Chapter 105

"You always teach me that the plan of the day is in the morning. When the sun is so high, don't you get up?"

"We still have a lot of work to do today? Uncle got up to strike iron. "

The whole backyard is as quiet as death!

Ye Tiancai went to sleep, sleeping quietly, but without the loud snoring in the past.

Jiang Han gently stroked the coffin and turned it slowly. Suddenly, he raised the whole crystal coffin and resisted it on his shoulder.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Jiang Han carried Ye Tiancai's coffin step by step to the blacksmith's hall, and gently placed it in the most prominent position.

There are also pipes and wine gourds hanging beside the coffin, which are two of uncle's favorite things.

On weekdays, the uncle either squats in the corner, sucks his pipe or drinks with his wine gourd. At this time, Jiang Han seems to feel something. He takes down the wine pot, opens the lid with a "touch" sound, and drinks with his head up.

Although Ye Tiancai usually drinks only some inferior liquor, Jiang Han's throat is sore. But at this time, facing his uncle who is sleeping quietly, Jiang Han just feels a different taste.

Bitter, astringent!

Wine into the sad, into Acacia tears.

"Uncle, take a breath, too."

"Sorry Uncle I It's Shaxing

Looking at the quiet Ye Tiancai in it, another tear ran down Jiang Han's face. This ordinary blacksmith is honest and never quarrels with others. Originally, he was guarding this ordinary blacksmith's shop and lived a life of self-sufficiency. But because of him, ye Tiancai was willing to die and didn't want to delay Jiang Han's life on the blacksmith's road.

"Uncle What a fool you are Jiang Han raised his head again, and the liquor ran through Jiang Han's throat like a sharp thorn, and then penetrated into his heart. He was familiar with the pain, which was unforgettable.

But in the vast world, how small is the pain of the mortal beings? Thousands of years like a day, all the enmity entangled in the blink of an eye will pass, simply insignificant!

Gudong Gudong Jiang Han drinks the strong liquor in the gourd like he is not dying, which makes the people around him feel sad. Although Jiang Han hasn't been here for a long time, everyone knows that uncle treats Jiang Han best.

"People can't come back to life after death. Jiang Han, do you want to..."

"What uncle wanted most in his life was to build a fighting soldier himself. His dream was to become a forging master. Today, I want to tell Uncle in front of him that his apprentice has done it."

"Uncle, you look after it."

After his words, Jiang Han has quietly started to pick up the iron stove. This is the first and last time for him to show his achievements in front of his mentor. From the beginning to the end, Jiang Han's face is solemn, as if he is carrying out some kind of serious ceremony.

From refuelling to making a fire, Jiang Han followed Ye Tiancai's teaching method completely. At the same time, he held the hammer with both hands and put the burning stone which had no temperature on it.

The guys in the blacksmith's shop look at Jiang Han's action, only feel that he has not seen him for more than a month. Jiang Han seems to be completely different from the previous behavior of blacksmithing. He not only looks like a master of blacksmithing for many years, but also has more vicissitudes.

Jiang Han closed his eyes and silently felt the temperature rising on the burning stone. He didn't choose to do it right away. He just passed over the craftsman's posture that he had been thinking about for a month in his mind.

"Right now!"

Feel the fire elements in the burning stone start to rage, at the same time, Jiang Han's hammer has been raised.

If ye Tiancai was still there, he would be more shocked than all the shocks brought to him by Jiang Han in the past. Although a few guys on the scene might not understand, any blacksmith would open his mouth involuntarily.

It's because Jiang Han's iron striking posture is the same as the posture on the statue of the craftsman run in the same groove.

It's not that no one can imitate this kind of iron striking posture, but what can be made is terrible. Can Jiang Han do it?

This burning stone is a treasure that can't be found in exchange for his life. Is he really so sure?

I don't know, but what I know is that at this time, Jiang Han has suddenly opened his eyes, and the hammer in his hand smashed down with a roaring voice.

When!

Burning stone and hammer hit each other, and the sound is completely different from the ore. with the flying sparks, burning stone immediately concave into a big pit, and then, Jiang Han's second hammer also fell up.

The third hammer The fourth hammer The hundredth hammer

Under the continuous beating of Jiang Han, the burning stone has become the pattern of discus, but this is far from enough. Jiang Han is completely selfless. He can still clearly feel that there are many impurities in the burning stone. All he has to do is to leave all the fire elements, and the rest of the impurities are all smashed out by his hammer, so the whole burning stone's fighting gas conduction The force has almost reached a point of no resistance.

When

After two days of silence, Tiancai blacksmith's shop heard the familiar sound of Blacksmithing, but there was no more laughter.When the thousandth hammer fell, Jiang Han took a deep breath and felt the breath with heat wave deeply into his lungs. He didn't know how long he didn't have this feeling, but it wasn't enough. Jiang Han didn't even have time to wipe his sweat. He picked up the transparent stone with a pair of pliers and threw it into the water tank.

Hiss

With a burst of steam, Jiang Han finally completely removed the impurities in the burning stone, and the rest was forging.

Fang Tian painted halberd!

Unexpectedly, Jiang Han's first weapon was made under such circumstances today.

The men in the blacksmith's shop have come back from eating in turn. They dare not disturb the meal in front of Jiang Han. They can only watch the meal cool and Jiang Han forgets to eat and sleep.

"Uncle Ye, I have a good apprentice."

Dangdang!

The burning stone gradually took shape on the arc carved by Jiang Han, first the spear point, then the crescent blade and twigs.

Fang Tianhua's Halberd is more than four feet long and three inches thick. After a day and a night's beating, Jiang Han finally appears in front of the public. Even if he hasn't started yet, the halberd's Shuo Shuo senhan spirit is far beyond those fighters who have started.

This

The onlookers were stunned. I didn't expect that Jiang Han forged a halberd. You know, few people in the whole blood continent have used this kind of weapon for countless years?

However, no matter what shape it is, Jiang Han's really forged a fighting soldier. Those guys, even if they are not blacksmiths, can also feel it. This painting halberd is a real fighting soldier of top quality.

He really did it. In just one day and one night, 14-year-old Jiang Han officially entered the ranks of forgers.

"Uncle Ye, do you see it?"