Chapter 4 The Best Dagger

When Xiao Heng approached the stove with the strange piece of raw iron, Xiao Heng clearly felt that the piece of raw iron in his hand was slightly hot. While Xiao Heng was shocked, he also hurriedly threw the piece of raw iron into the stove.

As soon as the iron fell into the stove, Xiao Heng immediately heard a "poof". The flame in the stove suddenly rushed out of the stove, and the temperature of the whole room soared a lot in an instant, which made Xiao Heng complain.

After a while, Xiao Heng picked up the pliers and picked up the strange piece of raw iron that had been burned red and put it on the iron wood anvil. Then, Xiao Heng showed his strength far beyond his peers.

Xiao Heng grabbed the iron block with pliers in one hand and put it on the iron and wood anvil. He grabbed the dozens of pounds of big hammer beside him in the other hand and raised it high. Although it's a little difficult to lift, it's dozens of pounds. Raising with one hand, it can be seen that Xiao Heng's physique is different.

Xiao Heng held the big hammer tightly in his right hand, raised the hammer over the top, and his feet were slightly divided. Then his arm suddenly exerted his strength and smashed it towards the burning red iron block.

"Ding."

With a crisp sound, the piece of raw iron immediately flattened three points. A trace of excitement flashed in Xiao Heng's eyes. I didn't think about it, but I danced the sledgehammer again along the inertia under the hammer. It turned out to be a whirlwind. The movement is so skillful that it is not like the first time to forge a weapon.

And the blacksmith is sitting leisurely on the wooden chair in the store. Listening to the sound of beating iron from the inside, a delicate knife in his hand kept dancing in his hand. His face was full of bad laughter.

"How can a little baby create a decent weapon by himself at a glance? Hey hey, I think it took me three years to build weapons independently. When you fail, you have to learn from me honestly. Hey hey, someone will help pull the bellow box for free. Just when the blacksmith smiled badly, he didn't know that there had been a sudden change in the inner house.

At this time, Xiao Heng was covered with a gray face, as if he had just climbed out of the coal pile.

Just now, when Xiao Heng hit the thirty-fourth hammer with an iron hammer, the iron suddenly exploded. Fortunately, it was just muffled and did not disturb the blacksmith outside.

When looking at the red iron blocks scattered around the iron anvil, Xiao Heng's eyes flashed, as if he had found something.

Xiao Heng's eyes stared at the bursting iron block, and there was a little surprise in his eyes. It seems that the explosion is just the surface of the iron, and there seems to be another mystery in it.

He walked to the place where the iron fell, picked up the iron with the "shell" removed with iron pliers, and observed it carefully. But I found that it was still a red piece. Xiao Heng immediately soaked the iron block in cold water, and with a "bang", the rolling white gas came out.

When he could pick up the cooled iron again, Xiao Heng was stunned. This strange metal is already slightly in the shape of a dagger. The color is milky white, there is a faint red light, and the weight is as light as a feather.

Xiao Heng was stunned for a long time, slowly closed his big mouth, and his eyes turned to the stove, and his eyes were full of excitement and firmness.

"Ding" "Ding" "Ding"

Then, there was a crisp sound of iron in the room.

Xiao Heng is really sweating like rain now. The metal as light as a feather is really hard enough. After playing for a long time, it was just a slight variant.

Four hours later, Xiao Heng came out of the room. The blacksmith looked at him with a smile without saying a word. Xiao Heng scratched his head and said shyly, "Well, uncle, can I stay here for a few more days? I can help you with the chores. My things will take a few days to finish.

The blacksmith had expected this for a long time, but he did not expect that it was the strange metal that delayed the completion of Xiao Heng's dagger. Hey hey, he smiled and said to Xiao Heng, "Yes, but you have to be like today. You pull the bellows when I build it in the morning, and you can build it when I sell things in the store in the afternoon. How's it going? I'll take care of the food and accommodation."

Xiao Heng was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly thanked him, "Thank you, thank you, uncle, you are so kind. You are really handsome, romantic, brave, brave, chivalrous and soft..."

