"His grandmother's, he still hasn't controlled his strength well!" Mu Qing said secretly.

On the anvil in front of him, the fist-sized iron ingot was smashed to pieces like mud.

Mu Qing, who felt a needle in his back, was very uncomfortable, he looked back at "Sun Laotie" and the others, and said embarrassedly: "It seems to be ...... It's a little stronger......"

These people are all old blacksmiths, especially Sun Laotie, who has been fighting with these red-hot iron lumps for most of his life, how can he not know the hardness of this iron? How can he not see the strength of Mu Qing's hammer?

Sun Lao Tie calmed down and said, "Little brother, please continue to ......" and hurriedly said: "I don't mean anything else, just to see how much the impurities in this iron ingot can be knocked out by the little brother." ”

Mu Qing also settled down and said, "That's ...... I'll just ...... Try again?"

As he spoke, he picked up the iron tongs in his left hand, rolled the iron ingot, which had been trampled on, like a persimmon that had been trampled on, and hammered it down again.

This time, Mu Qing finally controlled his strength, and the rolled up iron ingot was smashed flat again, but it was not sloppy.

Mu Qing rolled again, fought again, the movements became more and more proficient, the continuous sound of "bell bell bell" came, the hammer in his hand flew like a wheel, the iron ingot kept changing its shape, and layers of gray-black "stone skins" emerged, fell, resurfaced, and fell again......

After half a cup of tea, the iron ingot, which weighed six pounds, became an iron needle not much bigger than a toothpick.

It stands to reason that with the continuous hammering, the temperature of the iron ingot will decrease quickly, and it will not be able to move to a certain extent, but during the whole process, Mu Qing did not return to the fire once, as if every time the hammer went down, the gradually cooling iron ingot was ignited again.

Mu Qing wiped a handful of non-existent sweat, turned around, and said, "I can also fight like this." ”

Originally, Sun Laotie and the others were watching from afar, but they really couldn't control their feet, and now, this group of people has stood behind Mu Qing.

Seeing that Mu Qing's tempering was completed, Sun Laotie hurriedly said: "Quenching, quenching!"

Mu Qing carefully pinched the iron needle with iron tongs and put it into the sink next to him, making a soft "hiss" sound, and a wisp of white smoke rose.

Sun Laotie snatched the iron tongs from Mu Qing's hand, took the black iron needle in his hand, and gently swiped it, his face changed suddenly.

The strong man standing behind him said hurriedly, "Master, how heavy is it?

He said that this "half tael" was to look at the size of the iron needle, and he said it vigorously. Because judging from experience, according to Mu Qing's playing style, although the impurities in the iron ingot can be continuously eliminated, so that the density of the refined iron is getting bigger and bigger, but the refined iron itself will also be greatly lost.

"Six taels! There are six taels!" Sun Laotie said tremblingly.

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar!

Six taels, a toothpick, what a joke!

Sun Laotie stared at Mu Qing deadly, and said for a long time: "Little brother, you are from a blacksmith family?"

Mu Qing shook her head.

Sun Laotie seemed to say to himself: "However, although your style of play looks very reckless, it is rigid and soft, which not only eliminates impurities, but also does not lose too much iron, this is a very high tempering technique!"

Mu Qing smiled, touched his chin, and said, "Really, I ...... I had studied with a blacksmith master for a few days, but he didn't say how clever it was!"

But he said in his heart: This piece of iron is beaten like this, but it is almost to the level of iron essence, and it needs to be tempered by the fire system spell to reach the iron core, if you want to refine it into iron pith, you have to use mana to add the fire of the leyline, or you have to enter the dantian to quench for many years, if you want to refine it into an iron mother, it will take more work, or, you have to rely on silver armor refining.

Sun Laotie said solemnly: "Where did you come from?"

Mu Qing smiled: "Didn't I say it just now, I just wanted to borrow a treasure to fight a blade." ”

"What weapons do you want to fight, and how much pig iron do you need?" Sun Laotie said in a deep voice.

Mu Qing thought for a while and said, "I want to fight an iron gun, a little longer, about one zhang and two." ”

Mu Qing didn't choose to fight a sword, because he pondered, no matter how the sword was hit, it would be too small, and it would be light in size, and it would be really inadequate to use. The gun is slightly better, less conspicuous, and is a long blade, in the future, if you really encounter a formation of thousands of troops, a single shot will pour a large piece.

