Before leaving Dayan Mountain, Teng Qingshan changed the set of clothes he bought in Yicheng into ordinary cloth clothes, and hid the sword in the cloth bag. Then, as if he had been back to the village, he walked towards the village with his cloth bag on his back.

"Qingshan is back from the mountain!" The guards at the gate of Tengjiazhuang smiled and greeted them. Teng Qingshan also greeted the tribe enthusiastically. After leaving Zhuangzi for a day, Tengjiazhuang had no changes. Everyone just thought Teng Qingshan had just returned from the mountain.

After all, even in Tengjiazhuang, Teng Qingshan usually practices marksmanship or Xingyiquan at home, and it is generally difficult for tribe members to see Teng Qingshan.

"Brother!" a handsome girl shouted happily on the martial arts training ground.

"Qingyu." Teng Qingshan loves this sister very much. Now, thirteen-year-old Qingyu has grown up very beautifully. The girl is adult at the age of fourteen and can get married. Now, many people have come to propose marriage and want to marry Teng Qingyu. Not only people from outside the village, but also from the village.

After all, the Teng clan is a clan with a history of over a thousand years. In history, there have been difficult days of migration. For the sake of clan inheritance, cousins ​​and cousins ​​get married.

Now the life of the Teng clan is stable, and usually you can get married as long as there is no blood relationship within three generations.

"Qingyu, where is Dad?" Teng Qingshan asked.

"It's on the weapon shop." Qingyu said.

"Go and call your father back." Teng Qingshan instructed, "Hey, I know." Qingyu immediately ran to the weapons shop. Teng Qingshan walked towards the house with a cloth bag.

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For a moment, in the main hall of Teng Qingshan’s house.

Teng Yongfan, Teng Qingshan and Teng Yunlong gathered here, and Teng Yongfan immediately tied the door of the main hall.

"Qingshan, what have you changed from your seven pounds and two ounces of purple cold iron?" Teng Yunlong was also a little excited.

Teng Qingshan looked at his grandfather in surprise, and his father Teng Yongfan on the side smiled and said, "Qingshan, after you went to Yicheng, I'll talk to your grandfather. Your grandfather is so happy. His grandson is so great that he can fight with the dragon. Haha, it's just that you are so reckless, your grandfather is very unhappy. Fortunately, your grandfather agreed to help me build this weapon for you."

"Thank you grandpa." Teng Qingshan said immediately.

"Haha, I have been a blacksmith all my life. I can build a magic weapon and die without regrets." Teng Yunlong laughed cheerfully.

"Grandpa, look at it."

Teng Qingshan said as he uncovered the two cloth bags beside him, one of which was full of metal blocks of star-blocked steel, and the other bag was full of dazzling, shiny gold bars, and the gold bars were very eye-catching.

Teng Yunlong and Teng Yongfan took a breath, their eyes widening.

"This is 110 jin of star steel and 60 jin of gold!" Teng Qingshan said.

"Sixty kilograms of gold!" Teng Yunlong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and looked at Teng Yongfan next to him, "Yongfan, I have never seen so much gold like this in my life! Sixty kilograms are six hundred taels of gold! With this gold, my Tengjiazhuang will be at least a hundred years, and I am not afraid that there will be insufficient silver."

There are gold bars, one or two, and one or two big gold bars weighing one pound.

Such a large pile of gold bars is indeed eye-catching and touching.

"Seven pounds and two ounces of purple cold iron, exchange for so much star steel, gold, it's worth it!" Teng Yongfan also laughed.

"Use star rebar and purple cold iron to create a magic weapon. I never dare to dream of it!" Teng Yunlong's eyes shiny, "The best material for creating the star rebar and purple cold iron to create the best material for the gun head. There are probably not many people on the land of Jiuzhou that can surpass this long spear."

"Yongfan, I think we have a good rest today and will turn on the furnace early tomorrow morning!" Teng Yunlong said.

"Okay, master, all the things in the process of building this weapon are ready, just wait for the furnace to be turned on." Teng Yongfan also smiled.

...

The next morning.

The two doors in the front and back of the courtyard of the Weapons shop were closed. There were only three people in the Weapons shop - Teng Yunlong, Teng Yongfan, and Teng Qingshan. Teng Yongfan was the main one, and his grandfather Teng Yunlong was the auxiliary one. As for Teng Qingshan, he was a messenger. He had to do what his father and grandfather were busy with.

