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"Ah...... This damn stone is bigger than the power of a Zen staff...... Ah, we're imprisoned......"

In Zhuo Yifan's mind, the nine chaotic voices appeared at this time.

He was stunned in his heart, raised his hands and began to pat his skull non-stop.

"Brother Yifan, what's wrong with you?" Huya said in surprise.

The sound was fleeting, very brief, as if it had never appeared.

Zhuo Yifan shook his head, frowned and said, "It's okay! It's okay!" and then continued to look at the things in the ding nervously, and after careful inspection, there was nothing abnormal.

After a period of saturation from boiling, calm returned to Dingnai.

Seeing this, Zhuo Song stopped heating, because reheating would only consume molten iron.

Next, Zhuo Song ordered the caster to pour the molten liquid into the sword fan and cast it.

When pouring, the angle of inclination is strictly controlled, and the sword fan is left to be able to touch the outside range, the speed of pouring, and then cover the casting cover for condensation.

After it condenses for seven minutes, the sword body can be forged and quenched.

At first, Zhuo Song personally folded and forged, because the initial forging force was very important, which was related to the flexibility and hardness of the sword body. Because Zhuo Jian Villa has been casting swords for a long time, Zhuo Song knows that the yak urine contains a lot of corrosive things, so he used it to quench the blade of the sword, and quenched the sword spine with the fat fat of the yak.

Watching his father carefully fold and forge the sword body, Zhuo Song did every step carefully, Zhuo Yifan was curious at this time, he always liked to try new things.

"Dad, I want to try it, is it okay?" Zhuo Yifan asked tentatively.

"Do you have the strength, and you have to master the strength. Zhuo Song buried his head and replied.

"Yes, definitely. You don't know, I often chop wood and carry water in Bodhi Temple, and I even go up the mountain to chop wood. Anyway, you have to teach me sword forging in the future, so why don't you take this opportunity to teach me it. Zhuo Yifan said with a hippie smile.

Zhuo Song hesitated, such a precious sword, he didn't dare to let Zhuo Yifan try it easily.

In his heart, he had long been thinking about when to hand over Zhuo Jian Villa to Zhuo Yifan to take care of, as the young owner of the village, he had the responsibility to take up this burden. This peerless sword is being forged right now, and if his son can participate in it, it will be beneficial and harmless for him to gain a foothold in the sword-forging industry in the future, because this is a rare sword, and it will definitely make his son famous.

"It's good, it's good. But you have to study carefully, this is a peerless sword, and you can't be negligent. Zhuo Song advised.

"Really, no wonder it's so difficult to melt it, what kind of good sword, is it powerful with my grandfather's vortex sword?"

"Now you have to learn to forge swords with peace of mind, as for the rest, you will naturally know later, and it is useless to talk about it at this time. ”

"Well, I'll study it seriously. ”

"Put on this sword-forging garment first, so that the sword won't hurt you. Zhuo Song handed Zhuo Yifan a piece of clothing that was the same as his own.

"I won't wear it, it's really not good-looking!" Zhuo Yifan pouted.

"You see all these swordsmiths are wearing them, but are you the only one who is special?"

"Then I won't learn to forge swords, this dress is so bulky to wear, it will damage my suave image. Zhuo Yifan said unashamedly.

"Okay, okay, you're just learning a little bit anyway, but you need to be careful. ”

Zhuo Song taught Zhuo Yifan how to fold and forge, how much force to use, how much range of forging is, the number of consecutive hits, and so on.

At first, Zhuo Yifan thought it was quite funny, but in view of Zhuo Song's warning to him, he realized that this sword might be a good thing, so he focused on forging it. However, after all, he was still young and had limited experience, so he began to be a little distracted after half a day.

"Oops!"

With a shout, Zhuo Yifan's palm was slashed by the body of the newly cast sword.

When Zhuo Song heard this, he hurriedly worried: "Fan'er, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuo Yifan spread out his palm, and the gurgling blood continued to flow down, and his palms were stained red.

Seeing the bright red on his hands, after all, it was his own son, Zhuo Song was a little panicked.

"Let you wear a sword-casting suit, you just don't wear it, now you know it hurts!" Zhuo Song complained to him, and looked very distressed: "Wait a minute, there are still some medicines in the stone room, just in case!"

After saying that, Zhuo Song went to get the hemostatic medicine.

"The blade of this sword hasn't opened yet, why is it so sharp, it hurts me to death!" Zhuo Yifan grinned.

"That's it, if you don't listen to your father, you deserve it!" Yu Qingqiu pouted.

"Senior brother, Gongzi Zhuo is already like this, don't talk about him!" Lin Qingyi said.

Yu Qingqiu glanced at her, pouting and not looking at him.

"Zhuo Gongzi, do you hurt?" Lin Qingyi blew on him with her mouth.

Seeing this, Huya stood aside and shook his head.

Due to the deep blood, the blood dripped down the fingers on the unforged sword body, and from time to time there was white smoke and a sizzling sound.

They were just looking at the wounds, and of course they didn't notice that.

After a while, Zhuo Song came back, still holding the medicine in his hand.

Before Zhuo Song could speak, Lin Qingyi took the medicine from his hand and quickly applied it to Zhuo Yifan's wound.

Then, he tore off a piece of cloth from his cuff and bandaged Zhuo Yifan's wound.

Zhuo Song was taken aback when he saw a man so skilled in dressing and bandaging, and his expression was instantly frozen.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Zhuo Yifan saw that he was stunned and didn't move, and said curiously.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay!" Zhuo Song hurriedly regained his thoughts.

"Lin Gongzi, seeing that you are so skilled in dressing and bandaging, you have studied medicine!" Zhuo Song said.

When Lin Qingyi heard this, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she said, "Master let us practice, and the senior brothers love to practice swords, and they are often injured, so I came to apply medicine and bandage them!"

"Oh, no wonder, no wonder!" Zhuo Song nodded repeatedly.

"Then Fan'er's hands will be fine, right?"

Lin Qingyi replied: "The medicine is dressed, and there should be no major problem after bandaging, but the back must not be wet." ”

After listening to Lin Qingyi's words, Zhuo Song breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

"Did you hear it, before the wound healed, listen to Lin Gongzi's words, don't get wet!" Zhuo Song explained.

"Oh!" Zhuo Yifan pouted the corners of his mouth and nodded.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's expression, Lin Qingyi's little face showed a smile, looking very innocent.

Zhuo Yifan, who has always been active, could only watch his father wearing a bulky sword-casting suit from the side when his hand was injured, and continued to fold and forge the sword body.

When he saw that his blood was sucked clean by the sword body that was still hot, and his father continued to forge it, Zhuo Song raised the hammer and forged it every time, Zhuo Yifan felt as if he had hit himself, although the sword body was only soaked with a small amount of his own blood. (To be continued.) )