The Evil King and Medical Goddess Wife: Whose Hand Covers the World

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Including Gu Qianxue added manganese ore, which is also one of trace elements.

In the human sacrifice, the purpose of throwing people into the stove is to use trace elements in the human body.

I have to say that it is cruel and superstitious.

And if the trace elements in the human body can be used as a way to make steel, then the trace elements in the human body are the same as mammals.The monkey should be most similar to the human body indicators, but in the middle of the night, Gu Qianxue did not have the strength to catch the monkey up the mountain, so he simply used sheep.

Now I just hope everything can succeed.

Gu Qianxue closed his eyes and folded his hands in front of him, silently praying.

For a time, there was an atmosphere of sadness and decisiveness in the Sword Work Area.

When the day was light, the tempering ended.Oil quenching uses oil quenching, which is a commonly used quenching method. Even in early-rising steel mills, oil quenching is also used, needless to say.

The fourth day of the Sword Forging Conference officially entered the fifth day.

However, no one still went back to rest. The three cast swords were in a group. When they were tired, they took a nap and stayed awake to continue working.

At the end of quenching, the crimson oriental Junhua almost shivered and took out the cast sword and wiped it carefully with a cloth.

"How?" Gu Qianxue asked cautiously.

Dongfang Junhua didn't answer the question for the first time, only to check it repeatedly, and even tested it with a special tool at the installation handle.

Junan is also very nervous, "Fourth Brother, are we... failed?"

Before Gu Qianxue threw the sheep, Junan was very sure. Although he did not dare to guarantee the championship, he would not lose too much.But since there was a lost sheep... somehow, he now smells the roasted mutton smell just after the sword embryo is just made.

Dongfang Junhua lowered the sword, turned around and held Gu Qianxue tightly in his arms, and turned twice.

Everyone was surprised and looked at them one after another. Junan was also ignorant. What does that mean?Is it successful?

"Miss Zhao, you are a genius, you are really a genius! Why is there such a sword-making genius in this world?" Dongfang Junhua couldn't help shouting.

Gu Qianxue was turned to be dizzy and not afraid to struggle. After all, both she and Dongfang Junhua had not slept for two days and two nights. If she struggled so hard, Dongfang Junhua slipped one hand and threw her into the fire, Then it really became a human sacrifice.

Not to mention Mo Xie, a "Qianxuejian" will soon be released.

How long did the swordsmiths stay through, how long did the judges on the podium stay through, and how long did the only VIP who persisted, the King Li of Nanyue Kingdom.

People are flesh and blood, even Li Wang is tired.

He ordered someone to make a thick cup of tea, intending to drink it for refreshment, but when the tea was swallowed at the entrance, he saw Dongjun Junhua holding Gu Qianxue's carnival lens, and suddenly a "click" sounded, the tea cup was born. crumb.

The next man hurriedly said, "His Royal Highness, what's wrong with you?"

The cold air from Li Wang's body almost set off a storm, and he threw away the tea cup, "Nothing."

In the mind of the next man, the King Li in Nanyue Kingdom was terrible. He suddenly became angry when nothing happened, as expected.

In this way, the Sword Forging Conference entered its fifth day.

It can be said that, except for the two days before the swordsmith returned to rest, from the third day to the present, it was endless.

The fifth day is the last process-shaping and grinding.

Needless to say, plastic surgery is equipped with a handle and a scabbard inlaid with gems and jade. The swordsmith is not a blacksmith, and he has extremely high aesthetic and artistic creativity. How to tolerate the quality of his people in the form of an iron film, after all, they are creating Fine weapons are not kitchenware.

There is no need to explain the sharpening. The Bao Jianfeng comes out from sharpening.

Although the sun rises, because all the furnaces in the Forging Sword Field are extinguished at the same time, the heat source is lost, and a mountain breeze blows, so that it is so cold that it makes people tremble.

The mountains are stacked, surrounded by mountains, together with thousands of casting platforms, the scene is magnificent.

At this moment, the mountains are deafening, or chiseled or grinded, and the friction and collision sounds of metal rise and fall among the mountains. There are regular patterns in the chaos, like the waves of the sea.

Gu Qianxue was shocked by this scene.

Although I have seen more grand scenes such as the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games in modern times, the scene before me is the most shocking, not only because of this primitive rather than dazzling modern technology, but also because there is an incomparable admiration for his own industry.

This kind of worship is pure, and it is rarely seen in the modern material flow. This is the true craftsmanship.

At this moment, Gu Qianxue's hungry mood is also surging.

A loud bang of gongs rang through the mountains, and the four-year sword-making convention was declared over.

Almost everyone, instantly paralyzed.

It takes a month or even a year to build a peerless weapon. However, the Sword Forging Conference only gives five days. The mental pressure and work pressure can be imagined.

Some young swordsmiths couldn't help whispering, even if they were all men.

Each casting sword area is guarded by a mountain guard, and after the gong is sounded, the guard will hold it with the tray already prepared, and everyone will put the freshly polished work on it.

Dongfang Junhua and Dongfang Junan were also exhausted, sitting on the ground with one butt, speechless for a long time.

Gu Qianxue quickly made tea and served them for the two.

Dongfang Junhua smiled and said thank you, then took it.

Junan wanted to reach out, but his arms were so trembling that he couldn’t lift it at all, even if he barely lifted it, he couldn’t hold the teacup.

After a while, all the talents came out of the casting sword field, and the rest were the work of ten judges.

Everyone has no doubt about the fairness of the judges. In fact, the judges are indeed very fair.

night.

The whole famous Jianshanzhuang boiled, and there was revelry everywhere.

Mingjian Mountain Villa has an unlimited supply of wine and vegetables this evening.

Amidst this excitement, Gu Qianxue and Chu Yan quietly returned to the room.

The incompetent Gu Qianxue was almost taken care of by the first smoke like a baby taking a bath. After all, he didn't close his eyes for three days and two nights. He was also scared. Gu Qianxue was on the verge of collapse.

Gu Qianxue was lying on the soft and comfortable quilt, and there was another world of cheering and whispering in his ear, murmured, "This group of ironsmithing energy is really good, I have not slept for three days and two nights and have the strength to revel, my mother, overworked Plus alcoholism, are they not afraid of sudden death?"

It is a joke of Gu Qianxue to describe the swordsmith as a blacksmith, but she knows that the swordsmith in this era is like a modern arms expert, and it is by no means a blacksmith.

"By... first smoke..." Qian Xue's words were no longer continuous, like murmuring, "I'm going to be hard...sleep...who dares to disturb me...just...kill..."

No one answered.

At the moment when he was about to fall asleep, Gu Qianxue changed his mind again, "Well... don’t kill... I’m afraid you... really kill... just..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged and hugged tightly in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, there was a familiar incense.

"Gu Qianxue, how dare you let other men hug you, do you want to die?"