I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi looked at the furnace with a hammer in his hand and began to think about life—is it better for him to jump in and put it back on now?

Why has he been doing mindless things since he met Yan Zheng?

He wasn't like this before!

Does seeing a male god reduce IQ?

Just when Han Yi doubted his life, he suddenly felt a warmth in his body, no, it should be said to be a heat in his body.

After all, the reason why he was shirtless in the kiln was because it was too hot and not too ventilated.

But before he shook off the clothes on his body, he heard Yan Zheng's characteristic magnetic voice ringing in his ears: "Don't move, put on!"

Han Yi froze for a moment, then really didn't move, allowing Yan Zheng to wrap him into a dumpling with his cloak.

After wrapping Han Yi up so that nothing was exposed except his face, neck and hands, Yan Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

At the same time, he glanced back, Qu Mo standing at the door and the slaves couldn't help shaking, and lowered their heads not daring to look.

Yan Zheng turned around and saw Han Yi looking up at him, he couldn't help asking: "Why did Young Master Yi do such a lowly thing? Why don't you give it to those slaves, why do you need to do it yourself?"

Of course, the most important thing is to take off all the clothes.

Yan Zheng didn't know why he cared, when it was hot in summer, shirtless people abounded, the nobles didn't use it purely because they had ice.

Probably because Han Yi is so good-looking, Yan Zheng has never seen someone with such fair and delicate skin before, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman.

Before, he thought it was too much for Zhao Wang to go to war for a Han Yi, but now he understands a little bit.

All of Yan Zheng's mental activities were not shown on his face, and Han Yi naturally didn't notice it either.

Of course, he can't notice this situation now, because the two of them are too close, so close that they can even smell Yan Zheng's pleasant fragrance.

Yan Zheng came to his senses and found that his question had not been answered. When he looked down, he found that Han Yi's face was flushed, and he was staring at him in a daze.

Yan Zheng couldn't help being a little strange, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with me?"

Han Yi couldn't help being very embarrassed when he came back to his senses, and said indiscriminately: "No... nothing, ah, what you just said, I have to do it myself, because I need to see the state of these metals to judge whether the ratio is appropriate."

Yan Zheng could only hear it in a cloud, turned his head and glanced at the iron sword that was about to take shape on the forging platform, and couldn't help asking: "Is this the supreme weapon you mentioned?"

Han Yi shook his head and was about to say something, but after glancing at the iron sword, he couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Huh? This color...isn't quite right."

He didn't bother to think about what kind of spice the fragrance on Yan Zheng's body was, so he turned around and picked up the iron sword to take a closer look.

Just before Yan Zheng came in, the iron sword was almost finished, but Han Yi was not particularly satisfied with the iron sword.

Probably because of the forging method, the closer it is to forming, the more Han Yi finds that this piece is probably at most the level of cast iron and decarburized steel, and it is a bit difficult to go further.

However, in this era when iron smelting technology has just begun to sprout, this should be enough.

That's why Han Yi didn't stop forging.

It's just that now the sword has undergone an unexpected change - the steel that should have been bright white has gradually turned into a blue-gold color.

Han Yi had never seen such a change before, and racked his brains for a long time to think about it, but he couldn't think of the reason for this change.

Generally, this means that either he has not been exposed to this kind of change before, or... Han Yi returned what he learned to the teacher.

Han Yi looked at it carefully, then turned to Yan Zheng and said, "This is a bit strange, please wait for Wang Sunzheng, I will forge it and see how it goes."

Yan Zheng just said: "Put on your clothes."

Han Yi: ...

How obsessed are you with my clothes?

He was full of question marks, but obediently arranged all the clothes with Qu Mo's help.

Then...he looked at his toga with big sleeves and said helplessly, "Help me tie up my sleeves."

Fortunately, he was not required to melt the iron at first, otherwise it might cause a fire.

Yan Zheng just watched a young man strike iron with a hammer, and couldn't find any words to describe the thoughts in his heart.

