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It took a long time to prepare everything.

After eating a few fruits for breakfast, he began to choose the best quality bronze blocks from the shed before, put them in a container and put them into a kiln.

The charcoal was accumulated before the fuel was used. Because the charcoal pond was waterproofed, they were still dry during the days when they went down the mountain, colliding with each other, making a clicking sound, which was very pleasant.

More air can bring more intense firepower. In order to increase the wind, Fangchang also made blowing equipment and installed it on the kiln.

This blower device is called: bellows.

Thanks to the bronze saws, bronze planes, bronze axes and other tools he made before going down the mountain, the square length has increased its ability to process wood. Relying on these new tools, he has the ability to process wooden boards, dig holes on them, and has the ability to process mortise and tenon...

Therefore, it took less time. A rectangular bellows with a handle bellows were installed next to the kiln. In the whole process, except for the broken parts, there were no technical problems encountered.

The bellows have high pressure, strong and continuous air force, and are much better than fans and blow pipes.

Its structure is also very simple. The main body is a large piston made of wooden boards, connected to the outside by a handle, for pushing and pulling. Both ends of the piston have one-way air inlets and one-way air outlets made of movable wooden boards, and are then connected to the main air outlet by air duct.

In this way, whether it is pushing or pulling, it will inhale and blow air at the same time, thereby providing continuous airflow and high efficiency.

The entire structure is very simple, without a single nail.

Accuracy is not a problem either, and some gaps do not affect its work.

There is an old saying that "between heaven and earth, is it like the twelve (two tones) and twelve (four tones)? It is empty and unyielding, and moves and becomes more and more out." This twelve is the predecessor of the bellows. In a way, the bellows are also good objects that are in line with the principles of heaven and earth.

But Fang Chang only planned to use it to blow the wind.

And at present, only the kiln can be used - he cooks with a cauldron in the kitchen, and there is no stove.

The sword molds are made by Fangchang, and they are also carefully roasted and cooked without any moisture. They hold out the pottery jar with boiling copper juice from the furnace with both hands, and Fangchang carefully pours the copper juice into the loess pan.

In Lingjue, as the model of sifting fine loess, the copper juice gradually cooled down and solidified, and a bronze sword gradually took shape.

It seems that because the casting is on this inspirational Xianqi Cliff, the materials are also placed on the Xianqi Cliff for a long time, or the concentration of energy during the casting process may be just a pure accident...

——There is spirituality in this sword that arises!

"Hey, this is good."

Feeling the lively meaning of Fan Zhongling Sword, Fang Chang laughed secretly.

The flames in the kiln next to it are still strong, and here the spiritual sword in the Fanzhong is slowly getting cooler, while the spirituality in the Fanzhong sword is getting stronger and stronger.

“Eh?”

Fang Chang was suddenly surprised because in the spiritual sense, the spirituality on the sword suddenly became disordered. If he allowed it to continue, he would probably only get an ordinary sword after it completely cooled down.

Without hesitation, he twisted his hands to cast spells.

“Duh!”

With a beep, the cast bronze sword blank broke out of the mold without waiting for the removal of the pattern, and rushed into the air with the splashing model fragments. Then, a parabola was drawn in the sky and flew towards the north of the open space.

"Plop!"

"Si..."

The sword fell into the source of Huanhua Creek, not far from the back mountain, and made a sound in the nameless spring water, and then sank at the bottom of the spring.

Fang Chang walked over slowly.

He walked the road to Quanyan many times, especially after that mountain torrent, Huanhua Creek was invaded by floods and was turbid and unusable. He had been here for a long time.

When I came closer, I saw the spring water clear and the bottom was clear, and a golden bronze spirit sword was lying quietly at the bottom of the water.

Due to the precision of the mold and the mold design, its surface is still rough, single color, not smooth, and there is no pattern cast on it. However, the sword's lines are smooth, thick and steady, and in the eyes of the square, there is a light of inspiration lingering on it, which is very popular.

He smiled at Lingjian:

"Come out!"

Then he waved his hand into the spring water, and the sword jumped from quiet to moving, into Fang Chang's hand, and continued to calm down.

Fang Chang looked at it, and the unblack sword blank was spiritually restrained, calm and heavy. He waved it gently again, felt the center of gravity, and praised:

"Good sword!"

The sword in his hand made a gentle sound.

Then, Fang Chang looked at the nameless spring and said happily: "Since you helped me get this spiritual sword, then from now on, I will call you 'Ling Jianquan'."

After saying that, he waved the sword without a sharp edge in his hand, and on the surface of the flat stone beside the spring, he squirted the three words "Ling Jianquan" correctly, took two steps back and admired it, and returned with the sword intent.

…………

This scene was seen by the foolish eagle on the tall tree in the distance.

It seemed as if it was the first time since birth, it only noticed that the person not far away seemed to be one with the cliff and the mountain behind it, solid and wide.

The sword that flew over from the sky and was refined from the kiln made the carving feel a huge threat. When it was seen, it was as if the sharp blade was swaying to the neck.

At this time, Na Diao was truly convinced and accepted that he was just a guest.

Moreover, the bird, which almost never uses brains, officially began to think about whether to move, a major and potentially fatal question.

Back in the open space in front of his house, Fang Chang put out the kiln, put the tools in hand, put the unused charcoal back into the charcoal pond in the shed, then removed the bellows and put them back into the shed, then cleaned the ashes of the furnace and cleaned the open space.

He picked up the spiritual sword again and walked to Huanhua Creek.

This is the original location of Huanhua Creek, not the tributary flowing through the open space above the cliff. It is covered with stones. He chose a delicate piece, took out the spiritual sword in his arms, and sharpened it.

The sound of polishing metal resounded through the open space and did not gradually fade until the next morning.

The harsh sound made the birds and beasts around him scare away, and the monkeys couldn't sleep.

After the blade was opened, Fangchang took out the bark and animal skin rope, and also chose some good rattans from the cliff edge.

He wrapped the sword stem with a rattan, used tree bark as a scabbard, and animal skin as a strap. He tried it with a square length on his back, which was very good. For a person who was extremely powerful, it had no weight.

From then on, I also had a protective weapon. When encountering difficulties and obstacles, I can break it with one sword!

Fang Chang is preparing to take him with him for some time in the future, whether it is practicing, hunting, or even wandering in the mountains, sleeping with him.
Chapter completed!