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In a secluded corner of Moling Town, the sound of "Dang~当~~" is heard from time to time. The sound is crisp and rich in rhythm, like a delicate piece of music.
"Lao Mowen is really a treasured sword, and his technique has become more and more skillful and precise!" A middle-aged man stopped in front of a slightly broken courtyard and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
A plaque was slanted directly above the courtyard gate, with five gilt characters "Mowen Blacksmith's Shop" engraved on it, but the correct handwriting was covered by thick dust, revealing an image of decadence.
"Yeah! Master Mo will temper his weapons for more than two hours at this time every day, about Mo has been around for five years! It's really amazing his perseverance!" Another young man with a long sword on his waist and boots. A look of admiration was cast into the courtyard.
At this moment, in a dimly dilapidated room full of inferior alcohol, Master Mo, whom the townspeople spoke of, was lying sideways on the carved wooden bed and fell asleep, snoring from time to time.
At this time, the stove was being shook by a young man with a naked upper body. The dark skin shows that the teenager has lived in such a baking environment for a long time. It is hard to think of such a young teenager's hand with the skillful technique.
The young boy wrapped the iron embryo with a cloth in his left hand and bake it in the fire, and his right hand pulled the stove to push his hand. After pulling the fire up, he emptied his hand. From the water tank on the side, he picked up a handful of water and poured it out again. On the red iron embryo. The flaming iron immediately stirred up steam.
When the steam dissipated, the boy stared at the iron embryo in his hand, as if waiting for a suitable time. I saw that the iron embryo became more and more red under the scorching, and gradually turned white and bright.
Without hesitation, the young man raised his left hand, and the hot iron embryo flew out of the fire, drawing a delicate arc, and with a shot of his right hand, the two hammers on the wooden platform were blasted into the air, and the wind was raging. Using both hands together, the young man held the two hammers and looked at the iron embryo about to fall into the furnace. With both hands, the two hammers clamped the sword-shaped iron embryo.
Bake on the flames outside the furnace, and two hammers will raise the iron embryo and draw a beautiful arc in the air. "Dang~~Dang!" The iron embryo in the air sparked a burst of sparks under the impact of the double hammers. The young man bake the iron embryo again, then throw it out, and when it cuts through the air, he beats the iron embryo from both sides.
Repeatedly, the iron embryo is tempered with two hammers at the same time, forming a good sword shape, and at the same time reducing the time that the iron embryo stays in the air, so that the essential properties of the iron mother are well preserved. After about two hours, the thick and blunt blade of the sword became shiny and thin as the wings of a cicada under the repeated tempering of the young man.
"Huh~~ The action is still a bit slower. It took so long for a piece of broken iron, but the technique is a lot more skillful." The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and placed the prototype of the forged sword in the water tank. He walked to the door of the courtyard.
"Old man, I have already laid the sword you want, and the promise you owe me should be fulfilled!" The naked boy came to the drunken room and pinched his nose to Moni who was lying on the bed. road.
Lao Mo frowned when he heard his brows, then he chuckled his mouth and raised his body in dissatisfaction, "Buffalo Yun, how come you don't know how to respect the old man? Didn't you see me just falling asleep?"
Yun Bufan was adopted and raised by Mo Wen since he was a child. The two have been together for more than ten years. Therefore, although Yun Bufan has not been accustomed to Mo Wen's drunkenness, he has a good understanding of the temperament of the old blacksmith in front of him.
Mo Wen, if he really falls asleep, how can he be awakened so easily, unless he wakes up naturally, he won't be able to move. Yun Bufan, who is well versed in the habits of the old blacksmith, does not break through, with a charming arc at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Old man, is it time to fulfill your promise?" After speaking, his eyes narrowed and stared at Mo Wen that Gujing Bubo's dryness. Skin face.
"Promise? Time flies so fast. Five years have passed in a flash! You should go cook first, and call me when you are done." Yan Fu, regardless of Yun Bufan's angry gaze, he turned his head down. Snoring.
"Old man, you~~" Yun Bufan knew that even if Mo Wen didn't want to say anything, it wouldn't be effective to ask. Rao is that he has an unparalleled talent for forging weapons, but he was helpless when he came across this old fried dough stick, Mowen, and had to turn angrily to the kitchen.
The summer in Moling Town is not only hot, but the day is obviously longer than the night, although the worms have been heard from the grass, the waning moon has been slightly contoured, but the night is still not thick.
Yun Bufan was busy in the kitchen for a while, and finally put out the dishes and plates. Although the blacksmith's income is not rich, it can only satisfy the mouths of the young and the old. Therefore, the dishes bought back cannot be delicacies from the mountains and the sea, and some are even picked from the courtyard, but for Yun Bufan, a master with more than ten years of experience in the kitchen In other words, all the bland flavors can turn decay into magic.
