Soon, the two disciples pulled the bellows, and the fire rose up, showing a light blue color.
Nie Fangsheng held an iron hammer in one hand and fine iron in the other, and while talking about forging, he explained in detail the casting techniques.
With the sound of clinking, a long sword gradually appeared in his hand. The shape was beautiful yet sharp. Although it had not been fully cast, it had already released a strong murderous intent.
The young disciples in front of them also exclaimed in amazement from time to time, and were extremely impressed by Nie Fangsheng's sword-making skills.
Not only them, even Mu Hanyan was fascinated. It turned out that this was the real sword-making technique. The technique and craftsmanship were simply amazing.
Compared with Nie Fangsheng's sword-making skills, her previous sword-making skills were purely blacksmithing. Oh no, calling it blacksmithing would be an insult to the blacksmith.
Nie Fangsheng quickly completed the sword-forging and bone-tempering steps and began the subsequent sharpening and mind-reinforcing steps. Fearing that everyone would struggle to grasp so much at once, he didn't explain these two steps in detail.
Of course, it is impossible to slowly sharpen a mass-produced military sword like this over a period of ten years, and it is even more impossible to slowly sharpen it in the Cloud Washing Sword Pool. The so-called nourishing the spirit refers only to the spirit of the killing weapon, not to the cultivation of spiritual thoughts.
However, thanks to the exquisite casting technique, the moment the Blood and Gallbladder Sword was cast, it still emitted a clear and pleasant vibrating sound, which made people feel a thrill.
"What a great sword!" All the disciples exclaimed in unison.
Mu Hanyan was no exception. After seeing such sword-making skills, she finally understood that there are always people better than you. No wonder Nie Fangsheng was known as the number one sword-making master in Longyan College. His skills were indeed amazing.
"Bang!" Just when everyone was sighing with emotion, Nie Fangsheng suddenly smashed the hammer in his hand and looked at the crowd with an angry face.
Everyone was shocked. Could it be that they had just sighed involuntarily, disturbing Master Nie's sword-forging and making him angry?
Looking at Nie Fangsheng with an angry face, the disciples below were filled with awe and didn't even dare to breathe.
"Mu Hanyan, you look down on my sword-making skills!" Just when they were feeling uneasy, Nie Fangsheng suddenly asked angrily.
"Me?" Mu Hanyan frowned.
She had been concentrating on watching Nie Fangsheng forge the sword, and she didn't even say a word when others couldn't help but sigh. Now she is saying that she looks down on Nie Fangsheng's sword-making skills?
Haha, are you here again? Mu Hanyan sneered inwardly. This Nie Fangsheng really wasn't so clear about public and private matters. He was going to vent his anger on Qiu Yongsheng's behalf.
"I've taken the trouble to teach you the sword-making method, but you're so fickle. It's obvious that you don't take my sword-making skills seriously. If you don't want to learn, get out!" Nie Fangsheng cursed.
"Master Nie, I was clearly concentrating on watching you forge the sword and learning the art of swordmaking, but you insisted on saying that I was indecisive." Mu Hanyan's eyes turned cold. "What is the reason for you saying this?" Mu Hanyan's tone was somewhat meaningful.
She didn't really need to learn swordsmithing. If Nie Fangsheng was insistent on giving her a hard time, she could simply refuse. But being slandered for no reason and expelled from the Swordsmith Hall was something Mu Hanyan couldn't accept. She was no pushover. She had only come to the academy to keep a low profile and study hard, so why did someone always come to challenge her? It would be fine if the challenge succeeded, but every time they did, they failed. Why did these people still persist? So what if Nie Fangsheng was her mentor? She had never feared anyone!
"Well, you said you were concentrating on learning the art of sword-making. I just used twelve techniques to cast the mold and strengthen the bones. Can you tell me what these twelve techniques are and what are the tricks?" Nie Fangsheng smiled coldly and continued.
Everyone looked at Mu Hanyan, either with pity, sympathy, or gloating.
If they were a little confused when Nie Fangsheng scolded Mu Hanyan just now, now even a fool could see that he was deliberately making things difficult for Mu Hanyan.
They were just fascinated by Nie Fangsheng's sword-making skills and had no time to admire them, so how could they be distracted to remember his twelve techniques? Not to mention the tricks, they couldn't even remember the twelve techniques clearly.
They are all like this, so Mu Hanyan is no exception.
And those disciples who had been in the academy for many years secretly shook their heads. As far as they knew, when Nie Fangsheng taught the art of sword-making, he usually only taught one step at a time, with no more than six techniques. But today, he forged a blood-and-bile sword in one breath, and taught two steps with a total of twelve techniques.
At first they thought he was intentionally showing off his skills in front of the new disciples to establish his authority, but now they realized that he was deliberately looking for an opportunity to make things difficult for Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan naturally thought of this as well. She felt a little emotional. Who says strong bodies mean simple minds? This big black guy has such strong bodies, but he's definitely scheming too. He'd put a lot of thought into setting a trap for her.
The other disciples all sighed secretly: This Mu Hanyan is really pitiful. She could have offended anyone else, but she actually offended the Qiu family. It’s only the second day since she officially entered the hospital, and she is about to be kicked out of the Sword Forging Hall.
Tan Yu and others also looked gloomy and sighed in their hearts. Alas, they didn't expect Nie Fangsheng to be so despicable. Now that the master has fallen into his hands this time, he will definitely be driven out.
"The casting method is to melt iron, crush gold, flow silver, hit the top, cast the blade, and cast the handle. The techniques and tricks are..." Just when everyone was secretly sighing for Mu Hanyan, Mu Han suddenly spoke.
The six methods of casting and the six methods of strengthening bones were all recited by her, word for word.
Everyone was stunned. Even Nie Fangsheng himself had his mouth open, unable to utter a word for a long time.
How is this possible? You have to know that he only said it once, and at a very fast speed. He also read it carefully. Mu Hanyan was concentrating on his sword-making skills, and there was a leisurely and fascinated look in her eyes. How could she be distracted and remember every word he said?
Looking back on the time when I was learning sword-making, I had to listen to my master’s detailed explanation three times before I could remember it by heart. Even so, my master praised me as a sword-making genius that is rare in a century.
Mu Hanyan listened to it once and remembered it in her heart. How did he do it?
"Master Nie, I should be remembering correctly, right?" Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and said to Nie Fangsheng.
In fact, just now, even she herself thought that she was going to be tricked by Nie Fangsheng this time. When she was about to repeat the sword-making method she remembered, Xing Huan Qianji's voice suddenly rang in her mind: "The casting method, melt iron, crush gold, flow silver, strike the top, cast the blade, cast the handle..."
"You only listened to it once and you remembered it all?" Mu Hanyan was surprised at the time and was full of admiration for Xinghuan Qianji's superhuman memory.
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