Tiandao doesn't work today

It’s summer, the fourteenth year of Yongping.

Yan Nu was fifteen years old, sitting on a big rock outside Chashan Castle, looking north, waiting for Aweng's return.

He was bare-chested and barefoot, with a piece of grass in his mouth.

Every day he would stay here in a daze for a while, just because the view here was the best. If anyone wanted to return to the castle, this would be the first place to see it.

Last month, he also heard that the Tufa clan had reached the north bank of Jishui, while Qingzhou governor Gou Xi's army was facing off on the south bank.

He didn't know where Jishui was, but he only knew that Aweng was in Gou Xi's army.

It has been a year since Aweng was sent to the battlefield. He has never been separated from Aweng for such a long time, and he only hopes to come back soon.

"Pa!" Suddenly a whip struck Yan Nu's back, leaving a blood-red mark.

He still has many similar marks on his body, but he seems to be used to them.

"You untouchable, how dare you be lazy when I ask you to carry water?" The steward of Chashan Castle always treated him with a vicious look, just because Yan Nuer always had a playful smile and was not as respectful and fearful as other untouchables.

"We've finished carrying the water." Yan Nu's face was bright.

"Crack!" Another whip came down.

The steward said angrily: "How can we finish the selection! Don't you know that the castle master has issued an order to store water all the time without stopping? Has the spring on the tea mountain been dried up?"

Yan Nu nodded seriously: "Yes."

The steward was stunned, and then he came down with several more whips, which made Yan Nu'er's skin and flesh raw, and he grinned in pain, but Yan Nu'er never wanted to show any fear on his face.

But the more he behaved like this, the more annoyed the steward became, and he whipped him a few more times until a group of rural warriors from Chashan Castle rode up from a distance.

"A strange thing! A strange thing! The spring on Tea Mountain has dried up!"

"There have been severe droughts in the past years, but now it's the rainy season! Are there evil spirits or monsters?"

The village heroes discussed and rode into the fort like the wind.

The steward stopped his whip and was stunned. He didn't expect that the tea mountain spring had really dried up?

Seeing that Yan Nu'er was still sitting on the big stone and not moving, he said angrily: "Huh! Then you can't be lazy! Go to the blacksmith for me again! There is still a shortage of people at the smelting yard, and there will be less than 300 kilograms of steel to be inspected tonight. , you can’t even think about eating.”

Yan Nu chuckled: "Okay, okay, why are you so angry? I'll just go help you blacksmith."

He was like coaxing a child, which made the steward very unhappy, so he whipped him from behind: "What a moron!"

Without looking back, Yan Nu returned to the fort under the disgusted gaze of the steward, and walked into the bustling forge where countless craftsmen were sweating profusely to help.

There is the sound of forging iron everywhere here, and there are three hundred craftsmen working day and night, smelting iron and forging weapons.

The castle owner said that all the iron ore brought must be smelted, and the more weapons forged, the better.

In times of great chaos, barbarians, bandits, and even wandering hungry people may threaten the wealthy forts, so the more weapons and equipment the better.

"Yan Nu'er is here, come and help me." The man who called him with a hammer was sweating.

"Hey! Uncle Hong, what should I do?" Yan Nu hurried over.

"Just be responsible for the quenching. You can't swing this hammer!" Uncle Hong's big hammer weighs forty kilograms. Every time it hits the red-hot iron, this action has to be repeated countless times. It also needs to be quenched, tempered, and hammered repeatedly, and it takes hundreds of times to become steel.

"Okay!" Yan Nu glanced at the sky while quenching the forged iron.

It was getting late, and he guessed that he might not have anything to eat tonight, so he put the grass in his mouth into his stomach, thinking that he had a lot of hay stored under his bed, so he could have a good meal if he was hungry at night.

He has been able to eat grass since he was a child and digest it in one go. I heard Aweng say that when he was a baby, he had no breast milk and had to survive by eating grass.

For the next fifteen years, he was displaced and lived in poverty. He ate more grass than rice. It is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up eating grass.

In addition, he is not afraid of cold snow or boiling water.

He is not even afraid of being hit by stones, nor is he afraid of steel. A knife can't even break the skin of his body.

It's not that he has rough skin and thick flesh... Ordinary iron and even wooden thorns can hurt him, but the hundred-refined steel used by warriors cannot.

Only he and Aweng knew about these things. Aweng said that this was due to his innate supernatural powers. After being chopped down by a powerful warrior when he was a baby, he was no longer afraid.

"I miss Aweng so much. I wonder when the world will be peaceful and Aweng can come back."

