Commanding Wind and Cloud

"yes!"

Amid the cracking sound of the bellows, Old Black picked up the iron tongs at his feet, and gently picked up the red-hot iron embryo. The heavy hammer set off a hurricane sound, like a falling meteor from the sky, and ruthlessly smashed on the red-hot iron embryo.

The moment the hammer and the anvil collided together, a series of scorching sparks splashed immediately, and the deafening sound of metal collisions was endless. The hot sparks splashed like gorgeous flame magic, and the sound of metal collisions was superimposed on each other, giving a feeling of thunder.

Ke Jin stared straight at the side, he never thought that blacksmithing could be done like this. The performance of the old blacksmith in front of him can no longer be called blacksmithing, it can be called art! He struck iron, and really hit a new realm.

On this small table, a heavy hammer is lifted and swung freely, and it does have the momentum of a calligraphy master splashing ink on the spot to create a stunning masterpiece.

The old blacksmith's movements were not too fast, but they were unbelievably steady. The hammer was dropped thousands of times, but the height the old blacksmith raised it was always on the same horizontal line, as if after the most accurate measurement, the hammer was lifted high, and then fell heavily on the anvil. Thousands of times of beating, there was not even a single mistake.

If he replaced the hammer with a two-handed sword, he would still have a bit of confidence in his drive to keep the two-handed sword at the same level within ten slashes, but he knew that it was an iron hammer, a hammer weighing a thousand catties, and it was difficult for him to even drag it, let alone reach the level of an old blacksmith.

Looking at the flying sparks, I was completely stunned...

"Players are motivated to master primary smelting."

"The player is motivated to master primary forging."

During the two series of system prompts, the old blacksmith also dropped the last hammer heavily. A section of the sword body lay quietly on the anvil, exuding a scorching breath. Old Black took out the iron tongs, picked up the sword body on the anvil, and threw it into the bucket with a single hand. There was a soft sound of "Here!", and a white smoke rose from the water...

After finishing all this, the old blacksmith gently put down the hammer in his hand, and lit the extinguished pipe again.

"As my apprentice, the first thing you have to learn is how to use the hammer correctly." The old blacksmith bent down again, found a hammer beside the anvil and threw it to Mo Jin: "From today on, you will use this hammer to strike the anvil a thousand times a day, and you can leave when you finish beating. I will teach you new things when I feel that you are able to use the hammer correctly."

The hammer thrown by the old blacksmith was still heavy, but it was not as exaggerated as before. It was a heavy hammer that could not even be lifted.

The hammer head that was thrown this time was obviously several times smaller than the hammer head that the old blacksmith used when forging iron. I picked it up vigorously and tried it, and felt that it weighed about two to three hundred catties. Although it was still a little difficult to swing, compared to the previous heavy hammer, this one in front of me was not too scary.

Gan Jin held the hammer in his hand, and he didn't rush to raise the hammer immediately to smash it. With his eyes closed, he tried his best to recall the actions of the old blacksmith when he struck iron and hammered out the hammer, and corrected his own mistakes when he hammered out the hammer again and again in meditation.

Blake's cloudy old eyes looked curiously at the energy to stand still with his eyes closed tightly, secretly guessing what he was doing? Why don't you strike the iron?

After simulating nearly a hundred times in the vigorous meditation, the closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time that the rays of light filled with confidence shot out, the hammer in his hand was raised high above his head and slammed into the anvil.

Clang!

The small room echoed with the sound of the hammer hitting the anvil just now, hot sparks erupted irregularly in all directions like brilliant midnight fireworks.

Black's curious cloudy old eyes suddenly burst into an unprecedented sharp light at this moment, and his right hand, which was always stable while holding a heavy hammer, shook violently at this moment, as if he couldn't even hold a light pipe.

sharp! Blake was pleasantly surprised to see that he had already hit the second hammer with vigor. The height and falling speed of the first hammer just now were exactly the same as when he forged iron.

However, this is not what surprised Blake. The essence of the real judgment in the previous blacksmithing drill was not the height and speed of the hammer, but the metal clanging sound at the moment it hit the anvil.

The sound made by the first hammer of enthusiasm is three points the same as that made by Black. It is not a sound that can appear by coincidence, but that he really observed and experienced it with his heart.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...

He kept swinging the hammer vigorously, repeatedly beating on the anvil.

He was so focused that he even forgot the passage of time and even the fatigue of his body. He suddenly found that blacksmithing was actually very interesting.

The old blacksmith also seemed to be indifferent to his apprentice, just leaning on the recliner and dozing off, the pipe on his mouth flickering on and off amidst the sound of iron hammering.

"Your forging proficiency has improved, and your strength has increased a little."

"Your forging proficiency has improved, and your strength has increased a little."

"Your forging proficiency has improved, and your strength has increased a little."

...

Accompanied by the enthusiasm, there is only this boring system beep.

Five hundred times... Mo Jin's arm became more and more sore and numb, so he simply used the fighter's third-level fighting strength as a supplement, and continued to do the same movements repeatedly.

It was not until the evening that Qi Jin completed a thousand beatings.

When everything stopped, it was not just the right arm, but all the muscles on the right half of the body were crying out with soreness and pain. It was impossible to raise the arm again.

When he went out vigorously, the old blacksmith was still dozing off, but he just nodded at him and closed his cloudy eyes again.

Mission completed today? Mo Jin dragged his exhausted body out of the blacksmith shop, and saw something suddenly sounded in the sky outside.

"Fuck! System elf, die for me!"

"What's the matter?"

Qi Jin raised his left arm and pointed to the sky and asked: "Didn't you say that after eight hours, I will automatically return to the original world? Look at what time it is now, eight hours, I think there are even sixteen hours?"

"I forgot to tell you something, the time in the game is one to two with the real time, that is to say, eight hours of real time is equal to sixteen hours of game time, but you are right, you have entered the game for almost sixteen hours, don't worry, you will be able to return to the real world soon."

ps: For the new issue, everyone is an old reader of Qidian, so they are very clear. The three slogans that the author is most willing to read at this time, although we also thought about avoiding vulgarity before opening the book, so we didn’t catch the fashionable train that crossed, but wrote about an aborigine from another world, but there are three common things that we still have to do, recommendation tickets, member clicks, and favorites! oh! It happened to be three vulgar slogans that couldn't be more vulgar. I don't know if this counts as... three vulgarities? It is said that I go up against the three vulgarities in Shangbang. If I go up against the wind like this, I wonder if I will be harmonized?