Just look carefully, now Han Yi's focused appearance makes him radiant.

Before, Yan Zheng only admitted that Han Yi's skin was very good-looking, but now he discovered the shining points on him.

Looking at Han Yi who used different methods to forge iron, Yan Zheng suddenly became curious. He wondered what else young master Yi was good at besides good food and forging iron.

Han Yi didn't keep him waiting too long, and the sword took shape in a short while.

Han Yi turned his head and said to the person, "Go get the bronze weapon I prepared earlier."

These bronze weapons were specially obtained by him, and they were Zhao's standard equipment.

That is to say, in this era, it is unimaginable for future generations to be able to get military supplies casually.

After the bronze weapons were brought, Yan Zheng saw that Han Yi's movement of holding the long sword was very unfamiliar, so he asked, "Mr. Yi, is this... wanting to use these bronze weapons to test the long sword?"

Han Yi nodded. Now that he was basically out of work, he became the socially difficult Han Yi again.

He deliberated for a long time before saying: "This is how we can test how sharp this sword is."

Yan Zheng asked: "Zhao's weapons are famous all over the world, and only Wei's can compare with them. This long sword looks extraordinary, if it is damaged, it would be a pity?"

Han Yi said in a low voice: "But I told King Zhao at the beginning that I would definitely be able to forge a supreme weapon. If even Zhao Guo's current weapons can't be compared, how can it be considered a supreme weapon? It's not a supreme weapon, but What's the use?"

After hearing this, Yan Zheng suddenly found that although he and Han Yi had different styles of acting, he and Han Yi seemed to have some similarities in their bones.

At least Han Yi is very similar to him in his refusal to accept his fate.

Thinking of this, he said: "In that case, let me try."

Han Yi was a little surprised, but still handed him the long sword and reminded: "Be careful."

Yan Zheng said concisely: "Don't worry."

In terms of familiarity with metal materials, he is definitely not as good as Han Yi, but in terms of the use of weapons, eight hundred Han Yi is not as good as Yan Zheng, after all, Yan Zheng has specially trained in this.

And Han Yi was a science and technology dog ​​before time travelling, and almost became a sick beauty after time travelling.

Zhao Guo's bronze weapons Ge, Spear, Halberd, and Shield were tightly held by the slaves in turn. Yan Zheng didn't do any fancy moves, just the simplest chopping and stabbing.

When the first sword was struck, the bronze dagger broke in response, and Han Yi shouted: "Okay!"

Yan Zheng paused. He should have been amazed at the sharpness of the long sword, but Han Yi's voice made him lose his emotions.

He glanced at the long sword in his hand and found that there was no gap, and his confidence increased greatly.

He coughed lightly, and the second sword of the Lifting Qi Sword slashed down again, and the spear was cut open like tofu.

Han Yi applauded next to him and said, "Clean and neat, soft yet strong, great!"

Yan Zheng moved his feet uncomfortably, as if he didn't hear it, he stabbed at the bronze shield again, and the long sword directly penetrated the shield.

Even though Yan Zheng was already mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be taken aback. If he exerted more strength, the slaves holding the shields might all be killed by the swords.

Han Yi smashed his hand and said: "This move is as simple as stabbing the sword, Wang Sunzheng must have put in a lot of effort, I admire it!"

The expression on Yan Zheng's face could not be tense, he almost wondered if Han Yi was mocking him.

However, he turned his head and glanced at Han Yi, and found that Han Yi's eyes were shining, filled with admiration and admiration, and he was sincerely praised at a glance, and he felt a little embarrassed for a while.

Since he was a child, it was the first time someone praised him like this. He felt that his face seemed to be slightly hot, so he tried to suppress it, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth unconsciously revealed his good mood.

Han Yi observed carefully, and silently remembered that no matter what it is in the future, he must find a way to praise Yan Zheng!

After all, if you wear thousands of clothes and flatter you, you don't wear them!

Yan Zheng caressed the long sword in his hand, and Han Yi felt that the way he looked at the long sword was more kind than seeing a peerless beauty.

