It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

But Mu Changong ignored it, just thought that someone accidentally fell into the river and got ashore in embarrassment.

Not long after, Mu Changong saw a figure loitering outside the paper window illuminated by the light of the oil lamp, as if wandering outside the door.

"Who's outside?" Mu Changong was not sure, so he put down his poetry collection, held the oil lamp and pushed the door out, and what he saw, it turned out to be a girl.

This girl's complexion is extremely fair and moist, and under the light of the oil lamp, there is still a little dewy luster on her face. Her appearance is by no means comparable to that of the prostitutes on the painting boat.

Most of the romantic women are coquettish, but the coquettish can only be called coquettish if it is mixed with softness and charm, so most of the romantic women are coquettish coquettish.

But the woman in front of her looks only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the combination of softness and a little bit of coquettishness in her bones is as natural and natural as he is reading poetry, and all kinds of unspeakable amorous feelings evaporate with the charm of a young girl with every gesture. .

The little girl didn't expect Mu Changong to come out suddenly, so she was a little flustered.

"Girl, you have been lingering in front of my house for a long time? What's the matter?" Mu Changong didn't dare to look at the woman, so he could only look away, looking a little impolite, but in fact, don't look at anything.

If you keep looking at others, will they be regarded as apprentices by other girls?This is not in line with etiquette, so it is better not to be regarded as rude.

Mu Changong thought so.

The girl opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but left in a hurry, leaving behind Mu Changong who was in a daze.

"I haven't asked the girl what your name is..." He murmured in a daze, and sighed, he pushed open the door and returned to the room, not in the mood to read poetry anymore.

Just looking at those poems describing the love in the world, I feel unspeakable depression in my heart.

He didn't find it.

The soil on the ground in the courtyard is already more than half wet.

His old father came in drunk in the middle of the night, his body smelled of alcohol mixed with makeup, and Mu Changong knew it well, so he helped Mu Xiaohuan to bed,

And he himself admired the moonlight alone, and couldn't help sighing.

Hearing the turbulent sound of the water in the Qinhuai River, just as he was thinking, he could only go back to bed and sleep on the couch with his clothes on.

Maybe when I fall asleep, I can see her in my dream...

In the black mud, huge fish skeletons stand unreservedly. Not far away, there are large fish, whose bodies are shriveled under the scorching sun, and some are thrashing about in dying struggles. The tails of the fish stir up the mud. , the black star point mud scattered.

He walked forward in the black mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow, with no destination and no markers, only the scorching hot sun in the sky radiating cold and merciless heat, and everywhere he was gradually losing vitality or already lost Vibrant odd-shaped fish.

There are about ten fish with tentacles, eyes the size of a fist, staring blankly at itself, a conical body, and a triangular fin at the end, like its funny hat.

There are fishes with bloated and deformed bodies, pink and tender bodies, limp and sunken in the mud, big mouths and noses, and they look like ugly people with miserable faces.

Some fish have sharp teeth, extremely small eyes, and a lantern on their head.

Some fish are brightly colored and some are huge...

I don't know what kind of fish it is, it looks so strange, he wants to escape from the scorching sun while his feet are deep and shallow. He feels that if he continues like this, he may become the same as those dried fish.

Although I don't know where I should go, there is a vaguely guiding direction. In the distance is a hill, where the shadow can block the scorching sun.

On this land full of black mud, the scorching sun didn't seem to be able to evaporate the water in the mud. He just kept walking, and finally reached the bottom of the mountain. The air was full of the rotten smell of rotten fish and rotten shrimp.

After a short rest, the sky suddenly changed from white to black, and the rotten smell was lingering. He felt depressed, and seeing the bright moonlight, he wanted to escape, and then he climbed up the rock.

The rocks are bare, without any trace of plant growth, no weeds, no moss, and some are just high and low-lying rocks formed by protrusions and depressions. The bright moonlight climbed to the top of the mountain, and the rotten smell that seemed to linger on the tip of the nose finally dissipated, but there was still an aftertaste in the nose.

