All worlds start from leaves

Chapter 93
On the second day, when the sky was gray and gray, Bo Fengdu got up.

"Xiao Li, Xiao..."

After shouting, he remembered that Xiao Li should have stayed at Old Man Mo's place last night, so he could only shake his head and prepare breakfast by himself.

"Grandpa Mo, good morning!"

"Morning, how's my blacksmith's hammer grinding and washing?" It's rare that old man Mo isn't going crazy anymore.

Taking out the rusty blacksmith's hammer and a series of sword casting tools, Xiao Li said, "It's all done, Grandpa Mo, when are we going to cast it? It's agreed, replace the sword with my flying knife." "

"Okay?" Looking at all the polished tools beside Xiao Li, Old Man Mo, who was originally unable to straighten his back, became even more stooped.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, this time I'm really going to die..."

Becoming nervous again, old man Mo walked to the stove in a decadent manner, and found that the flames were fierce at this time, and his whole body became even more decadent.

Even a wisp of flame floated up, burning away some of his eyebrows and hair without knowing it.

哃~!

Throwing a piece of pig iron into it, the pig iron softened after a while, and then slowly melted, making him even more nervous.

"I'm going to die, this time it's over..."

"Morning, senior!" Bo Fengdu also came to Suotai's blacksmith's shop after having breakfast, at this time Suotai was directing a group of people to start the sword casting.

"Morning." Nodding his head, Suo Tai said: "You don't need to do it, just find a quiet corner and don't disturb others, you know?"

"Yes!"

Nodding in response, Bo Fengdu came to a corner, and then quietly watched a dozen master blacksmiths in the field doing their work in an orderly manner, while Suo Tai was in the middle of the schedule, without showing the slightest panic, and there was a sense of beauty implied in the whole process .

"Fire, increase, three blowers!"

"You can put cold iron, cold iron is not easy to melt, you need to put some as a primer first, half a tael is fine."

……

Sitting quietly in the corner, the sun has already reached noon without knowing it, the master craftsmen of the blacksmith shop have also changed a group, and at this time another group started to continue to work, but Suo Tai stayed in the middle and never left. , staring closely at more than a dozen materials in the stove.

"Master, the cold iron has softened!" A voice appeared, and Suo Tai, who had not moved around, finally stood up.

He took the small hammer from others and walked directly to the sword casting platform.

He took out the cold iron with tongs, and a small hammer jingled, and several strong masters next to him picked up the sledgehammer, and quickly beat the small piece of cold iron in turn.

On Old Man Mo's side, because of the limited channels, even after using it for so long, he only found a piece of Ziyun iron with acceptable quality, and already spent all the money.

But in order to be able to move himself, he didn't take out the Ziyun iron that had softened, but made a mold on the side, and Xiao Li continued to fight.

The sword casting has already started, and it will not give up halfway. Almost everyone is hungry, but no one said the word to eat.

"Master, ginseng soup." In order to regulate body functions, a fire has been specially set up in the backyard of the blacksmith shop at this time. A hundred-year-old ginseng is put into the pot to provide energy for everyone.

Not only Suotai blacksmith shop, but even in old man Mo's small courtyard, Xiao Li cooked ginseng soup for old man Mo.

This is what he heard from some swordsmiths. If you want to make a good sword, you must prepare ginseng soup, so Xiao Li bought it.

After drinking the ginseng soup, Old Man Mo knocked on a piece of pig iron, and at the same time began to say that he was going to die, which made Xiao Li roll his eyes.

On the other side, after drinking the ginseng soup, Suotai sweated a little on his forehead, and then began to beat on the materials on the sword casting platform, and the sledgehammers next to him took turns.

Even different materials require different people to drop the hammer, which is very elegant.

It's just that these pompous demeanors don't matter much, at this moment, he is very uncomfortable in the back kitchen eating delicious food and drinking spicy food.

I have to say that after paying for it myself, the treatment is of the highest level, which is better than that of a five-star hotel.

"Master Feng, it's going to rain, have you brought an umbrella?" While eating and drinking, a scary blacksmith suddenly asked.

Bo Fengdu was stunned for a moment and said, "Is it raining?"

"Yes, because after careful calculation, there will be a thunderstorm at [-] o'clock tonight, and the sky thunder is the best way to wash the sword, so Master Suo Tai chose to forge the sword today."

"Huh?" Bo Fengdu has really learned a lot: "Is there still such a saying?"

"Master Feng doesn't know?"

