Chapter 24 Being Humiliated

Long Yu looked at the introduction and found that the Fuxi Qin could not be forged, but had to be carved. The material was the phoenix tree. The strings were woven from silk from ice silkworms, and the surface of the Qin was carved with runes. Long Yu had the urge to hit someone. It was not possible to forge a Qin with such effort.

Long Yu was about to turn around and leave, looking at the forging table that was about to end before it even started. After thinking for a while, he decided to forge the Sword of Consciousness first. Long Yu once again looked for the forging method to forge the Sword of Consciousness.

When the sword is struck, the spiritual consciousness is first drawn out and then attached to ordinary iron, and other materials are added to forge it together. Then the sword of spiritual consciousness leaves the ordinary iron and turns into a sword blank of the sword of spiritual consciousness, which is continuously polished to add a deeper level of forging.

Long Yu ordered ten sets of universal sword materials, spent more than a thousand points, and still felt distressed. Long Yu looked at the furnace, guided the purple flame in his consciousness into the furnace, and then threw Fan in it.

As soon as Long Yu threw the ordinary iron in, he felt guilty. The ordinary iron did not last for three seconds before it turned into liquid iron and evaporated directly. Long Yu slapped his thigh. The forging technique requires controlling the temperature of the flame, not just throwing it in randomly.

Long Yu looked at the furnace still emitting purple flames, and tried to collect the purple flames. As Long Yu watched the purple flames gradually enter his spiritual consciousness, he felt relieved. He once again mobilized a trace of purple flames into the furnace and threw a piece of ordinary iron into it.

Unexpectedly, the ordinary iron still turned into molten iron in less than three minutes. Long Yu tried to use his spiritual sense to control the molten iron to fly out of the furnace and put it on the forging table. Long Yu picked up the hammer to hit it, but Long Yu was disappointed again. The molten iron and the forging table became one.

Long Yu cursed at the forging table, "What the hell is this? Can it be forged properly?" After cursing, he immediately retracted the purple flame and took out the wordless heavenly book to read again. Long Yu saw a case explanation in it, saying that ordinary iron turned into molten iron when it entered the furnace because the temperature was too high, and it was only suitable to burn ordinary iron to red before forging.

Long Yu touched his cold sweat. The temperature of the flame was too high. Long Yu controlled the purple flame to become smaller again, and threw the ordinary iron in again. Once again, the ordinary iron turned into a piece of red ordinary iron as soon as it entered. Long Yu quickly clamped it out with a clamp and put it on the forging table.

Long Yu quickly took the hammer and hit the iron hard. Because there was nothing to control it, the iron slipped away as soon as it touched the hammer and bounced onto Long Yu's body. Long Yu could smell the smell of barbecue, a spreading aroma of meat, which made Long Yu start to feel hungry.

Long Yu looked down and saw 100,000 alpacas running in his mind. He looked at his stomach and felt as if it was scalded. Long Yu looked at the iron block still rolling on the ground and had an idea in his mind. He used his spiritual consciousness to control the iron block and continued to forge it.

Long Yu once again guided the purple flame into the furnace. When it was burning red, he used his spiritual power to control the iron block to the forging table. He picked up the hammer and hit it with a heavy hammer. After the iron block turned into a hammer groove, Long Yu struck both sides again. There was no other step except to make it into a discus.

Long Yu looked at the iron block and thought, shouldn't it be in the shape of a sword? How did it become like this? Long Yu took out the wordless scripture again and read it. Long Yu slapped himself hard. Hitting the iron sheet requires controlling the speed of the hammer, not relying on brute force.

Long Yu shook the sky helplessly, looking at the ordinary iron in the shape of a discus. He controlled a little purple flame in the furnace again, threw the ordinary iron in the discus into the furnace, burned it, and quickly used his spiritual sense to control the ordinary iron on the forging table.

Long Yu took the hammer and hit the ordinary iron at a very fast speed, little by little, and watched as it slowly became an uneven surface. He put it in a bucket and put it in the furnace again to burn it red.

After hammering it over and over again, Long Yu saw that it was almost a square when he found a crack inside. Long Yu knew that this piece of iron was useless, and there was no hope unless he used an intermediate forging table to melt it again.

Long Yu suddenly heard the sound of someone knocking on his grid, and saw from the jade slip that it was Xiao An. Long Yu controlled the jade slip to let Xiao An in. As soon as Xiao An came in and looked at the forging equipment selected by Long Yu, he smiled inadvertently.

Long Yu looked at Xiao An in bewilderment, "Young Master, are you sure you are learning the forging technique and not learning how to make ordinary iron?" Xiao An took out a ring, put Long Yu's forging table into the ring, and slowly took out a black forging table.

The forging table was very smooth without any other traces of potholes. Long Yu knew that this forging table was not simple. Xiao An clamped the cracked ordinary iron with a clamp and placed it on the forging table. He looked at Long Yu seriously and said, "Young Pavilion Master, you see that the cracked ordinary iron can still be forged and repaired."

After Xiao An finished speaking, a blue-white flame appeared in his right hand and slowly approached the Fan Iron. The side of the Fan Iron close to the flame began to turn red. Xiao An quickly took the clamp with his left hand and used the clamp to roll the Fan Iron until it became a complete piece of Fan Iron.

