Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 9 You need to be hard on yourself

Meditate for about an hour to adjust your state to the best.

Chen Mou took out the ancient Cangbi jade hidden next to his body from his arms, looked at it under the lamp for a while, bit his middle finger, squeezed out blood, and roughly covered both sides of the smooth ancient jade. Common ways to sacrifice and refine treasures.

After waiting for a while, the blood dried up, and the dirty looking ancient jade still didn't respond.

Chen Mou sighed, this was forcing him to make a big move.

Putting the ancient jade together with his hands, he slowly adjusted his breath and exercised his skills. With the experience of using the lightness technique to pour the energy into his feet, he could easily mobilize the energy to the acupoints in the palms of his hands this time.

The palm suddenly felt cold, and the inside of the body suddenly went empty, like the feeling of emptiness after that.

Instead of being surprised, Chen Mou was delighted, as long as he reacted, he could meditate and recover when his energy was exhausted. He seemed to see a bright prospect of returning through ancient jade in the future.

Traveling between the two worlds, bringing back a gleaming ingot of gold and silver specialties, and learning cool magic techniques, just thinking about it is so beautiful.

How to explain the interrogation of his disappearance for two years?

This has to be carefully considered, maybe you can learn your skills a little better?
Chen Mou held the ancient jade in front of his eyes for a closer look, and there was a cloud-like glimmer of light slowly flickering. After a while, the ancient jade returned to its original state, and the blood stains he smeared on it also disappeared miraculously. He felt that there was a gap between him and the ancient jade. There is some kind of vague connection, and when you feel it carefully, you can't notice anything.

Chen Mou shook his head with a smile, because he thought too much and had an illusion.

When he feeds the ancient jade with Yuanli, it should be time to go back?
Chen Mou, who was in a good mood, floated up on his toes, and suddenly the bend of his feet softened, and he fell back to the futon mat, scaring him to hold the ancient jade tightly.

People can fall, but this treasure cannot be broken.

After adjusting the breath in the middle of the night and exercising, in the morning, I can barely make up for the lost energy.

After Chen Mou washed his face, he kneaded noodles and lit a fire. He cooked a large bowl of egg noodles to reward the hungry Wuzang Temple. He hurried to Fangshi Street and found the shop of Forging Binge, which had just fallen boards on the north side of the street.

After wandering on the street for more than a quarter of an hour, he walked into the Forging Pavilion, and explained the purpose of coming to the guy who put down the rag and came forward.

The clerk looked up and down the young man who was not physically strong and his face was a little pale. Could it be that he was overworked at night?Seeing the old shopkeeper behind the counter nodding slightly, he said.

"Come with me please."

The backyard of Duanbinge Pavilion is a large garden with a downward slope. It winds down along the Qingshiban Road, lined with trees and shaded by pavilions. When it comes to a hill at the foot of the mountain, several scattered courtyards spread Sporadic "jingle bell" knocking sound.

There is a faint smell of charcoal in the air, mixed with the aroma of flowers and herbs.

The clerk led Chen Mou into the courtyard with the open door on the left, and said hello, "Master Zhong, someone is here to apply for an apprentice in the forge house. Shopkeeper Hong means to trouble you to take a look."

A tall and strong man wearing a short black jacket and a leather apron came out of the west room, his eyebrows were thick and black like a broom, his eyes fell on Chen Mou who was saluting, his face was suddenly unhappy, and he waved to the smiling and bowing man, coldly Facing Chen Mou, he said, "Come in for a trial job."

Chen Mou walked up the steps without saying a word, and walked into the Westinghouse forging room. Inside, there was a black and strong young man wearing a bunt and showing his arms. high.

Master Zhong picked up a piece of iron bar with pliers, put it in the middle of the fire, and covered it with fire tiles.

Apprentice Hei Zhuang worked harder to pull the bellows, only the sound of "hu da" could be heard in the huge forging room, and the flames flickered on and off very rhythmically.

Chen Mou felt a little helpless in his heart, "You need to be strong to make iron." Master Zhong judged people based on "strongness", obviously he didn't like him. In fact, he didn't look strong, but his strength had already become great.

