My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

The blacksmithing that Hua Tianshu said was different from forging. Blacksmithing was pure blacksmithing, which was boring and lengthy.

Qin Kun has the strength. He holds a 20-jin hammer in his hand. On average, he hammers every two seconds, and nine thousand strokes takes five hours. However, if he only needs to forge five hours a day, it is quite comfortable.

In the first few days, Qin Kun was still not used to it. His muscles would grow greatly during the long-term beating. In order to prevent the difference between left and right, Qin Kun would switch hands.

After four or five days, I gradually got used to blacksmithing and survived the initial boring period. 13 yuan iron tires, each like a small watermelon, this is the lowest grade of iron tires, with a lot of impurities, and the volume will be greatly reduced by knocking every day.

A week later, those 'little watermelons' turned into discus, and Hua Tianshu made a second request.

"The daily beating needs to be completed within three hours."

"Senior Hua, can you tell me, what does this have to do with exercising instinct..."

"It's okay, just do it."

"Why does it have to be? When do we start exercising our instincts?"

"Do instincts need brains?"

"It doesn't seem to be necessary."

"Yes, let's start by not using our brains, let's continue."

Chapter 1108

What used to take five hours to complete has now been shortened to three hours, which is a lot of work for Qin Kun.

Seeing Qin Kun forcibly speeding up the rhythm of striking iron, Hua Tianshu nodded his head slightly, as if this was the only way to force out the opponent's potential.

"The universe has newly split the spiritual veins, and the ghosts and gods are horrified by a beam of light!"

"The Taixu Corpse Immortal has a reckless bone, so he rides on the stars and worships the God Emperor!"

Outside the sword-forging furnace, Hua Tianshu stroked his sword and started to dance. With the rhythm of Qin Kun striking the iron, the cold wind blew.

The cold light of the sword dance disperses, and the wind kills the fallen leaves.

Whenever the autumn leaves on the mountain are swept by the cold light, they will be neatly divided into two halves. Hua Tianshu's sword dancing slowed down with the rhythm, but after a while, he suddenly heard the frequency of iron strikes in the cave increase in vain.

ding ding ding ding ding-

It seemed that the frequency was the same as that of the machine, and Hua Tianshu's movements that slowed down became sharp again. After three sticks of incense, Hua Tianshu came to the cave panting after finishing today's homework, and was stunned.

Qin Kun now has a special aura on his body, permeating his arms, beating the frequency of the discus, just like a hydraulic hammer, pounding on the anvil.

"Senior Hua, have you finished practicing the sword?"

Qin Kun sweated profusely, turned his head and said hello.

Hua Tianshu was taken aback, and found that Qin Kun's breath was concentrated but not chaotic. With such a high frequency, he could still talk to himself distractedly. Ordinary people would lose their temper if they were not paying attention. Qin Kun seemed to be used to this kind of endurance. Hua Tian Shu's head was in a daze: Is this guy a monster?

"When you competed with the old man, didn't you try your best?"

Qin Kun smiled casually: "How could that be?"

"Don't comfort the old man, just say it!"

"I kept some of it, but the senior's skills are superb, and I can't help you with all my strength."

A discus was beaten and thrown aside. After continuous beating and folding, the discus has become a sheet of iron with hundreds of folds, which looks like refined iron.

Hua Tianshu became apprehensive about it. He still remembered the fight a week ago. Qin Kun's strength was more than 20:01 stronger than when Ge Zhan was in his 30s. Just like that, he didn't use all his strength?

"The old man underestimated you."

As Hua Tianshu said, he took out the black cloth and covered Qin Kun's eyes.

"Continue to strike."

"Ok."

In a week, the movements of lifting the hand and dropping the hammer have been perfectly integrated into the muscle memory. Even though he was blindfolded, Qin Kun never hit the empty hammer a few times, but he heard that he was hitting unevenly, so he immediately started to adjust stand up.

Seeing Qin Kun's meticulousness, Hua Tianshu nodded and walked out of the room.

