The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 2108
The old man surnamed Tong shook his head helplessly, walked to the front of the earthen kiln, snapped open a small window, and observed the fire inside through the window.

There should be something still practicing inside, and the old man is quite concerned.

After listening to the old man's words, I became interested in his identity, a craftsman, there is such a profession in the world.I only knew about alchemists before, it seems that there are too many things I don't know about this Taoism.

"Oops."

At this moment, the old man suddenly yelled, stretched out his palm, and pushed it in through the two air holes on both sides of the small door.

I went over to take a look and found that as the old hair clapped, the fire inside also changed.It turns out that this refining tool has something in common with refining medicine. It also needs fire to refine it, and it also needs internal force to stimulate the fire.

The old man surnamed Tong was obviously using internal force to control the fire in the kiln.I don't know what's wrong with it, the old man started to burn, and sweated on his forehead, he was sweating profusely, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down.

I saw a towel next to me, so I quickly grabbed it and wiped the old man's sweat.The old man didn't have time to speak, his face was flushed, and images of those flames shot out from his eyes, as if he was on fire.

Seeing him so nervous, I also turned my head to look into the kiln.

I saw the shape of a sword in the center of the kiln, which was obviously the sword that the old man was going to forge this time.

The surrounding flames, like fire dragons, licked and licked around the sword.

And the flames in this kiln are also divided into two colors.One is yellow and the other is blue.

I have experience in refining medicine, and I understand that the yellow flame is Yang fire, and the blue one is Yin fire.Yang fire is naturally activated by positive internal force, and yin fire is activated by negative internal force.In order to achieve the balance of yin and yang internal forces, and at the same time stimulate the fire to refine medicine, I have made arduous and long-term efforts for this.

Finally, after reaching the level of a master, and reaching the top alchemist, he can also emit two similar internal forces of yin and yang at the same time.

I know that many people can actually form two internal forces in the body, but it is even more difficult to achieve the balance of yin and yang.Sun Yulou devoted his whole life to this but failed, because the two strands of internal energy they emitted had to originate from the dantian.But the dantian itself belongs to yang, and the yin power formed is very little.My success is also entirely due to the Tao bone relic in my body, which can replace the dantian to send out internal force.

I found that there are also two internal forces in the old man's body. His two palms stimulate the fire at the same time, which means that he is stimulating the two internal forces.

But the yang energy emitted from his dantian is sufficient, but the yin energy is too weak.

It is manifested in the flames in the kiln, that is, the yellow flame is very fierce, while the blue flame is very weak, and has been gradually suppressed by the yellow flame.

No matter how hard the old man surnamed Tong exerted himself, the internal force from the right palm still couldn't be compared with the left palm.So he had to slow down the internal force of the left palm, and the yang fire also declined, so as to balance with the yin force from the right palm.

But in this way, the heat of the furnace will be much worse, and it is definitely impossible to forge a qualified sword.

I don't know anything about the art of refining, and I can see that these are all from my theory of refining medicine, and I don't know whether the two theories are connected.

But looking at the sweat on the old man's face and the nervous expression, I feel that my guess is pretty close.

From this, I suspect that the pile of discarded swords on the ground should all be the product of failure.Just now the old man said something bad, presumably something went wrong with the sword he practiced this time.

I stood outside the furnace mouth, looking at the sword that was being tempered inside, feeling pity again in my heart.If it fails, it is destined to have the same ending as the pile of scrap metal in the corner.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but want to help.I stood behind the old man, stretched out my palms, and sent out the yin and yang internal forces from the bone relic and the dantian respectively, urging the flames in the kiln to ignite.

Of course, both yellow and blue fires were burning inside.Moreover, the fire was out of control and quickly filled the entire kiln.

I have never made swords before, and I don't know what kind of heat to use. I just follow my own experience in refining medicine.Unexpectedly, this might be a bit fierce, the flame inside suddenly increased several times, and the fire even rushed out from the small door, window and air hole.

Old man Tong and I were caught off guard, especially when he was standing closer to the door, and was covered by the ball of flames.

"Oh……"

The old man screamed, trying to avoid the flames, and fell backwards.This knocked me to the ground as well, and as I withdrew my internal energy, the flame immediately fell down again.

But I vaguely heard a sigh coming from the kiln, full of regret, pain, and helplessness.

I was taken aback, why are there still people sighing in the kiln?
I was startled, and I looked into the kiln again, and found that the sword that was being refined had disappeared.

Oops, did I do something bad with good intentions?I wanted to help the old man stir up the fire, but could it be that the fire was so strong that it refined the sword?

Not only the sword was melted, but the old man was also burned, which is considered a stab in the ass.

I was just about to check on the old man's injuries, when I saw the old man jump up from the ground in one stride, and climb up the ladder to the top of the kiln three times and two times.He took a special probing hook, reached into the furnace, and soon picked up something, and threw it into the cold water pool next to it.

There was a sizzling sound, and a puff of blue smoke rose.

When the old man hooked the thing out of the pool again, he threw it on the ground with a bang.When I saw it, it wasn't a sword at all, but a mass of black rotten iron.Shape is not shape, shape is not shape.The color is black and yellow, and it is disgusting, like a pile of dung.

However, the old man seemed to be fine, but his eyebrows and beard were scorched by the fire, and his face was covered in black and gray, which looked very funny.

But at this moment, he was staring at the pile dumbstruck, as if he had forgotten that he had just been burned.

I grinned, and hurriedly apologized: "Old man, this... I want to help you, I didn't expect... I'm sorry..."

The burnt pile of things is not as good as that pile of scrap copper and rotten iron. My good intentions are not helping, and the old man may hate it so much.

The old man raised his head suddenly, rushed over and grabbed my collar.

I knew I was wrong, and didn't dare to resist: "Old man, calm down, I really didn't mean it, you..."

Old man Tong put his face close to mine, and sprayed all the gas from his mouth and nose on my face. Looking at his expression, he really looked like he was going to eat me.At that moment, I regretted that I went to this muddy water hastily.

(End of this chapter)