C99 casting spirituality

At night, at casting chamber.

Chang Jing had finished eating her meal according to the Broken Sword's requirements, so she went to the great hall early and followed the Broken Sword into the casting chamber, which was also known as the "Half Forbidden Area" by the Jian Hun Family.

The casting chamber was a secret that no one wanted to pass on to the Jian Hun Family. All past generations of "Jian Hun" had listed it as a forbidden ground. Without the permission of the Patriarch, ordinary people would not dare to step even a step inside — — Death was definitely a very scary thing.

My good grandson, "the Broken Sword said to Chang Jing after tying up her apron," I brought you here for a purpose, do you know what it is?

Chang Jing understood that the reason she was called here was simple, it was because the elders wanted to place their hopes on him and wanted him to inherit the title of "Jian Hun". Although Chang Jing rarely thought about her own matters, she was still very against being called "Iron Man", and thought that it was a hopeless situation, even though her father and grandfather were like this. What he hoped for was a successful career.

"I'm not sure," Chang Jing said, pretending to be stupid, "I guess it's to let me take a look around. After all, as a member of the Jian Hun Family, it would be very embarrassing for me to not know that my family has left me a thousand years of knowledge in smithing. Am I right, Grandfather? "

"It can be considered half right, but to let you familiarize yourself with the clan's business is one of them. But the most important thing is to teach me, the Jian Hun Family, the crafting techniques of the famed martial arts Lin!" When he said the words "Drinking Wu Lin", the eyes of the broken sword was filled with pride. In his opinion, the achievements that the Jian Hun Family had today was entirely because of the hard work of the previous generations of "Jian Hun".

"But grandpa, look at my body. It's not suitable to forge iron at all because I'm so weak!"

What Chang Jing said was the truth. In the past, he had once helped his father back at home, but every time, she would become more and more busy, to the extent that when his father saw him come, he would quickly throw aside whatever she was doing, afraid that Chang Jing would help him out again. Although Chang Jing who had the Fire Element had played a role in creating a sword later on, it was still harder than ascending to heaven if she was allowed to forge a sword on her own — at least, that was how it looked to him.

"Your body is not a problem. Didn't you already start practicing martial arts?" Furthermore, based on your performance this afternoon, I can conclude that your future achievements in martial arts will definitely not be lower than an old bones like me! "

"That is something for the future. If there is a chance, won't that mean that I will not live up to the seniors' expectations?"

"How can a young man be so unconfident?" "Do you think I can trust your brother with the inheritance? It's not like you don't know his character. With his character, rather than letting him barely inherit it, I might as well let the ancestor's consummate skill fall into my hands! "

Alright, after everything that had happened, teaching Chang Jing crafting became a choice out of no choice.

"Alright then, I'll try." Chang Jing thought that the words for the broken sword was not unreasonable, and he did not like Li Gute, who was a nuisance to him, so she decided to give it a try.

"That's more like it! It was not in vain that your father and I put in so much effort for you! "

The Broken Sword told his trusted aide domestic servant to ignite the furnace, and patiently instructed Chang Jing.

"Making a fire is the foundation and key of forging. A person who doesn't understand how to make a fire can't become a master blacksmith. Even an ordinary blacksmith can't do it."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chang Jing did not care at all. How important would something that a grandfather could tell domestic servant to be at ease with?

The Broken Sword saw the contempt in Chang Jing's eyes, and pointed at the family members, and said: "Do you know how long it took for him to master this technique?"

"This... It won't be long, right? "

"Sixteen years, and he's also the most talented person in the domestic servant." The broken sword lightly reported the number that Chang Jing was speechless about.

"Sixteen years?!" Chang Jing asked in shock.

"Yes, Young Master. This little one was chosen by the Lord from the age of twenty-two, and stayed by his side for sixteen whole years before he could relax and let me control the stove. " The family answered without looking back.

Seeing the resolute expression on his family members' face, Chang Jing believed them, but at the same time, she was deeply worried that she would truly be able to pass on his skills and skills as mentioned in the Broken Sword.

"Don't worry, he's still young. There's plenty of opportunities! " The broken sword saw the worry in his heart, so it encouraged him.

"I'll try my best." Chang Jing said hesitantly.

"The key to starting a fire is to control the temperature. You can't make it too slow, and you can't make it too fast when it's slow. You have to match the martial arts at all times, you can't keep adding to the fire or dragging it so hard that it won't burn."

With regards to this, Chang Jing was confident that she could do it. The Fire Magic allowed him to have a deeper understanding of fire than ordinary people.

"Is controlling the fire enough the same as grasping the trick to starting a fire?" Chang Jing asked.

"You can say that, but it's much harder to execute."

"Then does grandpa mean that once I master the Fiery Incantation, I won't be far from becoming a 'Grandmaster Blacksmith'?"

"Haha …" The broken sword suddenly began to strangely laugh out loud.

Chang Jing looked at his grandfather who was laughing so hard that he almost stopped his breathing. She really couldn't understand, could it be that what she had just said was very childish?

"Ha …" After a long while, the broken sword finally recovered its breath, "Child, your question is exactly the same as when I asked my father!"

Chang Jing still did not understand what was so funny.

"I remember what my father said at the time, 'The sword is very similar to a man. A man with a strong and healthy body is only a martial arts man. The most important thing is his connotation!'

"The essence of the sword?" Chang Jing asked.

"Right, every good sword has its own spirit. A sword without spirit is dead, this kind of sword is not allowed to appear in our Jian Hun Family. "

understood that nature was alive; swords had living beings, Chang Jing did not understand. In his mind, what man has created has been given so much practical value that it has lost the qualities they should have had, and it is even more absurd to say that they can be living things.

"It's a pity that ever since the first generation Jian Hun created the first treasure sword that was extremely intelligent — — 'Soulsword', the swords forged by our Jian Hun Family became one generation after another. Although we have spiritual energy, it's not much.

It turned out that his laughter was a sign of helplessness in his technical field!

"Turn a dead thing into a living thing?" Chang Jing did not notice the helplessness behind the laughter of the broken sword, she was immersed in thought.

"I really don't know if this can continue, will this Jian Hun Family still be able to establish a foothold in the martial arts world!" The broken sword finally said.

"Master, don't worry. Descendants will have their own sons and grandsons. Look at Young Master's current situation, I think it's very likely that he has raised the level of the word Jian Hun by leaps and bounds! " The family who built the fire comforted Broken Sword.

With that said, the broken sword also started to take note of Chang Jing's expression. It was a sorrowful expression that couldn't be meditated. A person with such an expression would never be an ordinary person!

"Maybe, Jian Hun really has hope of becoming brilliant again!" The broken sword mumbled to itself.