Commanding Wind and Cloud

The cave returned to its usual tranquility, Bi Luo continued her meditation, and Gan Jin put on a hat to 'sleep' in the past, leaving Shui Lianying'er staring blankly at Jin Jin, the conversations not long ago echoing in her mind.

"No one gave up on you, it was you who gave up on yourself..." Shui Lianying'er muttered to herself, recalling everything that happened when she embarked on the path of a warrior: "I gave up on myself first? What kind of past does this young man have? How can he say such things at his age?"

The early morning in the village was full of life, and before I could get to the door of Blacksmith's shop, I heard a burst of noisy voices in this small courtyard that had always been quiet.

"Blake, hasn't that kid created his own weapon yet? You won't be playing tricks with us to keep your apprentice privately, right?"

"I think it's the same. You must not want to give your apprentice to us, so you deliberately don't let him forge weapons."

The rough bass mixed with the crisp soprano turned Blake's blacksmith shop into a noisy vegetable market.

Jin Jin still remembered these two voices that were not too familiar, Adams, a fat pharmacist with a beard and a strong body, and Olala, a mysterious middle-aged woman with unkempt hair.

Pushing open the concealed courtyard door, the creaking sound from the joint of the door panel attracted the attention of the two pharmacists who were looking for Black's important person.

"Boy! You are finally here!" Adams's sturdy body walked like flying, and within a few strides he swung in front of Ke Jin, and his two big hands with a lot of fluff on the back patted him on the shoulder: "Go! Go! Go! Let me learn the great potion today..."

Olara no longer blocked Blake's way, and ran to the door with short steps, stopped the motivation to be pushed away by Adams and said, "If the medicine is great? Then the mysterious medicine is the greatest! If you want to learn, naturally learn the greatest first!"

Adams stared at his eyes like copper bells, taking advantage of his tall body, and looked oppressively at Ou Lala: "Your poison, which kills more than saves people, is so great? Learn medicine today!"

"Hmph!" Ou Lala straightened her waist, and found out that this unkempt mysterious pharmacist has an indescribably good figure. He is not tall, but his figure is bumpy and undulating: "Your medicine is good. If you have a common disease, taking so many medicines will not help you, but let the sick people eat the medicine as a meal and get full."

"you……"

"Shut up." Black's cigarette rod was inserted between the two quarrelers, and immediately separated the two pairs of eyes that were about to collide with sparks.

"After twelve hours, he will go to the mysterious pharmacy first, and then to the pharmacy in three hours." Black waved his hand and said to the two men who seemed to be arguing loudly, "You can go now."

The two pharmacists from different fields stared blankly at each other for a few seconds, then looked at the heavy hammer in Black's other hand, and the last trace of objection disappeared from their pupils.

"good……"

The two agreed weakly and vaguely, looked at Mo Jin reluctantly, and walked out of the yard of the blacksmith's shop step by step.

Mo Jin took the opportunity to carefully look at the old blacksmith Black. The two pharmacists were said to be demon warriors. They didn't even have the idea of ​​​​resisting the old blacksmith. I'm afraid it's not just because of his high prestige? It is very likely that this old blacksmith is not only good at forging iron, but also very powerful when he actually strikes, right?

"Continue what happened last time for ten hours." Black returned to the corner behind the door, holding the cigarette stick with his body shrunk, it was difficult for people to connect him with powerful characters: "For the next two hours, read the book you want to read."

Energetic and smiling, he walked to the blacksmithing stove. His own thoughts were still inferior to Blake's. When he was young, he was used to reading books when he was managing the library at his house. If you didn't read more about the professional blacksmithing books in the room, it always felt like hundreds of monkeys were scratching and scratching in your body.

Taking a deep breath, the vindictive rotation of the one hundred and eight buckets has reached the limit of sixty rotations and ten rotations per minute! He suddenly clenched the hammer in his hand, raised his right foot slightly and stepped on it! The burning charcoal in the stove shook, and Wanying's strength had already shifted his energy to another position!

Black's half-closed eyes lit up, and the half-dead shredded tobacco in the tobacco pot also burned greatly at this moment, bursting into a blush that had never been seen before.

The second hammer of Shengfeng's Eighteenth Hammer hit the iron embryo heavily, squeezing out a gorgeous red flame, and used Wanying to move to the next direction for the second time by virtue of the counter-shock force.

"Stop!" Black raised his hand and said, "You are not allowed to use your battle qi, nor can you use the blacksmith breathing method. You can only use it when your physical strength is exhausted..."

boom……

Without the support of fighting energy, Qian Jin's strong body still couldn't really complete the movement of [Wan Ying], and his body fell heavily to the ground.

"Is it really possible to do it without fighting energy?" Mo Jin shook his head and sighed suspiciously, and then remembered that when Black was doing [Myriad Shadows], he really didn't feel the help of using fighting energy or the breathing method of blacksmithing.

