Chapter 1 Huang Feng
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In the simple house of the casters under the Nangong family, one of the four major casting families of the Qinlong Dynasty.
"Huang Feng, according to the rules of the sword-casting villa, at the age of 16, you must go to the casting workshop to cast weapons and make contributions to the villa before you have a chance to get ahead. Don't lose face to our Huang family... Cough..." A middle-aged man who was weakened, black and had a bad face, said earnestly and coughed very hard.
At this time, it is the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. The snow outside the window is as white as flowers. The small furnace used in the casting machine in the room is burning with flames, but it doesn't feel cold.
In front of him stood a javelin-like man, with a burly figure, bright eyes, and a heavy head. "Dad, I swear by the honor of the Huang family that I will definitely create a magic soldier comparable to the 'Phoenix Sword' and restore the honor of the Huang family."
The Huang family is a casting family. Although it has fallen, every generation makes a living from castings. Huang Feng has been fascinated by castings since he was a child. He began to cast them at the age of seven, and now the weapons cast have a certain quality.
"I believe that you can make your own vows as a father. Today, I will take you to the casting workshop of the Sword Villa for your father. Cough..." The middle-aged man said excitedly.
The casting family has been silent for too long, and a descendant must wash away the dust of history and shine again. Huang Yan felt that Huang Feng was this person, because there were auspicious clouds in the sky on the day Huang Feng was born, and a colorful cloud dragon hovered in the sky for a long time. Such a vision may be a coincidence or a natural vision.
Huang Feng has shown extraordinary thinking and understanding since he was a child, especially in castings. As long as you understand the density of the metal, you will know how to cast it with the corresponding temperature and use different quenching agents. It's like being born for the casting. Of course, the weapons cast by Huang Feng are carried out in the small furnace of his house, which is unknown to outsiders.
"If it hadn't been for my accident, maybe I could have made the Huang family rise again and be valued by the landlord. Unfortunately..." Huang Yan flashed by and did not escape Huang Feng's keen eyes.
"Damn guy, Dad, I will definitely get justice for you. Definitely!" Huang Feng clenched his fist and said secretly. The father and son put on old cotton-padded jackets, stepped on the thick snow, faced the cold wind, and walked to the villa forging workshop.
Soon, there was a rhythmic sound of iron tapping in the air, like the waves of a river, roaring, and the sound waves were magnificent and touching. Not far away, a tall building is coiled on the ground like a crouching tiger. The ancient city, the gate is wide and majestic, and the walls are carved with 18 weapons, iron and silver hooks, with clear lines, shocking power and magnificent atmosphere.
In the era of beacon smoke, in order to seek a stable life, many casters are willing to join the powerful sword casting villa. The place that those minors yearn for most is the casting workshop. Because it symbolizes that you are an adult and can be responsible for your family.
"Casting workshop, I'm coming." Huang Feng was so excited that he didn't know how many times he had looked up at the city since he was a child. Following his father stride into the casting workshop, a suffocating heat wave came to his face, making people's blood warm up sharply.
"Yes, father. I will use my soul to cast a heral sword. Huang Feng said loudly, with high morale.
This is his wish and the wish of the Huang family.
Huang Yan's face was so relieved and said, "Don't you have a piece of metal that hasn't melted? Today, let's try this special furnace for casting. The temperature is more than 3,000 degrees, which is much higher than our furnace.
"Ye" Huang Feng's eyes are hot, and his family has been casting for a living for generations. It can be said that when I was pregnant, I had a strong curiosity about this casting. A good weapon was born in his hand, and he gave life to the weapon. This is not only your own painstaking efforts, but also your own child.