How to reverse your identity at the beginning of the game?

While the dumb aunt was cooking, Zhou Yang entered the room through the window, pretending to have just gotten up and had breakfast with the dumb aunt, and then went to the town to sell herbal medicine. This time, he did not let the dumb aunt follow him, but let her watch at home. Undried herbs.

Afterwards, Zhou Yang ran into the mountains and forests. In the back mountain, he put a lot of dark iron he had brought with him into the basket on his back, and then walked towards the town.

The iron block in the backpack weighed about a hundred kilograms, but it was like carrying a basket of cotton on his back.

When we arrived in the town, we found the old blacksmith.

"Master, can you beat me?"

Zhou Yang looked at the old master and asked.

"There is no iron that cannot be struck!"

The old master came over with a smile, but when he saw the quality of the black iron, his face instantly became serious.

"Young man, where did you find this kind of iron?"

The old master stroked the black iron and felt the coolness of the black iron.

"I picked it up on the road! I wonder if the old master can make these black irons into a sword and a stove!"

In fact, Zhou Yang wanted to make an iron rod, but the problem was that he would consume more black iron, and because the rod was a magical weapon, it was not as lethal as the flying sword.

The old master was silent, and after a long time he said: "This is the second time I have seen this kind of pig iron!"

"The second time? Have you seen it before? Where did you see it?"

Zhou Yang asked curiously, because this kind of black iron ore is not something ordinary people can get. Once someone has it, then this person must be related to the monks, and Zhou Yang also wants to know if there are monks here.

"I saw it on the roadside!"

The old master rolled his eyes at Zhou Yang, obviously dissatisfied with Zhou Yang's previous perfunctory behavior.

Zhou Yang was also a little embarrassed and stopped worrying about this issue: "If the master has a way to forge, money is not a problem!"

The master held out a finger to me.

"One tael of silver?"

"A penny!"

"A penny?"

When the old master quoted the price of one penny, Zhou Yang was a little surprised, because blacksmithing is a technical job in this world, and ordinary people can't do it. If you process it for others once, it will cost at least ten penny. If you buy a new one, Hoes are even more expensive.

"Yes, but you need to tell me where you collected this black iron!"

The old master was very stubborn. As a blacksmith, he was very interested in special metals. He had seen this kind of pig iron once and would never forget it again.

"Actually, it's on the westernmost cliff of the Wuliang Mountains, dozens of miles away!"

Zhou Yang said directly that because it was in the mountains, mining was almost impossible.

The old master would definitely not be able to obtain these ores at his age.

"Okay, let's start building! Come and pull the bellows!"

The old master pointed at the bellows and added some black stuff inside.

"coal?"

When Zhou Yang saw this kind of thing, he immediately thought of coal. He had almost never seen coal in this world, because monks didn't bother to dig underground, and mortals were unable to dig due to limited productivity, so coal was almost never used.

Usually, people usually use trees for heating, or they may use trees to burn charcoal themselves!

The temperature generated by the burning of coal is very high and can melt black iron, but to forge the black iron into plastic form, a very hard base is needed.

Ordinary pig iron will quickly become soft when it encounters high-temperature black iron, making it impossible to forge and shape it at all.

Zhou Yang didn't ask any more questions. He first took out the black iron used to make the flying sword and put it in the bellows.

Then let him pull it!

The bellows has great resistance, and ordinary people cannot pull it at all. In order to melt the black iron, it must be pulled faster. If the female apprentice of the old blacksmith were to do it, her arm would probably be broken.

If the female apprentice can pull three times a minute, then Zhou Yang can pull ten times a minute. The amount of air intake has increased significantly, the temperature has also soared, and his speed is getting faster and faster.

After half an hour of blowing the bellows, Zhou Yang saw signs of melting of the black iron, indicating that the melting point of the black iron had been reached.

At the same time, the temperature in the blacksmith shop was very high, about ten degrees higher than usual. The three mortals were already sweating profusely and drinking water constantly, but they still felt very thirsty.

He continued to stabilize his speed. After a cup of tea, the entire black iron was already limp. The old master moved a base that was filled with dust, and he did so together with his male apprentice.

It looks like it's only an inch thick, less than the size of a washbasin, but it weighs a whopping two hundred kilograms.

"boom!"

The base is placed on a log.

Zhou Yang could tell that this base was also a piece of black iron!

Then, the old master took out the melted black iron with tongs.

When it was taken out, the fire pliers were useless, and the part holding the black iron turned red.

Since both of them are black iron, there is a way to shape them!

Later, the old master took a hammer from behind the door, but the hammer was not Xuantie's.

However, the red-hot black iron at this moment is soft, and ordinary fine iron can also be shaped into it, but it must be done quickly, and the two cannot be allowed to fit together for too long.

The principle is the same as that of some people walking barefoot over hot coals.

"Let me beat you!"

Zhou Yang picked up the hammer and hammered with one hand.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

His speed is very fast, just like the robotic arms in modern factories in previous generations.

The old master was dumbfounded. After all, the hammer weighed more than 20 kilograms. It was not difficult to lift it. What was difficult was to hammer it at this speed. According to his experience, this man's arm strength had reached at least seven to eight hundred kilograms!

Zhou Yang has great experience in shaping, and soon a flying sword was forged!

Of course, shaping is only the first step. The second step is to inscribe the magic pattern on it so that the flying sword can become a magic weapon, otherwise it will be a semi-finished product.

At this moment, Zhou Yang picked up an iron nail on the ground and turned a rune on Xuan Tie's body, which was about to turn black and cool.

Zhou Yang put it into the bucket, and water mist suddenly filled the entire iron shop.

Waiting for the water vapor to dissipate, a beautiful dark iron sword was born!

In very simple steps, a first-level low-grade magic weapon has been made!

It still feels cold to the touch!

Seeing this flying sword, the old master quickly took it over and looked at it carefully.

He pointed the flying sword at a kitchen knife on the wall!

"Ding!"

The kitchen knife broke directly!

Seeing such a sharp flying sword, everyone lifted it incredibly hard.

"Master, I also need a stove, how can I get one?"

Zhou Yang asked with a smile.

"That's easy to do, just make a clay mold and forge it using traditional methods!"

The old master's attention was still on the flying sword.

At this time, the old master's male apprentice brought in a mold from outside. It was made of earth and was in the shape of a stove.

"This is the mold left behind to make a furnace for the temple. You're done!"

The old master pointed to the mold and said.