Chapter 321 Three Years of Burning Fire, Three Years of Blacksmithing

Gradually, people in Ling Xiao City discovered that the blacksmith shop had changed.

Originally it was the same old man blacksmithing for thousands of years, but now it was replaced by a young man.

He was shirtless, shirtless, and holding a big hammer, pounding the red-hot iron over and over by the stove.

Even if he passed the test and entered the second session, the old iron still didn't have any comments, just let him work day after day.

As he often said in his mouth: "Forging iron is life, and you are enlightened when you realize it. I can only teach you so much."

Fu Ling seemed to understand, but he unswervingly followed what Lao Tie said.

There is specialization in the art industry, and there is a priority in hearing the truth. It is not shameful to ask others for advice in a field where one is behind.

Time flies, another three years.

Fu Ling still failed to learn Lao Tie's crafting technique. Lao Tie burned a fire every day, leisurely and contentedly, but the eyes he looked at Fu Ling became more and more satisfied.

He discovered that Fu Ling was a person who could bear his temper and calm down.

Fu Ling came from the reincarnation of an intelligent life, and his nature is rational. To him, repetitive tasks are as simple as eating and drinking.

He doesn't have as many thoughts as ordinary people, he only knows that if he decides to do something, he will do it unswervingly.

For example, blacksmithing.

From day after day, mechanically repeating work again and again, he seems to be about to capture the meaning of what the old iron said, but there is another mountain separated by this film, no matter how hard he tries, he can't break through.

He knew that Lao Tie was waiting for him to understand, and if one day he could understand it thoroughly, he would be able to learn Lao Tie's weapon refining technology.

During these years, Fu Ling imitated normal people and took the initiative to communicate with Lao Tie, knowing about Lao Tie's past life.

Lao Tie's surname was Tie, and he never married. When he was young, he also met a beloved woman, but things were counterproductive. Due to the coincidence of each other, the two finally broke up. Master Qiu Qianzi's sect.

Qiu Qianzi is very good at making weapons, and his carpentry skills are even more superb.

He had countless disciples throughout his life, and he had taught an unknown number of people, but in his later years, he suddenly announced that he would no longer accept disciples.

It was in his later years that Lao Tie decided to seek art from a teacher.

As a result, he went to the door and was rejected several times.

But Lao Tie was resolute and refused to leave. He knelt in front of Qiu Qianzi's door, hoping to impress him with his perseverance.

Fortunately, Qiu Qianzi was not as hard-hearted as Yang Shou. After he knelt for seven days, Qiu Qianzi heaved a sigh of relief and told him that with his aptitude, he still lacked someone who could control the fire.

Lao Tie was overjoyed, thanked him quickly, and called him master, but Qiu Qianzi waved his hand and refused: "You and I are only in an employment relationship, not a master and apprentice. I accept you only because the person who burns the fire under my door died of illness."

What Qiu Qianzi said was straightforward, but it didn't dampen Lao Tie's enthusiasm at all.

After being exposed to blacksmithing, Lao Tie fell in love with this profession more and more.

He seemed to be born to be a blacksmith, watching the fiery red mold being taken out of the flames, and then being beaten into shape, and refined into a talent, just like a person's whole life.

But he didn't expect that once the fire burned, it would last thirty years.

All his life's cultivation has stagnated at the fourth level of divine consciousness. After his transformation, he didn't put much effort into cultivation.

In his opinion, cultivation is nothing compared to blacksmithing.

The lifespan of the fourth level is not very long. Thirty years has transformed him from a teenager to a middle-aged man.

Even, in front of the stove, a kneeling pit was formed where he knelt and burned the fire all the year round.

Thirty years passed in a flash, Qiu Qianzi repeatedly struck iron every day, and he did not hide from the old iron in all the ways. The old iron saw it with his own eyes, but Qiu Qianzi didn't teach him.

It is quite similar to today's Fu Ling.

Such days passed by in a flash and lasted for another thirty years.

After 30 years of burning fires and 30 years of blacksmithing, he suddenly discovered that in the past 60 years, he had thought about it on his own, and he had actually become good at blacksmithing.

When Qiu Qianzi was out, he tried to complete a sword independently, which was requested by a half-step god named Ling Xiao.

Qiu Qianzi said that there were not enough materials to complete it, so he went out to find materials, but did not bring him with him.

Lao Tie was bored, so he simply took a piece of Fantie and started forging according to Ling Xiao's request.

On this sword, he added all his perceptions, and the skills he found out by himself, all poured into it one by one.

"clang!"

When the last hammer fell, Ling Xiaojian was also completed.

He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and before he had time to feel the sword he had made, he saw Ling Xiao coming eagerly.

"How is it? Has Qiu Qianzi forged my sword yet?"

As a half-step god, he has the pride of a half-step god, and he doesn't treat Lao Tie as an equal.

His eyes fixed on the sword in Lao Tie's hand. It had just come out of the oven and hadn't been opened yet, but he felt a bit of spirituality.

Immediately praised.

"Qiu Qianzi is worthy of being a master craftsman. He forged the sword I needed in just three days. Not bad, not bad!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the sword flew towards him involuntarily, breaking away from Lao Tie's hand.

