When Li Ye, dressed in coarse linen, knocked in and stood in front of Ouyang Dongli, he was still a little surprised even though he was prepared before.

Looking at Li Ye who looked sincerely, he asked lightly: "Are you sure you want to learn how to make a blacksmith from your teacher, and you are not afraid of the high temperature of the fire, and the dirty and tired work that is covered in sweat and has no image?"

Li Ye looked at him and said with a smile: "Reply to the master's words, the disciple is already prepared and will not be afraid of suffering."

Ouyang Dongli nodded, looked at him and smiled, "This is not much more painful and tiring than practicing in Prajna Temple."

Li Ye nodded and said, "Disciples will remember the master's words, practice the techniques of cultivation seriously, and strive to create his heavy sword as soon as possible..."

Ouyang Dongli poured him a cup of hot tea and signaled him to sit down.

He continued, "Can you let go of the practice in the temple? I heard from your husband that practicing in the Prajna Temple is very important to you. In the future, it will take ten days to learn to make a blacksmith from me every month. Will it affect you?"

Li Ye shook his head, pursed his lips and took a sip of tea.

He replied in a low voice: "I am practicing in the temple and encounter some confusion. I hope to train my master to solve these problems by scheming iron."

Ouyang Dongli looked at his expression and knew what he was thinking, so he stopped dissuading him.

He smiled and said, "Your physical skills have been almost done. Next, you should try your best to practice your mood. You must know that it is a process of making a sword and cultivating your own mood."

"Disciple understands that my husband told me the same way." Li Ye looked at him and replied seriously, without any carelessness.

"If you can polish your mood to the point of being as cold as a cold iron for ten years, when you go down the mountain and walk in the world, you will not be easily disturbed by external things and will be disturbed by your own state of mind."

Ouyang Gongli looked at him and said quietly, as if telling him a story that happened before.

"Mr. I said on Tianshan that you must first cultivate your mind when practicing. If your mind is not in a certain state, you will not be able to break the state again when you reach a certain level. The disciple understands this principle and will practice hard with the master."

Li Ye looked at Ouyang Dongli in front of him, but he returned to the Tianshan Mountains with all his thoughts. He had practiced in the mountain torrent and tempered his body in the cold pond. Nothing was difficult and extremely difficult.

"I will discuss these principles later. Today you learn to burn fire first, cast a piece of fire first. Start with burning fire first. If you want to cast a spiritual sword, you must start practicing from the simplest fire."

"Current fire? Isn't it the same as a disciple making tea?" Li Ye looked at him and asked softly.

"This is simple to say, but it is very troublesome to do." Ouyang Dongli gently tapped the table, as if he was hitting the mortal iron on the sword-casting platform.

Hearing the master's instructions, Li Ye was stunned and asked, "Learn to burn fire first? I'm so anxious."

Master Ouyang was silent for a moment, with joy on his face as he found his descendants, and he was also a little sad.

He glanced at Li Ye and said slowly: "I don't have much time here anymore. If I hadn't met you, I might have left earlier."

Li Ye was shocked and immediately bowed and said, "Disciple has caused trouble for the master."

Ouyang Dongli waved his hand and said, "This can only be said to be fate. Don't say whether it's troublesome or not. It is naturally a joy to find someone who is suitable to inherit his own legacy before leaving this world."

Hearing these words, Li Ye paused and nodded slightly.

He heard Master Ouyang's reluctance and anxiety, and for some reason he felt a little sad.

I thought to myself that I just learned to burn fire, I can get a master in two days.

However, at this moment, Ouyang Dongli, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to see through his thoughts.

He smiled and said, "Don't be careless. Some sword-casting masters have been exploring the way to quench the casting throughout their lives."

Li Ye bowed his hand and agreed with his statement.

After drinking two dishes of tea, Ouyang Dongli stood up.

Looking at him and said, "I know you have questions in your heart. Come with me. From now on, you will be a real sword-casting apprentice."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

Li Ye quickly got up and followed, and said as he walked, "Master, wait for me."

