Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

After breakfast, enter the forging room.

"Morning!"

"Have you eaten?"

Wei An glanced at the other guys, nodded in greeting, the others also nodded at him, and then went about their business.

No one noticed any changes in Wei An at all.

"It seems that I think too much."

The corners of Wei An's mouth curled up slightly, and he walked to the workbench to process the blank left over from yesterday.

Soon, Lu Ping also came.

The old master drank too much yesterday, and it seems that he hasn't sobered up to now. His eyes were lost in the lake, and he yawned. He looked down at Wei An who was working.

Seeing this, Wei An was completely relieved.

What to do, pull the bellows, repeatedly fold and forge rough iron, it looks the same as usual.

After working all morning, Wei An didn't feel any fatigue, he was still alive and well with plenty of energy.

Blink of an eye to the afternoon.

Wei An first assigned Zhang Mingzhu homework and asked her to practice calligraphy alone. Then he sat down at the desk, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write and draw.

The written content and the action pictures of the characters depicted are exactly the Hunyuan Pile of Gongfa.

Wei An had already thought about it.

Since there is no place selling exercises locally, he wrote them himself.

The paper and the ink cost him nothing, only his time and effort.

"With skills and money, we can continue to imitate." Wei An became more and more excited as he thought about it, and wrote quickly.

In a flash it was three days later.

Wei An is worthy of being a calligraphy master, he writes quickly, and quickly wrote the full text of the Hunyuan pile exercise, page after page, with both pictures and texts.

Immediately afterwards, he cut out a piece of red paper, made a cover, and bound it into a book with needle and thread.

"You're done!"

Wei An let out a foul breath, looked at the exercise book in his hand, and showed a satisfied smile.

With the foundation of a calligraphy master, the exercise books he made will naturally not be far behind.

At noon this day, while having lunch, Wei An sat across from another clerk. The other guy was called Lao Lu. The exact name was unclear, and he was also an old craftsman in the blacksmith shop.

Lao Lu has two sons. The eldest son learned blacksmithing from him. He has already become a skilled worker and works in the blacksmith shop.

The youngest son is stubborn by nature, he doesn't like to be a blacksmith, but he likes to practice martial arts, and he always clamors to go to the rivers and lakes.

Old Lu had nothing to do with him, so he sent his youngest son to Wan Yunhe to learn martial arts, and he has practiced for more than a year and a half.

"Uncle Lu, there is something I want to discuss with you." Wei An said with a smile on his face.

When Lao Lu heard this, his heart suddenly became vigilant, and he shouted: "Wei An, you are young, don't learn badly, I have no money to lend you."

Wei An was speechless, waved his hands and said, "I'm not asking you to borrow money."

Lao Lu breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled, nodded and said, "It's easy to talk about not borrowing money, what's the matter?"

Wei An lowered his voice and said, "Last time when I went to Wan Yunhe's house, I saw many children practicing martial arts, but they didn't have the secrets of exercises, so I thought, maybe I can copy some secrets of exercises and sell them to them. .”

As he said, Wei An took out the Hunyuan pile from his arms, "This is the secret book of exercises taught by Wan Yunhe, and I can keep copying it. The problem is, it's not convenient for me to sell it."

Lao Lu understood, and said, "You want my little son to sell books for you?"

Wei An nodded and said, "Wan Yunhe should have no problem with selling your youngest son, but if I were an outsider, Wan Yunhe would definitely not be happy."

Old Lu thought about it too, and asked tentatively, "How much do you want to sell?"

Wei An said in succession: "A secret book of exercises can sell at least 20 low-grade rough stones."

Hearing this, Lao Lu immediately shook his head and said, "If it's too expensive, they might not be willing to waste so much money."

"Then sell it for 10 yuan!"

"10 yuan is also expensive. You are using straw paper, and the cost price is 3 yuan. I suggest selling it at the highest price of 5 yuan."

"Okay, listen to you!"

"Wait, how to divide the account?"

"How about I give you a commission of 1 yuan for every copy sold?"

"it is good!"

The two settled down quickly.

When he got home at night, Lao Lu called his youngest son over and taught him how to sell the secrets of exercises.

07 Simulated twice!

Soon, good news came.

Lao Lu's youngest son did not disappoint. He won three playmates who were close to each other in one go and persuaded them to buy exercise secrets.

However, Wei An asked to pay the money and deliver the goods, and the time was set at the end of the month.

Twelve days passed in a blink of an eye, and before I knew it, it was the end of October.

Today is pay day.

Wei An received 30 low-grade rough stones.

Afterwards, Madam called him over and gave him another 10 low-grade rough stones.

After a month of hard work, he got a total of 40 low-grade rough stones, all of which were filled into the system by him.

Balance: 40 low-grade rough stones;

"It can be simulated four times, not bad."

Wei An smiled slightly, and immediately found a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and took out a series of exercise books with red covers.

Five Hunyuan piles!

It took Wei An half a month to write this.

At noon that day, Lao Lu's youngest son came outside the blacksmith's shop with his three playmates.

Wei An called them into his room, looked at the three teenagers, they were all in their teens, and asked, "What's your name?"

The tallest boy replied: "My name is Lin Daguang, and he is my younger brother Lin Xiaoguang."