Sniffing the overflowing scent, Yun Bufan took out the blue-gray jug in the cupboard with satisfaction and put a cup on the table. Although he doesn't like to drink, he is not strong against Moni's only hobby.
"Bang Bang~ Is Master Mo Wen here?" Yun Bufan put the wine bottle back on hearing a soft woman's voice outside and walked towards the door. "Crack", the wooden door's shaft made a harsh rubbing sound, Yun Bufan frowned, and saw a gentle and beautiful young woman standing outside wearing a colorful brocade shirt and a seven-foot belt around her waist.
The woman in Jinyi saw the naked young man walking through her door with reddish double dices, and then said: "I am Jingyue, a disciple of the Sword Sect in Yunzhong Mountain. I’m very pleased to ask the master to forge this sword."
After that, Jingyue handed out the long sword in her hand. An inexplicable brilliance appeared in the sword body of the sword in the woman's hand, and the blade's edge was thin, and it escaped with a terrifying aura.
"Smelly boy, I don't know how good students are when I come!" A sleepy-eyed, shaggy-haired, gray-bearded old man walked out of the house following the scolding from far and near in the courtyard.
"Dare to ask you if you are" """ Jingyue bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.
"Huh, Zihong Sword?" Mo Wen stroked his beard, "Chen Fuxing treats you well, and even passed her famous sword to you."
"Senior recognizes the master?" "``" Jingyue was shocked that the shameless old man in front of her knew the Purple Rainbow Sword and knew the name of the master, but she continued to inquire calmly.
"I'm the blacksmith you're looking for." Mo Wen retracted his gaze, his muddy eyes drooped slightly.
"You are Master Mo Wen?" Jingyue's eyes filled with doubts, and handed the Purple Rainbow Sword to Mo Wen. "May I ask Master to look at this sword."
Mo Wen hummed a little, put out his big callused hand, and brushed the sword body slightly, "This sword is made from a whole piece of cold iron, then it is cast with a spirit fire for 81 days, formed on the 9th, and forged on the 9th. , And nine days to shape the spirit. The reason for giving the name Zihong is the meaning of "a sword dancing purple rainbow". It is rumored that this sword can dance a sky full of purple clouds in the hands of its destined person, but this is all vain. Say. I think this sword has a slightly blunt mouth, and its aura leaks, as if it was damaged by a peerless master or a magic weapon."
"Master's eyes, the purple sword is indeed damaged, I don't know if the master has a way to remedy it." Mirror Moon's face showed anxious color, and he made a bee.
"It's not that there is no way to remedy it, it's just that "````" Mo Wen pondered slightly, but stopped talking.
"It's just what, I still hope that the master will teach me. If there is something unspeakable, Jingyue is willing to help."
"It's just that the sword body is easy to repair, and spiritual power repair requires the forged body to give aura to restore the aura in the sword and complete the work of good fortune." Unexpectedly, Gu Jing Bubo's dry face moved slightly.
"Then master, see if my spiritual power is appropriate." Jingyue put out her right hand, and moved her spiritual power slightly. In an instant, the blue glow of light leaped above the palm of her hand. "Yes, yes, I practiced the Supreme Sword Art of the Sword Sect to the fifth level at a young age. No wonder Chen Fuxing valued you so much. It's just that the Spirit of Greenwood you belong to can't make up for the Spirit of Scarlet Fire that escapes from the sword. "
"Then the master has no other way?" Jingyue was anxious in her heart, her eyes were earnest, and she really didn't want to miss the opportunity.
"It's been fifteen years, oh..." "" Mo heard Yun Bufan who was silent beside his eyes, and then said: "Then I will try, I will take the sword three days later."
Jingyue was overjoyed in her heart and hurriedly offered her Zihong sword. But seeing Mo Wen nodded slightly and said: "Give the sword to that stinky boy!" Seeing Jingyue's face with doubts, he said: "Don't worry, this kid's forging technique has already surpassed me." Jingyue Hearing this, although he was shocked, he did not lose his etiquette, and he handed the sword respectfully to the young naked boy. Yun Bufan turned his head to Mo Wen and ignored him.
"Boy, don't you want me to fulfill my promise? When you fix this sword, I will not break my promise. This is also the final test for you."
Yun Bufan thought for a while, took the purple rainbow in the hands of the woman in Jinyi, and walked to the yard without looking back. Jingyue bowed slightly to Mo Wen, moved the lotus step lightly, and went back the same way.
Mo Wen looked at Jingyue with his eyes escaping into the mountains and forests, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then the chaos was restored.
The night is thick, and a crescent moon is sending willow shoots; the evening breeze is blowing, and the sound of frogs all around is resounding through the summer night.