She is as cute as a little monk without worries.

The two of them walked around the wooden house, walked through a thick fog, and came to a cliff.

There is a cliff at the foot of the mountain, and there is a natural stone cave behind the mountain. A spring water flows out from the entrance of the cave, and a simple wooden shed is outside the cave.

There is a stove in the shed, next to the spring water, there are two quenching stone troughs, and unquenched mortar piled on the ground.

Several hammers leaned against the iron platform and stood outside the shed before Li Ye, who was standing outside the shed, seemed to have the scene of Ouyang Dongli sweating profusely and falling from the iron.

Thinking that this scene would be replaced by myself soon, I couldn't help but feel a little hot.

After staying for a while, Ouyang Dongli pointed to the objects in the shed and the steaming cave and smiled.

He said lightly: "In the future, this will be where you practice. For me, the place where you practice and rest must be absolutely separated. It is the same principle as what you Buddhists say about eating and sleeping."

After pausing, Shaoqing continued, "But you are different. There is a natural hot spring in this cave that you can use to temper your body, and you can live here in the future."

"You can also go back to the wooden house with me... the thick fog I just passed through is a natural magic circle. I will teach you the steps, and you will be able to enter and exit here freely in the future."

"It turned out that there was a natural magic circle blocking the place. No wonder I didn't see the master's ironwork practicing last time."

Li Ye nodded, looking like he suddenly realized.

Ouyang Dongli walked into the wooden shed and lay on it next to a bamboo chair.

He pointed to a stool next to him and said, "Sit down, I'll tell you some common sense about casting."

After Li Ye sat down next to him, he continued: "First cast a piece of good ore, fine iron, mortar, etc., and then there should be a stove that suits your temperature. If you are lucky, you will get a few fine fire essence stones."

"Add it in when quenching the embryo, even if you have a piece of iron in your hand, it may be tempered into steel under constant quenching at high temperature."

"Then it is to cut off the slightest slightest utensils. The so-called slightest utensils are just to remove impurities in the utensils, leaving only the fine iron... Don't ignite the fire today. If you are familiar with the environment here, take a look at this experience, there is a daily necessity in the hole..."

After saying that, he handed Li Ye a yellowed manuscript.

"Look slowly, ask me if you don't understand something, I want to have a sleep here..."

Looking at Li Ye holding his handwritten copy like a treasure, Ouyang Dongli smiled with satisfaction and leaned against the recliner and closed his eyes.

Li Ye held the master's handwritten copy, opened the page of the animal skin book, and carefully studied it...

The technique of casting is the second, and the heart is the best... There is a method of making ordinary iron with charcoal fire, supplemented by the power of tempering the skin and flesh, which is an ordinary tool, such as knife, cutter, furniture, etc.

Anyone who uses essence and iron to cast the true qi to blend it, supplemented by pure muscles and bones, refined with fire, and tempered with thousands of tempers, is the best sword and weapon.

Any ore such as black iron and mica, and the caster's essence and blood are integrated into it, supplemented by qi and blood, and worked hard to refine it with fire outside the sky. Some people even sacrificed their lives to the sword... They will eventually become spiritual weapons and become magic weapons that have been passed down through the ages...

All fire, the fire of essence, the fire outside the sky... Li Ye murmured, as if he saw a bright lamp in the dark night.

I thought to myself that the heavy sword I was going to cast was just the Xuan Iron and the Sky Iron given by the master?

But where do you want to find the fire outside the sky? Just like the formless Dharma body you practiced and the beast soul you need, it is also a legendary thing.

No wonder Mr. repeatedly emphasized that making a sword is also a kind of practice, no less than his practice in Prajna Temple.

Now it seems that perhaps when I touched the method of making a sword, it might also be of great help to the practice of the formless Dharma body.