Yan Nu murmured about quenching the red-hot iron, and his thoughts had already drifted to the place called Jishui.

"Hey! Be careful of the burn!"

Uncle Hong suddenly shouted a reminder. Yan Nu came to his senses and found that his hand was soaked in water. The bucket of water had been quenched several times and was almost boiling.

"Oh, I'm fine." Yan Nu hurriedly took out his hand. Aweng had reminded him to try not to show his weirdness to outsiders.

However, he doesn't know how to lie by nature, so he usually pays attention to carrying someone behind his back. This time, he was completely distracted.

Fortunately, Uncle Hong didn't have time to care about him. Thinking that he was holding on, he said, "Is it burned? Go and soak it in cold water!"

Yan Nu obeyed the instructions and continued quenching after returning.

Uncle Hong was chatting with him while blacksmithing: "Don't be distracted. Do you miss you, Aweng? Jiang Weng is our birthday boy. God bless him, he will be fine."

"Is there any news?" Yan Nu asked expectantly.

Uncle Hong curled his lips and sighed: "Who knows? Logically speaking, it has been a month, and there should be news from the front line, but I guess only the nobles have received it... There have been no merchants or refugees for many days, we untouchables Where can I get news from so far away?"

Yan Nu suddenly said: "So that's it, then I'll ask the noble man!"

After saying that, he dropped his things and started to leave.

Uncle Hong was startled and quickly grabbed him: "You are such a fool!"

"If you ask like this, I won't tell you... In this case, you work hard, can I ask for you?"

He coaxed Yan Nu helplessly. He knew that this boy really dared to ask the nobles.

As long as you show Yan Nu the way, this kid will definitely do it. He is very courageous.

When Jiang Weng was seriously ill, he told Yan Nu that there was medicine in the warehouse of the training ground. As a result, the boy broke in directly to get the medicine and came back to treat Jiang Weng's illness. In the end, he was whipped by the nobleman until he almost died.

He regretted his talking too much, and from then on he regarded Yan Nu as his nephew.

"The manager should also know, but he...if we meet the quota of blacksmithing and ask him again, he will definitely tell us." Uncle Hong said firmly, but in fact he was not very confident in his heart.

Yan Nu said enthusiastically: "Oh? Great, then I also want to forge iron. I must complete today's quota."

Seeing that he was about to strike again, Uncle Hong curled his lips and said, "This is a forty-pound hammer, and you have to swing it with one hand. Where can your little arms go?"

Yan Nu stubbornly said: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Uncle Hong found it funny, then thought of the ferocious face of the steward, and said: "Okay, I'll give it a try. Let's agree first. If we can't meet the quota, we won't ask! When it is completed, let's ask together, okay?" "

"good!"

Seeing Yan Nu agree, Uncle Hong smiled, immediately made room for him, and placed a heavy hammer on the anvil, as if he was watching a joke.

Yan Nu followed suit by clamping a piece of red-hot iron and placing it on it. He held the handle of the hammer with his right hand and lifted it hard.

Just like that, he didn't even stab his horse or use any waist strength. He just used brute force to swing the sledgehammer! Then the whole person fell backwards with the hammer...

Uncle Hong quickly supported him and laughed loudly: "Silly boy, this won't work. If you exert force like this, you will only strain yourself."

Yan Nu was dissatisfied and smiled: "Then how to exert force? You teach me!"

Uncle Hong grinned and said: "Do you really want to complete the quota? Forget it, I'm not kidding you. In fact, it is impossible to inspect and accept three hundred kilograms of steel in one day."

"Although I can punch twenty pounds a day, not everyone has the strength and skills like me. Most of the three hundred craftsmen are apprentices like you, and some have to forge weapons. After making steel in a day, Just give it a weight of 200 to 230 jins."

"The manager deliberately set a target of 300 kilograms to make us afraid of him. If we fail to achieve the target, he will still give us food. We all have to be grateful to him."

"Of course, the quantity cannot be too small. If the manager really sees who is unhappy, he will take the opportunity to deduct the meal."

Yan slave didn't care about this and said stubbornly: "I want to fight too, and I will definitely be able to hit three hundred kilograms! Please teach me, Uncle Hong."

Uncle Hong ignored the first half of his words and nodded: "It's okay. Although you are not strong enough, you can learn the skills first, and then slowly switch to a heavy hammer later."

His whole family is dead, and he regards Yan Nuer as his nephew, so of course he wants to learn from him.

Not long after, Yan Nu was learning from the side with a small hammer, and he soon became decent.

Uncle Hong taught him while he was blacksmithing, and corrected his movements at the same time. Soon the postures and movements of the two were almost in sync.