Just when the blacksmith was slapped to death by Xiao Heng's pile of flattery, Xiao Heng's subsequent words almost choked him to death.

"Bright, what are you going to eat tonight? Do you have any meat? When I'm growing up, you can't abuse your deputy. Xiao Heng touched his slightly flat belly and stared straight at the blacksmith and asked.

The blacksmith, who was enjoying flattery, almost spit out the wine he had just drunk, wiped his cold sweat and said, "Okay, okay, eat meat."

Xiao Heng was happy again when he heard the words. Suddenly, he smashed another pile of "handsome and handsome, romantic, sword, bold heart, chivalrous and soft intestines". At this time, the blacksmith could be described as a row of black lines on his forehead.

After dinner in the evening, the blacksmith went to the room and put out the stove. After closing the door of the store, he led Xiao Heng to a wooden ladder at the side door of the store. The blacksmith walked and said, "Don't go back today. Just sleep here."

Xiao Heng thought, go back to that broken temple now? Forget it, it's better to be here. Then he said, "Well, okay, but do you have many rooms?"

"No"

"What about so many beds?"

"No"

"..."

When Xiao Heng lay on the blacksmith's only wood** with the word "big", the blacksmith was speechless.

"Hey, boy, this is my bed."

"Oh? Tell it to be good, look at it and answer you?" Xiao Heng smiled and said treacherously to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith picked up his eyelids and took off his coat directly. The explosive muscles were exposed, and the fists were clenched, and then he looked at Xiao Heng gloomily and said, "Kid, do you want to loosen your bones?"

When Xiao Heng heard the crackling fist, his scalp was numb. Without hesitation, he bounced his waist and jumped down. Then he wiped his cold sweat and said, "Just kidding, just kidding, how dare I rob your dog kennel?"

After the blacksmith "hey hey" smiled proudly, he said to Xiao Heng, "You boy, hey hey, dare to grab the dog kennel with me, er, damn it, you boy fool me." When the word "dog kennel" is repeated again. The slow-witted blacksmith reacted, and he really had to admire his nerves.

There is nothing we can do. Xiao Heng can only lay on the floor. Fortunately, he is not so unlucky that he doesn't even have a bedding.

This night, the two chatted for a long time before going to bed. When the blacksmith knew what Xiao Heng had experienced, he also sympathized with him fiercely.

Xiao Heng also knows that the blacksmith's name is Zhang Han. He is 38 years old this year. This store is the industry left by his father. Zhang Han learned to fight with his father since he was a child. When he was 15 years old, his father was dragged to the battlefield by the army. Two years later, what was sent back was the ashes.

With his brute force, his father Zhang Jian became a deputy general within a year.

Zhang Jian's last battle was at the junction of Xuanpu and Tianyan, and the traitor was ambushed before he went away. If his father hadn't become the deputy general, the ashes would not have been sent back.

Zhang Han is still alone because he is honest and only knows how to make iron. By the way, who will find a wood that can only make iron as a husband?

The next day, after opening the door, Xiao Heng and Zhang Han still built weapons in the iron shed inside as they did yesterday. Have lunch after it's done. To Xiao Heng's delight, there was really meat at lunch.

A begling chicken, Xiao Heng's mouth was full of oil. After eating, Xiao Heng lay on the chair and snorted and giggled contentedly.

Zhang Han smiled helplessly, because he only grabbed a chicken paw and a chicken head.

Xiao Heng had a good rest, and immediately proudly turned around and walked towards the iron shed inside. As he walked, he laughed proudly and said, "Hahahaha, the meat is so full. Hahahaha, build a dagger and go."

At this time, the blacksmith rarely looked at Xiao Heng, who was smiling obscenely with contemptuous eyes, and said to himself, "It's really a big kid. Fortunately, I hid one in advance. He must have run to the kitchen again, quietly took out a begling chicken and a jar of knives, and ate and drank leisurely.

...

