Before leaving Dayan Mountain, Teng Qingshan replaced the set of clothes he bought in Yicheng with commoner clothes, and hid the saber in the cloth bag, just like going back to Zhuangzi as usual, he carried the cloth bag and walked towards Zhuangzi.
"Qingshan is back from entering the mountain!" The guards at the gate of Tengjiazhuang greeted with a smile, and Teng Qingshan also greeted the clansmen enthusiastically. After leaving the village for a day, there was no change in this Tengjiazhuang. Everyone just thought that Teng Qingshan had just returned from the mountains.
After all, even in Tengjiazhuang, Teng Qingshan usually practiced marksmanship or Xingyi boxing at home, and it was difficult for the clansmen to see Teng Qingshan.
"Brother!" A handsome girl on the training ground shouted happily.
"Qingyu." Teng Qingshan loves this younger sister very much, now thirteen-year-old Qingyu is very beautiful, and the girl will come of age at fourteen, ready to marry. Even now, many people have come to propose marriage and want to marry Teng Qingyu. Not only people from other villages, but also people from this village.
After all, the Teng clan has a history of more than a thousand years. In history, there have also been times of danger and difficult migration. For the sake of clan inheritance, it is not uncommon for cousins and cousins to get married.
But now that the life of the Teng clan is stable, generally as long as there is no blood relationship within three generations, they can get married.
"Qingyu, where is father?" Teng Qingshan asked.
"It's over there at the weapon shop." Qing Yu said.
"You go and ask dad to come back." Teng Qingshan enjoined, "Oh, I see." Qing Yu immediately ran towards the weapon shop. As for Teng Qingshan, he took the cloth bag and walked towards home.
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For a moment, in the main room of Teng Qingshan's house.
Teng Yongfan, Teng Qingshan, and Teng Yunlong gathered here, and Teng Yongfan immediately tied the door of the main room.
"Qingshan, what did you change for your seven-pound Ziguang Hantie?" Teng Yunlong was also a little excited.
Teng Qingshan glanced at his grandfather in surprise, and his father Teng Yongfan smiled and said: "Qingshan, after you went to Yicheng, I talked to your grandfather about this matter, your grandfather is very happy, his grandson is so amazing , being able to fight against Jiaolong, haha, your grandfather is very upset because you are so reckless. Fortunately, your grandfather agreed to help me build this weapon for you."
"Thank you, Grandpa." Teng Qingshan said immediately.
"Haha, I have been a blacksmith all my life, and if I can forge a magical weapon, I will die without regret." Teng Yunlong laughed heartily.
"Grandpa, look."
As Teng Qingshan spoke, he opened two cloth bags beside him, one of which was full of pieces of star-patterned steel, and the other bag was full of glaring, shiny gold bars, each gold bar was very eye-catching.
Teng Yunlong and Teng Yongfan gasped, their eyes widened.
"Here are 110 catties of star pattern steel and 60 catties of gold!" Teng Qingshan said.
"Sixty catties of gold!" Teng Yunlong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and looked at Teng Yongfan next to him, "Yongfan, I have never seen so much gold in my life! Sixty catties, That's six hundred taels of gold! With this amount of gold, my Tengjiazhuang will not be afraid of running out of silver for at least a hundred years."
There are gold bars one by one, and there are also large gold bars that weigh one catty.
Such a large pile of gold bars is indeed dazzling and touching.
"Seven catties and two taels of Ziguang cold iron, so much star-pattern steel and gold, it's worth it!" Teng Yongfan also laughed.
"Using star-pattern steel and Ziguanghan iron to build a magical weapon. I dare not even dream of it!" Teng Yunlong's eyes lit up, "Star-pattern steel is the best material for gun barrels, and Ziguanghan is the best material for gun heads. Tie, on the land of Kyushu, there are probably not many who can surpass this long spear."
"Yongfan, let's take a good rest today, and turn on the stove tomorrow morning!" Teng Yunlong said.
"Okay, master, all the things in the process of making this weapon are ready, just wait for the furnace to be fired." Teng Yongfan also laughed.
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Early the next morning.
The front and rear doors of the armory shop were closed, and there were only three people in the weapon shop—Teng Yunlong, Teng Yongfan, and Teng Qingshan. Teng Yongfan is in charge, and grandfather Teng Yunlong is in charge. As for Teng Qingshan, he is just a handyman. Father and grandpa, whatever they asked him to do, he had to do it right away.
Teng Qingshan did all kinds of chores very quickly.
