1003, how dare you let another man hug you
Including Gu Qianxue added manganese ore, which is also one of the trace elements.
In human sacrifice, the purpose of throwing people into the stove is to use the trace elements in the human body.
I have to say that it is cruel and superstitious.
And if the way that trace elements in the human body can be used for steelmaking can work, then the same trace elements in the human body are mammals. Monkeys should be the most similar to the human body in terms of indicators, but Gu Qianxue really didn't have the strength to go up the mountain to catch monkeys in the middle of the night, so he simply used sheep.
Now I just hope everything works out.
Gu Qianxue closed her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her body, and prayed silently.
For a moment, there was a desolate and decisive atmosphere in the sword casting work area.
When the sky is slightly brighter, the tempering is over. Oil quenching is used for quenching, which is a commonly used quenching method. It goes without saying that even in early steel factories, oil quenching is also used.
The fourth day of the Sword Forging Conference ended, and it officially entered the fifth day.
However, no one went back to rest. Zhu Jian formed a group of three, and took a nap aside when he was a little tired, and continued to work after waking up.
After the quenching was over, the red-eyed Dongfang Junhua almost tremblingly took out the cast sword, and wiped it carefully with a cloth.
"How?" Gu Qianxue asked cautiously.
Dongfang Junhua did not answer immediately, but only checked repeatedly, and even used special equipment to test at the place where the knife handle was installed.
Jun An was also very nervous, "Fourth brother, could it be that we...failed?"
Before Gu Qianxue threw the sheep, Jun'an was very sure. Although he couldn't guarantee to win the championship, he wouldn't lose too badly. But since Losing Sheep... for some reason, he smells the freshly forged sword embryos smelling like roasted mutton.
Dongfang Junhua put down the sword, turned around and hugged Gu Qianxue tightly in his arms, and turned around twice.
Everyone was surprised and looked over one after another. Jun An was also dumbfounded. What does this mean? Could it be that it was a success
"Miss Zhao, you are a genius, you really are a genius! Why is there such a sword-making genius like you in this world?" Dongfang Junhua couldn't help shouting.
Gu Qianxue was dizzy from being turned around, and she didn't dare to struggle. After all, neither she nor Dongfang Junhua had slept for two days and two nights. If she struggled like this and Dongfang Junhua slipped her hand and threw her into the fire, Then it really became a human sacrifice.
Don't talk about general Mo Xie, a "Thousand Snow Sword" will be released soon.
How long did the swordsmiths endure, so did the judges on the rostrum, and the only distinguished guest who persisted, King Li of Nanyue Kingdom, also endured for as long.
People are made of flesh and blood, even King Li is tired.
He ordered someone to make a cup of strong tea, intending to drink it to refresh himself, but as soon as he swallowed the tea, he saw Dongfang Junhua holding Gu Qianxue in the carnival scene. crumb.
The servants at the side quickly said, "His Royal Highness, what's wrong with you?"
The air-conditioning around King Li almost caused a storm, he threw away the broken teacup, "It's all right."
The servant thought in his heart that the King Li of Nanyue Kingdom was truly terrifying, he got angry suddenly when nothing happened, as the rumors said - moody.
In this way, the Sword Forging Conference entered its fifth day.
It can be said that, except for the first two days when the swordsmith went back to rest, from the third day to now, it has been continuous.
The fifth day is the last process - shaping and sharpening.
Needless to say plastic surgery, the hilt and scabbard are inlaid with gemstones and emeralds. The swordsmiths are not blacksmiths. They all have extremely high aesthetic and artistic creativity. Fine weapons are not kitchen utensils.
There is no need to explain the sharpening, Bao Jianfeng comes from sharpening.
Although the sun had risen, all the furnaces in the sword casting field went out at the same time, losing the source of heat, and a gust of mountain wind blew in, making people shiver.
Surrounded by mountains and surrounded by mountains, together with thousands of casting platforms, the scene is extremely magnificent.
At this moment, the mountains are deafening, chiseling or grinding, metal friction and collision sounds, rising and falling in the mountains, there is a law in the chaos, like the waves of the sea.
Gu Qianxue was shocked by this scene.
Although I have seen more grand scenes such as the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games in modern times, the scene in front of me is the most shocking, not only because of the primitive rather than dazzling modern technology, but also because of the incomparable worship of my own industry.
This kind of worship is pure, and it is rarely seen in the modern materialistic world. This is the real craftsman spirit.
At this moment, Gu Qianxue's feeling of hunger was extremely surging.
A loud gong resounded through the mountains, also announcing the end of the four-year sword casting conference.
Almost everyone went limp in an instant.
It takes a month or even a year to cast a peerless weapon, but the Sword Forging Conference only gives five days, the mental pressure and work pressure can be imagined.
Some young swordsmiths couldn't help sobbing softly, even though they were all men.
Each sword-making area is guarded by a guard of the villa. After the gong rang, the guard brought it with a tray that had been prepared, and everyone put the newly sharpened work on it.
Dongfang Junhua and Dongfang Junan were also exhausted, sitting on the ground, speechless for a long time.
Gu Qianxue hurriedly made tea and served it to the two of them.
Dongfang Junhua said thank you with a smile, and took it.
Jun An wanted to reach out, but his arms were shaking so badly that he couldn't lift them up at all. Even if he tried to lift them up, he still couldn't hold the teacup.
After a while, all the talents left the sword casting field one after another, and the rest were the work of the ten judges.
No one doubted the fairness of the judges, and in fact, the judges were indeed very fair.
night.
The entire Mingjian Villa was boiling, and everyone was having a carnival.
The famous sword villa has unlimited supply of wine and food this night, and the whole villa is full of lights, as bright as day.
Amidst the bustle, Gu Qianxue and Chu Yan quietly returned to the room.
The incompetent Gu Qianxue was taken care of and bathed by Chuyan like a baby. After all, she hadn't closed her eyes for three days and two nights, and was still frightened. Gu Qianxue was on the verge of collapse.
Gu Qianxue was lying on the soft and comfortable quilt, and there was the sound of cheers in her ears, and she murmured, "This group of blacksmiths have really good energy. They haven't slept for three days and two nights and still have the strength to party. My mother, they are overworked. With the addition of alcoholism, they are not afraid of sudden death?"
It was Gu Qianxue's joke to describe swordsmiths as blacksmiths, but she knew that swordsmiths in this era were like modern arms experts, and they were by no means comparable to blacksmiths.
"By the way... Chuyan..." Qianxue's words could no longer continue, like a whisper, "I want to be tough... sleep... whoever dares to disturb me... just... kill..."
No one answered.
The moment she was about to fall asleep, Gu Qianxue changed her mind again, "Forget it... don't kill me... I'm afraid you really... kill someone... just..."
Before he finished speaking, his body was picked up and held tightly in his arms.
Immediately afterwards, there was a familiar incense.
"Gu Qianxue, how dare you let another man hug you, do you want to die?"
1004, just want to live a good life