Chapter 21 Holy Craftsman Pan Heng
The uncle cupped his fists and saluted Leng Yaozhu: "I have met the deputy tower master."
The other blacksmiths also saluted.
Leng Yaozhu’s identity and status in the Spirit Transferring Pagoda need no introduction. She is like a dazzling pearl with both strength and beauty.
Leng Yaozhu put Qiangu Qitian down and said with a smile:
"Pan Heng, get up."
Pan Heng is the name of the blacksmith in front of you.
He is also the only seventh-level holy craftsman in the Spirit Transferring Tower who is qualified to challenge the eighth-level blacksmith.
The forging that Pan Heng just performed is a skill that must be mastered to upgrade from level seven to level eight.
The criterion for determining whether it is an eighth-level forging is whether one can integrate one's own talent into the metal. While giving life and spirituality, it also gives talent to the metal.
Just now, Pan Heng's first two steps were successful, but when it came to bestowing talents, the metal could not withstand the power given by his martial spirit, causing the metal to die and his spirituality to dissipate, thus failing.
This is also a step that most seventh-level saint craftsmen find difficult to take.
"I wonder who this is?"
After Pan Heng saluted, his eyes stayed on Qiangu Qitian, just like a crazy man staring at a good family, looking at Qiangu Qitian for a long time. Qi Tian was a little hairy.
When the other party asked, Qiangu Qitian was not afraid of strangers: "Hello, Grandpa Pan, my name is Qiangu Qitian."
grandfather?
Pan Heng touched his head, as if he remembered something, and smiled bitterly.
Leng Yaozhu gently knocked on Qiangu Qitian's head, dumbfounded: "Pan Heng is only fifty-three years old this year, how can he become a grandfather?"
Qiangu Qitian is a bit embarrassing. Da Ya is confused, no, uncle, you, you said you are only fifty-three years old? Isn't it said that a higher level soul master can freeze his face?
Or, being a blacksmith will cause you to age prematurely?
Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is indeed the case.
Forging is the profession that consumes the most energy and blood, which is why there are so few high-level blacksmiths.
After all, a high-level blacksmith must also be a powerful soul master, and training also requires a strong body and blood.
Without a strong talent for martial arts cultivation, it is almost impossible to become a powerful blacksmith.
In the original work, Tang Wulin’s first blacksmithing teacher, the blacksmith level was also limited by his lack of martial soul talent, making it difficult to advance.
"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay, I really don't look too young anymore."
Pan Heng didn't care what Qiangu Qitian called him and smiled.
And, more importantly, Qiangu Qitian’s surname is Qiangu, and he is still Qiangu with Deputy Tower Master Leng.
What does this mean?
It means that the two strongest families in Chuanling Pagoda are closely connected with the child who looks like he is only six years old.
"Kid, how did you know that my forging failed just now?"
Pan Heng squatted down and looked straight at Qiangu Qitian.
Qiangu Qitian explained: "Just now, the uncle did not control the changes in temperature and strength when activating the spirituality of that piece of metal. Although the spirituality was also activated, it was not a perfect piece of metal and could not withstand it. The martial soul power injected by the uncle.”
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Everyone was surprised at how Qiangu Qitian knew so much in detail.
In front of these blacksmiths, Qiangu Qitian has no intention of hiding his clumsiness.
The seventh-level blacksmith Pan Heng in front of him is a very suitable candidate for the entry-level forging master.
"You...how did you do it? Also, have you ever tried exercise?"
Pan Heng was a little surprised.
Qiangu Qitian shook his head: "No, as for how to do it?"
Qiangu Qitian pointed to his eyes, "I can see it."
Pan Heng was speechless. He forged it when he was seven years old, and now he is forty-six years old. He only had a vague sense of metal when forging it.
It’s not like he hasn’t heard of geniuses who are blacksmiths who can keenly perceive the state of metal during forging, but he has never heard of anyone who has never been exposed to the profession of forging. Sometimes, you can do this with just your eyes.
Genius, a well-deserved genius!
Pan Heng quickly made an evaluation in his mind.
His expression became extremely solemn:
"Little brother, are you willing to learn blacksmithing? I am willing to be your leader."
Hearing Pan Heng's request After accepting a disciple, the faces of the other blacksmiths showed shock.
They had been getting along with Pan Heng day and night, so they naturally knew what kind of person he was.
To use a bad adjective, he is crazy.
A pure forging madman.
He spends more than three hundred and fifty days in the forging room a year. It is not an exaggeration to say that he regards the forging room as his home.
Moreover, in order to break through from level seven to level eight, he has been in seclusion in this forging room for five consecutive months.
Qiangu Qitian was lucky enough to see the forging of the Saint Craftsman as soon as he arrived.
He was not interested in anything, the only thing he cared about was forging and the soul power training necessary for forging.
Pan Heng has never done such a laborious thing as recruiting disciples.
Once upon a time, Qiangu Zhangting, the direct grandson of the current tower owner Qiangu Dongfeng, also wanted to learn blacksmithing and became his master, but he directly rejected him.
The reason is that I can’t be a master.
Qiangu Qitian never expected that it would go so smoothly, and couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, do you believe me so much? Aren't you afraid that I will talk nonsense?"
"Hahaha!" Pan Heng laughed and patted Qiangu Qitian's shoulder with his broad palm, "Good boy, even if you lie to me, I will admit it!"
"Okay, uncle, I I promise you. But uncle, can you let me try?"
Qiangu Qitian blinked and asked.
He wanted to try what forging felt like.
Seeing that Pan Heng didn't speak, he had to act coquettishly and said: "Okay, master~"
...
Five minutes later, Qiangu Qitian stood in front of a miniature forging bench. Next to him, the forging teacher he had just recognized was taking out a piece of red-hot stone from the furnace next to him. Metal.
"This piece of metal is called cloud iron. It is soft in texture, highly ductile, and has a low strength level. It is very suitable as an entry metal for the first forging."
The cloud iron Placed in front of and behind Qiangu Qitian, Pan Heng continued,
“It’s your first time contacting forging. You don’t have to care about the result. You just need to keep hitting the piece of metal in front of you with the hammer in your hand. .”
In Qiangu Qitian's hand, he held a forging hammer that was larger than his fist. The hammer had a square head and weighed about seven or eight kilograms. The black surface of the hammer had a faint metallic sheen.
At this time, he and Pan Heng were the only two people in the forging room, and on one side separated only by a layer of glass, Leng Yaozhu and the other observing blacksmiths were looking at Qiangu Qitian.
They all want to see what this talented young man can do.
Leng Yaozhu knew Qiangu Qitian’s martial spirit and his elemental power, and he had some small expectations in his heart.
After all, the apprentice is very talented, and she also has a sense of accomplishment as a teacher.
In the forging room, Qiangu Qitian looked at Yun Tie in front of him, took a deep breath, and raised the forging hammer in his hand.
(End of this chapter)