Soon, the two personal disciples pulled the bellows, and the fire rose up, showing a faint blue color.
Nie Fangsheng held a hammer in one hand and refined iron in the other. While talking about forging, he explained the casting techniques in detail.
With the sound of tinkling and knocking, a wrinkled long sword gradually appeared in his hand. It was beautifully shaped yet fierce. Although it had not been completely cast, it had already released a strong sense of killing.
And the young disciples in front of them sometimes exclaimed, admiring Nie Fangsheng's sword-making skills.
Not only them, but even Mu Hanyan was fascinated. It turned out that this is the real sword casting technique. This technique, this craftsmanship, is simply wonderful.
Compared with Nie Fangsheng's sword-making skills, her previous sword-making skills were purely forging iron, oh no, to say forging iron is to humiliate the blacksmith.
Soon, Nie Fangsheng completed the two steps of forging the sword and forging the bone, and began to sharpen the front and refresh the mind. I was afraid that it would be difficult for everyone to comprehend so much for a while, so he did not explain these two steps in detail.
Of course, it is impossible to sharpen a sword like this in batches for ten years, and it is even more impossible to sharpen it slowly with a cloud washing sword pool. , instead of developing spiritual thoughts.
However, relying on the exquisite casting technique, the moment the Blood Gallbladder Sword was cast, it still made a clear and pleasant trembling sound, which made people feel palpitating.
"Good sword!" All the disciples exclaimed in unison.
Mu Hanyan was no exception. Seeing such sword-casting skills, she finally knew what it meant to be someone beyond human beings. It was no wonder that Nie Fangsheng was known as the number one sword-casting master of Longyan College. This method was indeed amazing.
"Bang!" Just as everyone was filled with emotion, Nie Fangsheng suddenly smashed the hammer in his hand, and looked towards the crowd with an angry face.
Everyone was shocked. Could it be that he couldn't help sighing just now, disturbing Master Nie's sword casting and making him angry
Looking at Nie Fangsheng with an angry face, all the disciples below were in awe, not even daring to speak out.
"Mu Hanyan, you look down on my sword-making skills!" Just when they were uneasy, Nie Fangsheng suddenly asked angrily.
"Me?" Mu Hanyan frowned.
She has been concentrating on watching Nie Fangsheng's sword casting, and she didn't even open her mouth when others couldn't help but sigh, but now she said that she looked down on Nie Fangsheng's sword casting skills
Hehe, is it still here? Mu Hanyan sneered twice in his heart. This Nie Fangsheng really doesn't distinguish between public and private, this is to vent his anger on Qiu Yongsheng's behalf.
"I worked tirelessly to teach you how to forge swords, but you are half-hearted. You clearly don't pay attention to my sword-making skills. If you don't want to learn it, get the hell out of here!" Nie Fangsheng cursed.
"Master Nie, I am clearly concentrating on watching you forge swords and learning the art of sword forging, but you want to say that I am half-hearted." Mu Hanyan's eyes turned cold, "What is the reason for you to say this?" Mu Hanyan Han Yan's tone was somewhat meaningful.
In fact, she doesn't have to learn sword-forging skills. If Nie Fangsheng insists on making things difficult for her, the worst is not to learn, but being slandered for no reason and kicked out of the sword-making hall, Mu Hanyan will never accept it. Not a bully. She just wanted to keep a low profile and study hard when she entered the academy, so why did people always come to provoke her. It's fine if the provocation is successful, but every time the provocateur fails, why are these people still obsessed with it? So what if Nie Fangsheng is a mentor? Who has she ever been afraid of!
"Okay, you said that you are concentrating on learning the art of sword casting. Then I used twelve techniques for casting and forging bones just now. Come and tell me what these twelve techniques are and what are their secrets. ?" Nie Fangsheng sneered, and continued.
Everyone looked at Mu Hanyan, either with pity, sympathy, or gloating.
If Nie Fangsheng angrily scolded Mu Hanyan just now, they were a little confused, but now, any fool can see that he deliberately made things difficult for Mu Hanyan.
They were also fascinated and focused on Nie Fangsheng's sword-making technique just now, feeling that it was too late, how could they be distracted to memorize his twelve techniques, not to mention the tricks, even the twelve techniques are not clear.
They are all like this, and Mu Hanyan is no exception.
And those disciples who have joined the academy for many years even shook their heads secretly. As far as they know, Nie Fangsheng taught the art of sword casting, usually only one step at a time, no more than six techniques at most, but today he forged a sword of blood and courage in one breath , and talked about a total of twelve techniques in two steps.
At first they thought that he was deliberately showing his skills in front of the new disciples to establish his prestige, but now they realized that he was deliberately looking for an opportunity to make things difficult for Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan naturally thought of this too. She was a little bit emotional, who said that a person with strong limbs has a simple mind, but this big black man with such well-developed limbs is not bad at all. It took a lot of effort to dig a hole for her.
The other disciples sighed secretly: This Mu Hanyan is really pitiful, it is not good to offend anyone, but to offend the Qiu family, this is only the second day after he was formally admitted to the hospital, and he is about to be kicked out of the Jianjian Hall.
Tan Yu and the others also looked sad, and sighed in their hearts, alas, I didn't expect Nie Fangsheng to be so despicable. The master will definitely be kicked out if he falls into his hands this time.
"The method of casting, melting iron, breaking gold, flowing silver, hitting the top, casting the front, casting the handle, the tricks are..." Just when everyone was secretly sighing for Mu Hanyan, Mu Han suddenly said.
The six methods of casting and the six methods of forging bones, through her mouth, are actually verbatim.
Everyone was dumbfounded, even Nie Fangsheng himself opened his mouth, unable to utter a word for a while.
How is this possible? You must know that he only said it once just now, and the speed was extremely fast, and he also read it carefully. I was distracted, and memorized my words verbatim.
Recalling that when I was learning sword-forging, I listened to my master explain it in detail three times before I remembered it in my heart. Just like that, I was praised by my master as a rare sword-making genius.
Mu Hanyan just listened to it like this, and kept it in his heart. How did he do it
"Master Nie, I remember correctly, right?" Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and said to Nie Fangsheng.
In fact, just now, even she herself thought that she was going to be killed by Nie Fang this time, and when she was about to explain the sword casting method she remembered, the voice of Star Fantasy Thousand Machines suddenly sounded in her mind: "Casting the sword!" method, melting iron, breaking gold, flowing silver, hitting the top, casting a front, casting a handle... "
"You only listened to it once, and you memorized everything?" Mu Hanyan was surprised at the time, and was so impressed by Xinghuan Qianji's superhuman memory.