The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 216: Dayan Hammer Technique, New Year's Snowy Night

"Okay, here we come."

Facing Mr. Nie's order, Zhang Jiuyang did not explain anything. Instead, he took off his shirt, revealing his equally strong and smooth muscles, and walked towards the bellows in a neat and tidy manner.

Seeing this scene, Nie Longquan showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This kid has an amazing physique, and looks much stronger than those guys just now.

Zhang Jiuyang put his hand on the wooden handle of the bellows, ready to pull it, but when he exerted a little force, he showed a look of surprise.

Good weight!

It felt like dragging a heavy train by force. The gears and tracks produced intense friction, and every movement felt like a thousand pounds of weight.

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why those strong and healthy young men were so tired and exhausted.

"Boy, my bellows is a treasure. The flames it produces are enough to melt meteorite. It's just a little heavy. Can you handle it?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and did not speak. Instead, he took a deep breath, and his blood rushed like a river, and the earthworm-like muscles in his arms intertwined.

Boom~
He pulled the heavy bellows with all his strength, and the secret text on it began to glow green, as if it was some kind of mysterious spell. Then, a howling gale was poured into the furnace beside him.

In an instant, the fire boiled and the heat wave surged.

There was a hint of surprise in Nie Longquan's eyes. What a boy with natural supernatural powers! This guy's foundation is so strong that it is amazing. He is no worse than that girl.

What surprised him even more was that Zhang Jiuyang pulled the bellows faster and faster, and the flames in the furnace suddenly burned fiercely, burning the originally black furnace red and hot.

"After every nine pulls, stop for a moment, or my sword-refining furnace will explode."

Nie Longquan was very satisfied with this young man, and even his voice became much gentler.

"it is good."

Zhang Jiuyang didn't say anything nonsense, but just continued to pull the bellows, strictly following Nie Longquan's instructions.

Nie Longquan also lowered his head and continued hammering the piece of steel.

For a moment, the snow furnace became quiet, with only the whistling sound of the bellows, the crackling sound of the burning fire, and the banging sound of the hammering of the fine steel, an inexplicable harmony.

After an unknown amount of time, when even Zhang Jiuyang felt a dull pain in his arms and was sweating all over, Nie Longquan finally put down the hammer in his hand and shook his arms.

"Boy, open the furnace door, be careful not to get burned."

He handed over a piece of black cloth and motioned Zhang Jiuyang to use it to pad his hands.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and reached out his hand to press the red-hot stove.

“Stop now—”

Nie Longquan's words came to an abrupt halt, because the white and slender hand pressing on the handle of the furnace door did not show any signs of burns, and the young man's expression was even more calm.

The furnace door opened, and the flames inside surged out, but as if they had spirituality, they automatically avoided Zhang Jiuyang's body.

"The fire is good, hot enough."

Zhang Jiuyang actually stretched out his hand and reached into the fire to feel the temperature, marveling at it.

Nie Longquan was so shocked that his jaw dropped.

"I wonder how Master Nie plans to forge this pair of swords?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the knife and sword in the furnace, his eyes flashing slightly.

As if it had sensed his gaze, the red jade sword actually made a clanging sound, as if in joy, and the sound was clearer than before.

Ghost-slaying sword!
The other sword is naturally Yue Ling's Dragon Sparrow Sword. This precious sword that was once broken by the hands of the Painted Skin Master seems to have been reborn from the ashes and reforged.

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood. No wonder Yue Ling came to him mysteriously to ask for the Ghost-Slaying Sword two days ago. It turned out that it was because Nie Longquan had returned, and she asked him to recast the sword and the knife specially.

"It seems that you are the owner of this sword, Zhang Jiuyang."

Nie Longquan understood instantly after hearing the sword chirping. He laughed out loud and said, "The original name of this sword is Taiyue. Like the Dragon Spear and Overlord Spear, they are all divine weapons forged by our Nie family ancestors for the God of War."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned. He didn't expect that the Taiyue Sword was originally forged by the ancestor of the Nie family.

"I modified Yue girl's Dragon Sparrow Sword, adding Fire Seal Secret Scripture and Phoenix Blood Purple Gold. Its power has been increased by who knows how many times. I really don't know what kind of dangerous battle would cause it to break."

The Dragon Sparrow Sword was his masterpiece. For a weapon refiner, he knew his own work best. The fact that the Dragon Sparrow Sword was broken showed that the situation was extremely dangerous at that time.

