technical type

Most of the time the smelting process is very long. If the ore used is larger and harder, it will take longer. Aunt Ji told Ji Mo that the iron from the gods was smelted for a full five years. The year finally melted and could be used for casting swords.

Five years!This time is too long, maybe meteorite?Still one piece.

The ancient shaft furnace looks very good, but for burning coal and charcoal, the temperature will definitely be limited, and it will not reach a certain temperature. It will be useless for a long time, and it will be able to burn in the end, probably a little bit of accumulation. , and perhaps what accelerants were added?

Ji Mo also learned this knowledge from Master Kong, what kind of fuel is better, which area's coal is better to burn, and there is another kind of black oil, which Ji Mo deeply suspects is oil. Things, he has also seen under the guidance of Master Kong, and knows what kind of situation can add this rather expensive black oil.

Speaking of which, Ji Mo, who is ignorant and ignorant, has never seen real oil. In modern society, I dare not say that there is no such thing. In fact, most people would not deliberately take it out of the container for such a thing. Take a look and touch it!

I probably know what color the liquid is, thanks to the fact that it also has the title of "black gold". It sounds expensive, and people will pay a little attention to it.

The ores that Ji Mo chooses today are all small pieces, some of which are still in powder form. After weighing the specific weight, they will be put in at the right time, because the melting level of the ore is different, and the timing of adding is also different. Because of the need for people to watch the fire.

On the first day of smelting, Ji Mo cared very much. After guarding for a whole day, when he had to leave because of eating and drinking, he would replace Baishi. Exchange, persist for about fifteen days, and the step of smelting can be completed.

Seeing his state, Master Kong nodded slightly. These days, he will also be here, watching every step of Ji Mo's sword casting from the sidelines, making sure that he will not make any unexpected mistakes, and that he can complete the whole process independently. Learn how to forge a sword.

He didn't sleep well for more than ten days in a row. By the 16th day, the dark circles on Ji Mo's face could no longer be concealed. From childhood to adulthood, his work and rest were very regular, the standard sunrise and sunset , During this period of time, I lost half a night of sleep, and I slept for four or five hours a day, and I was a little tired after persisting.

Seeing him like this, Master Kong shook his head slightly. It was too much. Swordsmithing is the job of the swordsmith, but if the swordsmith can take care of everything, there is no need to have any sword slaves to help him.

Except for Baishi, Ji Mo obviously had enough sword slaves, but he didn't use them at all. He has to do everything by himself, which is not a good sign.

Secretly remembering this point, Master Kong continued to watch Ji Mo's disposal. The last ore was put into it a day ago, and now, a furnace of molten metal can be drawn out.

Ji Mo put the clay fan away, and was expecting to order to draw out the solution, but Master Kong called out, "Wait a minute."

"What? Master, did I neglect anything?"

Ji Mo turned his head nervously and asked, at the same time, he quickly went through the sequence and types of ore placement in his mind to ensure that there would be no mistakes. Then, this is...

What step is wrong?

"You are still missing a step. I never told you before that when a famous sword comes out of the furnace, it is necessary to sacrifice the sword. Sword slaves, apart from helping in the sword casting room, their main purpose is to sacrifice swords. They are preparing for famous swords. sacrifice."

Master Kong pointed to those wood-like sword slaves, and Baishi was also standing in that direction, his heels clenched tightly.

"Choose one, throw it into the shaft furnace, and sacrifice the sword."

His words were light, but had a certain serious meaning.

Ji Mo was stunned: "Sacrificing, offering swords? People? Live sacrifices? No, this won't work. They are all living people. How could it be possible to sacrifice swords? I heard from Mr. Zhao that cattle and sheep are used for sacrifices. I'll go find them." Cattle and sheep come, so it should be fine."

It's too cruel, throwing people into the fire, the metal solution that came out like this, Ji Mo felt that he didn't dare to use it.

Master Kong's eyes were stern, and when he looked at Ji Mo, there was a trace of persecution hidden: "This is not a matter of soft-heartedness. The famous sword will startle the ghosts and gods. If no one sacrifices, how can the ghosts and gods be appeased? This is the rule. You are too young to forge swords, and I didn’t teach you this step, but now that I have taught you, you should know that the rules cannot be changed.”

[Main task: Swordsmith. 】

[Current task: professional knowledge learning - (90/100)]

The silently increased professional knowledge let Ji Mo know that what Master Kong said is correct, so, is there really ghosts and gods in this world, or for some other reason, can it really not be replaced by cattle and sheep?

It’s time for the release to come out, so there’s no delay, but Ji Mo couldn’t make a decision. The tip of his nose was already sweating, and beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. Unexpectedly, he looked at Master Kong, and then at those sword slaves, they were all real people!