It was dark in a blink of an eye.
Teng Qingshan was standing at the door of the back door.
"Qingshan, bring in all the food." Mother Yuan Lan came here holding the bamboo basket, and handed the bamboo basket containing the food to Teng Qingshan.
"Yeah." Teng Qingshan smiled after receiving it, "Mother, father and I won't be going back today. Just close the door and go to bed early, you don't have to wait for us."
"Your father and your grandfather are really crazy. To build a weapon, you can't sleep." Yuan Lan shook her head helplessly. All she knew was that her man and adoptive father were building a weapon for Teng Qingshan. But she didn't know... how amazing the value of Teng Qingshan's weapon was.
"Mother, father, they are also doing it for me. Well, I'm going in." Teng Qingshan said to his mother with a smile, then went into the armory shop and locked the door behind him.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...
There was a sound, the rhythmic sound of iron striking.
Teng Qingshan saw his father swinging the hammer at the weapon shop from a distance, usually making weapons is very fast, but Teng Qingshan's weapon is different, it is not difficult to make the gun barrel. The most difficult thing is - the gun head! After all, in terms of material, this star grain steel is easier to soften under high temperature.
But Wannian Hantie is much more difficult.
This ten-thousand-year-old cold iron is indestructible, even under extremely high temperatures, it will not deform or melt. It is extremely difficult to forge ten-thousand-year cold iron. Even in Yicheng, it is difficult to find a weapon craftsman who can forge ten-thousand-year cold iron.
However, Tengjiazhuang has been immersed in weapon making for thousands of years and has unique experience. Although the reputation is not big, the craftsmanship is indeed very high. Teng Yongfan and Teng Yunlong dared to build this gun because they were confident. Teng Qingshan only saw that his grandfather Teng Yunlong often sprinkled some powder on the Wannian Hantie.
chi chi~~
Every time it is sprinkled, it generates extremely high temperature, which slightly softens the part of the Wannian cold iron.
"It's not easy to become a good weaponsmith." Teng Qingshan didn't understand what his father and grandfather did.
The night passed, and the dawn came.
Teng Yongfan and Teng Yunlong didn't have a moment's rest, they were completely focused on their weapons.
Another day passed.
It was getting dark.
"Haha... It's done." Teng Yongfan laughed and walked out of the armory holding a long gun. Grandpa Teng Yunlong beside him looked tired, but his eyes were full of excitement, and walked into the courtyard.
"Qingshan, look at this magical weapon that your grandfather and I built." Teng Yongfan held out the gun to Teng Qingshan with a confident expression on his face.
Teng Qingshan couldn't help being a little excited in his heart, he took the spear, the barrel of the spear was cold to the touch, making people feel peaceful. The barrel of this long spear is silver-gray throughout, while the tip of the spear is black, with a red tassel. At first glance it looks ordinary. The tip of this gun is the same as that of ordinary iron guns, with a high ridge, a thin blade, and a blood groove on the back.
Although the tip of the gun is black, it is very bright, which can reflect the light of the fire in the weapon shop.
"Qingshan, this gun has consumed nearly a hundred catties of star pattern steel and eight catties of ten-thousand-year cold iron. The total weight of the gun is 108 catties! The length of the gun is nine feet six inches!" Teng Yunlong laughed, "This Ziguang cold iron is damn hard to temper. It took almost eighteen hours to build this gun."
It took eighteen hours to finally refine this sharp gun.
"Hey, Dad, Grandpa, why is the barrel of this gun silver-gray, and you can't see the star pattern?" Teng Qingshan was a little puzzled.
The star steel itself is that bright silver color, not this plain silver gray.
"It's just a small trick." Teng Yongfan laughed, "Is it good for people to recognize that this is a spear made of star pattern steel?"
"En." Teng Qingshan nodded.
Otherwise, wandering around in this world, it is estimated that the gun barrel of the star pattern steel will attract others to covet it. It's still not good to see. As for the gun head of Ziguang Hantie, the purple halo can be barely seen only in pitch darkness. Therefore, ordinary people would not be able to discover that the gun head was made of ten thousand years of cold iron.
"The material for this long spear was obtained by you, Qingshan, who entered Bihantan and escaped death." Teng Yunlong said with emotion, "With the help of our Teng clan's thousand-year-old ironsmithing skills, this magical weapon was born."
"This is the number one magic weapon of my Teng clan for thousands of years!" Teng Yunlong was a little excited, and then looked at Teng Qingshan, "Qingshan, what do you plan to name this magic gun?"