Chapter 110 Sword Finger Chengde Next

Shenjiazhuang is a very ordinary small village in the south of Chengde City. There are only three households in the whole village, and there are more than a hundred people, most of whom rely on hunting in the mountains for a living.

Today's Blood Flag Special Team is hidden in Shenjiazhuang and lives in Shen's father's house.

Father Shen, whose name is Shen Zui, has the same name as the famous big agent of Juntong, but he is a blacksmith with good craftsmanship, and almost everyone knows it within a hundred miles.

Mr. Shen Zui learned from the "divine hammer" in Wandong and studied hard for more than ten years under the master. Later, after becoming an apprentice, he soon became famous and became a famous forging master in Rehe and even the three eastern provinces.

It was also a coincidence that Chen Feng and others could get to know Father Shen. When they acted in the mountain, they inadvertently saved Father Shen's granddaughter Shen Xinghong, and later followed her to Shenjiazhuang.

Almost all of Shen Jiazhuang are surnamed Shen. Even foreign surnames are related to each other. Therefore, they are very united here. As soon as Chen Feng and others entered the Zhuangzi, they were treated as distinguished guests. It is not to mention how enthusiastic the villagers are.

Originally, Chen Feng and others planned to continue to travel after sending Shen Xinghong back, but they couldn't stand the villagers' efforts to stay, so they had to stay.

I didn't expect that this stay was only three or four days, and the team did not set off.

Father Shen's yard is located at the foot of the mountain in the east of the village. The fence wall is made of wooden stakes. The door is made of several logs, and the door is a fence door, which is more symbolic than anti-thieves.

The small villagers are simple and have never stolen. There is neither treasure nor commerce here. In addition, it is located in a remote mountain pass at the foot of the mountain, so very few people come here.

Ding Ding Ding!

At dawn in the morning, there was a tinkling sound in Mr. Shen's yard. It sounded like two people were beating iron.

In the blacksmith's shed in the corner of the small courtyard, Father Shen held a small hammer and a piece of iron billet in his other hand, constantly beating the billet with a small hammer.

Although the old man is more than 60 years old, he is still so energetic. His arms rise and fall quickly, and the sound of the small hammer falling on the billet is as dense as raindrops.

Dang -, in the dense sound of raindrops, there will be a loud noise from time to time, which is the sound made when the sledgehammer falls on the iron billet. One big and one small complement each other, and the sound is very regular.

Chen Feng** put on his upper body and exposed his red chest. His arms rotated the sledgehammer, and one hammer after another fell on the iron billet. Every time he rotated the sledgehammer, his arm muscles were high and bulging, and his bronze skin seemed as powerful as flowing iron.

The iron billet is covered with sparks. The smashing of the sledgehammer and the tapping of the hammer make it gradually take shape. More and more impurities are knocked out, making its quality better.

"Iron is a very old craft, and it is also a very hard industry. It is dirty and tired. As the saying goes, there are three hardships in the world, such as poleboats, iron and grinding tofu. This iron is one of them." As Father Shen hit the iron billet with a small hammer, he looked at Chen Feng with a smile.

For this big black man, Father Shen still likes it very much. He is smart and willing to endure hardships, and his understanding is also good. If he learns to forge from himself, it is a good material to inherit the manor.

Unfortunately, Chen Feng still has a lot of things to do, and he can't stay and follow him to learn to hit iron for a long time, which makes Father Shen quite sorry.

Chen Feng took turns to move the sledgehammer and said, "Dad, what's so special about this iron strike?"

Dad laughed and continued, "When it comes to iron, people often think that this is a pure energy job. It is common to swung your arms all day and swung hundreds of times on the anvil with a hammer in a day. You have to beat the iron well, so you have to be strong and healthy."

"However, the skills of hitting iron are often ignored. Beginners who learn to hit iron often break their hands because they don't master their skills well. Later, after a long time, they slowly accumulate experience, which basically avoids the situation of smashing, so there is also a skill in how to coordinate the two hands."

As he spoke, the old man put down the small hammer, then took the big hammer from Chen Feng's hand, and shook the round on the iron billet. Suddenly, a deafening loud sound echoed in the blacksmith's shed, which made people's ears buzz.

The old man fell down with another hammer and said at the same time, "Everyone who has hit the iron knows that in addition to strength and angle, in addition to strength and angle, ingenuity is equally important."

"You can't hit the iron. Those who are new to iron usually hold the hammer handle with both hands and fight desperately. They are not only tired, but also can't hit a few times, and their hands are numb and cracked. Experienced blacksmiths have tension and elasticity to hit the iron. Hit it down with one hammer, so that the sledgehammer can bounce back naturally. I don't know how much the strength of lifting the hammer will save, and it won't shake his hand. The effect is not good. Ding Dingdang, the sledgehammer is very rhythmic. Although it is dirty and tired, it is also a little emotional.

The old man put down the sledgehammer, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then grabbed a small hammer of different shapes and continued to beat the iron billet. "In addition, it is most important to hit the iron and enter the fire. That is to say, when smelting steel, you should master the heat. Different steel uses different heat and different shapes. The weight of the hammer used is different from the strength of the iron, and the strength and angle of the hammer are exquisite.

After a while, the old man finally stopped. He put the hammer aside, picked up the molded iron billet with pliers, and then immersed it in the jar beside him.

Oh, the white fog rose in an in an insant moment, permeating the top of the water tank and did not disperse for a long time.