In October, I stayed at Yunqiu Temple for a whole month.

Qin Kun's muscles have been condensed a lot.

The mountain was damp and cold, but the cave was very hot because of the foundry. Qin Kun sat naked by the deep pool in the cave and smiled politely at a woman.

"Junior Sister Shuoyue, the mountain road is difficult to walk, you have worked hard."

Shuo Yue looked at the cave curiously, and asked, "Senior Brother Qin, what kind of special training is Master giving you?"

A month ago, food delivery could only be delivered to the gate of the courtyard. She had never even seen Qin Kun. Now that she could finally come in, Shuoyue couldn't help being curious, and seized the opportunity to start asking.

Special training?

Qin Kun smiled and shook his head: "Every day is blacksmithing."

"Blacksmithing? Why blacksmithing?"

"I also want to know, but he won't let me ask. So I just don't care. There is always a reason for superiors to act."

Qin Kun has this advantage, as long as he trusts a person, he will do everything that person says, without asking why.

Shuo Yue lowered her head, and found a few phantoms in the deep pool below, and said unexpectedly, "Is this Brother Qin's ghost?"

"Correct."

He may have to stay here for a long time, so Qin Kun simply let the ghost out.The ghost in wedding clothes said that this deep pool was especially suitable for them to practice and live in, so Qin Kun didn't take it back.

These guys stay below every day, either soaking in the water or on the rocks on the shore. The deep pool is still a certain distance from here, and they need to walk down the stone steps. Water is full of praise.

Karst caves and deep pools are like treasures for cultivation. The ghost messengers live like a water curtain cave. They are extremely happy. Every night when they are bored while practicing, they will set up a gamble. It feels a little more carefree than staying at home.

Hua Tianshu saw this group of ghost messengers once, and said that soaking them in water was also good for quenching water, and he didn't object.

Beside Shuo Yue, a veiled head appeared.Below the head, there is a long spine.

Ghosts, rotten skull ghosts.

"I have met Master Qin."

"Ah, long time no see."

Guru Qin's people were as friendly as his ghost messenger. The rotting head ghost saw a well-mannered man waving at her beside the deep pool. It was the ghost general Zhang Bu, and she glanced at Shuoyue.

"Go." Shuo Yue said, "You can stay here during this time."

After receiving the amnesty, the rotting skull ghosts floated down to play in the water together, and Shuo Yue got up and said, "Senior Brother Qin, then I won't bother you."

"Ah."

When Shuoyue reached the entrance of the cave, Qin Kun suddenly called her to stop.

"Anything else?"

"The tiger-skin eggs you make are quite delicious. Next time you deliver a meal, add an extra egg."

Shuo Yue smiled, shook her head and left.

November.

The temperature has plummeted.

In front of the anvil, Qin Kun blindfolded his eyes and stuffed his ears with cotton.

Now the number of swings with the empty hammer is much higher than before. Qin Kun can't distinguish the sound of striking iron, and can only judge by feeling whether the hammer hits just right and whether it hits evenly.

The frequency is super high. After blindfolding and plugging ears, Qin Kun can only judge the position of the falling hammer by the feel of his hands. After a piece of iron that has been forged for two months was broken by him, Qin Kun became more careful.

"In seven days, two pieces of laminated iron were scrapped, and the market price of one piece is 9. You will have to pay me back then."

"You are robbing! Master Hua, besides, I beat you!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Carry on."

In the dark days, 18 was lost by himself, and Qin Kun's heart was bleeding.This thousand-thousand-layered iron, but he hammered it out of the iron tire, now it's gone if he says it's gone, and he has to be responsible for it, and he's crying to death.

But what else to say, just be more careful.

Feeling the frequency of the beating with his arm, Qin Kun slowly learned to use the vibration from his hand to judge whether it is good or bad.

In December, the winter of Yunqiu Temple comes quietly.

Outside the cave, snowflakes fell profusely, covering Ziqi Mountain with silver.

