Commanding Wind and Cloud

Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 3

"Yes!"

Amid the cracking sound of the bellows, old Blake picked up the iron pliers beside his feet and gently picked up the red iron embryo, which weighed thousands of pounds. The hammer set off a hurricane sound, like a falling meteor from the sky, fiercely smashed on the red-hot iron embryo.

The moment the hammer and the anvil collided, a series of scorching sparks suddenly splashed, and the deafening sound of metal colliding was incessant. Under the superposition of each other, there is a feeling of thunder.

Qian Jin's eyes were straight from the side, he never thought that smithing could fight like this. The performance of the old Blacksmith in front of us can no longer be called smithing, but can be called art! He's smithing and really hit a new realm.

On this small desk, the heavy hammer lifted the heavy as if it were light and swayed recklessly. Indeed, there are several points of the calligraphy Master's imposing manner in which he created a world-shattering masterpiece on the spot.

The old Blacksmith's movements were not too fast, but it was unbelievably stable. The hammer fell thousands of times, but the height that the old Blacksmith lifted it was always on the same horizontal line. , as if after the most accurate measurement, the hammer raised high, and then fell heavily on the anvil, knocking thousands of times without even a single mistake.

If the hammer was replaced with a two-handed sword, Qian Jin still had some confidence, and kept the two-handed sword on the same level for ten cuts, but he knew that it was a one-handed sword. A hammer, a hammer that weighs thousands of pounds, it is difficult to even drag it, even more how to reach the realm of the old Blacksmith.

Looking at the flying sparks, Qian Jin was completely stunned...

"Player Qian Jin masters primary smelting."

"Player Qian Jin Jin masters Primary forging."

In the two consecutive system hints, the old Blacksmith also dropped the last hammer heavily, a sword body lay quietly on the anvil, exuding scorching heat Breath, old Blake took out the iron tongs, picked up the sword body on the anvil, and threw it into the bucket, only to hear a light sound of "Here!", a piece of white smoke rose from the water...

After doing all this, the old Blacksmith gently put down the hammer in his hand and lit the extinguished pipe.

"As my apprentice, the first thing you need to learn is how to use a hammer correctly." After speaking, the old Blacksmith bent down again and found a hammer beside the anvil Throw it to Qian Jin: "From today onwards, you use this hammer to strike a thousand times a day on the anvil, and you can leave when you are done. When I think you have been able to use the hammer correctly, I will It will teach you new things."

The hammer thrown by the old Blacksmith is still heavy, but it is no longer as exaggerated as before. It is a heavy hammer that can't even lift anything.

The hammer head thrown this time is obviously several times smaller than the hammer head of the old Blacksmith smithing. Qian Jin brought it up and tried it. It felt like it weighed about 2-3 hundred pounds. Although it was a little difficult to swing it, in any case, compared to the previous heavy hammer, this one was not too terrifying.

Qian Jin had a hammer in his hand, and he didn't immediately raise the hammer to smash it. With his eyes closed, he tried his best to recall the old Blacksmith's actions when he hammered out the hammer, and corrected his mistakes again and again in the meditation.

Blake's cloudy old eyes looked curiously at Qian Jin, who was standing still with his eyes closed, secretly guessing what he was doing? Why don't you start smithing?

I simulated nearly a hundred times in the Qian Jin meditation. The closed eyes suddenly opened, and the rays of light full of confidence shot out. At the same time, the hammer in his hand was raised high above his head and slammed into the anvil. .

clang!

The small room echoed the sound of the hammer hitting the anvil just now.

Blake's turbid old eyes with curiosity, at this moment, suddenly burst out with unprecedented sharp rays of light, holding a heavy hammer that is always stable, but at this moment, it shakes violently. , as if he couldn't hold even a light pipe.

Awesome! Blake looked at Qian Jin who had already hit Second Hammer in surprise. The height and falling speed of First Hammer's beating arm just now were exactly the same as when he was smithing.

However, this is not what surprised Blake. The essence of the actual judgment of the previous smithing drill is not the height and speed of the hammer, but the metal clasps emitted at the moment when the hammer hits the anvil. song.

The sound produced by Qian Jin First Hammer is the same as that produced by Blake. It is not a sound that can appear by coincidence, but he really observed and experienced it with his heart.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...

Qian Jin kept swinging the hammer, repeatedly beating on the anvil.

He was so focused that he even forgot the ebbing of time and even his physical fatigue, he suddenly found that smithing was actually very interesting.

Old Blacksmith seems to be oblivious to his apprentice, but each minding their own business is leaning back on the reclining chair and dozing off, the pipe beside his mouth flickering in the sound of smithing.

"Your forging proficiency increases, your power increases a little."

"Your forging proficiency increases, your power increases a little."

"Your forging proficiency Increase the power a little."

...

The only thing that accompanied Qian Jin was this dull system hint.

Five hundred times... Qian Jin's arm became more and more sore and numb, so he simply used Fighter's Third Grade battle energy to supplement it, and continued to do the same action over and over again.

It wasn't until early evening that Qian Jin completed a thousand beats.

When everything stopped, Qian Jin felt not only his right arm, but all the muscles on the right half of his body, all wailing sorely and painfully. It was impossible to raise his arm again. .

When Qian Jin went out, the old Blacksmith was still dozing off, just nodded at him, and closed his cloudy eyes again.

Is the mission completed today? Qian Jin dragged his tired and weak body out of the Blacksmith Shop, and saw something suddenly sounded in the sky outside.

"Shit! System Spirit, grant me death!"

"What's the matter?"

Qian Jin raised his left arm and pointed to the sky. Said: "Didn't you say that after eight hours, I will automatically return to the original world? Look at what time it is now, eight hours, I think there are even 16 hours?"

"I forgot to tell you that the time in the game is one to two with the real time, that is to say, eight hours of real time is equal to 16 hours of game time, but you are right, you do enter the game. It’s almost 16 hours, don’t worry, you will be able to return to the real world soon.”

ps: The new book period, everyone is an old reader of the starting point, and it is very clear. The three slogans that the author was most willing to read at this time, although we also thought about avoiding vulgarity before opening the book, so instead of catching the fashionable train crossing, we wrote about the aborigines of another world, but there are three vulgarities We still have to do things, recommend tickets, members click, and collect them all! Oh! It happens to be three vulgar slogans that can no longer be vulgar. I don't know if this counts as... three vulgars? I heard that I went to the state of Positive and Negative three customs. I am going up against the wind like this, I wonder if it will be harmonious?