"If you can do it, I can do it too." Motivatedly wiped off the dust stained on his face when he fell just now, and stood up: "The big deal is just some more somersaults."

bang... bang... bang... bang...

In the yard of the small blacksmith shop, more and more dust was splashed up. Although Feng Yunshi body ensured that the body would not feel the pain of the collision, it still couldn't get rid of the numbness caused by fatigue, and the sweat had already soaked through the clothes.

Blake leaned against the door drowsily awake, his pupils flickering with very faint satisfaction. The speed of progress is not important, what really matters is persistence.

ten hours...

Lying on the ground with a large font of energy, panting violently, he cast admiring gazes at Uncle Blake not far away. No matter how his strength improved, the training of this old blacksmith uncle could always squeeze out the last trace of strength in his body, fighting spirit, and the heat of blacksmith breathing.

After resting for a while, I staggered vigorously to the hot spring to restore my strength and soaked for a while. Although the fighting spirit and the strength of the iron breathing method in the third battle of Jiangmo could not be recovered, the brute force of the body and the exhausted spirit returned to the peak state.

Book! Book! Enthusiastically ran into the small hut full of blacksmithing works, eagerly flipping through these works by Blake: "Basic Analysis of Forging (1)"

Practice is not enough for any subject, and corresponding theoretical knowledge is also indispensable. In particular, different casting techniques, different metal combinations, and ways of applying force to different weapon positions are only recorded in these books, and Uncle Black never talks about it.

As for the Zhence Dynasty? Records of forging techniques like this are also classified as secrets, and usually only a few people are qualified to read them, and their level of secrecy is not inferior to that of the secret method of fighting qi.

Blake looked at the energy carefully through the crack of the door, and his eyes became more and more appreciative. A blacksmith who only knows how to work hard will always be a blacksmith, and it is impossible to become a master blacksmith, or even a master craftsman!

The more energy I read, the more I feel the weight of the book in my hand. The hard work condensed in this thin book is a million times more important than thousands of catties. Many experiences and feelings when blacksmithing can be seen in this book, and many records have opened up places that I did not expect. Even some small mistakes can be corrected while reading the book.

Treasure! If the secret method of fighting qi is the secret treasure of warriors, then these writings of Blake are secret treasures, even supreme treasures, for any blacksmith! Compared with the various fighting qi secret methods of the Zhence Dynasty, books on forging are relatively scarce.

For the motivation to read books, two hours passed without even a flick of the finger.

'Unfortunately, I can't take it out...' Motivated shook his head and sighed, carefully put the "Basic Analysis of Forging (1)" back to its original location, and put a piece of sawdust at the page number as a bookmark.

This is not the first time that Mo Jin has come to the mysterious pharmacy.

Last time, I came here once to buy the kind of medicinal powder that can quickly restore physical strength when placed in water.

For that patronage, I still have lingering fears about my enthusiasm. God knows if I will step into the room with my front foot, and there will be an explosion in the room with my back foot that is more terrible than the magic curse? Send yourself back to the stars directly? In the history of the mysterious pharmacist, there are many rumors about the explosion of the experiment that killed the demon warrior.

The Dou Qi of one hundred and eight Dou Qiao rotated at a high speed of 60 to 10 revolutions per minute. He stepped into [Ou Lala Mysterious Medicine Shop] vigorously, making a vigilance that he could turn around and run away at any time if something was wrong.

Just like the previous two visits, Olala was wearing a big red apron, and was busy around the pile of test tubes carrying different weird potions, mixing two different liquids together from time to time, making the already boiling and rolling liquid even more boiling, as if it might explode at any time.

"Come here?" Olara raised her head and put down the test tube in her hand, beckoning to Qi Jin: "Come here."

Momentum followed Olala all the way to the yard behind the shop, passing those boiling test tubes along the way, maintaining a 120,000-degree vigilance.

Ou Lala walked in front very fast, without looking at what was under her feet, she stepped on the neck of a purple flower branch, and heard a piercing soprano scream from the plant.

As if Olara didn't hear it, she continued to walk forward. When the soles of her shoes left the purple flower, the screams of the plants stopped.

ps: Yesterday was very happy, the high-rise building was very excited, let’s continue to open our own party today, 50 monthly tickets, plus a chapter~! I am looking forward to 455, and even more to 505. If the monthly pass reaches 600 today, I will add two more chapters in addition to the chapters that should have been added.

The manuscript in my hand is only this chapter, and I can only update it when I get home later. About an hour later, I will send the second chapter, which is normally updated today.

Our goal is to frighten Chen Dong if we have the opportunity, there is nothing else other than this goal.

Come, come, 455, 505, 555, 605. I look forward to, I look forward to the 600 monthly tickets, the two more updated chapters will appear today.