Great Eunuch of the Ming Dynasty

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Dragon Soul Saber is simply a stroke of genius, really good!" Said Swordsmith A.

Swordsmith B curled his lips, pointed at the Phoenix Blood Sword and said, "You are talking nonsense, the Phoenix Blood Sword is obviously better!"

"Both of you are wrong. This deer cutting knife is the most powerful. This is a magical weapon made by Mrs. Xu!" Swordsmith C said dissatisfied.

"Okay, stop arguing, have you forgotten what Bendu called you here for?" Wang Zhenyin scolded with a sullen face.

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"

The three swordsmiths got carried away with the argument just now, and completely forgot about Wang Zhen. Hearing Wang Zhen's dissatisfied voice, they all knelt down on the ground and begged bitterly: "Master, please forgive me! I really see you!" Lie Xinxi, a little too involved."

"You said that if you take the essence and discard the dross of these three magic weapons, can you create a more powerful magic weapon?" Wang Zhen asked.

"Yes! As long as the governor can entrust this matter to us, we will definitely give the governor a satisfactory result. Our craftsmanship is too powerful in the entire Ming Dynasty." Swordsmith Jia said excitedly.

"That's the best thing. As long as you can help me to create a satisfactory magic weapon, then I will not treat you badly." Wang Zhen nodded with a smile and said: "Get up, start giving me a weapon now." The governor is moving, and strives to let the governor get this magical weapon as soon as possible."

The three swordsmiths stood up from the ground upon hearing the words. Swordsmith A asked, "I don't know what magic weapon the governor wants to make, so that the little ones can make the mold."

"Mold? What kind of mold?" Wang Zhen was taken aback and asked curiously.

"It's what kind of weapon the Governor wants. The general standard weapons include Xiuchun Sword, Eight-faced Han Sword, Tang Sword, ordinary long swords and some personalized weapons." Swordsmith Yi explained patiently.

It was only then that Wang Zhen realized that there were so many Taos in it, and suddenly realized: "Let's build it like the Eight-faced Han Sword. The governor will feel majestic when he hears the name!"

"Follow the order of the governor, and start working!" The three swordsmiths agreed, and began to call the apprentices to start making molds.

The jargon of making molds in the swordsmith industry is called zhifan, which means making models for casting.Jian Fan is mostly made of clay, then put into a kiln to be dried by fire, and then trimmed. The texture is like pottery, so it is called clay fan or pottery fan.Wang Zhen chose the appearance of the eight-faced Han sword, so the swordsmiths made the pattern based on the shape design of the eight-faced Han sword. Whether the shape of the eight-faced Han sword can meet the design requirements, regular and harmonious, well-proportioned and The beauty depends on whether the model is fine or not.As the three most powerful swordsmiths in the entire Ming Dynasty, this seemed like a piece of cake to them, but in order to prevent mistakes, the three carefully guided the apprentices to make molds.

Form making also lays the foundation for future decoration, such as patterns and famous inscriptions cast on the body of the sword, the opposite lines of yin and yang must be engraved on the inner wall of the sword form in advance.In fact, the first step in the decoration of the eight-faced Han sword was carried out on the model.

"Turn up the fire on the stove! Add carbon! Add carbon!" the apprentice of Swordsmith A shouted loudly at the juniors.

"Hurry up and invite those second-hand masters, and now start pulling the bellows, pull hard! Be sure to pull evenly, so that the flames can melt the magic weapon!" The big apprentice of Swordsmith B shouted at the juniors roared.

A group of second-rate masters transferred from the East Factory did not have their usual majestic appearance at this time. They were all shirtless, pulling bellows, and panting heavily. up.

At this moment, the Phoenix Blood Sword in the stove seemed to want to melt, and the Dragon Soul Knife and the Deer Cutting Knife in the two nearby stoves also vaguely wanted to melt. Wang Zhen sat in a corner of the yard, drinking Looking at the scene in front of him while sipping tea, he nodded in satisfaction.

It is very important to forge a magical weapon, otherwise, I will not be able to defeat Tong Yinzhong, the big devil. Immortality has already made Tong Yinzhong invincible, let alone touching the sealed Nether Sword.

Three peerless magical weapons that have been famous for a long time, Wang Zhen doesn't believe that he can't create a magical weapon that can rival the Nether Sword.Wang Zhen ordered someone to find a reclining chair, and fell asleep under the shade of a tree in the yard.

The sky was covered with blood-red fire clouds, and the ground under the sky was also stained red by a piece of blood. The sound of killing resounded between the sky and the earth. A young man with a pale face in a blood-red robe faced thousands of people alone. Wan's enemy, but smiled contemptuously.

"Kill this monster! Kill this public enemy of martial arts!"

"Get rid of this Ding Yin! Take the blood nerve!"

The young man named Ding Yin smiled contemptuously and shouted loudly: "The Blood God Demon Sutra——Son of the Blood God!!!"

As soon as the words fell, under the guidance of Ding Yin, the blood on the ground suddenly turned into a person who looked exactly like Ding Yin, and then one after another Ding Yin condensed out of the blood. Made tens of thousands of Ding Yin, in an instant, there were as many Ding Yins as there were enemies.

"Blood shadow magical skill!!!" Thousands of Ding Yin roared, and rushed towards thousands of stunned enemies on the opposite side.

"Ah!!! Don't!!!" In an instant, thousands of enemies were killed by Ding Yin, and the blood was absorbed into Ding Yin's body at once.

Wang Zhen seemed to be watching a wonderful 3D movie. The picture in front of him vividly showed the power of blood nerves, which made Wang Zhen a little tongue-tied.