"I really don't know, it's the first time I've cast a sword." Hearing this kind of talk, Bo Fengdu ate a few mouthfuls, and came to the front to watch again.

It's just that he doesn't have the foundation. Although he can understand Suotai's technique now, it's rare to see the samadhi in it.

And the time passed bit by bit with the viewing of Bo Fengfeng, and the time also reached 07:30 in the evening.

Finish the furnace!Turn off the flame!
At this time, Suotai no longer had the red glow on his face at night, and his face was pale due to work, but there was a kind of brightness in his eyes.

"Boy Feng, do you dare to order a bigger one?"

Still holding the pitch-black sword that had not been washed away, Suo Tai, who had finally completed the work in stages, suddenly asked.

"Big one?" Bo Fengdu walked over, looked at the majestic sword even though it hadn't gone through the process of washing the sword, and asked strangely: "How do you play it big?"

"Extracting blood!"

"You say it, I will do it!"

Dazed for a moment, Bo Fengdu said with a smile.

Facing the affirmation of Bo's demeanor, Suotai also smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

While stroking his beard, he said: "Wait, I'm going to use the Thunder Wash Sword, you know that?"

"I heard it."

"That's good, but before washing the sword, I need you to keep pouring blood on the sword, and try to warm the sword with blood before the thunder arrives. Of course, I'm just talking, I don't need you to really warm it up, Just keep the blood flowing on the sword."

"Yes!" Bo Fengdu responded, then took the sword, pierced his palm with the sharp point, blood began to flow slowly on the sword.

Under the arrangement of his disciples, Suotai began to wash and wash, and at the same time drank some decoctions to regulate the body, so as not to fall ill from overwork.

On the side, there are servants and disciples who are constantly arranging, it seems that they are arranging a lightning rod.

On the top of the lightning rod, there is a groove. Bo Fengde looked at it and found that it was obviously waiting to place the sword.

Looking at the entire sword casting process of Suotai, it is orderly, even the way of washing the sword is special, but it is also brilliant.

And the sword of Bo Fengdu is almost completely modeled after the sword in the hands of the emperor of the country of the ancestors, and this kind of brilliant atmosphere goes well with it.

boom! ! !
Finally, Lei Ting was invited, and appeared in the sky above the Iron Country at around 50:[-], and Nami Fengdu also fixed the sword in a high groove, and was then erected by the servants with tools .

There was no huge momentum, when the thunder came, several lightning strikes hit the sword, and the sword was taken down.

Thunder and lightning continued in the distance, and the rain came quietly, sometimes like pouring.

In the heavy rain, Bo Fengdu's wound had already healed, and the sword in his hand slowly washed away the black on it under the impact of the rain, and a cold blue light appeared, which made many people shudder.

Back then, the emperor of the country of the ancestors was wielding such a sword to sell Otsuki Kaguya, and among the three children of Otsutsuki Kaguya, Hei Jue was undoubtedly the most like that weak emperor when he was a child.

And this is also the reason why Otsuki Kaguya never waited to see his son.

But it doesn't matter anymore, I first made some disgusting sensations in Zuobiegu, and dug various holes along the way, and finally forged this sword.

Presumably, Hei Jue, a filial son, was already upset at this time, and the more time passed, the more confused he became.

After all, it is a monster that has lived for thousands of years. It would be really difficult to deal with it if it doesn't attack the opponent's intelligence.

“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！”此时，铁之国国都外边，一直在尾随波风度的黑绝真的头都炸了，在雨水中疯狂嘶吼。

"Mom~"

"No! That's not Mom!"

"No!!! Mom..."

"Grandpa Mo!" On the other side of the Iron Country, Xiao Li was also crying and whining.

The original miscellaneous things in Old Man Mo's yard have been completely destroyed by Tianlei, and there are also several inexplicable formations beside Old Man Mo.

It was because of these formations that the thunderbolts from the sky fell one after another, heading towards the flying knife.

But the flying knife was inserted into his heart by the root of old man Mo. Even though old man Mo had been chopped black and burned violently in the heavy rain, the flying knife still didn't hit a single point.

At [-]:[-], the thunder stopped and the rain did not fall.

But Old Man Mo had completely disappeared, leaving only a flying knife that was still purple and black and had not been washed off, lying alone.

Kneeling there blankly, looking at the flying knife, Xiao Li seemed to have another word in his ears.

"To die, to die..."

"This time, it's really dead."

(End of this chapter)