Seeing that he liked him so much, Han Yi said decisively: "Wang Sunzheng came to help, Yi is very grateful, so I will give this sword to Wang Sunzheng."

After hearing this, Yan Zheng was slightly taken aback, then raised his head and asked, "Give it to me? How do you report to King Zhao?"

Han Yi waved his hand very grandly and said: "Since the first handle has been forged, there must be a second handle. Wang Sunzheng doesn't have to worry about things sooner or later."

Yan Zheng was right when he heard it, but he knew that such a peerless weapon must be priceless, even if he liked it, he didn't dare to accept it like this, so he declined it.

Han Yi also took great pains to let him hold the sword, racking his brains and trying every means, and finally said: "I have always been weak, and the doctor once suggested that I practice martial arts to strengthen my physique, but I don't know who is reliable when I am new. Dislike it, if you don’t teach me one move and a half, this sword can be regarded as a beam of cultivation.”

Han Yi was just making excuses for saying this, but after Yan Zheng took a serious look at his troublesome face, he actually felt that what he said was very reasonable, and agreed: "Young Master Yi is indeed not suitable for looking for tutors at will, but... I I'm not good at learning, I'm afraid I'll delay Young Master Yi."

Han Yi looked at him seriously and said, "I just want to strengthen my body, and I don't want to become a peerless master."

Yan Zheng looked at him, no matter how stupid he was, he could see that Han Yi wanted to give him this sword, not to mention that he was not stupid, but also very smart. Although he didn't know Han Yi's motives, he really liked this sword. He responded, "Okay."

Han Yi was very happy when he heard it. It was a good deal to exchange a sword for an increase in the chances of getting along with the boss.

However, with Yan Zheng, teaching him martial arts is not considered a reward at all.

No matter why Han Yi did this, he still remembered Han Yi's kindness to him.

After understanding a matter in his heart, Han Yi realized that his arm was a little sore at this time, and said, "We will stop here today. Wang Sunzheng will go back with me."

After Yan Zheng wrapped the long sword carefully with cloth, he carried it himself without pretending to be someone else's hand, nodded to Han Yi and said, "Go back to the city."

On the way back, Han Yi shamelessly climbed into Yan Zheng's car, and said, "Wang Sunzheng, please name this sword."

But Yan Zheng said: "This matter is still suitable for Young Master Yi."

Seeing that he was serious about what he said, Han Yi didn't refuse. After thinking for a while, he said, "Qin King Qingjin Sword."

Yan Zheng was slightly taken aback: "What?"

Han Yi repeated, Yan Zheng was a little puzzled: "What does this mean?"

Han Yi said firmly: "Wang Sunzheng will definitely become the King of Qin in the future, so this sword is naturally the Qingjin Sword of the King of Qin."

In fact, he originally wanted to call it the Qinhuang Qingjin Sword, with the word "Qinhuang" on it. This sword will definitely be recorded. When the time comes, he, as the maker, will probably have the honor to be on the same page as Qinhuang. , I feel happy just thinking about it.

However, Yan Zheng at this time did not dare to think that his father was not favored, and his grandfather might not even know that there was a grandson in the distant Zhao country.

So he said: "Young Master Yi is joking, this sword should be called Qingjin Sword."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Han Yi said, "If Wang Sunzheng really becomes the King of Qin in the future, can this sword be qualified to be called the Qingjin Sword of the King of Qin?"

Yan Zheng didn't know why he was so persistent, but he still nodded and said: "Of course, if one day, this sword will be my royal sword."

Alright, I'm relieved when you say that.

Han Yi is very happy, Yan Zheng has a good memory, and he doesn't promise easily, but basically everything he promises has been fulfilled, so the long sword he forged will probably follow Yan Zheng to the sword life in the future Peak.

Hey, thinking about it this way, I'm a little jealous.

But soon, Han Yi was in no mood to be jealous.

Because he discovered that he could no longer forge a second green gold sword.