He wanted to divert it and not feel the rotten smell too much, so he looked far away.

From top to bottom, the bright moonlight shrouded it, but in the distance, it was shrouded in deep and terrifying darkness. It seemed that there were some strange creatures that bared their teeth and claws in the dark in the countless deep ravines. The shriveled bodies of those grotesque, rotten fish and shrimps in the daytime can’t get out of my mind, as if the weird fish and shrimps turned into monsters are hiding in the deep dark water in the gully.

The bright moonlight is not omnipotent, let alone illuminate those low-lying and deep pits. Even the moonlight is limited, not as good as the sun.

The night seems to be endless, and it is buried with ancient chaos and unpredictable.

He didn't dare to look again, for fear that if he looked at it again, he would not be able to bear the unpredictability, so he turned his head, and then saw... a strange creation that he had never seen in his life.

No matter how ingenious nature is, it is impossible to forge such a huge black stone tablet that looks like a towering sky. Although it is old and mottled, there are still exquisite polishing left on the stone tablet.

But the so-called "visible" is not simply seeing with the eyes, but "visible" with the feeling, just like knowing the origin of this stone tablet, but when you think about it carefully, you can't find anything about it from your mind. The slightest clue of a stone tablet.

The hieroglyphs that he could not understand were engraved on the stele, and these hieroglyphs did not match all the fonts and characters he knew.

What textures are these?Even after a long period of evolution, it is impossible to become today's text, right?

But he was very puzzled, obviously he was so far away from the stele, but how could he be able to see the words on the stele carefully?

Perplexity, doubts, filled his mind.

Then, he seemed to hear the roar of a monster that didn't look like a human, but looked like a human.

And then.

Mu Chan Palace, woke up.

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The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the sword is the commander of a hundred soldiers.

With the supernatural power of swordsmanship, Qin Yuelou is naturally closer to the sword.

Naturally, there are blacksmith shops and weapon shops in Jinlin City. Although most of the blacksmith shops are for making kitchen knives and agricultural tools, it doesn't matter what kind of tools are used for blacksmithing, so blacksmiths can also make weapons.

So a blacksmith is a blacksmith, a swordsmith is a swordsmith, a knifesmith is a knifesmith, the essence is the same,

But the focus is different.

This time the sign-in task was to forge swords and forge knives, but Qin Yuelou didn't know how to forge swords and forge knives at all. There was systematic knowledge in the system that could be learned, and he also bought some related knowledge to see for himself.

However, Qin Yuelou found a blacksmith's shop in the downtown area of ​​Jinlin City just to see but not to practice fake moves. The so-called blacksmith's shop is really a shop.

A shabby house is not bad, at least it is not a thatched hut. This shabby house only has three walls, and there is a big stove in the middle of the room.

The stove was burning red, and even if you just approached it, you could feel a heat wave coming. If it was winter, there would be many people approaching, but now the summer has not completely passed, and the daytime is considered hot.

A bellows was set up beside the railway, and the slightly thinner apprentice pulled the bellows with his hands and arms puffed up, sweating profusely. When the bellows were pulled, pulled, and pushed, the resulting wind was blown The apprentices were sent into the furnace, and the flames in the furnace shot up, and the younger and thinner apprentices kept adding large chunks of black coal to the furnace,

A young man who looked like a naive boy stared intently at the old blacksmith forging iron, and wiped the sweat flowing from his eyes from time to time.

A man with big shoulders and round waist looks a bit old, his body is full of muscles, he hits the iron shirtless, holds a small hammer in his right hand, and iron tongs in his left hand. Following the extremely rhythmic hammering of the hammer, the hammer hits the small red body. There was a rattling sound on the iron block, and iron filings that had cooled down turned gray when struck by the hammer, and the square iron pieces also became elongated under the methodical beating of the hammer.

"Nails are made this way. The nails you hammered are too thick and short, and they won't work as coffin nails. Do you know that?" The old blacksmith pointed patiently.

