"While you are young, it is a great thing to have the opportunity to become an apprentice in a blacksmith and learn a skill."

There was envy in Mu Xing's tone. He drank a glass of wine and the maid next to him filled it with a smile. He continued: "The cultivation skills such as talismans, utensils, elixirs, formations, etc. are all the result of piles of spiritual stones. Let's part ways."

If Xiu wants to learn the basics of one of these subjects, becoming an apprentice in a shop is a way to save money. From now on, he can settle down and make a living wherever he goes."

He imparts experience as a person who has been through it.

The conditions for being an apprentice are harsh, the income is meager, and the early stage is very hard.

Back then, he had an opportunity to learn how to make talismans, but he gave up because of his shallow eyes. Occasionally, he regretted it when he thought about it.

Chen Mou echoed repeatedly, not squinting, sniffing the fragrance coming from the woman next to him, and just drinking and eating meat.

Mu Xing was a good drinker, and he didn't want to use his energy to eliminate the drunkenness in his head. He tilted his head back and enjoyed the comfort of the soft pillow. He talked endlessly about how to survive in the market and the tips of major shops.

Secrets and more.

After drinking until late at night, Chen Mou took his leave and returned to his deserted courtyard five or six miles away.

Accompanied by the sound of chirping insects, I am alone.

Wash your face with cold water, walk slowly in the yard to regulate your breathing, and slowly eliminate the restlessness of spring in your heart.

He discovered that there are benefits to being without money. It can cure random thoughts and keep one's mind pure.

Because it’s useless even thinking about it.

He took out the Cangbi ancient jade from his arms and rubbed it, waiting for his cultivation to become more advanced before he tried again. With hope and goals, he could afford to wait, otherwise he would drain all his energy on the Cangbi ancient jade every day and become pale.

It looks good, but gives people a bad impression of excessive indulgence, which damages his reputation.

The next morning.

Chen Mou arrived at the Forging Pavilion shop on time, said hello to the three shop assistants who were wiping the utensils, and then saluted and said hello to the smiling shopkeeper Hong. Isn't it strange that there are so many people?

Walking through the hall and into the backyard, breathing in the fresh air of the back garden, my steps are brisk, and I feel as fresh as if I had just entered the society to work.

When we rushed to the yard of the forging house, the fat black man Xue Biao had already arrived early and was cleaning the courtyard floor with a broom.

The two simply greeted each other without saying much.

Chen Mou found a dry rag and pretended to wipe the tables, chairs and other items that were actually very clean in the main room. No one was assigned to them, so he had to find something to do. Otherwise, he would be idle like an uncle, or he would be caught by Master Zhong later.

Like words.

I had just finished wiping the four table legs diligently when I heard the fat black man’s enthusiastic greeting coming from the yard:

"Greetings to Senior Brother Wan!"

Chen Mou curled his lips slightly, fat flatterer, you have to be careful about this kind of person.

He put down the rag, turned around and walked out of the main room in a few steps. When he got under the eaves, a smile spread across his face. He held his hands in one breath and saluted with more enthusiasm than the fat black man.

It seems like no one would ever fawn over a senior brother.

Wan Lin responded one by one with a smile, called both of them into the West House forging room, and ordered Xue Biao to clean the stove, check the bellows, prepare to use charcoal to light a fire, and add charcoal to increase the firepower later.

He took out a set of brand-new shorts and leather apron from the cabinet under the table and handed them to Chen Mou.

"Junior Brother Chen, from now on, you can wear these clothes in the blacksmithing room for easier work. You can change clothes next door. There is a cabinet marked with the word 'two'. You can use it to store your personal belongings. Please keep the key."

"Thank you for your trouble, brother, I will change it right away..."

Chen Mou took the clothes, leather apron and keys and said sincerely.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, which was indeed incompatible with the pitch-black forge. With Wan Lin and Xue Biao as a backdrop, he looked like Master Chen, standing out from the crowd.

"No need, Chen Mou went with me to the east room to learn drawing in the morning, and then went to the blacksmithing room to work in the afternoon."

Master Zhong's rich voice came from outside.

The three apprentices hurriedly put down their things and saluted Master Zhong as he walked in.

