Chapter 29: Practice more food
“Wow, it’s you, stinky brother!”
Mu Xi pointed at Qiangu Qitian with a fleshy finger.
Qiangu Qitian was a little funny when he heard what Mu Xi called him.
“I am the smelly brother, are you the fragrant sister?”
"Of course, of course I am Sister Xiang."
The little blond loli raised her head like a proud little swan, with the two golden ponytails swaying behind her.
"Hahaha, my sweet baby, have you practiced forging well recently?"
Zhenhua pinched Mu Xi's straight nose and asked jokingly with a smile.
"Hehe, of course." When it came to forging, Mu Xi became a little excited, "I can now swing eighteen hammers in each hand!"
Ever since she was born, Mu Xi's favorite thing was watching her father, Mu Chen, forge.
When Mu Xi was five years old, she would hold a pair of special small forging hammers and imitate her father's movements, hitting a piece of iron that was not much bigger than her palm again and again.
On the first day, Mu Chen discovered Mu Xi who was secretly imitating him in the room.
But he just thought it was just a play between children.
As an eighth-level blacksmith, he knows very well how difficult the journey of forging is. Many people without talent are doing nothing, and some even end up with lifelong disabilities.
He didn't want his daughter to suffer like this.
But Mu Xi’s persistence day after day finally moved him. On Mu Xi’s seventh birthday, last year, Mu Chen began to formally teach Mu Xi the real forging.
Mu Xi not only inherited her father’s Yaoyang Martial Spirit, but also seemed to have inherited his father’s talent for forging.
After a year of systematic study, Mu Xi has officially started to forge.
Zhen Hua touched Mu Xi's head and praised him without hesitation: "As expected of baby Mu Xi, what a little genius."
After being praised by a master craftsman, Mu Xi seemed to feel that she was a little forging genius. She looked at Qiangu Qitian with some pride and said, "Hey, little brother, I'm pretty good. Do you want me to teach you how to forge in the future?" .”
Qiangu Qitian looked at the arrogant little Lolita and said perfunctorily: "Wow, sister, you are so great, I admire you so much!"
But he thought in his heart : Such a cute little kid will definitely cry for a long time after being punched.
"Hey, hey, you are too perfunctory."
Mu Xi curled her mouth and said a little dissatisfied.
Zhenhua was ashamed, so he smoothed things over and said, "Okay, okay, people have already said that you are great."
This was done to prevent his baby Mu Xi from crying when she knew the truth.
Mu Xi got down from Zhenhua’s arms unsteadily, refusing to admit defeat as if she wanted to prove something: "Uncle, can I borrow your forging platform?"
"Uh... …”
After thinking for a while, Zhenhua nodded, “Of course”
He felt that if Mu Xi wanted to go further on the road of forging, she must temper her temper.
Forging is about not being arrogant or impatient, and of course it also requires confidence.
Mu Xi's current self-confidence makes her a little impatient.
Mu Chen felt that Mu Xi was becoming a little lawless, and just as he was about to speak out to stop him, the voice of Qiangu Dieting rang in his mind: "Let them resolve the matters between the juniors themselves."
Mu Chen glanced at Qiangu Dieting in shock. The latter had no expression on his face. He just stood there and looked at Qiangu Qitian's position quietly.
"Is this...Ultimate Douluo..."
Mu Chen sighed in his heart. This voice that sounded directly in his mind was by no means a simple forced sound, but a transmission on a spiritual level.
"Uncle, I want to forge tungsten steel."
Mu Xi took out two small forging hammers from her storage bracelet.
The small size is naturally compared to the forging hammer used by Zhenhua. For Mu Xi, who is only eight years old now, it is already her limit. Zhenhua took out a piece of tungsten steel with the best quality from the cabinet and put it into the furnace that was still burning to heat it.
While heating, Mu Xi had already thought about how she would gain the praise of her uncle and the admiration of her bratty younger brother with her superb forging skills.
Not long after, the red-hot tungsten steel was placed in front of Mu Xi.
At this time, Mu Xi’s eyes also became serious.
She really loves forging, no matter how frivolous she usually is, once she stands in front of the forging table and holds the forging hammer, she will become extremely focused.
Perhaps this is also a talent.
"Dang~"
Mu Xi hit it with a hammer. The forging hammer collided with the tungsten steel, and her arm was also paralyzed by the shock.
But she bit her eyes, remained focused, and swung the forging hammer in her other hand.
“Dang, Dang, Dang~”
Mu Xi's hands alternately hit the tungsten steel in front of her. When the thirty-ninth hammer fell, Mu Xi's forehead was already covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of broken hair stuck to her forehead. .
The thirty-ninth hammer!
Even though she was exhausted physically and mentally, Mu Xi's eyes were still bright and her heart was still cheering.
She broke through again!
In a few years, she will definitely be promoted to a first-level blacksmith!
At this time, the office door opened again, and a staff member walked in holding a plate.
On the plate, there is only a simple wooden box.
Seeing someone coming, Mu Xi did not speak loudly, but whispered to Qiangu Qitian beside him: "Smelly brother, I must be awesome."
Qiangu Qitian did not The answer was just a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.
Mu Xi frowned slightly, her beautiful nose wrinkled together.
"Come on, Xiaotian."
Zhenhua waved towards Qiangu Qitian, motioning for him to come over.
Qiangu Qitian ignored Mu Xi’s dissatisfaction, because the little loli was going to cry later.
Qiangu Qitian walked to Zhenhua, and Zhenhua opened the box sent by the staff.
Inside, a badge lies quietly.
The badge is made of copper, with a raised hammer pattern on it, and three stars inlaid below the hammer.
The hammer pattern represents the blacksmith, and the three stars correspond to the third level.
In the badge system of the Blacksmiths Association, levels one to three wear copper badges, levels four to six wear silver badges, levels seven to eight wear gold, and level nine symbolizes the divine craftsman. , made of platinum.
Inside each badge, there is a special soul guidance array that can be engraved with the blacksmith's basic information. This is why it took so long to prepare.
When Zhenhua put the badge symbolizing the third-level blacksmith on the left chest of Qiangu Qitian.
The faces of Mu Chen, Mu Xi, and Yuan Baoer, a family of three, were all filled with disbelief.
Seven years old, third-level blacksmith?
Mu Chen felt that the world was crazy. How did these two words appear in one person at the same time?
Mu Xi looked at the badge on Qiangu Qitian's chest that glowed with metallic luster under the light, and she felt that the world had turned gray.
Recalling Qiangu Qitian's previous praise and her own arrogance, Mu Xi felt her head was a little dizzy and a little hot.
At this time, Qiangu Qitian walked up to her, stretched out his hands and said, "If you want to cook, practice more."
This sentence was like the straw that broke the camel's back.
Mu Xi screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.
(End of this chapter)