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Chapter 24 The Famous Sword (Part 1)

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    After a while, the iron block was red-hot. Zhang Deming clamped it with iron pliers and placed it on the anvil. Chen Zairong picked up the sledgehammer with his left hand and was about to bring it down. Chen Wanrong quickly reminded: "Your hand is injured and you can't swing it."  Just don¡¯t swing it.¡±

    Chen Zai Rong, a good swordsman, took it seriously, not to mention a little skin injury, even a serious injury. He smiled and said: "Brother, it's okay. If your right hand is injured, you can hit it with the left hand as well. Just take a look."  The hammer hit the iron block, making a loud bang, and red iron filings flew everywhere. Some of them flew straight towards Chen Wanrong, and Chen Wanrong hurriedly dodged.

    "Don't worry about him. This kid can swing a hammer with two fingers, let alone a good hand." Zhang Deming was half-joking but seriously asked: "How did your hand get injured?"

    Chen Zairong was nonchalant and said with a smile: "How can anyone practicing martial arts not get injured? This small injury is nothing." The sledgehammer in his hand rose up and down, hitting the iron block accurately.  The iron block slowly stretched under the forging of the two of them. They did not stop until the temperature dropped. Zhang Deming put the iron block into the furnace to reheat it.

    "Forging iron is a very tiring job. After dozens of hammer blows, Zhang Deming was a little out of breath. While hammering in the furnace, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.  On the other hand, Chen Zairong stood there with a smile on his face, not red in the face, not out of breath, as if he was playing a mobile game, which made Zhang Deming jealous: "People who practice martial arts are good! You are so strong, just follow me and hit the iron. Don't  Go study." The last sentence was a joke.

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    "Can't afford it? I'll give you a sword a month for wages." Zhang Deming didn't show any weakness and put the red-hot iron block on the anvil.

    Chen Zairong was not one to suffer losses. He picked up the sledgehammer and hit you while retaliate: "Then I will beat you one day a month."

    A sword is worth two to three hundred cash in the market, so earning two to three hundred cash in one day is a great deal. Zhang Deming refused: "Dream on it."

    The two of them were joking and forging, and soon the sword took shape.  Chen Wanrong became an idler. He had nothing to do, so he helped set up the stove and added some charcoal to the stove. Under his care, the fire roared with laughter, and the flames were blue and faint, which was particularly beautiful.

    Zhang Deming put the cooled sword blade back into the furnace and expressed admiration: "Wanrong, how long have you ever learned to forge? The fire is raised to a very high level. It's not that a master master can't burn such a blue flame, but I can teach this kid  It took him a long time to learn it."

    If you just swing a sledgehammer, blacksmithing is a physical job, and it only needs strength.  If you want to become a craftsman, it is a kind of technical work, and there is knowledge everywhere. Chen Wanrong is self-taught and can cook the fire so well. Not only Zhang Deduo was surprised, but even Chen Zairong was a little surprised: "Brother, I didn't realize that you are still  With this hand, it¡¯s much better than what I used to do.¡±

    The higher the internal flame temperature, the bluer the flame. This is common sense. People who study chemical engineering will not even know this.  To do this, you just need to put more charcoal and let it burn fully. Unexpectedly, they praised it so much. Humility is Chen Wanrong's virtue. He said humbly: "Burn it as you like, don't say nice things."  ¡±

    In Zhang Deming's memory, the old Chen Wanrong was like a lump of wood, rarely doing satisfactory things. If someone praised him, he would be so happy that his tail would be raised to the sky. If he had a tail, such a humble thing would still be done.  No, I couldn't help but feel good about him: "Wanrong, you are so humble." He put the red-hot sword blade back on the anvil and forged it.

    Chen Wanrong was in charge of the fire, while Zhang Deming and Chen Zairong were in charge of forging. The three of them had a clear division of labor and a tacit cooperation. In almost half an hour, a sword was basically formed.  The next step is the post-processing of making fire and tempering.