Teng Qingshan did all kinds of chores very quickly.

It was dark in a blink of an eye.

Teng Qingshan was standing at the back door.

"Qingshan, bring all these foods in." Mother Yuan Lan came here with a bamboo basket in her arms and handed the bamboo basket containing the food to Teng Qingshan.

"Yes." Teng Qingshan took it and smiled, "Mom, dad and I don't go back today. You just close the door and go to bed early, don't wait for us."

"Your father and your grandfather are really crazy. You can't sleep even if you build a weapon." Yuan Lan shook her head helplessly. She only knew that her man and her adoptive father were creating a weapon for Teng Qingshan. But she didn't know... Teng Qingshan's weapon was so amazing.

"Mom, dad and the others are also doing it for me. Okay, I'm going in." Teng Qingshan said to his mother with a smile, then entered the weapons shop and tied the door.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...

With sounds, the rhythmic ironstorm hits.

Teng Qingshan saw the appearance of his father wielding the hammer from the weapon shop. He usually made weapons very quickly, but Teng Qingshan’s weapon was different, so it was not difficult to build a gun rod. The most difficult thing was the gun head! After all, in terms of materials, this star rebar is easier to soften at high temperatures.

And the ten thousand years of cold iron is much more difficult.

This ten thousand-year-old cold iron is invincible, and it does not deform or melt under extremely high temperatures. It is extremely difficult to create a ten thousand-year-old cold iron. Even in Yicheng, it is difficult to find a weapon craftsman who can create a ten thousand-year-old cold iron.

However, Tengjiazhuang has been immersed in weapons construction for thousands of years and has unique experience. Although it is not very famous, its craftsmanship is indeed very high. Teng Yongfan and Teng Yunlong dare to build this gun, which is only sure. Teng Qingshan only saw that his grandfather Teng Yunlong often sprinkled some powder onto the cold iron for thousands of years.

Hissing ~~

Every time it is sprinkled, it produces extremely high temperatures, which slightly softens the part of the thousand-year-old cold iron.

"It's not easy to become a good weapon craftsman." Teng Qingshan didn't understand what he did to his father and grandfather.

The night passes and dawn comes.

Teng Yongfan and Teng Yunlong did not have a moment to rest, and their energy was entirely on weapons.

Another day passed.

It was getting dark.

"Haha...it's done." Teng Yongfan laughed and walked out of the weapons shop with a long spear. His grandfather Teng Yunlong, who was standing beside him, looked tired, but his eyes were full of excitement, and he also walked into the courtyard.

"Qingshan, look at this magic weapon created by your grandfather and I." Teng Yongfan handed the gun to Teng Qingshan with a confident look on his face.

Teng Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little excited. After taking this spear, the gun rod was cold and made people feel at ease. The gun rod of the spear was silver-gray, and the gun head was black, and it was paired with red tassels. At first glance, it looked very ordinary. The gun head was the same as the head of an ordinary iron gun, with a high spine and a thin tip, and a blood groove on the back.

Although the spear tip is black, it is very bright and can invisibly emit the light of the weapon's fire.

"Qingshan, this gun consumed nearly 100 kilograms of star-blast steel and eight kilograms of three liang of ten thousand years of cold iron. The total weight of the gun is 108 kilograms! The gun is nine feet and six inches long!" Teng Yunlong laughed and said, "This purple-light cold iron is really hard to train. It took almost eighteen hours to build this gun."

It took eighteen hours before the magic gun was finally refined.

"Hey, dad, grandpa, why is the gun barrel silver-gray? There is no star pattern visible?" Teng Qingshan was a little confused.

Star rebar itself is that bright silver color, not this plain silver grey color.

"This is just a few tricks." Teng Yongfan laughed, "Is it better to recognize that this is a spear made of Star Rebar?"

"Yes." Teng Qingshan nodded.

Otherwise, if you are surviving in this world, the gun rod of the star-bian steel will probably be coveted by others. It is better not to be seen. The purple halo can only be seen in darkness. Therefore, in daily life, ordinary people cannot find that the gun rod is made of ten thousand years of cold iron.

"The material of this spear is obtained by entering the Bihan Pond in Qingshan and entering the Bihan Pond for a lifetime." Teng Yunlong sighed, "Additionally, with the thousand-year iron-making craftsmanship of my Teng clan, this magic weapon was born."
Chapter completed!