And Qin Yuelou's stop and watch finally attracted the attention of the old blacksmith.

"Young master, what do you want to do?" The old blacksmith asked Qin Yuelou with a pleasant face.

"...Well, I want to forge a sword." Qin Yuelou said, rubbing a leaf in his hand.

"Then you have to wait for a while, but why don't you go to the weapon shop to buy it?" The old blacksmith picked up the teapot, took a sip, and wiped the sweat off his body with a towel.

The old blacksmith was puzzled, this young master knew at a glance that he came from a wealthy family, he was either rich or expensive, why did he come to his small place to buy swords?

Could it be that I have read too many novels and want to make a sword and go out for a while?

The old blacksmith thought in his heart, and laughed in his heart, young people, even if they are aggressive, he doesn't hate them.

"What I mean is, I want to borrow your blacksmith shop to cast a sword." Qin Yuelou alienated the leaf, turned it into a golden leaf, and handed it to the old blacksmith, "I borrow this golden leaf from your blacksmith shop. It shouldn’t be a loss if you use tools and materials once, right?”

The old blacksmith was stunned for a moment, but he still took the gold leaf and looked at it carefully.

The veins are distinct and clear, and it is indeed a veritable gold leaf, but this is indeed gold, but the purity cannot be seen by itself.

"Young master, what are you..." The old blacksmith searched for the ink in his stomach, and for a moment didn't know what words to use.

Qin Yuelou accepted the conversation very considerately.

"As a hobby, I want to give it a try. You won't lose money if you rent a piece of gold leaf for the time being." Qin Yuelou smiled and walked to the blacksmith shop.

He had no fear of the scorching heat wave, not even a drop of sweat.

The big and small blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop looked at each other, the old blacksmith touched the gold leaf, and then gave up his seat, even the work of pulling the bellows was handed over to the simple-minded young man.

Don't get stuck with anything, and don't get stuck with money.

These sons of mine have to eat meat, otherwise they won't have the strength to strike iron.

Although Qin Yuelou has eaten pork, he has never seen a pig run. Although he has some basic theoretical knowledge, he is not that familiar with it. However, he has the potential of a pair of monkeys in the world, and his intelligence is naturally far superior to others.

Connecting the knowledge of blacksmithing and casting swords together, he picked up a piece of ordinary iron with iron tongs and put it into the furnace.

To realize the critical point between the temperature and iron ore with heart, even the six ears are opened.

Listen to the sound with six ears, ignore the noise of the heart, but concentrate on listening to the sonata between iron and fire.

The reaction between the flame and the iron block was jerky at the beginning, and then the heat penetrated into the iron core, until the iron block was completely heated, and everything was heard by the six ears.

Taking out the iron block, the old blacksmith's eyes became astonished.

He is talented in blacksmithing, coupled with his calm and dedicated temperament, he has been immersed in blacksmithing for many years and he has naturally developed a feeling. He can also feel when it is best to take out the molten material, and this feeling The timing was about the same as when Qin Yuelou clamped out the iron block, but it might be more accurate than what he felt.

After clamping out the red-hot iron block and placing it on the anvil, Qin Yuelou began to beat the iron block with a small hammer quickly and violently.

The speed was so fast that there was a little afterimage, and the old blacksmith's eyes widened again.

This son looks thin and weak, but he didn't expect to have a lot of strength. The iron block was easily shaped into a sword, but limited by the size of the iron block, this sword is nothing more than the length of an arm, two strokes thick and thin, thin and thin. Long, beginning to take shape as a sword.

Qin Yuelou took a look at the sword embryo, then put the sword into the pool, the red-hot sword embryo evaporated the water, making a rushing sound of "chi chi chi chi", and there were bursts of water vapor.

Then Qin Yuelou listened carefully and raised the sword embryo, and then put the sword embryo into the furnace.

This is quenching, which can improve the hardness, wear resistance and fatigue strength of the surface, while the core still has high toughness.