......If you find a volcano, you can temper the essence iron in it, and you can achieve twice the result with half the effort... If you use the volcano's essence fire to re-quench the already-made weapons, you can increase the level and spirituality of the weapons.

There is a chance to upgrade the weapons in your hand from elite soldiers to spiritual weapons... The casting technique changes a lot, but it never leaves it. Fire is the most important thing...

Looking through Ouyang Dongli's forging experience, Li Ye felt that he really didn't understand fire.

I used to think that igniting charcoal in the furnace would be a fire, but from the perspective of making swords, such fire can only be used to create some ordinary kitchen knives and farming clubs, and even ordinary ordinary soldiers cannot cast them.

Not to mention melting the black iron armor that you once wore and adding the master's iron from the sky.

......

After taking Master Ouyang’s handwritten copy in the afternoon, Li Ye’s view was about to end.

When I looked up, I saw that the lounge chair was empty. Ouyang Dongli had left at some point, and only Li Ye was studying hard in the wooden shed.

He put the manuscript on the table, patted his hands, and said gratefully: "Fortunately, there is a sir who leads the way."

Li Ye smiled and looked up at the vast cliff below the cliff. The mountain wind blew, with a faint smell of grass and some fragrance of flowers.

I thought to myself that everyone said that spring was good, but I buried myself in the book tirelessly.

If you haven't met Master Ouyang, you really don't know where to cast this heavy sword.

The fate of life is really wonderful. If I had not been a teacher at the beginning, there would not have been any stories on Tianshan Mountain.

If he hadn't picked up Mu Mu on Tianshan Mountain, then the gentleman would not accompany Bai Susu to overcome the tribulation, Mu Mu would not go down the mountain with Li Hongxiu, nor would he meet Xiaobai and Lao Yuan and Laolang, nor would he get the Wei Cheng of the Poxu Monk.

Then at this time, my realm should still be wandering in the golden elixir, and I will not be regarded as a junior brother by Master Minghui after coming to Prajna Temple... Is this the cause and effect mentioned by the old monk of the Great Buddha Temple?

Li Ye didn't worry about this. Thinking about Master Ouyang's words, he turned around and entered the cave.

He murmured to himself: "If you are alive, you have to cook a pot of porridge first, and I also have to bring my own mushrooms."

Sure enough, all the daily necessities in the cave were all available. Li Ye carried the iron pot and put the rice on the outside of the cave. He went to the stove to set the fire, went to the spring water to wash rice, washed mushrooms, and carefully put the iron pot on the fire.

I thought I would have enough food tonight and I would have to work hard to learn how to burn a fire and make iron tomorrow.

Although you can't cast a sword at the moment, it seems to be a good thing to learn to make a kitchen knife first.

Thinking of waiting for the day to go to Xuantian to watch the gentleman, when he saw Mu Mu, he shouted loudly: "Mu Mu, look at the kitchen knife!"

I guess he would make Mu Mu giggle, and by the way he would give the master a kitchen knife to cook vegetables for the teacher.

When I was in the Great Buddha Temple, the old monk said that chopping firewood and carrying water are all about practicing.

When I arrived at Prajna Temple, Senior Brother Minghui said that sweeping the floor and reciting scriptures were all about practicing.

When I arrived at the back mountain of Xuantian Temple, the gentleman said that he would make a blacksmith and eating was also a practice.

It seems that I have left the word "not practicing" everywhere in life, and I have quietly practiced to the age of ten without realizing it.

The young lady who is far away on Phoenix Mountain should be twelve years old at this time.

In a blink of an eye, both of them grew from being a child who was young and innocent to being a teenager.

Those who abandon me will no longer know that they will be thousands of miles away.

Those who think of my heart are also thousands of miles apart.

The long wind sends autumn geese to thousands of miles, and look at the mountains alone.

I have moved from Fengyun City to Fangcun Mountain today. After all, I am also a master at the seventh level of Wuying Dharma Body.

All kinds of cause and effect in the world are waiting for me!
Chapter completed!