Qin Kun did some calculations. In the past few months, he seems to have swung 80 hammers, and his body has undergone many changes. Except for the muscles, he doesn't know where the other changes are.

Ding ding ding ding——

Every day, Hua Tianshu would follow Qin Kun's rhythm to review his homework for a while. In the courtyard, the sky was full of wind and snow and he couldn't get close. After Hua Tianshu finished dancing the sword, the snowflakes fell on him. He turned to look at the cave.

"I've never seen such a strange young man. If you don't let him ask, he really doesn't bother to ask."

Hua Tianshu found it hard to believe that Qin Kun could play iron for three months in peace, but unknowingly, his impression of the contemporary black dog was getting better and better.

Chapter 1109

"Qin Kun."

One day when the snow stopped, Shuo Yue specially brought a jug of wine over for dinner. Hua Tianshu warmed it up and handed Qin Kun a glass.

"What's wrong, Senior Hua?"

After finishing the two bowls of rice, Qin Kun sipped the warm wine, feeling refreshed in his throat.

In the past few months, Qin Kun's food intake has changed from large to huge, then back to before, and then actually became smaller. Qin Kun still didn't understand this change until Hua Tianshu said that it was normal and that his absorption ability had changed. After becoming strong, Qin Kun didn't pursue it too much.

"The three iron tires have been hammered enough to be forged. From today onwards, the old man will forge swords."

"Oh? So what do I need to do?"

"Still hit your iron."

"Ok."

In mid-December, Hua Tianshu began to forge swords, while Qin Kun was still forging iron.

Still blindfolded, ears plugged.

At first, Qin Kun thought that the rhythm of life was the same as before, but it was not until he was burned by a charcoal fire that he realized the danger now.

"Master Hua, what are you doing?"

Qin Kun took off the blindfold and rubbed the burn on his leg, very surprised.

Hua Tianshu snorted coldly: "Big man, it's unreasonable to make a fuss after being burned! Keep wearing the blindfold, and don't take off the earplugs."

The first time I was burned by charcoal fire to my legs, and the second time it was the back of my feet.

It's okay to be scalded by charcoal fire, but the secondary burn of burning shoe uppers and pants is really painful.After being beaten twice, Qin Kun simply had only a pair of obscene trousers left, in order to avoid such nonsense.

Hua Tianshu's sword casting process was rough. When he took the sword embryo out of the charcoal furnace, he didn't care that there was a living person beside him. When he pulled out the sword embryo, sparks could rise two meters high, and there were hot broken charcoal.

Qin Kun was forging iron, he couldn't see or hear, he could only rely on his body's perception to judge whether there was any charcoal flying, which was really dangerous.

In three weeks, after being scalded seven times, Qin Kun became extremely alert, and the pores all over his body seemed to have the ability to predict danger. As long as the skin tightened, Qin Kun would react immediately, adjust his movements, and hide Over the brutal 'attack' of the old man Hua.

In early November.

Qin Kun still has four iron pieces left unfinished.

Now, not only is he blindfolded, his ears plugged, and his nose is blocked, but his pores all over his body seem to be able to breathe, and he has a reaction that is different from ordinary people.

Whenever the broken charcoal flew towards him, Qin Kun would twist his body to dodge easily, and at the end he would spit to seal the sparks on the ground to show his disdain.

Over time, Hua Tianshu found that the broken charcoal could no longer hurt Qin Kun, smiled, and officially opened the furnace, putting the first sword into the furnace.

February, approaching the end of the year.

Qin Kun said hello to his family and will not go back this year.

Parents were concerned and asked, and when they heard that Qin Kun was nothing serious, they were only relieved after running business outside, and told him not to set an example.

During this month, Hua Tianshu began to ask Qin Kun to put on clothes and strike iron.

Pores' perception of danger was blinded by the clothes, but it didn't matter, with the vigilance left by the body, Qin Kun was still able to dodge the charcoal with ease.

New Year's Eve.

Hua Tianshu cast the first sword, like a child who got a toy and got drunk all day.