episode_0246

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Sarah fell asleep with the Guryeong Station Cheonyang Milyeom Theater Company.

I continued my daily life at Podalap Palace while waiting for Sarah to wake up.

Black cat and Lano Jinbu danced every day.

We performed in Lhasa about once a week.

The rest of the time was spent practicing martial arts. Since Podalap Palace itself was a space for the training of monks and ascetics, it was a great environment for practicing martial arts in a quiet environment.

I also enjoyed such an environment and practiced martial arts, while at the same time learning blacksmithing from Tang Xiaoyeol and continuing my special training in swordsmanship.

That’s why I was pounding iron in the blacksmith shop again today.

Taaaang!!

The hammering now made a fairly clear sound, but it was not satisfactory.

Qi flows through all things. It was a fact I knew for granted, but as I watched him face off against a black armored earth dragon wearing black half-cheonam armor, the topic of [energy flowing] suddenly took root in my mind.

How does energy flow? In the body of a living being, energy flows directly through the veins. In order to contain enormous flowering power, the safflower flower has a flower wheel with flowering flowers flowing inside the petals.

So what about materials?

How does energy flow through the sword?

I saw the sword I was swinging down. Although my skills are too lacking to be considered an experienced blacksmith, I had only made one sword for several months, and the sword held by the tongs and hammer I was holding was showing off a rather elegant appearance.

With a little more finishing, it will be a well-cut shape that anyone will recognize as a sword made by a blacksmith.

If it had been yesterday, it would have been a sword that would have made you smile proudly and nod your head saying that you worked hard today too.

For some reason, today it felt like the sword held in the tongs was not a sword… but just a piece of metal imitating the shape of a sword.

What should I say about this?

I’m supposed to make a human body model, but should I say it’s like making a mannequin? For some reason, what I made felt like an empty shell.

It is clearly a piece of iron that has been strongly quenched and refined.

Out of indescribable frustration, I put the sword body back into the brazier. Although I only needed to refine the slight bend and shape of the sword as a finishing touch, I heated the sword until the end.

Taaaang! Taaaang!

I kept hitting the sword, but for some reason I didn’t like it. What should I say? What should I really say about this?

Out of frustration, I put down the hammer for a moment and looked to the side. A spare harpoon that had been made during the hunting of wild beasts was rolling around on the floor.

The Tang Xiaoyeol created hundreds of long chains in just a few days. At the same time, they also made harpoons and saw blades.

I can’t say it was made roughly, but it was true that it was made in a short amount of time.

Nevertheless, the harpoon that Tang Xiaoyeol made… felt more ‘living and breathing’ than the sword I made.

“Have you realized what you lack?”

When I came to my senses, Dang So-yeol, who was making hors d’oeuvres to send to the Dang family, was next to me.

“Do you feel a feeling other than a popping or popping sensation from the equipment? It feels like something is going on in my head.”

…However, the expressive power of the Party’s enthusiasm did not develop at all. I was already feeling itchy and frustrated, but when I heard Tang So-yeol’s explanation of how to wear clothes, I naturally furrowed my eyebrows.

Teong.

Tang Xiaoyeol also seemed to realize that words should not be spoken, so he placed an ingot on my anvil.

“You lived as a warrior for a long time, so you probably have experience repairing worn-out or worn-out weapons, right?”

“Yes.”

“The blacksmiths probably said that these things were impossible to repair and had to be melted down and remade. Well, I can’t say that there is no slang in that statement, but have you ever thought about why it needs to be made again? Considering the level of difficulty of the technology, adding iron is not a very difficult technology.”

Is this a topic that the party’s dissatisfaction throws at me? As I was thinking about that topic, the party confiscated the sword from my anvil.

“Think about that and make it. From the beginning again.”

According to Tang So-yeol’s instructions, the ingot was placed in the furnace.

Hwaaa!!