    Ancient China's steel technology has always been in the world's leading position. It has a complete set of process technologies. Zhang Deming dealt with them one after another, and it took him half an hour to complete.  Chen Wanrong was surprised to see the complexity and precision. Our ancestors were technically meticulous. No wonder swords such as Longquan, Ganjiang, and Moye could be passed down through the ages. The reason is that our ancestors exhausted their efforts.

    Seeing that the sword was ready, Chen Zairong was as anxious as a monkey eager to pick a ripe peach. He snatched it from Zhang Deming's hand and looked at it carefully.

    At first glance, the iron sword was inconspicuous and had no light, but after being forged, the sword shone with green light and was very cold. Chen Wanrong was also curious, and when he came up to take a look, he saw that the sword was covered with ladder-like patterns, like a  It flows like clouds and flowing water, and is extremely wonderful. I secretly praise it.

    It was the first time Chen Zairong saw such a beautiful sword with patterns. What excited him most was that this sword still belonged to him. His face was so excited that he couldn't help butMove, and flick the sword with the middle finger of your right hand, making a crisp sound, as sweet and sweet as the sound of a musical instrument.

    He has a special understanding of swords. As soon as he heard the sound, he knew that it was a good sword of high quality. It was hard to find. He held the hilt of the sword tightly, covering it on his chest, and his eyes turned into lanterns.

    It was the first time in Zhang Deming's life that he forged such a good sword. Although Chen Zai Rong had no words of appreciation, his behavior and expression were already the best words of praise. He suddenly felt like a close friend, and his whole body felt light and fluttering on Chen Zai Rong's shoulders.  Give it a light tap.  Even though it was only one shot, there were endless words of appreciation in it.

    The three people focused their attention on the sword, admiring this good sword. No one said anything, and the room was extremely silent for a while.  After a while, Zhang Deduo finally broke the silence: "The sword is a good sword, much better than the sword I gave you last time. It can be said that even ten swords like that can't compare to this one  ¡­¡±

    Chen Zairong fully agreed with this statement: "Of course, it can't be compared."

    Zhang Deming continued: "It's just that the time is too hasty and the creation is too hasty. It's not good enough. You kid, it won't be good to eat without a sword for a day. Just leave it like this. You can use it first and wait until I have time.  I¡¯ll give you a good fight and make a better sword.¡±

    Now this sword is of good quality. It is rare to find and can be collected. There is still a big gap between it and the sword.  When Chen Zairong heard this, he was so excited that he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and then said: "Thank you, Master Zhang."

    "I, Zhang Deming, have invested a lot of money for you, kid. Why do you think you are so pleasing to the eye? I'll put the hilt on the sword for you, and then you can use it." Zhang Deming took the sword and went to sit by the wall.  Come down and start to install the sword hilt.

    Chen Zairong hurriedly followed and stood beside Zhang Deming, watching him install the hilt of his sword.

    The sword is known as the "King of One Hundred Weapons". Chen Wanrong has seen it and played with it, but he has never watched the whole process of making it. His curiosity is not that of Chen Zairong, and he also stands next to Zhang Deming to watch.  Zhang Deming is skilled in movements and deserves to be a master.

    "Look at this green light. It must be extremely sharp when opened." Chen Zairong began to admire the sharpness of the sword.

    Zhang Deming was not as optimistic as he was. He shook his head and said: "This sword is the best I have ever made in my life, but there is still a gap compared with other people's swords. I have seen a precious sword, and it is called sharp. A silk sword  Throwing it in the air, the blade only needs to be dragged, and the silk will be split into two halves immediately without any burrs. Such a sharp sword really has the reputation of cutting through gold and jade."

    Chen Zairong's favorite thing was weapons. When he heard that there was such a magical weapon in the world, his curiosity aroused. He leaned on Zhang Deming's shoulder and shook it gently: "Master Zhang, what kind of sword is it? Tell me quickly. I will  You must go and see it.¡±

    What Chen Wanrong is most concerned about now is how to break through the limitations of steel. The steel that can make the golden and jade-breaking sword can meet his needs. This is a clue. He should seize this opportunity. He can't help but raise his eyebrows, and his hope is shattered again.  Rise. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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