"Boy, what about you? Who helped you transform this demon-slaying sword?"

Zhang Jiuyang immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He privately processed the works of other people's ancestors, and the most important thing was that he did not have any ability to refine weapons. He relied purely on the magic spells of Tianshi Zhong Kui.

"Uh, I made it myself."

Although it was a bit embarrassing, Zhang Jiuyang still admitted it.

Nie Longquan didn't seem surprised, but smiled and said, "No wonder the sword is so crudely made, it looks like a child's scribble. The apprentices I have taught are much better than you."

Zhang Jiuyang coughed and lowered his head.

"but……"

Nie Longquan changed the subject and said, "The fire that tempered this sword and the spell that engraved it are extraordinary. They have laid a perfect sword embryo for it. It only needs a little polishing to show its unparalleled sharpness!"

"Boy, you are very talented."

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little ashamed. He knew his own business. He had no talent at all. It was purely because of the inheritance from the great god Zhong Kui that he gained so much.

Nie Longquan took out the knife and the sword, then covered them with the soft steel that he had tempered thousands of times. He picked up the hammer and continued to hammer, allowing the soft steel to seep into the sword little by little.

"Boy, you and Yue girl are in luck. I found a piece of high-quality meteorite iron under the sea of the East China Sea. I wanted to make a dragon-headed iron crutch to give to Yu Shuang, but Yu Shuang refused and asked me to reforge swords for you two."

"The amount of meteorite iron is too small, so I first smelt it into molten iron, melt it into the hundred-forged fine steel, and then forge it into the sword through tens of thousands of hammering. During this process, the sword must be placed in the furnace from time to time to temper it with spiritual fire, and the temperature must not be allowed to drop..."

While pounding, Nie Longquan explained to Zhang Jiuyang. He spoke very carefully, as if he was intentionally teaching Zhang Jiuyang how to refine the weapon.

After tens of thousands of collisions, the Dragon Sparrow Sword and the Demon-Slaying Sword were put back into the furnace, and Zhang Jiuyang pulled the bellows again.

This process repeats itself until late at night.

Zhang Jiuyang quietly opened his third eye and saw the increasingly strong sword energy in the furnace. The seven-star pattern on the sword became brighter, and the whole sword was as red as jade, with fewer and fewer flaws.

"After all the forging is completed, we can open the furnace after another 49 days. By then, I believe this sword will surprise you."

A hint of confidence appeared on Nie Longquan's face, which was the pride of being a sword-making master.

In fact, even he is now very curious about this sword. After burning away the impurities and being recast in fire, to what extent can it reach?
Perhaps there will be another divine sword in this world that will shock the world.

"Thank you, Master Nie!"

Zhang Jiuyang bowed and saluted.

"Don't thank me so early. Starting tomorrow, every afternoon from 5:00 to 11:00, remember to come here and fan the fire. After all, my old bones can't take it any longer." "Okay."

Zhang Jiuyang readily agreed. After all, it was his own sword, so of course he had to pay more attention to it. Besides, it was not entirely a hard job. Master Nie was very frank and allowed him to watch while he was forging it without hiding anything.

This kind of mind is admirable.

Just now, he was watching the other party's hammer technique and had some vague understanding, but it was not clear enough. Perhaps after watching it more, he would be able to understand the mystery.

Looking at Zhang Jiuyang walking away, a smile flashed across Nie Longquan's face.

This boy is a nice guy with a strong body. He seems to have practiced some powerful fire-related magical power. No wonder such a stunning figure like Yue Yatou would be so fond of him.

But this kid had just been watching his hammer technique with a thoughtful look. Could it be that he had figured out the trick to his family's unique skill, the Thirty-Six Dayan Hammers?
How can it be!

The Thirty-Six Dayan Hammers contain the numbers of Tiangang, which is amazing. It is the unique skill of the Nie family. How can you learn it just by looking at it?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
If this kid can learn it secretly, he will never be a blacksmith in his life!!!

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Time flies.

Zhang Jiuyang rarely lives a very peaceful life.

He especially cherished this hard-earned peaceful time. In the morning, he practiced the Yue family's mental method under Yue Ling's supervision and meditated to improve his skills. In the afternoon, he went to Nie Longquan to fan the fire and forge the sword, observe his hammering method, and learn some refining techniques.

