"You'll know once you practice!" Song Hetong smiled mysteriously. He took out a few black raw materials and threw them into the crucible. Under Tang Ao's raging flames, they quickly turned red.
"Huchi, huchi!"
Inside the thatched cottage, Tang Ao was squatting under a furnace that was as tall as a person. He was pulling a square box of bellows, constantly supplying air to the furnace.
The carbon in the furnace was already burning like the noon sun. It shone with an orange glow, and the tongue of the flame went straight up. The scorching hot outer flame would occasionally lick the bottom of the crucible.
In the pot, a few large pieces of black raw materials were gradually burning red. The outermost layer even showed signs of softening and liquefying.
"Kid, not bad! You're able to burn the Quaking Mountain Blackstone to this state in such a short time. Looks like you're really made for smithing. "Song Hetong's deep voice reverberated in the thatched cottage. He reached out his hand and added a few more black stones into the crucible.
"There are ten baskets of black stones here. The bow of the Shooting Sun God Bow is refined from the Quaking Mountain Blackstone. Only it can withstand the instantaneous explosive force of the Shooting Sun God Arrow."
"So kid, take your time. You won't be able to finish one basket in less than fourteen to sixteen hours."
"Pfft!" Tang Ao almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He had been dragged here to do hard labor for such a long time.
Grumbling was just grumbling. After Song Hetong's encouragement, Tang Ao looked forward to the Shooting Sun God Bow even more. He immediately pulled the bellows with all his might, hoping to melt the black stones as soon as possible.
After pulling for more than two hours, Tang Ao's arm gradually became numb. His muscles were swollen and sore. He couldn't help but ask, "How is it? Has it melted?"
"Why are you so anxious? It's only half a basket of black stones. The black stones in the pot haven't melted yet. Why, do you feel that your arm is sore and can't exert any strength? "Song Hetong asked with a smile.
Tang Ao laughed bitterly, "If you want to say instantaneous eruption, I have the ability to fight against a hundred thousand jin, but if I pull slowly like this, I really …" After pondering for a long time, Tang Ao actually couldn't describe that feeling.
"Try inhaling and exhaling with the rhythm of your bellows. Pull and inhale, then push back and exhale." Song Hetong guided Tang Ao bit by bit.
"Pull, inhale, push back, exhale." Tang Ao silently recited the trick and did it dozens of times in a regular pattern. He could clearly feel a warm current rising from his Dantian and lingering around his body. Finally, it gathered at the position of his arm. His originally sore and swollen arm actually gradually relaxed.
"It's really possible! Is this the power of the Neidan? "Tang Ao asked Song Hetong curiously while enjoying the comfort brought by the circulation.
"You cultivators, especially the young ones, always want to defeat your opponent when you fight, so you use your vitality without any regard for your life. In the end, when your vitality is exhausted, that kind of heart-wrenching pain is like traveling through the eighteen levels of hell. "Song Hetong sighed.
"Actually, as long as you act naturally and follow your heart, you can reduce the waste of vitality and maximize the use of vitality. This is also my experience of forging for many years. "
"Continue to pull, I have other things to teach you." Song Hetong poured the entire first basket of black stones into the crucible, "Quick, increase the heat!"
With a command, Tang Ao followed the method taught by Song Hetong, pulling and pushing, inhaling and exhaling. Tang Ao only felt his body gradually heating up. Coupled with the burning of the furnace, his throat felt like it was on fire and was so dry that smoke was coming out. His body was drenched in sweat and the sweat droplets formed small streams that dripped down. As soon as the sweat touched the ground, it immediately evaporated with a sizzling sound.
"Now go and follow the rhythm of inhaling and exhaling to circulate your vitality and simply feel it. This basket is about to melt, so you have to be prepared.
When I say yes, remember the temperature in the crucible and the state of the flame. Next, you have to maintain that state until the Quaking Mountain Black Gold is extracted. " Song Hetong focused on the changes in the crucible and explained the key points of the smelting process to Tang Ao.
"Yes!" Tang Ao operated his mind and from a glowing acupuncture point on his back, drew out two ribbon-like vitality and gathered it on his arms to relieve his fatigue and prepare for the heavy load later.
At the same time, he circulated the Heaven's Eye Technique and covered his eyes with a layer of golden light. Everything in front of him was clearly seen in his mind, even the jumping trajectory of the flame was clearly seen.
"Try to grasp it with your senses. Then, use the Heaven's Eye Technique to give you a better experience. You will be able to see all the subtle movements clearly." Song Hetong advised Tang Ao carefully.
Tang Ao nodded and closed his eyes. He opened his body's senses to the maximum and tried his best to experience it.
"Plop!" That was the sound of sweat dripping!
"Sizzling sizzling!" The flames in the furnace roasted the crucible.
"Eh?" A flame? Yes, it was a flame. It moved back and forth, stirring the air and making a faint sound. It was like a fluff scratching the bottom of the crucible.
Tang Ao revealed a happy smile. He had always seen the world with his eyes. He didn't expect that he could experience a different feeling with his senses.
As the saying goes, after tasting the marrow, one would know the taste. Tang Ao experienced the joy and simply couldn't stop. His whole body's senses explored wantonly and he felt out the little thatched cottage.
"Alright! Alright! Hurry up, the black stones have all melted. You have to be prepared. "Song Hetong coughed and reminded Tang Ao.
At this time, the black stones in the pot had all melted and were sticky in the pot. Occasionally, some small bubbles would rise to the surface. It was obvious that it was the moment that Song Hetong said to roll over.
At this moment, apart from the crackling and raging flames in the furnace and the dragging sound of the bellows, both of them were staring at the furnace with rapt attention. As Tang Ao inhaled and exhaled, he was constantly listening to Song Hetong's signals. The temperature and burning degree of the flames in the furnace were all depicted in his mind.
Song Hetong's white eyebrows were tightly locked. Although she was old, her eyes were still focused on the increasing number of bubbles in the crucible.
They were like jackals on the grassland, lying on the side, waiting for the fat sheep to die step by step. With every passing moment, the two of them would become more focused, waiting for the moment to unleash their power.
"Alright!"
With a sudden order, two rays of light flashed in Tang Ao's eyes. The speed at which he pulled his arms became faster and faster. In his mind, the moment Song Hetong shouted "Alright", he had already outlined the burning charcoal and recorded the temperature at that moment.
"Hold on, the Quaking Mountain Black Gold is separating."
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