"Du Hong was so blood-spouted by my words just now. Young Master Bu is not afraid, and I will make things difficult for you?"

Bu Chen's eyes flashed with sharp light and replied sternly: "Sweeping for a year is Bu's willing bet. Within the bet, Bu Chen will do everything. In addition to the bet, Bu Chen has his own consideration. As for Du Hong..."

Bu Chen paused, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips, and continued: "The sword can be without a sharp edge, but the hero is not without bones. It is the principle of all the heroes in Jianchuan. We teach us not to be fooled by the flower world and forget the heart of the chivalrous man! He would vomit blood when he heard this sentence, and it was Du Hong himself who had a ghost in his heart!"

Yan Li nodded and thought to himself: Bu Chen is a kind of open-minded person who can take it and let it go. Such a person is hundreds of times stronger than Du Hong's playboy who is good at disguising, and can make friends. Judging from his character and his talent, why should he take banned drugs and forcefully improve his cultivation? I'm afraid there is another article behind it.

However, such things are useless to say that they are unreliable and cause variables.

Yan Li said calmly: "Young Master Bu is indeed sharp. Yan Li is full of things and does not have the time or mood to make things difficult for others. It just happened that there was a small thing now, and it was just that Bu Xiao Mou's help is needed."

As he said that, he pointed to a three-foot square stone with many edges and corners and said, "Yan is happy with the moonlight and has always wanted to make this stone a smooth stone pier for viewing the moon at night. I wonder if Mr. Bu is willing to help."

Bu Chen understood that this was a martial arts test in the school, so he did not refuse and said with a smile: "It's a matter of raising hands, so why bother to ask."

He put down his broom, pulled out his sword from his waist, clasped it with both hands, and took the step to lift the air, filling the blade with air.

The knife in his hand was the work of Zheng Meng. The knife was four feet and two inches long, the back of the knife was heavy, and the curve of the blade was natural and beautiful. It was indeed a top-notch work.

But in Yan Li's eyes, it is just a top-quality work. Although the size has exceeded the length, thickness and weight of the traditional single sword, and can better match Bu Chen's knife skills, its own regulations are still in the framework of single swords and have not been able to break through.

Especially after lengthening and heaviering, the center of gravity of the blade body is moved forward significantly, which is even more of a defect.

The shape of the knife is different from that of the sword.

Swords are gentlemen among soldiers, and they are the way to be straightforward, so their center of gravity is stable and they are balanced in both directions.

The knife is different, especially the traditional single sword, which has a high center of gravity and is in common with the axe. It is good at chopping and fighting bravely, but is good at firing and not good at collecting.

This knife magnifies the advantages and disadvantages of the knife at the same time. It can even be said that the disadvantages are more distinct than the advantages.

Bu Chen fully improved his skills, and a layer of orchid-cold light condensed on the blade. He shouted randomly and slashed the sword with a horizontal knife!

"choke--"

Three-inch sword light spread out on the blade, condensed but did not disperse, swept across the stone, and emitted a clear sword roar.

The smoke and dust dissipate, and the top of the stone is as smooth as a mirror.

Yan Li nodded and said, "Jingtao Sword Technique."

"That's it." Bu Chen closed his swordsmanship. This set of ordinary sword techniques circulated in the Dongsha Gang once brought him countless victories, and even gave him the skin-tempering cultivation of today.

Of course, this set of sword techniques itself is not a top-level inheritance. Bu Chen's understanding and practice of it is far from perfect.

Bu Chen has always been self-aware and never thought of getting praise from the "master". In fact, when Master Zheng Meng saw his sword skills, he frowned slightly.

But Yan Li's comments still gave in Bu Chen and raised his eyebrows.

"If I say that Zheng Meng is a third-rate swordsman, you must be angry." Yan Li said.

Bu Chen said coldly, "But Master Yan still said it. Maybe Master Zheng is better than you, but in my eyes, Master Zheng is always a master of Bu Chen's trust and gratitude! His guidance made me suddenly realize!"

"You've just started to change your blood." Yan Li shook his head and said, "You must not like to listen to specific comments, so I'll save you some effort. The courtyard is cleaned, and there is a hard work for the young master Bu."

"Yes." Bu Chen snorted muffled and lifted the broom again.

Yan Li turned around and walked towards the sword-making room.

Yan Li was neither surprised nor angry at Bu Chen's attitude. Instead, he lamented that ancient times were ancient times, with simple people and generous people. The chivalrous body forged by Jianchuan City for a hundred years was not only strangers like Han King Chuan, Zou Tong, Du Hong, and more, more real knights like Duan Heihu, Ding Can, and Bu Chen.

A person knows nostalgia and is grateful. Even if he does not understand other subtle meanings, he will have at least one foot standing on the knight's path!

The heroic way is also the way.

Tao is not always illusory. Most of the time, it depends on human feet step by step.

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The sword-casting room forged by the wind and fire has been raised, and the iron has been cooked.

This iron furnace is exactly the improvement made by Yan Li after coming to the wind-fire forging - the steel frying method.

On Earth, in the Qin and Han dynasties, sword-casting masters used the method of making iron to smelify. The history of the Central Plains of this world is not as long as the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties to the Qin and Han dynasties, but due to the existence of immortal cultivators, many technical details are higher than the original historical period.

Steel frying is one of them.