Under the eager gazes of the two men, Chen Mou bowed his hands apologetically, followed Master Zhong out of the door, walked along the corridor to the east room opposite the courtyard, and put his clothes and leather apron on the stool by the wall.

Zhong Jin opened the cabinet, took out a roll of drawings, spread them out on the desk, and taught Chen Mou the basics of drawing.

After explaining for about two-quarters of an hour, Zhong Jin asked the new apprentice to use a bamboo ink pen and practice according to what he had just taught. He did not teach the pen technique, so naturally he stood by and gave instructions in person.

Chen Mou used a bamboo ink pen dipped in burnt ink and used a wooden ruler to first determine the upper, lower, left and right positions, and then subdivided them one by one. He skillfully drew lines on the rice paper. He knew what Master Zhong wanted to see and drew a plan view step by step.

He chose a small bamboo pen and marked the words correspondingly. The writing was more elegant and straight than he used a brush.

He will not demonstrate his skills in rendering renderings using perspective for the time being.

There is a long way to go, and you can’t show your heartfelt kindness just because others give you a good look. That is childish and immature.

Zhong Jin looked kind and pointed out a few fallacies. He also took out a few rolls of sword drawings and asked Chen Mou to continue practicing. He walked out of the room.

Listening to the "ding-ding-dong" sound coming from the opposite side, Chen Mou drew pictures slowly and took note of these common sword styles. The sizes marked on them were all summarized by predecessors after countless selections.

Accumulation of experience.

This is exactly what he needs to learn from.

Xue Biao was scolded by Master Zhong again, and the sound was so loud that it could be heard in the east room.

Chen Mou twitched the corner of his mouth, saying that people with different fates have different fates. His apprentice and that fat apprentice are treated very differently.

He felt that a strict master produced a good disciple, and Master Zhong was doing it for Xue Biao's good, so he could be more strict.

For some reason, when they met this morning, he felt a touch of hostility and rejection from Xue Biao. Yesterday they were chatting happily, like a loving family, but things had changed in just one night. Why did the workers get involved and target the workers?

A fulfilling morning passed quickly. A waiter brought a food box, but Master Zhong had left at some point.

Wan Lin invited his juniors who were studying in the east room to have a meal in the west room.

The portion of food is very large, including fish, meat and vegetables. The variety is much richer than what Chen Mou cooks at home. It tastes very good. It is a free lunch. Chen Mou’s stomach is full after eating it. He sighs in the bottom of his heart that the apprentice’s treatment is really good.

OK.

Senior Brother Wan Lin arranged for Xue Biao to be busy with the chores of cleaning up the aftermath.

The two men were leaning on their chairs, eating, drinking tea and chatting. I heard from Wan Lin that Master Zhong rarely ate in the forging room.

Going to work in the afternoon, Chen Mou put on coarse cloth shorts, tied on a leather apron, and sorted out the various large and small hammers scattered in the forging room. Among them were several inconspicuous long hammers, as big as the mouth of a bowl, weighing at least more than a hundred pounds. There was one he

It is estimated to be about three hundred kilograms. If he hadn't reached the early stage of Qi refining, he still wouldn't be able to lift it.

I don’t know what kind of material it is forged from, it’s dark and dark.

Wan Lin explained to Chen Mou the uses of various tools in the forging room. Master Zhong was impatient to talk about these basic knowledge. The role of his senior brother was reflected, and of course he had to be willing to teach.

Master Zhong walked into the forging room and told Xue Biao to make the fire strong. He would personally teach Chen Mou the basic skills.

News came back at noon that Mr. Ma Er had seen the drawings. It is said that his eyes were shining and he was so excited that he kept saying "Okay, okay, very good, that's it." There was no counter-offer at all, not even the length and size of the sword.

Without asking, the order for five thousand spirit stones has been signed and taken effect, and forging can begin.

Zhong Jin is also looking forward to what the sword that Fang Que will jointly create with another foundation-building brother will look like?

As a designer of sword styles, in addition to rewards, he also has other additional benefits.

Senior Brother Fang told him that Mr. Ma Er only befriended masters who were not short of money and would definitely show off their unique swords, so that he could be prepared to face some strange and bizarre requirements.

Master Zhong feels that he can treat the pretty apprentice a little better.
Chapter completed!