Then, he pointed to the third boy with freckles and a runny nose and said, "There is also him, named Wang Huzi."

"The three of us, buy two Hunyuan Pile."

Wei An nodded, and immediately took out two exercise books and handed them over, receiving 10 low-grade rough stones.

The Lin brothers share one copy, and Wang Huzi has one.

However, Wei An didn't know which of the Lin brothers had the better talent in martial arts, so he chose the elder brother Lin Daguang for the simulation only based on performance.

As a result, two target candidates were immediately available, Lin Daguang and Wang Huzi.

[You presented the Hunyuan Pile to Lin Daguang, the simulation officially started]

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[The first year: I was sold at a low price within a few days of my birth. The works of a dignified calligrapher are only sold for 5 low-grade rough stones. You can be shameless, but should I not?Someone's superficiality is outrageous!

My new master, Lin Daguang, after he got me, he thought about it seriously, thought hard, and practiced hard... Fuck! 】

[The second year: I deeply suspect that Lin Daguang may be a waste. How can he not learn such a simple skill like me? 】

[The third year: I am sure and sure, Lin Daguang is a waste.Alas, it is useless to meet people who are not good. 】

[The fourth year: Lin Daguang finally got started, my God, the sun came out from the west. 】

[Fifth year: Lin Daguang climbed a tree to dig out a bird's nest, one hand slipped and fell, and he broke his leg, hahaha~~~]

[The sixth year: Lin Daguang healed his broken leg, but his martial arts were also neglected. He simply stopped practicing and just idled around all day long.One day, he went to the toilet without paper, so he took out me...]

[The simulation is over! 】

[You can choose one of the following rewards:]

[[-]. The Hunyuan Pile Manuscript with Taste]

[[-]. The realm of martial arts cultivated by Lin Daguang, the holder of Hunyuan Pile]

"Ah this..."

The corner of Wei An's mouth twitched, looking at Lin Daguang in front of him with a fierce look in his eyes, he snatched back the exercise book.

"I won't sell this book." Wei An threw 5 low-grade rough stones to Lin Daguang.

"Why, why?" Lin Daguang looked confused.

Wei An said seriously: "A good horse with a good saddle! I suddenly realized that you are not a material for martial arts, and you are not worthy of having this secret book of exercises."

"What, I'm not a material for martial arts?" Lin Daguang immediately expressed dissatisfaction, his cheeks puffed up with anger.

Wang Huzi next to him became nervous when he saw this, and asked cautiously, "Then, what about me?"

Wei An's eyes fell on Wang Huzi.

[You presented the Hunyuan Pile to Wang Huzi, the simulation officially started]

……

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[The first year: Although I was sold at a low price as soon as I made a move, I never hold grudges.My new master, Wang Huzi, is not bad. He practices martial arts diligently every day, and his performance is quite satisfactory. 】

[The fourth year: Wang Huzi struggled for three years, and finally got started with Hunyuan Pile. 】

[The seventh year: Wang Huzi will continue to work hard, practice hard for three years, and achieve a small success in the Hunyuan pile!In the same year, a fire broke out in the Zhangji blacksmith shop in Dafeng Township, and the fire spread half the street, killing and injuring many people, including senior brother Song Qingsong. 】

[The eighth year: Wang Huzi changed careers and became an Orion, but he still insists on practicing martial arts every day, and his spirit is commendable. 】

[No. 13 years: Wang Huzi groped and practiced on his own, and the Hunyuan pile broke through the realm of Dacheng! 】

[No. 20 Years: The persevering Wang Huzi has come to his thirties, but he still can't cultivate the Hunyuan pile to the perfect state, and his footsteps are like an abyss. Give up martial arts. 】

[The simulation is over! 】

[You can choose one of the following rewards:]

[[-]. The secrets of the tattered Hunyuan Pile]

[[-]. The realm of martial arts cultivated by Wang Huzi, the holder of the Hunyuan Stake]

"Oh, the Hunyuan Pile is half a step complete!"

Wei An's eyes lit up, he looked at Wang Huzi, his expression was still calm, and he said solemnly: "You are not bad, as long as you persevere and work hard, there may be hope for success in the future."

"Entry!!"

In an instant, Wang Huzi's breathing froze.

In everyone's eyes, he has always been that kind of stupid kid. No one has ever expected too much from him, and no one has ever praised him like this.

"Really, I really have hope to enter the product?" Wang Huzi couldn't believe it, staring at Wei An, and asked him to confirm again, his face was filled with the expression that I am not dreaming.

Wei An nodded with a smile, and said loudly: "Yes! Your talent in martial arts is actually very good. As long as you are willing to pay for it and persevere, you will have a bright future!"

Hearing this, Wang Huzi's eyes lit up, his face was flushed with a strange flush, and his excitement was beyond words.

"..."

Lin Daguang looked at Wei An, then at Wang Huzi, with a sour expression on his face, he almost wrote the word dissatisfaction on his forehead.

"Tiger, I want to ask you something."

Wei An knelt down and asked Wang Huzi, "Master Wan Yunhe has taken many apprentices, who among you is the most talented?"

Wang Huzi replied: "It should be Wan Yong and Han Yunzhi. Master often praises them and asks us to learn more from them."