly sparkled.

Shi Lan suddenly coughed twice.

Don't slap your face so fast, okay?
Kun Jun grabbed Shi Lan's shoulders with both hands, his eyes ignited flames: "Come on! Brother Shi Lan! I represent the Kun family, you represent the Yun family, no! You are the Shi family now! Liyue's emerging swordsmith! I I will pass on the family skills of my society to you! Let us reforge the dragon chant in the box! Let this dusty sword reappear in the world!"

"I said...can you throw the sword into the stove first?"

Shi Lan looked at the dragon chant in the box lying on her neck, and didn't dare to move.

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"When!" "When!"

There was the sound of metal knocking in the small secret room.

Both Shi Lan and Kun Jun put on earplugs to prevent their eardrums from being shaken in a small space.

Now Shi Lan is holding the hammer.

He took off his shirt, sweat flowed over his distinct muscle lines, the muscles on his arms swelled due to swinging a sledgehammer, and the water stains where sweat flowed glistened under the firelight.

Kun Jun kept reminding: "The bottom of the hammer must not touch the spine of the sword. It must form a slight slope with the edge of the sword. The strength should not exceed 100% of what the sword body can bear! The sideline of the previous hammer drop point must be in line with the next [-]% coincidence of the bottom line of the hammer, no trace of area can be missed..."

Shi Lan gritted her teeth, strictly followed what Kun Jun said, without any mistakes, and quickly finished a front.

"Turn over! Turn over!"

The blade turned over, and Shi Lan swung the hammer again.

Kun Jun went from fear at the very beginning to unbelievable, and then to complete madness!
"Oh my god, my god, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

"Shi Lan, you must be a genius! Is it really the first time you touch a hammer! I rely on me to practice for five years, and I may not be as good as you!"

Kun Jun spoke incoherently, looking at Shi Lan as if he had discovered some rare treasure: "You deserve the best guidance! The best training! You should be hung on the sledgehammer in Kun's square for those self-righteous blacksmithing geniuses to see See what a genius is!"

"!"

A piercing noise made the room instantly quiet.

Kun Jun's expression froze on his face, his hands were hanging in mid-air, motionless.

Shi Lan put down the hammer in embarrassment, and stood aside with a blushing face: "What... the sword head is deformed..."

Kun Jun's mood now is as if a pot of water is poured on a vigorous fire...

The two of them were stunned for a long time, Kun Jun reacted abruptly from the stupefaction, and said quickly: "It's okay, it's okay... It's deformed, it's deformed, and it can be knocked back after a few knocks, you first..."

"That's it, you said it earlier, you scared me to death."

Shi Lan patted her heart, and under Kun Jun's frightened eyes, raised the hammer again and swung it down...

"Wait...!"

However, before Kun Jun could finish his sentence, Shi Lan had already dropped the hammer...

Just hear a click.

Shi Lan put down the hammer again.

"Then what... this time it's broken..."

Kun Jun's eyes darkened, and he almost fell into the stove...

"We need to burn it first!!!"

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The two squatted together, looking at the box with the broken sword tip, Dragon Yin fell silent.

After a long time, Kun Jun raised his head, revealing a face covered with black ashes: "Do you still have Fulong bark?"

Shi Lan's face was also dark, and she shook her head blankly: "No, I already gave you the leftovers..."

"That's it, it's barely enough after doping... But after filling..."

As he said that, Kun Jun held his head in his arms and shouted: "You broke the tip of the sword again!!"

Shi Lan was at a loss: "Then what should I do?"

"Uh………"

Kun Jun paced back and forth, then squatted down, "Your stinging dragon..."

Shi Lan was alert, put her hands behind her back: "What do you want?"

"Let's discuss it, you take a finger off the stinging dragon and use it first? It's okay, right? Lao Zhang has prepared a lot of replacement parts for spare... Don't worry, I will go through fire and water to get another Fulong for you in the future The bark one, when the time comes, I will give you a full body armor, just like the thing rolling around in Tianqiu Valley, it is so hard, even if the demon god eats you, it will choke to death..."

Shi Lan smiled, stood up and walked out: "I have a VIP card for the Hall of Rebirth, and I can give you a [-]% discount for a seven-star funeral..."

Kun Jun's face changed drastically, although now it was as black as a coal ball, and there was no change in his expression.

"Please! I have passed on the Kun's forging method to you verbatim!"

Shi Lan continued to walk outside.

"Besides, don't you want to give the sword to a very important person?"

Shi Lan stopped in her tracks.

Kun Jun was about to cry: "Good brother! We can't let our ancestor's legendary sword be destroyed in our hands!"

Shi Lan looked at Kunjun, then at the stinging dragon, then at the dragon chant in the box on the ground...

"Ugh……"

"Okay, I can only take one apart..."

Saying that, Shi Lan closed her eyes and turned her face away, took off her right stinging dragon, and handed it to Kun Jun.

Kun Jun happily removed a thumb, seeing Shi Lan's flesh hurting.

"Just fix it... As long as Uncle Zhang is still alive... If he doesn't die, there is a possibility for Sting Dragon to repair it..." Shi Lan comforted herself this way.

An hour later.

Looking at the potholed box, the two fell into deep thought again.

"How about..." Kun Jun stretched out a finger.

Shi Lan tearfully said, "Don't even think about it!"

Kun Jun persuaded: "But I have removed four of them... Keep the last one... It's weird..."

Shi Lan and Kun Jun looked at the table at the same time.

The stinging dragon, which was originally intact, now only has a middle finger standing quietly.

Like mocking the stupidity of both of them.

When Uncle Zhang handed the stinging dragon to him, he did tell him to prepare part of the fingers, the outer structure, and the spare parts for the joints, all of which were made of pure stinging dragon bark. After all, the stinging dragon is an assembled machine. The weapon is not one piece, even if the Fulong bark is extremely hard, it will inevitably wear out in daily use.

Uncle Zhang had already expected this aspect, and while the stinging dragon was still hot when it came out of the oven, he used all the remaining materials to make some spare parts for emergencies.

Although there are spare ones, who would like to use the original one if possible?But right now there should be no better way.

This can be regarded as feeling guilty towards Keqing.

Just treat it as a favor.

"I hope Uncle Zhang knows so that I won't spit out blood..."

"Tear it down!" Shi Lan reluctantly said.

"It's a big deal, next time I have to work hard to break off a few pieces of bark to come back..."

"Leave no one to Ruo Tuo..."

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In the dark cave.

Dragon King Ruo Tuo yawned, feeling a little itchy in his buttocks, and planned to reach out to scratch it...

When it wanted to move its claws, it realized that it was still unable to move within the seal.

Dragon King Ruo Tuo was furious: "Morakes! You should die!!!"

(In fact, Ruo Tuo knew that even if there was no seal, it would not be able to scratch his ass.)
Zhong Li, who was having dinner with Two Cranes and One Deer at Aozang Mountain, was taken aback for a moment.

Liu Yun took advantage of the wind to tilt the bird's head, perplexed: "What's the name of this fat man's ghost in the middle of the night?"

Zhongli pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

"Probably... just having a nightmare..."