It was gratifying to see that he learned quickly: "I usually see you as a silly boy, but I didn't expect that you have some talent for blacksmithing."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished boasting, Yan Nu said: "Have I learned it? Give me the heavy hammer!"

Uncle Hong was furious: "What did you learn just now? Not to mention that you are not strong enough, even if you grow a few more years, you still won't be able to do it. You still have to learn how to adjust your breath and luck! Do you really think you can use brute force for a day?"

"What's the luck of breath adjustment?"

"Let's start with the simple ones. Watch me breathe...inhale...exhale..."

Yan Nu followed suit, and didn't feel anything at first, but as he gradually mastered the rhythm, his breathing became more and more rhythmic, and he vaguely felt that there was a majestic energy surging in his body, mobilized from his limbs and bones. come out.

Uncle Hong didn't know what was going on in his body, so he continued to explain: "Luck is a water-milling skill. Practice it slowly, and use the force in conjunction with the blacksmithing movements. Imagine that there is a breath of energy in your body, which circulates from your heels to your waist and then to your arms." Another circle... After practicing for three to five years, you will probably be able to use a heavy hammer..."

After Yan Nu heard this, he started to swing the hammer using the strength and breathing he had learned.

"Bang!"

The three-pound hammer in his hand hit the anvil hard, and the fire was everywhere! The sound is like a bell!

Uncle Hong was startled and looked over quickly, and saw that Yan Nu was very focused. Based on the tricks he learned, he turned his arm according to the force and struck again.

"Bang!"

Uncle Hong felt incredible. He had been playing iron for so many years, and of course he knew that Yan Nu's hammer blow at this moment was terrifying, and its explosive power was far greater than him.

"Bang! Bang!"

When the third hammer was struck, the wooden handle shattered, and the hammer head flew out, smashing a big hole in the earthen wall of the blacksmith shop!

"Uncle Hong, look, I've learned how to use this small hammer to replace it with a heavy hammer!" Yan Nu said happily.

Uncle Hong was stunned. He didn't know where Yan Nu got this power. Thinking carefully about it, he found that the speed of swinging the hammer was not very fast, but the strength was amazing!

"This situation is very similar to..."

Uncle Hong pondered for a moment, gave him a heavy hammer and said, "Try again."

Yan Nuer immediately halted his horse and swung the heavy hammer, but he did not have enough strength. Seeing that he was about to fall again, he took a sharp breath and relied on the explosive power of the energy in his body to swing the heavy hammer fiercely. , hit it hard!

"boom!"

With the huge sound, the red-hot iron was smashed directly, and there was a faint shock wave from the place where the collision occurred.

Seeing this shock wave, Uncle Hong finally realized it, with a horrified look on his face: "Yan Nu'er, you actually have true energy?"

"What is true energy?" Yan Nu didn't understand.

Uncle Hong pointed at his hammer: "After practicing luck for a few years, you will really have a Qi in your body, which can be turned into strength..."

"Oh, isn't this what Uncle Hong taught me just now? I've learned it." Yan Nu said.

Uncle Hong was a little speechless: "No, no, the true energy is developed over many years. My luck method must be matched with hammering. After repeated training, the true energy will slowly develop. I have been hammering for ten years, and I have some , you just learned it, how could you have it!"

"You...you must have learned martial arts since you were a child!"

Yan Nu was confused: "Have I learned it?"

Uncle Hong said anxiously: "You must have learned it, why are you asking me? If you haven't learned martial arts, you can't have true energy!"

Yan Nu said oh, then smiled: "Then can I strike iron?"

"..." Uncle Hong was a little speechless and said: "Your zhenqi is deeper than my uncle, of course you can, even... you should find some instructors to practice martial arts. If you are accepted, you won't have to work as a handyman in the future. .”

Yan Nu thought to himself: "I don't want to practice martial arts, I want to forge iron. Let's complete today's quota together!"

After that, he continued to forge the iron block, making a banging sound.

Uncle Hong saw that he was stubborn about blacksmithing, so he had to continue to give instructions: "Hey, one hammer, two hammers, three hammers, four hammers... Okay, okay, we can fold the noodles, eh, right... one hammer, two hammers, three hammers ...Take it to temper..."

With repeated instructions, Yan Nu beat faster and faster.

Yan Nu's strength is completely adequate, even better! After half an hour of this, he had hit six pounds of steel!

"It's so fast. If you keep persisting, you can weigh 60 pounds in five hours!"

Uncle Hong was stunned. His output was three times that of his just learning! He felt that his ten years of blacksmithing skills were like a joke.

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p.s: Sorry.