He looked at the anvil, the big and small forging hammers, and the desk with a blueprint beside him without any trace of his eyes. There were various black metal pieces piled up on the ground, and there were several semi-finished knives and swords hanging on the wall.

The iron bars in the fire quickly burned red. Master Zhong coughed, and the young apprentice immediately stopped, walked over and picked up an old leather apron with holes and handed it to Chen Mou. He laughed and said, "Have you ever seen blacksmithing? Fasten this."

Chen Mou took the leather apron and tied it on his chest: "I've seen it a few times."

I've seen blacksmithing on TV. I used to think it was fun, but I didn't expect to experience it in another world.

The young apprentice handed Chen Mou the largest forging hammer. He took a small hammer himself, used the pliers to pick out the red iron bar, put it on the anvil, and said, "Follow the position where my small hammer strikes." Hammer, don't use too much force, don't worry, take your time."

Very patient to explain.

With a sound of "Come on", the small hammer fell to the edge of the iron bar.

Chen Mou swung the forging hammer weighing forty to fifty catties with both hands, controlled his strength, and hit the head a little bit.

"Dang", sparks splashed everywhere, almost smashing the iron bar, the young apprentice skillfully moved the position with the pliers, and the small hammer fell again.

"Go on, fight!"

There were incoherent knocking sounds in the forging room, sometimes heavy and sometimes soft, about fifty or so.

With the sound of "stop", the young apprentice tapped the anvil twice with a small hammer, ending the forging, and the color of the iron bar was dark red.

Chen Mou just felt a little hit, and he put down the sledgehammer with some inclinations.

He poured energy into his hands and didn't feel tired.

Master Zhong, who had been on the sidelines for a while, said with a blank expression: "The results will come out in a few days, you can go back and wait."

Hearing such a perfunctory yet familiar reply, Chen Mou cursed in his heart, only believe in you.

Compared with farming and working as a shop assistant, he prefers to build weapons. As a boy in his second year of middle school, he watched too many martial arts movies. Who doesn't have a dream of being a hero in the rivers and lakes, drinking and dancing swords?
Unwilling to lose the election, he glanced at the blueprint on the desk again, and said, "Master Zhong, I can design and draw the sword model." He added in a low voice, "Brother Mu Xing introduced me .”

"Ok?"

Master Zhong stared at the young man, took the messy blueprint on the desk into his hand, and said simply: "Follow me." Turning around and walking outside, he wanted to see how many little guys who boasted about Haikou were there. How much is it?
He didn't have a good first impression of the little white face with an overindulgent expression on his face.

The young apprentice smiled and raised his hand, making a strong gesture of "Looking good on you". He just cooperated with the forging, and he could feel that the young people who came to try the work had no experience in forging, but they got started quickly. There is a shortage of helpers in the forge. .

Chen Mou smiled and cupped his hands, and followed Master Zhong to the east room across the courtyard.

Master Zhong took pictures of the drawings on the long desk and said, "What tools do you need? Take them yourself. Before noon, I want to see the design of the sword you drew."

After explaining, he turned around and walked out the door, closing the door intimately.

Chen Mou picked up the blueprint, with a smile on his lips. On the blueprint was a formal regular sword, as well as disassembly diagrams of various parts, with detailed annotations, but it was marked with a big red "×", which was shocking. , with a line of scrawled handwriting next to it.

"The sword I want is unique, domineering, luxurious, novel, and unique. Don't fool me with these old antiques."

Chen Mou had an image of a domineering, defiant, and half-baby dude in his mind. He majored in archeology and had studied ancient and modern Chinese and foreign weapon styles. He was good at hand-drawing patterns for his academic needs.

He collected a large amount of sword-style materials by category in his computer.

As a fan of ancient styles and weapons, I also collect many Two-dimensional virtual weapons drawn by online masters, especially game knives, swords, guns, hammers, etc. with exaggerated and strange shapes, all of which are extremely overbearing and gorgeous.

Which one is he considering?
Don't be so shocking, but let yourself pass this level smoothly.

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(End of this chapter)