After Xiao Heng took out the piece of metal in the form of a dagger from a box in the corner, he began yesterday's unfinished work.

Two hours later, Xiao Heng was so tired that he was about to collapse. He sat on the ground and gasped and scolded, "Grandma, what the hell is this? It's so hard. At this speed, it's estimated that it can't be completed in five days."

After a long time, Xiao Heng's physical strength gradually recovered. He stood up and looked at the burning red metal, and his eyes were full of firmness.

Then, in an iron shed, the sound of iron again covered all the sounds.

Just when Xiao Heng was exhausted again and wanted to put down the hammer to rest. The hand suddenly slipped, and the hammer hit his right foot under Xiao Heng's suddenly shrinking pupil.

A sharp pain suddenly made Xiao Heng tremble all over, his body shook, and his center of gravity was unbalanced in an instant. Xiao Heng fell straight down.

"Oh, it hurts so much." Xiao Heng frowned and stared at the opening cut by the iron filings on the ground on the palm of his hand, and his blood flowed.

A drop of blood suddenly fell on the strange metal that fell to the ground, but it did not evaporate. Unexpectedly, it was slowly absorbed by this strange metal.

A strange feeling of flesh and blood suddenly arises between the bottom of Xiao Heng's heart and this metal.

Xiao Heng stared at the metal in surprise for a long time. After sipling his interfering lips, he immediately shook his head. After being a little sober, Xiao Heng tore off a piece of cloth from the patched clothes and wrapped the palms that were still bleeding.

After the wound was bandaged, Xiao Heng was paralyzed on the ground. He began to rub his right foot hit by a hammer.

As soon as his hand touched his right foot, Xiao Heng couldn't help grinning for a while. However, with Xiao Heng's rubbing and rubbing, the pain on his right foot gradually dissipated.

Xiao Heng, who was still sitting on the ground resting, sighed and carefully took out the dragon ring that had been hanging around his neck from the inside of the clothes on his chest.

Holding this dragon ring in his hand, Xiao Heng felt very cordial in his heart. I couldn't help but flash a trace of tears in my eyes. Father, mother, where are you..." Xiao Heng gently stroked the golden dragon-shaped ring with his hand for a while, and then gently rubbed it on his face for a while. Then he took a deep breath and calmed down.

Standing up slowly, Xiao Heng looked at the strange metal falling on the ground. After clipping it up again with pliers, he continued to build his first weapon.

"Oh, why did it become soft?" After this strange metal was burned and forged by Xiao Heng at home, Xiao Heng found that the metal, which was unusually hard before, became much softer at this time. It's much easier to beat.

But then, Xiao Heng was surprised to find out. Once you put the metal in cold water and let it return to normal temperature, it will immediately become abnormally hard, even harder than before.

At this time, Xiao Heng vaguely seemed to understand something. Then he squeezed out a drop of blood from the wound and dripped it on the burnt red metal. Then, a strange scene reappeared.

Xiao Heng's blood drops on this extremely high-temperature metal did not evaporate in an instant. Instead, they were gradually absorbed by this metal as before.

After Xiao Heng swallowed his saliva nervously, he slowly raised the hammer and then exerted his strength. The hammer fell down in an instant, flattening this strange metal again.

"Sure enough." Xiao Heng was overjoyed to see this. Wouldn't it be much easier to build a drop of blood before each exercise? Finally, if it cools down, it will become harder. After dozens of times like this, won't it become a divine soldier?

...

The sun is gradually setting, in the evening. Xiao Heng finally came out of the iron shed with a low temperature, and his face was full of satisfaction. Today, his dagger has been preliminarily shaped by him.

After dinner, Zhang Han and Xiao Heng, who were lying in **, talked about some common sense and forging methods of weapons again, which made Xiao Heng learn a lot of knowledge.

Whenever Zhang Han said something astringent, Xiao Heng would immediately ask. Zhang Han will continue to talk until it is completely unclear. After talking for three hours, Zhang Han became sleepy and wanted to go to bed immediately. But he was pulled by Xiao Hengqiang and talked for a few more hours.

