Under the high temperature of the forging furnace, the metal quickly turned red. Tang Yuxing pressed the tungsten steel hammer in his right hand against the card slot and closed the tungsten steel hammer in his left hand from above, pinching the metal out.
He quickly swung the tungsten steel hammer with both hands, and a series of " ding ding dang dang " sounds rang out. The day's forging began.
Forging was a craft, not something as simple as being skilled. Mang Tian had told Tang Yuxing when he first started learning that if he wanted to become a qualified blacksmith, he had to use his brain. He had to use the rebound and the metal's changes to judge the metal's texture and characteristics. Only by mastering all these could one truly forge a high-quality weapon.
Tang Yuxing was extremely perceptive in this area. He didn't know that when Mang Tian gave him this pair of tungsten hammers, it meant that he was already an official blacksmith.
His monthly income wasn't much. He would save up a fixed amount of money and leave a portion of the remaining money for his sister to spend. The rest would be given to Lang Yue to supplement the family expenses.
He was only a nine-year-old child now, but his three years of forging career had made him much more mature than his peers in terms of both his will and personality.
After a full two hours, when the last part was completed under the heavy hammering of the tungsten steel hammer, Tang Yuxing also let out a long sigh and grabbed the towel next to him to wipe his sweat. Looking at the ten shiny joint parts in front of him, his face revealed a satisfied expression.
He had gotten used to forging, and he had fallen in love with this job. Waving the hammer every day was a particularly carefree way to vent. Moreover, occasionally, he would enter a special state during the process of striking. This state was very magical, as if he had resonated with the metal being struck and the hammer in his hand. And every time this happened, the parts he made would be particularly outstanding. Even Mang Tian, with his cold and hard personality, couldn't help but praise him.
“欸？Teacher." Just as Tang Yuxing was about to hand in his work, he discovered that Mang Tian had already arrived at his forging workshop.
Mang Tian walked over to the forging table to take a look at his work. He nodded and handed him a stack of banknotes. Not bad."
"Thank you, teacher." Tang Yuxing was overjoyed. He quickly took the money and put it in his pocket. Because of his excitement, his little face was a little red, but he couldn't help but wave his fists hard.
Mang Tian looked at him with a puzzled expression.”
Tang Yuxing's breathing was a little hurried. He took a deep breath and said,"Teacher, I've saved enough money to buy a spirit soul.”
Mang Tian stared blankly for a moment before his expression changed slightly."Are you saying that your martial soul has already reached the tenth rank?”
Tang Yuxing nodded,”
Mang Tian was stunned for a moment before revealing a rare smile.”
"Teacher, I'll go back first." Tang Yuxing put the finished parts into the box and ran out excitedly.
Mang Tian couldn't help but smile wider as he watched his back. What's his martial soul…Ah, right, it seems to be a tree. However, this is also my luck. In terms of forging, this child's talent is enough to inherit my mantle.”
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