The old man threw the beaten saber on the chopping board, grabbed the cigarette bag from the side, and looked at the formed saber while carrying the tobacco. "It takes patience and firmness to strike the iron. The knife struck with a hammer is good. Thousands of hammers are made of good steel, and the knife is knocked casually. Although there is no difference in appearance, it is really If you use it, the difference will be big.

"So, old man, what about the skills of quenching and starting?" Chen Feng grabbed the saber with Yu Wen, looked at the blade that had not yet started, and turned his head and squeezed his eyes at the old man.

The old man was amused by him, "Don't worry, you can't chew too much. I'll teach you when I have time." There are too many things in the old man's stomach. I'm afraid Chen Feng may not be able to finish it even after studying for a few years.

He threw the unopened saber into the big basket beside him. Chen Feng followed the old man to the house. Under the sun, the basket was full of molded sabers, and the snowy knife body reflected the cold light of folds in the sun.

This is the result of two people in the past few days. There are dozens of fighting sabers made according to the style designed by Chen Feng, in addition to the five-inch steel needles that have not yet been created.

Chen Feng prefers a five-inch steel needle. He feels that this kind of hidden weapon is moderate, easy to carry, and has strong lethality. It is really his first choice. Therefore, when he met Father Shen, he immediately sprouted the idea of creating a set of steel needles.

When he told the old man about this idea, the old man immediately patted his chest and agreed, saying that he must create a perfect set of five-inch steel needles for Chen Feng.

The old man is a straightforward person. He can do what he says. He has hoarded a lot of good ore in his hand for so many years, and now he has taken it out and began to make five-inch steel needles for Chen Feng.

When he learned that the standard weapon of the members of the Blood Flag Special Team was a fighting dagger, the old man proposed to use rich materials to create a set of fighting daggers for everyone.

As soon as he mentioned the fighting dagger, Chen Feng immediately thought of the famous fighting saber in that era, so he drew the style of the fighting saber for the old man. Unexpectedly, the old man even cheered at a glance, saying that the design of this kind of thing was very reasonable, which was simply a sharp weapon for killing people.

So, the fighting dagger was replaced with a fighting saber, and then the old man began to make a fire stove and began the journey of building.

I have to say that the old man is indeed a forging master. His forging speed is very fast. He can build more than 20 fighting sabers every day. If he has time, he can also build several five-inch steel needles for Chen Feng. Especially after Chen Feng joined, the speed was much faster.

The old man estimated that at the current speed, he believes that one day, all the fighting sabers and five-inch steel needles will be formed, and the next step is the work of starting.

"Bad boy, in two days at most, these things can be sent to your people." After taking the water bowl handed over by Chen Feng, Father Shen shouted loudly and said.

Chen Feng nodded. He knew that the old man was trying his best to speed up the progress. In the past few days, the old man has worked very hard and has lost a lot of weight. "Old man, don't worry, don't be too tired."

"Well, when you are old, you can't do your muscles and bones. If you are young, what is this kind of work?" The old man sighed as he moved his sore arms. This seems to be what people like to do when they are old.

While the two were talking while drinking water, there was a silver bell-like laughter outside the door. The next moment, a slender girl rushed in and said, "Grandpa, I'm back."

This girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old, tall, with a duck egg face, bent eyebrows and apricot eyes, and a small red mouth. She is wearing a hunting suit, carrying a set of bows and arrows behind her back, and a hunting fork in her hand, with two pheasants tied on it. It seems to be the prey this time.

Seeing that Chen Feng was also in the room, the girl Shen Xinghong blushed. She hurriedly put the pheasant on the hunting fork on the table and ran over. "Brother Chen, you are also here. Just in time, I'll stew the pheasant later. You can stay and eat it together."

After Chen Feng saved her last time, the girl was particularly affectionate with him. If there is any delicious food, she will ask him to come and eat together, or she will send it to him.

Because of this, Wei Wuyi, the ghost hand, shook his head and stared at Chen Feng strangely. "I said, stinky boy, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into the girl? Why are you so good to you?"

Chen Feng replied with a smile, "Ok, old man, don't make fun of me." He has no other thoughts about the girl.

Wei Wuyi shook his goatee and sighed, "Alas, I don't know happiness in the blessing. I think my old man was also romantic in those years, Qijiro all night."

What he was saying was so complacent. Wei Wuyi, the ghost hand, looked back and saw that the room was empty. The room that was full just now ran away. He couldn't help slamming his feet angrily, "These little rabbits, listen to my old man talking about the glorious past. Do you still charge money?"

"Sir, others ask for money, but you are desperate." There was a weak voice from the corner of the room. Mr. Wei Wuyi followed the sound and saw that it was Xie Ning. This guy who often said jokes were more difficult than crying during the New Year's Day. At this time, he really couldn't help talking.

Wei Wuyi's goatee was blown. He jumped off the table and walked out of the door. "Well, I won't tell you. I'll talk to Lao Shen."

He went out to find Father Shen.

It was at Father Shen that he could find the pleasure of saliva flying, because no matter what he said, Father Shen was pandering to it. He buried his head and knocked on his little hammer, and would not be disturbed by his noise at all.

Seeing that Mr. Wei Wuyi had left, the people who hid outside the house returned to the house one after another. The old man was indeed much cleaner.

Everyone is busy with their own business, playing chess, taking a nap, wiping guns, and playing a lot of fun.

Chen Feng was not in the house. He left Shenjiazhuang and went straight to Chengde, intending to go to the city to see the situation.

The next target he intends to attack is Chengde not far away.

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