"An iron spear with two feet, a pure iron spear?" the strong man with arms as thick as a tree trunk almost shouted out his throat.

Then he said: "According to this weight, six catties become six taels, and there is only such a small point left, and the iron spear of one zhang and two zhang is not a thousand catties?"

Mu Qing nodded and said, "When I came in just now, I told the little second brother who answered the door that I have no other ability, I am born with brute strength." ”

Sun Laotie took a deep breath and said: "The old man has lived for most of his life, and he has seen a lot of talented people, but I really haven't seen a strange person like you, little brother!"

After thinking for a moment, he spoke again: "A thousand catties of iron guns require 10,000 catties of iron ingots, which is a big deal!"

Mu Qing took out ten ingots of silver from his arms and said, "This is one hundred taels of silver, is it enough?" I will give you so much." ”

Sun Laotie looked at the ten ingots of silver and said, "One tael of silver is about thirty catties of pig iron, which is far from it." ”

Hearing this, Mu Qing suddenly regretted a little, it would be good to keep more of the boxes of gold and silver last night. But he really doesn't know the price of goods in this mortal world. Secretly said: Otherwise, let's go on another trip tonight to eat big food? There are still a few mansions in this cool city.

I only heard Sun Laotie say again: "I took this hundred taels." I don't want it if it's not enough, but I have one condition!"

You say. ”

"I hope that the little brother will help this small shop to fight another blade, a short knife or a short sword, you can help, I will be born iron. How?"

"Deal!" Mu Qing readily agreed.

Sun Laotie looked at the apprentices beside him and said, "You guys, immediately go to the mines outside the city and mobilize their pig iron ingots there, at least 20,000 catties." ”

He also said: "From today onwards, you will give this little brother a hand!"

Suddenly, he looked at Mu Qing again, and said respectfully: "Look at my head, haven't you asked the little brother Gao's name?"

"My name is Yang Qing. Mu Qing said.

"When is the little brother going to start construction?"

Mu Qing thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow!"

"Okay, just tomorrow! My grandson Laotie is waiting for the little brother in the small shop!"

......

So, Mu Qing returned to Qingfeng Teahouse, and in the evening, he ate the dumplings made by Xu Yizhi himself, and really ate a pound, and told Father Xu and Xu Yizhi about going to strike iron lightly.

From the dawn of the next day, Mu Qing began his first blacksmith career in his life.

The Xu family class was ready to stay in Qingliang City for a total of ten days, so Mu Qing had to hurry up and get to work, and the dozen or so blacksmiths were also riveting, adding firewood to the firewood, pulling the bellows, and burning the six stoves to the fullest.

Only one day later, the short sword that Sun Laotie wanted was baked, the sword was nine inches long, the blade was two fingers wide, as thin as a willow leaf, the whole body was dark and shiny, and there was a layer of fine water ripple pattern on the surface, which was exquisite, giving people a sense of eye-catching and dazzling.

Mu Qing didn't dare to beat this sword too long and thick, just at this volume, the weight was full of eighty-one catties, and ordinary swordsmen couldn't dance at all.

According to Sun Laotie's request, Mu Qing engraved two words on the bottom of the sword body - "Black Evil".

Sun Laotie found the best wood and leather, and made a handle and sheath for this sword. When the sword was finally completed, Sun Laotie held the sword in his hand, and he couldn't help but cry.

Since then, this "black sword" has become the treasure of Sun Laotie's town store and heirloom, and it is not sold for ten thousand gold.

In the remaining days, Mu Qing only slept two hours a day, got up early and worked greedily at night, and those blacksmith masters worked backwards to help him.

Finally, on the morning of the Xu family's class, the iron gun that Mu Qing asked for was finally completed.

This gun is also dark and shiny, the surface is densely covered with water waves, weighing 1,200 pounds, the barrel is one zhang long, the head of the gun is two and a half points, as thick as a walnut, it is not loose or tight in the hand, it is called a right hand.

Mu Qing also engraved two small words on the bottom of the tip of this gun-Nirvana!

When this nirvana spear was waved by Mu Qing, a whirlwind was brought up, blowing straight to Sun Laotie and the others' cheeks.

Mu Qing wrapped the gun in a cyan scarf, tied a leather rope on the outside, crossed his shoulders, said goodbye to Sun Laotie and others, strode forward, and chased after Xu Jiaban's convoy......