Chapter 2019

Even if the old fellow Smith stared at him, even for decades, he was not afraid of the technique being learned, because not only the black liquor formula was unique, but the way of sprinkling black liquid was the only one. If he did not listen to his explanation, he could not learn it, so he was confident and full of fear that others would be watching.

But Ning fan's expression was so focused that it seemed to see the eyebrows. This made the old fellow Smith feel very bad. He always felt that his clothes had been picked up.

"Can you understand my casting method?" The old fellow was finally unable to bear it.

"Oh, I don't understand, but I don't think you should be bothered by me when I make iron." Rather than using the language of a lesson, he would not care if the old fellow was angry. He only hoped that the old fellow could work hard and beat out the flying knife he wanted.

In a low, muffled voice, the old fellow blames him for blaming his mouth, but it is not easy to attack because of the face of the northern lady. So the urchin is angry. "Here is a good day. If you are okay, please wait elsewhere. I will let you know when I build it."

He has tried his best to be polite, but there is still some resentment in his tone.

Ning fan shook his head: "I'm not going anywhere. It's up to you to strike the iron. Of course, I want to watch my xuanjing iron. If someone steals it, it's a loss. You don't care about me if you strike your iron."

"Who cares about your things? It's nothing to look for!" The old fellow was so angry that he really wanted to lift the hammer to him. Although xuanjing iron is very rare, it doesn't make him greedy. This boy's speech is too ugly.

"Ha ha, focus, don't be distracted." Ning fan reminds him again.

"Oh, no!" Old fellow Smith turned to look at the stove, and his face changed greatly. There's something wrong with his expression. Then he adjusted in a hurry, until the black lines on the iron returned to normal, he was relieved and turned to gouge out Ning fan. It was obviously his fault.

But the blacksmith shop had no rules to rush people out, so Ning fan had to see that the old fellow had no way to do that, but he could not see it as clean, but only when he did not exist. He continued to pull the bellows hard to make the fire more vigorous.

In this way, Ning fan squatted on one side, more serious than the little apprentice, staring without blinking. In his sea brain, the black lines burned by the fire seem to be constantly flowing and changing their shapes, thus emitting compelling heat, tempering the iron essence in the iron sheet and making it soften gradually. But it will take a long time to burn the iron essence. At this point, the old fellow did not deceive them.

Ning fan stares at the black lines attentively, and no one notices that his fingers are quietly following the sudden stroke. He probably doesn't even notice it himself, because it's his subconscious behavior and it doesn't go through the brain. He rowed about until his blood began to boil, and then he realized what had happened. He was surprised and pleased.

Unexpectedly, he unconsciously mastered the amulet art on the black lines, which was used to forge and melt the xuanjing iron, but it triggered the blood in his body, which greatly accelerated the flow of his blood, thus producing the essence. Ning fan wants to learn the skills. He never wants to learn without a teacher.

It was also the subconscious that played a role. After accidentally touching his blood, he naturally realized that it was a kind of cultivation method. I don't know if it was suitable for him, but it was very useful at present.

Thus, Ning fan looked at the old fellow Smith's iron strike, while letting the blood run along the runway of his body, and at the beginning, he was still somewhat astringent. After dozens of Sunday, he became more and more skilled and more and more fluent, which was a great encouragement to ningfan's confidence.

Ning fan had a strange intuition. He felt the black line in iron furnace was very unusual. The old fellow Smith was only the most simple use of it. In fact, it should be a very brilliant method. The old fellow is Bo Tim tin mat, and he is totally not aware of the black print.

When using the path of black lines to run blood, Ning fan did not copy it mechanically, but let it adapt to itself, which also surprised him, that is, the path of black lines has changed, and it seems to be more and more suitable for him.

With the continuous generation of essence in the body, Ning fan's body and spirit are further nourished. His mind became more and more flexible, and he could see more and more clearly the black lines on the iron stove, which enabled him to further explore it and use it, so as to correct the black lines.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ning fan has embarked on the right path of continuous superposition. The black tattoo technique allows him to continuously obtain more essence and Qi. After nourishing the essence and Qi, he can improve the black tattoo technique in turn, and then obtain more essence and Qi, benefiting his body and soul.

Unremittingly, the old fellow began to be impatient with Ning fan for a few days. But in his persistent attention, he was too lazy to manage much and let Ning fan follow it. Later, I saw that Ning fan was staring at me all the time, but I didn't see why. So I simply stopped competing with Ning fan and went down to forge the xuanjing iron.

Ning fan saw a lot of things, but also did not break. According to Ning fan's understanding of black characters, there are still many places where the old fellow Smith has not done enough. He can make use of the existing conditions to forge more refined iron, but unfortunately the old fellow's ability is limited and he can not do it.

After enduring it again and again, Ning fan finally couldn't help it. After all, he was making what he wanted to use. Of course, he wanted to do better, even the best, so he said: "teacher Fu, you should do this... In this way, you can get the impurities of xuanjing iron cleaner, and get the forged embryo with higher quality."

The old fellow not to regard it as right at first, but listened to his expression, and became terrified, and finally became dumbfounded, because he understood what ningfan meant, and he also accepted the proposal of Ning fan, who could hardly believe his eyes.

The other side just squatted to watch him strike iron, without getting the slightest instruction, he could see his problems in such a short period of time, and he could also put forward suggestions for improvement, which is simply incredible.

"Are you the legendary casting God?" The old fellow looked at him in confusion.

In old fellow blacksmith's mind, Ning fan's position has been infinitely elevated. Even the nobles in the North District heard no news of him.

"No, I just read the black symbol by chance." Ning fan touched his nose with a smile. "After all, xuanjing iron is rare, and the throwing knife is my own use, so I'm more attentive."