Martial King’s Retired Life

Chapter 726: Section 726

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That swarthy thing is all one, and it can't be burned any more - a fire stick.

It dawned on me.

Ah yes, you haven't seen the most disgusting person among the three sect leaders, have you

Everyone read with me, my heart is burning~

Chapter 25 The Ten Mice

Haruka remembered that it was winter, and that year's snow came two or three days later than usual.

"Teacher. I will teach you to strike iron today."

Twelve-year-old I was very sensible. I deeply understand the principle of respecting the teacher and valuing the Tao, so basically I will do whatever Master tells me to do.

So I punched the iron.

There was a sonorous and powerful echo in the wind and snow, and there was the sound of a piece of fine iron turning into a crumpled scrap iron and falling to the ground.

"Master, it's over."

"… "

Master's expression is so complicated.

In retrospect, it was the most complicated expression he had since I beat him at chess.

The eloquent master lost his words for a moment, and it took a while to organize the language after standing in the snowstorm.

"Listen... From now on, if you strike again, I will strike you!!"

I was very obedient and did not continue to study.

So, a year later, I took the exam with other brothers and sisters and entered the casting room to cast soldiers.

Blow up the boiler.

Alas, people are like that, there are things that are good and bad.

For example, I am very good at chess, but I just can't play iron.

The curriculum of Daluoshan is very strict, and the various indicators for the disciples are very detailed, and there are very high requirements.

Not only in martial arts there are palms and swords, but also in painting and calligraphy, horseback riding, and forging tools.

Among us, the one who learned the best is the junior third son. He is more similar to the master in these aspects, so he is the one who has made the most good weapons in this generation.

The third son made one hundred and seventy-two weapons by himself. Xiao Liuzi has 108 pieces at a young age. Xiao Wu is a girl, so there are only 72 pieces.

After that, the situation worsened, and the little four idiots could not learn the fine part of the method, and only seven hammers, five machetes, and twelve mace were made. Of course, the bad luck of being the second master is not suitable for this kind of work, so he only cast five scissors.

But to me, only...

The words are too far away, in short, this thing sent by Master to Luo Ming is the first one I hit, ah no, the first one, eh? Ah yes, the first one! It is also the only weapon.

It was the only thing left after the horrific explosion.

"I've always heard that the head of Daluoshan Ming used a sharp and sharp sword known as Tianya to walk around the rivers and lakes. It should not be this sword."

Luo Ming took out the black knife from the brocade box with great care. He seemed to be holding a freshly fried poached egg carefully in the middle of hunger and cold.

That kind of youthful expectation and hopeful eyes made me want to say it.

Don't look at it, that's a fire stick!

Luo Ming asked at this time.

"Dare to ask Mingjun, what is this?"

As I said, this thing is a fire stick!

Luo Ming held up the black knife and showed it to everyone.

"This seems to be a knife, but it is not a knife in the traditional sense. At first Luo thought it had never been sharpened. However, it seems that this knife was designed and cast without any thought. It seems that it was cast at the beginning. It's a blunt weapon."

nonsense! The boiler blew up. I am here to save my brothers and sisters.

You're wading into the fire to show me.

Luo Ming stared at the blade.

"Interestingly, there are seven characters engraved on the body of the knife, which seem to be ancient characters, but see the shape of the present, it should be a knife inscription. Luo Mou asked himself a lot of books, but he couldn't recognize these seven characters."

Well... that's what I engraved.

You know, that thing. It's really tough!

So when I wrote the lettering, I was cutting with all my strength, and I also ruined the artifact that Master used to travel around the world.

I don’t even know the characters engraved at the end, but if you know them, there are ghosts.

Luo Ming said: "Excuse me, Lord Ming, how to pronounce these seven characters."

To say these seven words, there is indeed some origin.

Shortly after I made this black knife (fire stick), Tai Shifu said that he would like to see it, so I asked the second master to go to the kitchen coal pile and dig it out.

Who would have known that when the Grand Master saw it, he seemed to be enchanted, staring at the black knife without moving for almost an hour or two... Then, I covered the old man with a quilt and left that day. The next day he asked me to come over, and Master Tai wrote me seven big characters, and the name of the knife can be taken from it.

It is also said that this thing is too fierce and needs to be used with caution.

I was scratching my head just thinking that I hadn't heard of any stove that was punctured...

Who would have known that Master Tai warned me very seriously that when I use this knife, I should keep these seven characters in mind. And carve it into a sword inscription, always be vigilant of yourself. It really cost me a lot of effort.

But Master Tai is a little embarrassed about what I said, and it's not good to talk about it everywhere.

"The younger generation is ignorant, and even the owner of Luozhuang can't recognize it, so is the younger generation."

Luo Ming nodded, and didn't seem to think that I could really recognize it.

"But how to use it, you have to ask Ming Shaoxia. Is this really a knife?"

"I see."