Now that I have become more skilled at using the bellows, the color of the ingot quickly changes. However, I deliberately heated the ingot slowly and organized my thoughts.

Tang Xiaoye looked at the confiscated sword, then at the ingot, and then at the harpoon.

It was all the same iron.

Even though it was made of materials that were no different from the ingot that was currently being heated, my sword seemed somehow fake and the ingot was ordinary.

However, the harpoon made by Tang Xiaoyeol somehow seemed to be breathing.

A sufficiently heated ingot is placed on an anvil and struck down.

Why are weapons with missing blades or severe damage melted down and made new instead of reinforced with metal?

Of course, since it is an old weapon, impurities may have accumulated on the iron surface and oxidation may have occurred, but is that really the fundamental reason?

Take a breath.

Cover.

Two topics were spinning around in my head. It felt as if my mind had become one large Taegeuk.

What is a sword?

No, what is a weapon? It was a tool for manifesting nothingness.

So, were the swords I had made so far suitable for manifesting nothingness? I managed to get the structure and strength of the sword, but can the swords I made just now really be called weapons?

The answer was no.

This is because the flow of energy, which is the basis of nothingness, was not taken into consideration.

I realized why Tang Xiaoyeol’s harpoon felt like it was alive and breathing. Tang So-yeol was still one of the best blacksmiths in the world of martial arts, so he took the flow of energy into consideration when making such a harpoon.

I don’t know what techniques are used to make the weapon feel lively, but… I guess that’s the difference between the world’s greatest craftsman and a novice blacksmith.

Taaa!!

I realized why Tang Xiaoyeol handed over the ingot. I feel sorry for the sword from before, but that was already a dead iron. Unless you infuse fire into the sword and refine it with new pain, it will be difficult to revive it.

I opened my eyes and concentrated my senses.

It was said that you can see as much as you know.

Through the topic of Heukbancheonam, I finally realized about the energy that flows through things. To be honest, I don’t know if the expression ‘energy flowing through things’ is even correct.

But there was also something I learned.

Everything that communicates with energy has a vein for communicating with energy.

Living things have an energy vein that is born with them, and young plants such as Hwaryun Honghwacho, which have accumulated energy, have a new vein called Hwaryun to handle that energy.

Okay, now I know for sure.

The reason why the sword I just made felt like it was dead, why it felt empty inside.

There was no vein in my sword.

Taaang!

Hit the ingot. And carefully watch the reaction.

How to create a vein in an ingot.

I did not know the principles or techniques. However, it was impossible to ignore it just because you didn’t know.

That’s why I look into it.

Let’s look at how the veins of iron ingots naturally created by soaking them in fire change.

Taaaang!

Mac died from some hammer blows.

Taaaang!

The pulse did not change with some hammering.

Taaang!

Very rarely did the pulse come back to life with some hammering.

I realized why severely damaged or old weapons had to be melted down. Covering the iron was the same as covering the veins. The fact that a new piece of iron was applied to the original veins of the sword meant that all of those veins were blocked.

It will be the…[dead] weapon I just made.

I just knocked on the ingot frantically, watching its reaction.

Chi-ik!

or quenching.

Grumble!

I could feel my pulse changing every time I heated up the sword-shaped iron ingot. As a mere child, I was merely toyed with by the changes.

Because I couldn’t predict the outcome of most of the hammer strikes that took the sword shape, I was just leaving it to luck.

Taaang!

I stopped hammering. The sword form has not been completely completed yet. No, the things I had made until yesterday were far from perfect, but the shape of the sword itself was unstable, the center of gravity was questionable, or the blade was not straight enough, like it is now.

The sword in my hand was an unfinished sword.

However, I felt that touching it any further would somehow lead to killing Mac.

When I put down the hammer, Tang Xiaoyeol, who had been watching my work, picked up the sword. With skilled hands, the wood was carved out in an instant, glue was applied, and fasteners were inserted. In the blink of an eye, the leather was wrapped around the handle, and before I knew it, the handle was on the finished black whetstone.