He gritted his teeth, even though the professional knowledge has proved what Master Kong said is true, but if every famous sword has such a life behind it, then, then, then he...

He can't say he won't do tasks, he can't say he won't learn, he doesn't plan to die in this world, he still wants to go back, people in this world, to him, are real people, even if he and these sword slaves are all No friendship, but they are human too!

If you are a human, you shouldn't...

"Master, I-"

Ji Mo opened his mouth with difficulty, only feeling bitter in his mouth, as a person who traveled from a civilized society, he could not approve of such a barbaric superstitious approach, he——

There was a muffled sound of "Plop", Ji Mo, who was looking at Master Kong standing at the door, looked back, the direction of the sound came from the shaft furnace, on the ladder, Baishi stood there, and Ji Mo's eyes watched him, directly on the ground. The platform on the ladder knelt down, bowed and kowtowed, without saying a word.

Ji Mo's gaze quickly shifted to several sword slaves, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven—seven, only seven, originally besides Baishi, there were eight other sword slaves, only seven Yes, where did that one go?

His eyes turned to the shaft furnace again. Standing below, he couldn't see the scene inside the shaft furnace. In the silence without a scream, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of the flame when it was burning. Are you laughing?

His eyes were dull for a moment, Master Kong took a step forward from behind, and patted him on the shoulder, "The sacrificial sword has been completed, let's continue to the next step, it can be injected into the sword model."

... Is it - is it done?

Ji Mo turned his head to look at Master Kong, his eyes were stung with pain, tears welled up all at once, he raised his hand to wipe it away, quickly lowered his head, and continued to the next step, drawing out the metal solution in the furnace and pouring it into the sword fan.

The half-full crimson liquid that was injected into the groove before was quickly impacted by the subsequent metal solution, and was quickly covered before it dispersed. Ji Mo watched quietly, the beautiful color was as imagined, but There seemed to be a touch of blood, an awe-inspiring blood.

He didn't even know who threw himself into the shaft, or that he—

There was no problem with the following steps. While waiting for the cooling down, the atmosphere in the entire sword casting room was dead silent. It wasn't until Ji Mo stood on the small table behind him that he picked up the hammer and began to jingle it. Then there was some active air.

Baishi didn't know when he got down from the ladder, quietly watching the fire from the side, blowing the wind from time to time, silently exerting his strength.

Ji Mo didn't speak, and neither did he. Master Kong, who was about to say something, closed his slightly opened mouth when he saw this, and poured a cup of herbal tea into his throat. I can accept it. This child has never seen the cruelty outside, and his heart is too soft. It is always uncomfortable to be like this now.

The maid brought the food to the sword casting room, because Master Kong was also there. These days, they all ate together and sat at the same table. Looking at the food, Ji Mo didn't move his chopsticks for a long time. It was Master Kong who gave it to him first. He took a chopstick and put the dish into the bowl, "Let's eat, the rest will be hard work."

Ji Mo's current strength is still too weak, and there is not much repair work that can be completed in a day. Fortunately, sword casting itself is not a matter of efficiency. up.

He raised his hand to grab the chopsticks, his hands trembled unconsciously, he swung the hammer too hard, the feeling of numbness was still there, he lowered his head, pulled the chopsticks into his mouth by the side of the bowl, and chewed. I have known for a long time that there are still countries where people are buried, can they count on human rights?

He doesn't want to accept this result, but what can he do?

After eating, Ji Mo put down the bowls and chopsticks, and looked up at Master Kong. He looked at Master Kong at this time, with a firm gaze and a bit of determination: "I don't believe that only human sacrifices can make famous swords, cattle and sheep It is definitely possible, next time, I will prepare cattle and sheep, and I will try it, even if I use cattle and sheep to sacrifice swords, I can still forge famous swords!"

Master Kong didn't understand half of it, but frowned at his stubbornness: "The greatest use of a sword slave is to sacrifice the sword. If you do this, if you offend ghosts and gods—"

"If there were ghosts and gods, they would not see people like this."

Ji Mo interrupted Master Kong, he had never been so rude, his attitude was decisive and fierce.

Seeing him stubbornly refusing to admit it, Master Kong felt both angry and amused: "Do you think you can change who you are? This is part of the sword-making technique passed down from generation to generation. If not, how can we forge famous swords..."

"I don't know what the first person who made a sword thought, but since he can be the first, I can also be the first person to change this rule!"

The loud words were not passionate, and Ji Mo understood that what he wanted to fight was the cruelty behind the rules, but what he could do and guarantee was to change from himself, and he couldn't control others.

There seems to be a trace of sadness in the eyes, this ignorant ancient times.