At night, Yue Ling took A Li to train the soldiers and taught them how to coordinate in battle formations. Her methods of training and managing the army were truly like thunder and lightning, wind, forest, fire and volcano. In just a few days, the soldiers' military appearance had improved several times, which greatly opened Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

The Dragon Girl worked hard to make a breakthrough in Dongyang Lake, and the three little ones also practiced diligently every day. While teaching them, Yue Ling did not relax her own practice. Her self-discipline and hard work made Zhang Jiuyang ashamed.

Therefore, he also seized every moment and practiced Yuding Xuan Gong at night until he could no longer bear it and fell asleep.

Peaceful, fulfilled, happy.

It seemed as if all the disturbances in the outside world were gradually fading away, and all the conspiracies and calculations had nothing to do with him.

With a clear mind and a positive attitude towards practice, he could feel his progress every day and seemed to be getting closer and closer to the fourth realm.

Stay away from the hustle and bustle of worldly affairs and just practice Taoism.

Until the sound of firecrackers woke him up.

Snowflakes were flying down from the sky. A-Li and Ao-Ya were rolling around on the snow in their little red jackets, holding a handful of New Year's money wrapped in red paper in their hands.

"Brother Jiu, it's New Year~"

Ali brought Ao Ya to kneel down and kowtow to him. She kowtowed lightly, but Ao Ya kowtowed sincerely and hit his forehead hard, breaking the floor tiles.

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help laughing, shook his head and smiled, then took out some silver from his pocket and gave it to them. Of course, he did not forget Xiao Qingji.

The three little guys didn't have to practice hard today, so Yue Ling gave them a day off.

After receiving the New Year's money, they walked together, cheering as they went to find the next "gold sponsor". Not long after, many broken blue bricks appeared on the ground of the Shen family.

That kind of attitude would be embarrassing if you gave less.

Looking at their cheering figures, Zhang Jiuyang showed a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Has it been a year?
It was New Year's Day. Looking at the red lanterns hanging everywhere in the Shen Mansion and listening to the sound of firecrackers outside, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

After all, he is a wanderer, a person who has left his hometown.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and look down at your hometown.

Now that I am in a foreign world and will never be able to return home in this lifetime, I finally understand the weight of this poem.

I wonder how many of my friends from my previous life still remember me?
How many sincere New Year greetings will you receive through WeChat on your mobile phone?

Just when his thoughts were a little depressed, a hand gently patted his shoulder.

Zhang Jiuyang turned around and saw a plate of steaming dumplings, but they didn't look very good. They were all crooked and cracked, and some of them had broken skins.

Yue Ling was wearing a red robe and holding the bowl of steaming dumplings. Her heroic eyes looked a little unnatural.

"It's my first time making dumplings, so my skills are not good. You'll have to make do with what you have."

"Don't worry, the poison won't kill you."

Seeing that Zhang Jiuyang didn't take it and just looked at her quietly, Yue Ling felt a little strange and asked, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

"Eat quickly. If it doesn't taste good...just bear with it."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly smiled, took the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth. With a light bite, the aroma of the meat filling spread on his taste buds.

Although it doesn’t look good, it tastes pretty good!
"Oh, by the way, I asked, the Yellow Spring Banquet has not been held because of the Tenth Heavenly Stem. They said that every time a new Heavenly Stem joins, it will be postponed for a long time--"

Yue Ling suddenly shook her head and said, "That's not what I came here to hear."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned, looking at her pretty face without any makeup. Under the moonlight, her skin was as white as jade and her eyes were as bright as the stars.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Then what do you want to hear?"

"Are the dumplings delicious?"

"good to eat."

Yue Ling smiled faintly and said, "This is what I want to hear."

She ignored the falling snow on the ground, pulled her long skirt together, and sat with Zhang Jiuyang openly, watching him eat dumplings with a smile in her eyes.

Neither of them spoke, but Zhang Jiuyang felt surprisingly calm, and the feeling of isolation and alienation disappeared in an instant.

Like snowflakes slowly melting in her palm.

"Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother!"

"Ao Ya and Qing Ji are fighting again~"

From a distance, Ali came running over to complain and started shouting from a distance. Her clear voice seemed to drown out the falling snowflakes.

He and Yue Ling looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"How do you, the second sister, become a——"

Zhang Jiuyang was about to give him a lecture when he suddenly froze, and then the gentle smile disappeared, replaced by a solemn look.

The Yellow Spring Order shone brightly in his mind.

In this warm courtyard, his figure gradually disappeared.

The postponed Huangquan Banquet has finally begun!

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