Xiao An picked up a piece of ordinary iron on the ground and used a blue flame to burn it into iron juice, which dripped onto the crack. Xiao An put down the ordinary iron and first used a hammer to slowly hit it on the forging table until it reached a certain speed, and then continued to hit it at a uniform speed. Long Yu counted the number of hits, a total of thirty-six hammers, and the sound of each hammer was the same.

Xiao An threw the ordinary iron into the bucket to cool it down, and pointed at the ordinary iron in the bucket. "Young Pavilion Master, look, repair the cracks once, then turn it over and repair it again, and then you can repair the cracks when it is formed by repeating the repairs."

Long Yu was stunned and looked at Xiao An with curiosity, "Senior Xiao, why do you have to hit the forging table first and then hit the ordinary iron?" Xiao An took out a delicately embroidered handkerchief from the ring, wiped his hands, and looked at Long Yu with a smile on his face.

"Young Master, look at this piece of ordinary iron. Doesn't it look like a person? To make it into a sword, it requires different processes. There are thirty-six processes, forty-nine processes, and eighty-one processes to forge ordinary iron."

As Xiao An picked up the ordinary iron of the bucket, he said to Long Yu, "The material of ordinary iron is also a person. Some people are born in rich families, some are born in the homes of generals, and some are born in war-torn countries. The higher the status, the more things you have to bear, and children from humble families have to pay too much to get what they want."

Long Yu listened to Xiao An's words, as if he had an inexplicable sadness, and touched the back of his head. "Senior Xiao, did you also come here from a faraway place?" Xiao An did not stop hammering, looking very lonely, and was beaten to a pulp. "All the people here came here from faraway places, but over time, many people have forgotten the way home."

Long Yu watched Xiao An carefully looking at the second batch of beaten iron, "Then our home will be beautiful, right?" Xiao An put the iron in the bucket and looked at Long Yu sadly, "It is beautiful, but after the war, our home was torn apart. Now the people in our home are at odds with each other and have been bullied by other tribes for many years."

Long Yu looked at Xiao An, who looked melancholy. It seemed that something inexplicable was guiding Xiao An's mood. Long Yu glanced at the ordinary iron in the bucket and said, "Senior Xiao, can you teach me the art of forging? I want to learn it."

Xiao An patted Long Yu on the shoulder and said, "My forging skills are in the upper to lower levels in Shenjian Mountain. The Pavilion Master's forging skills are very strong, so it would be better for you to learn from him, but I can tell you what I know."

Long Yu quickly bowed to Xiao An, and Xiao An nodded. Long Yu used a hammer to hammer the iron, and Xiao An instructed him. Long Yu learned from Xiao An that the thirty-six steps were thirty-six times of hammering, thirty-six times each time, with the same force and speed for each hammering.

The same principle applies to the 49th, 64th, and 81st processes. You can increase but not decrease, and you can go from more to less. But you cannot increase or decrease in the middle, and you cannot interrupt. If you interrupt, it will be considered useless.

Long Yu looked at the piles of scrap metal around him, which were almost overwhelming Long Yu and Xiao An. There were too many of them. Long Yu watched as his 100 million points turned into 5 million points, but he still hadn't created a successful sword embryo.

Xiao An couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he taught Long Yu the art of melting iron again, which was to burn the scrap iron into iron liquid and then cool it down to make a new piece of ordinary iron. And the ordinary iron behind him also went through countless times of melting before becoming ordinary iron.

If it weren't for the cracks all over the ordinary iron, Long Yu would have suspected that he was too wasteful and there was really no need to fuse it. Long Yu looked at the two pieces of ordinary iron on the ground, and still relied on his perseverance to pick up the two pieces of ordinary iron that were full of cracks and were about to become scrap iron.

Long Yu used a purple flame to approach the ordinary iron, which slowly turned red and was placed on the forging table. He then took a piece of scrap iron from the side and melted it into iron liquid to repair the ordinary iron. Long Yu took out a hammer and hit the ordinary iron continuously. After just two hits, the forging table instantly broke into pieces.

Long Yu looked at Xiao An, who looked distressed, and looked at him embarrassedly. He looked at the broken forging table with a dark face, and waved his hand with a pained look, "Let's do it again." Xiao An arranged for people to clean up the space in the grid. Long Yu looked at Xiao An, "Senior Xiao, am I not suitable for forging weapons?"

Xiao An comforted Long Yu, "Young Master, don't be so sad. Nothing in this world is easy. Besides, there is no one who is suitable or not. As long as you think you can do it, you must believe that you can accomplish it."

Long Yu looked at Xiao An, who seemed to be a great man. He silently said to himself, "If he can achieve his lofty ambitions one day, he will laugh at Huang Chao for being a coward." Long Yu looked at a group of people cleaning up the scrap metal in the grid and couldn't help but smile.

Long Yu shouted at himself, a piece of scrap metal , " I deserve to be cut into pieces. If I can't become a strong man, I will die." A fat disciple looked at Long Yu and said vaguely to the person next to him, "Waste is waste, what nonsense are you talking about? If I had such good resources, I would have made a lot of good weapons long ago."

Several disciples around the fat man echoed his words, "It's because he relies on the protection of the Pavilion Master, otherwise there wouldn't be so many materials for him to practice with. He's just a waste material, which is nothing."