Lao Tie was about to explain, but Ling Xiao eagerly thanked him and left directly.

This matter ended like this, and after Qiu Qianzi found the materials and returned, and personally forged the Ling Xiao sword, he still couldn't wait for Ling Xiao to take the sword.

Lao Tie didn't dare to tell Qiu Qianzi about this, so he could only bury it in his heart.

But a year later, Ling Xiao came again, laughing heartily, holding the sword in his hand, his whole body glowing, exuding a frightening aura.

"Qiu Qianzi, I'm here to thank you!"

Ling Xiao, who was a half-step god, flickered, came to the stove, looked at Lao Tie, and nodded slightly.

He still remembered that when Qiu Qianzi was not around, it was Lao Tie who gave Ling Xiaojian to him.

Qiu Qianzi was a little distracted, and looked at the Ling Xiao sword in Ling Xiao's hand.

The sword he made for Ling Xiao is still hanging in the sword room, waiting for Ling Xiao to pick it up.

Frowning tightly, his eyes flicked over Ling Xiao and Lao Tie, and he quickly figured out the cause and effect.

He called the servants to go to the sword room and took out the Lingxiao sword he made. Compared with the two, Qiu Qianzi threw his Lingxiao sword into the blast furnace and burned it for three days and three nights, completely melting it.

"You are already a teacher, and I have nothing more to teach you."

Three days later, Qiu Qianzi found Lao Tie and expelled him from the division.

Lao Tie was a little panicked, but when he saw that there was no sullen look in Qiu Qianzi's eyes, instead there was a smile and relief, he suddenly understood.

"Do you know why I didn't accept disciples later?"

"Because I have taught tens of thousands of disciples over the years, and I have realized a truth. Those who learn from me will live, and those who are like me..."

"Death!"

He shook his head and sighed. Over the years, the disciples he taught were exactly the same as those he carved out.

The crafting techniques, knowledge of refining weapons, and the degree of heat are all exactly the same as him.

But...they'll never surpass him.

On the avenue of refining, what is the difference between the way forward and being dead?

They are walking on the avenue that they have planned for them, and at the end, they become him.

This is an endless loop. Although those disciples have many talented people, they all limit their way forward.

Therefore, he stopped recruiting disciples until he met Lao Tie.

Lao Tie's infatuation moved him, and he decided to give the other party a chance, and also give himself a chance.

Thirty years of burning fires and 30 years of blacksmithing, he did not expect that the other party would walk out of his own way without a word of his comment in just sixty years.

That's right, the moment he saw the sword in Ling Xiao's hand, he understood that Lao Tie was greener than blue and better than blue.

As he said, he had nothing left to teach him.

"The way of refining weapons is ever-changing, but Honghuangshou focuses on cultivation, so don't be too obsessed with refining weapons. In the past sixty years, your cultivation base has not made any progress, and you need to improve it."

Before leaving, Qiu Qianzi gave Lao Tie instructions, but Lao Tie still didn't change anything. After leaving Qiu Qianzi, he opened a blacksmith's shop by himself, blacksmithing every day, and never paid much attention to practice.

In this way, Lao Tie's fame quietly rose through Qiu Qianzi, and Qiu Qianzi didn't have any idea of ​​suppressing the less advanced, and spared no effort to promote him.

The two masters of the Eastern Region, except for Qiu Qianzi, are veterans.

However, Qiu Qianzi has a fixed residence and has taught tens of thousands of apprentices. Compared with him, Lao Tie looks a bit shabby.

Only sporadic people came to him looking for his forging artifacts.

Because... the old iron only needs them to provide materials, and he doesn't take any money!

For him, as long as he can be forged, he seems to have found the meaning of life.

Ling Xiao City, blacksmith shop, in front of the blast furnace.

Fu Ling is also going through this stage, but after all, his understanding is not as good as that of the old iron. After three years of burning fire, and three years of blacksmithing, he still hasn't been able to get out of his own way.

Lao Tie also adhered to Qiu Qianzi's teachings, and believed in the idea that those who learn from me survive, and those who resemble me perish, and he does not want to put his old way on top of Fu Ling.

For such a young man, he was delighted to see Lie Xin, and cherished it very much. This good seedling is definitely a material for refining weapons, which he is absolutely sure of.

"Now, do you feel that you have vaguely grasped something, but you still can't break through?"

On this day, after finishing his day-to-day work, Lao Tie called Fu Ling to his side and asked with a smile.

Fu Ling nodded, and described the problems he encountered: "I always feel that I want to realize something these days, but I can't understand it clearly anyway."

Old Tie smiled and nodded. He has also experienced this stage.

It's just that time, he figured out his own way, and I don't know what kind of way Fu Ling will figure out.

"You are about to become a teacher. If you stay with me, it will have no effect. It's time to leave."

Looking at the flames in the furnace, Lao Tie not only didn't tell him, but instead planned to drive him away.

Fu Ling was a little puzzled, this departure was too sudden, he... hadn't learned anything about Lao Tie's crafting technique.