In Jianchuan City, there have been many large workshops with profound backgrounds using this method. Only for small businesses like Fenghuobao, it is a secret. The mystery is just a layer of window paper, which can be easily understood at a glance.

Good steel is the basis for high-quality weapons. But with good steel, you cannot forge high-quality weapons.

It seems that many people in the 21st century believe that taking a kitchen knife in the Celestial Empire and traveling back to ancient times will immediately be a magic weapon.

This is delusion.

If it were so simple, there would not be a major in the University of Earth called "Metal Materials"; there would not be a basic course that would have failed countless people and was like a book called "Material Mechanics".

The ability to make the Shenzhou series of rockets go to the sky is definitely more than the level of household kitchen knives!

Specifically, to cast a magic weapon, not only good materials, but also this piece of metal in the shape of a weapon, with a delicate and perfect internal microstructure.

It is like a square piece of wood that can withstand a thousand pounds of pressure when its fibers are upright; when it is crossed, the same weight will press it into a wooden cake or even crush it.

In ancient times, this step was completed by thousands of forgings. Therefore, there were delicate and beautiful cloud patterns on high-quality cold weapons. This is what the legendary "pine-patterned sword" is.

However, what Yan Li needs today is not a sword with thousands of hammers and thousands of forgings.

"Masters, please do a favor, please follow this picture." Yan Li smiled and said, "The handle is five feet and two inches long, six feet and nine inches in the head, and weighs fifty-three pounds and seven liang. The overall center of gravity is five feet and six inches... Well, the size is important, and the weight is slightly uneven. You can tie the iron piece outside to adjust it. The only requirement is to be fast, speed and quality!"

This speed is of course not the speed of waving this thing, but the speed of casting by several craftsmen.

Several sword-casters who were forging forged by wind and fire all had the urge to roll their eyes when they saw this drawing.

That's-

An iron broom.

Well, it doesn’t matter if you roll your eyes, but you will get used to it. From Master Yan to Fenghuo Forging, everyone’s nerves have long been getting big.

The molten steel is ready-made, and the mold needs to be slightly modified. It takes less than a quarter of an hour to cast, and forging is saved directly. Soon, the sound of cold water quenching in the sword casting room was heard.

What? Directly quenching with cold water may make the steel brittle?

It doesn’t matter, speed or quality!

So, when Buchen Bu Shaoxiao finished cleaning the Fenghuobao backyard and walked to the gate, he saw Master Yan standing in front of him and said to him with a smile: "There is a hard work in front of the Fenghuobao door to clean ten feet."

"Yeah." Bu Chen agreed casually. The yard was swept, but was there a ten-foot street short of the street? Besides, he told the people of the Jianghu that Bu Chen sincerely fulfilled the bet, which was the right thing to do.

Unexpectedly, Yan Li said immediately: "The broom in Bu Shaoxia's hand is too light, so I guess he won't be able to use it. Change this, the sword-casting room has just been poured, so it's easy to use."

As he said that, he handed over an iron broom.

"Uh..." Bu Chen took the iron broom and was somewhat speechless.

He has been in Jianchuan City for a long time and has been a warrior himself. He has learned about the blacksmith's workshop through his eyes. The iron broom in his hand is definitely the roughest work he has ever seen in his life!

It's freshly cast, not lie at all. It's still hot when you hold it in your hands!

I won’t say anything without any forging, it’s a broom anyway. But the broom handle didn’t even polish it, and it was a bit too much to wrap it around a coarse cloth strap to cover the uneven surface? Bu Chen saw with his own eyes that two huge trachomas were exposed in the sparse cloth straps’ cracks…

Shouldn’t the master strive for excellence in his work? With such a high status, it would be embarrassing to take out such a thing?

OK, this is a broom!

Bu Chen thought so.

To be fair, he didn't think Yan Li was humiliating him. If he tied it with a shit stick into a broom, it would definitely be much disgusting than a crude iron broom. The streets were swept, what kind of broom could it be used, and how much difference would it be?

He could also see that although the iron broom was poor, it was very steel. Just fifty or sixty kilograms of steel was worth a few taels of silver!

It's a waste!

He really felt that as Master Yan, he should produce some fine products with such a good steel mouth.

At this point, his body did not pause at all. He came cleanly at the intersection of the street, and his hands habitually divided the Yin and Yang handles, held the broom tightly, sank his waist and exerted force, and swept it once.

With this sweep, Bu Chen felt that the broom in his hand was all the best and the length. The perfect waving feeling drove his muscles all over his body, making him involuntarily use some penetration force.

"Um?"

He made a surprised nasal sound and said to himself: Don’t say that, although this iron broom is a bit heavy, it is really comfortable to use.

The iron broom waved one after another, Bu Chen felt that his whole body was getting more and more comfortable. He couldn't help but sit on the horse like practicing martial arts, urging his waist and exerting all his strength, and even accidentally emitted a few true energy, which made the iron broom cage a layer of orchid-like air rays.

He was almost immersed in the sweeping.

At this moment, Yan Li, who was standing at the door of Fenghuobao, humming a few operas leisurely:

"The terrifying waves and rushing waves are growing ~ gentle ~ ~ wind scolds the clouds and lingering ~ ~"

These two lines of opera have a strange rhythm, as if they have transcended the distant time and space, and are unstoppable to the deepest part of Buchen's heart.

The surging sound of Jianchuan's water suddenly sounded in his mind.

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