After Ding Yin had absorbed all the blood, the blood in his eyes was dimmed, and he turned his head towards Wang Zhen with an evil smile.What kind of eyes were there, full of killing intent and tyranny, piercing through Wang Zhen's fragile glass heart.

"Ahhh!!!!" Wang Zhen yelled in fright, and broke out in cold sweat.

"Master! Are you alright, Master?" A big man with a paralyzed face was standing in front of Wang Zhen's recliner, holding a hammer in his hand, and asked in a concerned voice.

Wang Zhen turned his head to look at the big man in front of him, and then at the busy swordsmiths around him, only to realize that he had a terrible nightmare. This nightmare was simply too real. The little heart was still beating.

"By the way, what's your kid's name?" Wang Zhen asked, looking at the paralyzed man with the hammer in his hand.

"To the Governor, my name is Wang Dahammer. I never thought that the Governor would ask me for my name."

Chapter 248 I Trust You With a Hammer

Chapter 248 I Trust You With a Hammer

"Go down and get busy, Bendu just wants to be quiet." Wang Zhen stroked his forehead with his right hand, and said with his left hand towards Wang Dahammer.

Wang Dachui nodded and said, "Good supervisor." Wang Dachui turned around and continued to work, but deep in his heart he was always thinking about a question, that is, who is Jingjing.

Wang Zhen closed his eyes, and all the contents of the blood nerves automatically appeared in his mind. The blood nerves that were normal in Wang Zhen's eyes before, seemed to be unsealed after having a nightmare, imprinting the true colors of the blood nerves. Entering Wang Zhen's mind, feeling the essence of the blood nerve, Wang Zhen couldn't help but lament the power of the blood nerve.

"Master, the Phoenix Blood Sword, the Dragon Soul Knife, and the Deer Cutting Knife have been melted, but the molten iron in the three magic weapons is not compatible. Please, Lord Governor, work hard to stir the iron juice. Together, let them blend into one." The old swordsmith came to Wang Zhen's recliner, bowed to Wang Zhen and said.

"Oh? Is there such a thing? The governor will take a look." Wang Zhen stood up from the reclining chair, and followed the old swordsmith A to the juice outlets of the three stoves.

I saw that the iron pipes under the three furnaces were connected to a stone container at the same time. At this time, there were clearly three colors of iron liquid in the stone container. No matter how the stick was stirred, the iron juice showed no signs of fusion. If it wasn't for the heating under the stone container, it would have solidified into three iron lumps long ago.

Looking at the three incompatible iron juices, Wang Zhen suddenly had a strange look in his eyes, and the inner power of the Great Light Canon was unleashed, and he shouted: "The universe is moving!!!"

The internal force surged out, and with the fluctuation of the internal force between the palms, the three streams of iron juice in the stone container were stirred up and spun rapidly until they were compatible.

Just when the three strands of iron juice were about to completely merge into one, Wang Zhen forced out a drop of blood from his finger and dropped it into the stone container. Melted into one.

"Supervisor, that's enough, we can call it a day." The old swordsmith A said hastily.

Hearing this, Wang Zhen said that Qiankun's great move was done, and he stepped back, standing aside and watching the next movements of the swordsmiths.

The old swordsmith Yi said to the big apprentice: "Pour the iron juice into the mold quickly!"

The apprentice of the old swordsmith B held an iron hook in his hand, and he caught the handle of the stone container at once. When he pulled it hard, the stone container tilted a few points, and the iron juice in the stone container flowed along a pipe. Flowed into the long-dried mold.

This mold is made according to the specifications of the Eight-faced Han Sword. When the iron juice is poured into the mold of the Eight-faced Han Sword, a rough sword embryo is successfully manufactured.

After waiting for half an hour, after the sword embryo had solidified and formed, the old swordsmith A picked up the flagon and poured a mouthful of spirits, picked up a pair of pliers to clamp the sword embryo, and grabbed a big hammer with the other hand, Then he beat the sword embryo fiercely.

"Hey! I didn't expect this old guy to swing the sledgehammer so vigorously. It seems that the governor underestimated the heroes of the world." Wang Zhen looked at the swordsmith A who was frantically beating the sword embryo with the sledgehammer. .

The old swordsmith B smiled and said: "The governor doesn't know, this old man A is a distant relative of the general Mo Xie. We have been working together for the imperial court for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen this hammering method, but please rest assured, the governor, the little old man’s up and down hammering method is not a vegetarian. Just go up and demonstrate to the governor the up and down hammer method passed down by the little old man."

After frantically beating the sword embryo for a quarter of an hour, the old swordsmith A was sweating profusely and began to pant heavily.The old swordsmith B said to him: "Old man A, are you tired, let me demonstrate to the governor the upper and lower hammer method passed down by my family."

The old swordsmith A did not try to be brave, and handed the hammer to the old swordsmith B. The apprentice who had been waiting at the side hurriedly handed over a wet towel. The old swordsmith A grabbed it and wiped it indiscriminately. Wiping the sweat from his face and neck, he said to Wang Zhen with a smile: "Please look, Lord Governor, the little old man has been beating for so long, but the embryo of this sword has only changed a little bit. It can be seen that the material is peculiar. When the soldiers come out, they must be invincible and extremely sharp, the most important thing is that there is no weapon that can make him roll the blade, this is the most important thing."

"So if it is used to cut iron and stone, even if the iron and stone are not chopped, the blade of this sword will not be damaged, right?" Wang Zhen asked excitedly.

"The governor really hits the nail on the head, and he understands very deeply. That's what the little old man means." The old swordsmith A gave Wang Zhen a thumbs up and praised.

Wang Zhen enjoyed the flattery of the old swordsmith A, smiled complacently, then turned and left the craftsman.