If it is too rigid, it is easy to break, because it will be brittle if it is too hard, and it will be broken by a blunt instrument or strong force if it is too brittle. Therefore, unless the material of a sword is excellent, it must have toughness.

And the sword should not be too soft, if it is too soft, the sword edge will not have much sharpness, if it is not wear-resistant, it will become blunt, if it exceeds the metal fatigue, it will be destroyed.

Although it is ordinary iron, the skill and craftsmanship of blacksmithing can also make ordinary iron into a good sword.

As for the first sword he forged with his own hands, although it was ordinary iron, Qin Yuelou would devote all he could use to forge this ordinary iron into a good sword. .

The reason why Fan Tiecheng Sword is Fan Jian is because of the material limitation, so what about other materials?It is craftsmanship.

The sword casted by the heart will also have spirituality, because the blacksmith hammered his own spirituality into the sword bit by bit during the casting process.

Qin Yuelou quietly blew a puff of spiritual energy, injected his own spirituality into the sword, and listened with six ears.

A faint but gradually strengthening sound was heard in the tinkling.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Pain, pain, pain..."

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, but the sword has to be hammered before it can come out.

Qin Yuelou turned a deaf ear and just muttered to himself, as if talking to the sword.

"You, if you want to be famous in front of others, you have to suffer in the future." Qin Yuelou said, and finally said something in a low voice.

"You're not a trainee who was surrounded and yelled to send you to the doctor after a small cut in your finger, bear with it."

Using alienation, the magazines in the ironware were transformed into other materials, and the ordinary iron became a red-hot alloy.

According to the combination of different proportions, the produced alloys will also have many special properties, such as superconductors, semiconductors and the like, and various properties such as hardness and wear resistance will also vary from material to material.

Qin Yuelou also has the knowledge of man-made alloys in his mind, and if he uses this knowledge to alienate and present it in swords, then he can also get the material requirements for nothing.

And this man-made alloy also uses alienation to add some demon bones that I have studied, and also adds some alienated cells from the understanding of Hu Shan's Aoweibao, and even the cells of the earth-burrowing magic insect.

In the previous life, there was a legend that Mo Xie forged a sword with his body. In the previous life, some people wanted to explain it through scientific theories. Among them, there was a saying that carbon was added to the iron due to the carbonization of the human body, which made the sword have other materials. Thus changing the properties of the ironware.

But in this kind of world, forging a sword with one's body may have more benefits, even if it is not forging a sword with one's body, there will be sacrifices to the sword.

Back then, Prince Longyang of the ancient Jiang Kingdom refused to allow his younger sister Solanum nigrum to sacrifice the sword with her body, but Solanum nigrum still jumped into the sea of ​​fire, sacrificed the magic sword, became the soul of the magic sword sword, and even sacrificed the sword twice... Qin Yuelou's heart ached when he saw it.

So Qin Yuelou won't do this, and he doesn't have to do it either. He has more substitutes that can be used to forge swords and forge knives with alienation.

Therefore, although it is only ordinary iron, the material has been raised by Qin Yuelou to the limit that he can raise at present.

Then Yun used the technique of changing swordsmanship to infuse mana, but consciously created extremely subtle veins in the sword.

It is not a complete imitation of the human body's veins, but imitation of the six meridians of the hand to be dredged in the sword, and then connect them into a closed loop, artificially creating a recirculating vein.

It's just a whimsical idea that flashes through the spiritual gate. People have meridians, so why can't they have swords?

"Then this is called Jianmai." Qin Yuelou thought, and continued to beat.

The so-called constant tempering was completed very quickly under Qin Yuelou's physique, and this sword also changed from complaining incessantly at the beginning to the current yin and yang strangeness.

"I don't even have the strength to make a sword? Are you talking about a swordsmith?"

"That's it? It's really funny."

Qin Yuelou reckoned that it was because of his own spirituality that this sword was born with a spirituality that it shouldn't have.

Maybe this is the sword spirit that was hammered out by him, but luckily only he can hear the yin and yang aura of this sword.