After waiting for the son, Zhang Han finally fell asleep impatiently. Seeing this, Xiao Heng curled his lips dissatisfiedly, and then fell asleep with it.

A few days later, Xiao Heng still worked as Zhang Han's deputy every morning. In the afternoon, he was still building his own dagger in the iron shed, and in the evening, he pulled Zhang Han to learn his weapon forging knowledge. Zhang Han does not hide his privacy. He will answer questions, and will also teach Xiao Heng a lot of tricks, so that Xiao Heng can make continuous progress every day. However, Zhang Han has not seen what Xiao Heng's dagger looks like so far.

On the evening of the eighth day when Xiao Heng arrived at Zhang Han, the door of the iron shed was suddenly kicked away by Xiao Heng, who had gone in and made a dagger for three hours. Xiao Heng, who was soaked all over, still holding a strange-shaped dagger in his right hand.

At this time, Xiao Heng was very excited. As soon as he saw Zhang Han sitting in a chair leisurely tasting wine, he immediately rushed to Zhang Han. In front of Zhang Han's eyes, he shook his cold dagger and shouted, "Look, Uncle Zhang, it's done. How about it? Is it okay?"

Zhang Han was so shocked that he didn't dare to move, for fear that the boy would accidentally stab himself.

Zhang Han had a little cold sweat on his forehead and said carefully, "Hey, hey, I said, can you take the dagger away from my eyes first?" You make my heart flur.

"Well, I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I made a mistake." Xiao Heng continued to shake the cold flashing dagger...

"It doesn't matter. Take it away." Zhang Han swallowed his saliva and said quite "understandingly".

"Uh-huh, take a look again. I'll take it away when I see it clearly." Xiao Heng still continued to shake the cold flashing dagger...

"It's clear. Take it away." His eyelids trembled and looked at the waving edge in front of him, and Zhang Han said with a slightly anxious voice.

"Are you sure you can see it clearly?" Xiao Heng still continued to shake the cold flashing dagger...

"Damn, do you want to loosen your bones?" When Zhang Han heard this, he couldn't help but be angry. Regardless of the cold light in front of him, he immediately roared at Xiao Heng. His right hand also patted Xiao Heng's head on the melon seeds.

As if it were a conditioned reflex, Xiao Heng immediately jumped back, then bowed down respectfully, raised the dagger with both hands, raised it in front of Zhang Han and said with a smile, "Master Zhang, please comment. Hey hey..."

In an instant, Zhang Han slapped Xiao Heng and stopped, and his eyes were firmly attracted by the dagger in Xiao Heng's hand.

The dagger in Xiao Heng's hand is six inches long and half an inch wide, and the knife handle is integrated. The blade on one side has been opened, and the cold light flashes. On one side is a sharp inverted thorn, and it is still a double inverted thorn. You can see that it is very lethal.

Zhang Han was stunned and said strangely, "Damn, is this okay?"

Zhang Han reached out and grabbed the dagger, and was even more shocked: "This... How can it be? What kind of material is this?

"I don't know. I found it in a piece of raw iron." Xiao Heng replied excitedly.

Zhang Han casually threw the dagger on the wall, and the dagger went into the wall to the handle. Zhang Han pulled it out easily again, picked up the dagger and stabbed a piece of pig iron piled up in the corner of the wall. The piece of raw iron was as fragile as tofu, and was stabbed by the dagger in Zhang Han's hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Han couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. While being shocked, he also said to Xiao Heng with envy, "Kid, that's awesome. Such a hard material can also be made. Even I can't touch such a hard material. This dagger is definitely the best dagger. Why don't I have this luck? No, I'll see if there is any such material in my iron. After saying that, after handing the dagger to Xiao Heng, he turned around and rushed inside.

With Zhang Han's years of experience in hitting iron, he can see at a glance that the material of this dagger is extraordinary. That's why I can't help looking for it in my own warehouse.

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