Sigh. Sigh.

Tang Xiaoyeol sharpened his sword without hesitation and spoke.

“It is an insufficient sword.”

“….Yes.”

“Instead of handling iron, it is merely the result of being played with. Even just preserving it rather than saving it was a risk.”

I understood that the topic that Tang Xiaoyeol was talking about was [Mac]. Yes, it definitely was. I just gave it a lucky hammer blow hoping it wouldn’t break.

“Yes.”

“Still, this is the first time you have made a weapon since you became Tang Xiaoyeol’s disciple.”

Tang Xiaoyeol raised my sword. Tang Xiaoyeol’s fingers touched the sharp blade of the sword.

“Did you understand sword energy?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then check it. My dear disciple.”

It’s a kid.

From an idiot disciple, to just a disciple, and now to a kid disciple.

Since I created at least one sword that Tang Xiaoyeol recognized as a weapon, does this mean that I too have become a blacksmith?

I accepted the sword that Tang Xiaoyeol held out.

Little by little, I pushed the inner hole into my hand. I had already reached the peak for quite some time, and since then I had been steadily practicing how to handle the sutra, so the sutra itself was easily released into my palm.

Yes, it literally just erupted.

Kuuk.

I gripped the handle even harder. As he spewed out his energy, he traced the vein of the sword little by little.

Since it was a sword I hit with a hammer while praying not to ruin the veins, to be honest, I wonder if any of the veins on this sword can be said to have been made by me.

but.

I picture in my mind the pulse of the sword that I could not help but feel while making it. I imagined it was connected to my palm. He fiddled with his palm to match the energy pulse of his palm with that of his sword.

The grip was different from actually holding a sword, but for now, I put that fact out of my mind.

It continues.

The pulse of the sword. My spirit continues. I just thought of it that way. Ignoring the waste, I grasp the sword and imagine that the sword’s vein and my vein are connected as one.

gradually.

Just little by little. My wonder began to seep into the sword. Unity of swords and bodies? It was an unthinkable sound. It was just a guess that the vein would be open around here, and some of the energy that had been pumped into it was being pushed into the sword.

Sssss.

So little by little. Little by little, I understood the pulse of the sword. As my mind permeated the context I had just created and guessed, the structure became firmly established in my mind.

Step by step, he ignited the pulse of his sword and infused his career.

It seemed clear to me why the people of the Tang family were learning how to make weapons and infuse energy. In order to breathe energy into all kinds of memorization, which are of various forms and very small sizes, we have no choice but to understand the fundamental principles as we do now.

I placed the sutures along the veins that I accidentally cut off and the widened veins that I only occasionally felt. As I breathed in sutras, I learned the trick. When I found the vein leading from the handle to the center of the sword, the entire sutra immediately extended into the sword body.

Ssss!

“Ah….”

at las.

Sutra began to leak out of the sword. It is now possible to emit sutra, which can truly be called sword energy, through a weapon called a sword from the hand.

“Congratulations. Senior.”

“Congratulations. Silver ball.”

“Well done. My dear disciple.”

“Congratulations on your achievement. Instructor!”

“You finally did it. Ho Rongin.”

When I suddenly came to my senses, the people who had come with me to the police station were surrounding me. It was morning when I entered the blacksmith shop, but it was already midnight outside.

When did so much time pass? Did all the people who were supposed to meet in the afternoon come to the blacksmith shop to find me?

I’m not sure how they got together, but anyway, it wasn’t a bad feeling to be gathered together and congratulated by a group of people.

I raised my hand and raised my sword high.

Ssss!

Unlike strong energy, it is invisible to those without energy. But everyone here had a sense of spirit. The group all looked at the brightly rising red sword without saying a word.

This body Hocheonan.

I learned my sword skills in the blacksmith shop of the chief’s Podalap Palace.