After Yun Bufan packed everything, he walked straight to the forging room. Turn on the stove, fill with cold water, lift the heavy hammer with his left hand, and lift the sword with his right hand.
Dangdang``````There was a sound of steel clashing in the forging room. Yun Bufan raised his right hand, and the purple rainbow sword swept across a string of sparks in the air, and then suddenly annihilated in the dark night; when the left hand waited at the right time, danced a flower, the hammer seemed to be psychic, following the hand of the young man , Dancing sparks in the sky.
Wiping the fine sweat on his forehead and clenching the palm of his hand, Yun Bufan felt surprised that his heart fell down. He usually tempered an ordinary iron embryo, and it only takes one or two hours to forge the shape of a vessel, but this purple rainbow sword can't be tempered. Three hours, but the damage to the sword body has not been completely compensated.
"I don't believe that this sword can be consumed by me." Yun Bufan moved his arms again, his right hand tumbling, and Zihong took advantage of the situation. After being slightly baked in the stove, his left arm was strengthened to lift the giant hammer and hit the heavy hammer, "Dang ``````" Another burst of crisp sound echoed throughout the smithy.
About three hours later, the east side was already white, and even the stall owner and the guys were already shouting to solicit customers. But seeing the naked young man under the wooden shed as if possessed by a demon, he kept swinging his hammer and quenching repeatedly, until he made the sword in his hand thin without losing its vigor.
Yun Bufan's face was pale, and his mouth was getting dry, but the strength of his hand waving did not diminish, and his eyes did not move a point. Goodbye, the purple rainbow sword in the furnace that was licked by the tongue of fire, compared to the previous one, it showed a sharp edge, and its dignified force was exposed.
As the last hammer fell, the sword in the young man's hand finally returned to its original form, adding a little domineering between the form and the spirit. Zizi~~ After putting Zihong in the cold water, Yun Bufan dragged his exhausted body into the kitchen, but was busy with morning food in it.
After the morning meal was ready, Yun Bufan went to Mo Wen's room and woke up Master Mo who was snoring.
"Smelly boy, old man, I was awake at night by the noise you made last night, and a sword made you like this, huh!" Mo Wen touched his mouth and said immediately: "Go, let me see What has that sword been made by you kid."
Yun Bufan held on to his empty belly, and followed Mo Wen to the forging room full of heat, but he saw Mo Wen's hand sticking out of his sleeve like a dry bark, and with a slight flick, the sword in the water rushed into the hands of the old blacksmith. .
Glancing at the sword in his hand, Mo Wen suddenly exerted his strength, and with a wave of the void, there seemed to be ripples and a groan. "Well, it's okay, but it can't fully display the power of the Purple Rainbow Sword. Most of the sword's spiritual power has dissipated. If you can't make up for it, Purple Rainbow can only be called second-rate."
"Old man, didn't you say that you have a way to recover the spirit in the sword?" Yun Bufan looked at the sword in the old man's hand indifferently.
"Yes, I do have a way. Then you know the difficulty of recovering the aura in the sword."
Yun Bufan thought about it briefly and said: "The sword is a fractal god, the shape is a material, and the god is a spiritual wisdom. Both are ready, and the only one is high. Once the material is damaged, the spiritual power has no attachment, and the sword will be greatly damaged; Similarly, if the spiritual power is leaked, the material will be flashy and unrealistic, and fall into the inferior. Purple rainbow falls into the second situation. If you want to restore it to the original, replenish the spiritual power is the first thing. But replenishing the spirit is not easy, if a person is No matter how high the spiritual power is, it is in vain that he cannot forge; a forger who does not possess spiritual power is also unable to replenish the spirit."
Mo Wen nodded appreciatively, "Yes, but it's not too difficult just like this. The sword gate is a great sect with thousands of years of heritage. There are many disciples in the gate, and there are certainly many forgers with spiritual power, but they can't repair Zihong. Sword. This is because not all spiritual energy can be repaired. The purple rainbow sword contains the spirit of red fire. Therefore, the blacksmith must replenish the spirit of red fire accordingly; and once the replenishment of the spirit is different, not only the weapon will be destroyed. , The forging person will also be seriously injured. And as far as I know, the swordsman disciples rarely have the spirit of the red fire, so there are naturally fewer forgers like this. Therefore, even if the sword has a long heritage, it is also good for repairing the purple sword. Powerless."
"In that case, why did you take on such a troublesome job, old man, do you want people to smash your sign?" Yun Bufan didn't expect it to be so troublesome to replenish the spirit, let alone Mo Wen knowing that it was so difficult to take the job.
"Huh, I'm afraid the person who can smash my sign is still in my mother's stomach. Today, I will show you the real forging technique!"
(It’s a bit procrastinated in the front! It will be great after chapters 20 and 30! Please support! ^_^)