Chapter 24: The God's Thoughts on the Origin "Hua Bin, what should we do?" Zhu Lu looked frightened and her tone was full of panic. Dai Huabin clenched his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging slightly: "Follow the arrangements of the academy. I will remember this shame. One day, hum..." His eyes were full of unwillingness and anger. Wang Yan didn't impeach Zhou Yi after all. After a whole day of classes, the remaining students in Class 1 were all silent and more honest than each other. Therefore, before explaining the problem to the college, Wang Yan had an in-depth conversation with Zhou Yi. He only put forward one condition, that is, he hoped to teach Class 1 with Zhou Yi until Class 1 graduated from the external college. Zhou Yi agreed without hesitation. "Nonsense. Zhou Yi, what can I say about you? The classes have just been divided, and you've made such a big fuss. Are you afraid that no one in the entire academy will recognize you? The freshmen you taught achieved the best results in the freshman assessment, and two of them have been specially approved to enter the inner courtyard. The academy is about to approve you to become a senior teacher, and you do this to me. You said you..." Du Weilun glared at Wang Yan and Zhou Yi who were standing in front of his desk with an angry face. His expression seemed a little distorted because of anger. Zhou Yi's expression remained calm: "This is my teaching method." "You——" Du Weilun was so angry that he wanted to let her pack up and leave right then and there. But he was not like Zhou Yi who acted impulsively after all, so he resisted the urge. Wang Yan quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "Director Du, please don't be angry. In fact, what Teacher Zhou did is not unreasonable. I also support Teacher Zhou's teaching method of strict teachers producing excellent students." With Wang Yan's persuasion, Du Weilun's expression finally eased a little. He raised his finger and pointed at Zhou Yi, looking very disappointed and said, "What can I say about you?" Zhou Yi's eyes remained calm, and she said unmoved: "Do you still need to tell me whether I am OK or not?" Du Weilun felt that if Zhou Yi stayed here for another second, he would be furious, so he quickly said, "Alright, both of you go out. Zhou Yi, I don't care how you make trouble. You have been in this class since freshman year. When Class 1 graduates, if you can't produce five inner court disciples besides Ye Qian and Gu Yuena, I will expel you."
If Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu, Wu Feng and Huang Chutian were still there, Wang Yan might not think this requirement was difficult, but now that these four core-level students are missing, he is unsure. Moreover, Ye Qian'an and Gu Yuena are not included in the list, so the standard has been greatly raised. But Zhou Yi showed no fear at all, and said in a firm tone: "It will be more, not less." After that, she turned around and left without hesitation. While Zhou Yi and Wang Yan were reporting to Du Weilun, Ye Qian also left Shrek Academy and headed towards the blacksmith shop he had already inquired about. He knew that since it was all for the purpose of improving strength, he had to find a way to make the battle armor in advance. Even if his strength could be improved a little bit, it would be worth it for him to learn forging. Shrek City is large in scale and has many blacksmith shops. Among them, Ye Qian'an has his eyes on a blacksmith named Siyuan. According to legend, there were three master blacksmiths in Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago, namely Titan of the Power Clan, Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, and Lou Gao, the president of the Blacksmith Association. Although a long ten thousand years have passed, fortunately, there are still some inheritances left, and Siyuan is the descendant of one of Lou Gao's disciples. The front of the blacksmith shop looked quite neat, with the signboard reading Siyuan Blacksmith Shop. As soon as Ye Qian walked to the door, a strong metallic smell hit him. He rang the doorbell, and soon the door opened, and a middle-aged man walked out. This middle-aged man was tall and had fair skin, giving people a natural sense of intimacy. "You're here." Siyuan's voice was deep and powerful, reaching Ye Qian'an's ears and even making him feel a little tinnitus. "Junior Ye Qian'an greets the master craftsman Siyuan." Ye Qian'an hurriedly bowed to the senior. "Come in." Siyuan nodded slightly. "Okay." Ye Qian responded and followed Siyuan into the forging room. There were all kinds of metal parts placed everywhere in the hall of the forging room. Siyuan did not stop at all and continued to walk inside. Ye Qianan did not dare to neglect and followed closely. Although the front door here is not big, the space inside is really not small. After passing through a corridor, Siyuan took Ye Qianan to a room with a workbench. Siyuan stopped, turned to look at Ye Qian, and asked, "Do you know what forging is?" Ye Qian thought for a moment and replied, "Forging is the process of repeatedly hammering and processing metal materials to give them better performance and form to meet various needs." Siyuan nodded slightly and said, "I have some basic knowledge. But forging is much more than that. Forging is not only about shaping metal, but also a process of communicating with the material and giving it soul. Every strike and every quenching is awakening the potential of the metal. Do you understand?" Ye Qi'an nodded solemnly and said respectfully, "Qi'an is grateful for your advice." Siyuan continued: "Then let me ask you, why do you want to learn forging?" Ye Qian'an looked determined and said without hesitation: "The juniors learn forging, firstly to improve their own strength, by making equipment by themselves to enhance their combat capabilities, and at the same time forging can also improve their physical strength and power." Siyuan stared at Ye Qian'an, and after a moment he said slowly: "It's a good idea, but this road is not easy to take. Are you mentally prepared?" Ye Qi'an answered without hesitation: "I have been prepared. No matter how difficult this road is, I will not back down."
Siyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Okay, in that case, let's start by getting to know the various metal materials." Siyuan walked to the workbench and picked up several pieces of different metals. "This is black gold, this is cold iron, and this is mithril..." Ye Qian'an listened attentively, his eyes fixed on the metals in Siyuan's hands, memorizing their characteristics firmly in his mind. After Siyuan finished explaining, he asked, "Do you remember it?" Ye Qian nodded vigorously: "Remember." Siyuan said, "This is your task for today." He pointed to the side. On the ground next to it, there was a metal platform about half a meter high, with a round metal block on it. Siyuan picked up two metal hammers from the side and handed them to Ye Qian'an, "See that round metal block? Use this pair of hammers to hit it two thousand times, one thousand times on each side, using all your strength." After saying that, he stuffed a pair of metal hammers into Ye Qian'an's hands, then sat aside and watched quietly. Ye Qian took a deep breath, held the hammer tightly with both hands, and walked to the metal block. He adjusted his breathing, then raised the hammer in his right hand high and smashed it hard against the metal block. "Bang!" A muffled sound was heard, and the metal block trembled slightly. Ye Qian did not stop, swinging the hammer left and right, two hundred times, three hundred times... His arms gradually ached, but he did not slow down at all. After five hundred times, sweat continued to drip like a stream, soaking the ground under his feet. Siyuan sat aside with a serious expression, but his eyes were always on Ye Qian'an. When Ye Qian'an finally finished striking one thousand times to the left and right, he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, gasping for breath. With Siyuan's rich experience in forging, he was certain, after just a few glances, that Ye Qian'an's strength was beyond that of ordinary people. Could this be the legendary gifted talent? Siyuan stood up, walked to Ye Qian'an, and said, "Not bad, being able to persevere proves that you have a certain amount of perseverance. However, this is just the beginning." "I understand, teacher." Ye Qian nodded vigorously. "From now on, you will be my disciple, Siyuan. I will do my best to make you a new generation of master craftsman. Come here at this time every day." Siyuan nodded with satisfaction and said to Ye Qian'an. After returning to Shrek Academy, during dinner, Gu Yuena clearly noticed that Ye Qian'an's hands were shaking. "Qian, what's wrong with your hand?" Gu Yuena asked puzzledly. Ye Qian shook his head and said, "I went to learn forging. Today I hammered nearly two thousand times with all my strength. My hands are a little out of control now." Gu Yuena looked puzzled and said, "Aren't you asking for trouble? You don't have enough time to practice now, and you have to learn forging. Won't your progress be even slower?" Ye Qian shook his head and said, "This is different. Nana, you will understand why I want to become a blacksmith in the future." …… The next day, the Wuhun Department's teaching department issued a notice that the first-year class one students Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu, Huang Chutian, and Wu Feng were transferred to class two to continue their studies. Undoubtedly, these students all lodged complaints, but Shrek Academy is Shrek Academy. No matter who you are, as long as you study here, you will be treated equally. The academy will give priority to respecting the teachers' decisions. Moreover, as Teacher Wang Yan said, although these students were expelled from the class, they will be kept after all. Moreover, for these core disciples, they are proud of their good talents, so it is not a bad thing to suffer this blow. After this incident, the atmosphere of the first-grade class changed dramatically, and there was a sense of panic. Although it cannot be said that everyone was trembling with fear when they saw Zhou Yi, at least no one dared to disobey Zhou Yi's orders. Wang Yan had to admire it. With just this commotion, the learning atmosphere of the first grade class immediately became the best among the classes he had taught. Study life became peaceful again, but this was the case for most students. For Ye Qian, every day was packed with activities. During the day, when attending classes in the Martial Soul Department, you only need to use your brain and learn the soul master's tactics, training methods, cooperation with each other, etc. under the guidance of the teacher. The time at noon will not be wasted. Ye Qian'an will practice with Gu Yuena for a while. This not only makes up for the time of practice, but also allows him to quickly adjust his state. Gu Yuena also really admires Ye Qian'an's high-intensity non-stop work.
As soon as school was over in the afternoon, Ye Qian went to Siyuan's blacksmith shop to learn from Siyuan. These two hours every day were the most tiring for him. In the blink of an eye, autumn turns to winter, winter turns to spring, and eight months have passed. Siyuan's forging teaching was extremely strict, and he also had extremely high expectations for his direct disciples, but what surprised him was that no matter how much pressure he put on Ye Qian'an, he could always complete the training he assigned to him very well, and he was very serious and meticulous, without any laziness at all. Forging is also divided into many levels. Generally speaking, it is called hundred forging. The so-called hundred forging means that every part of a part must be forged hundreds of times to complete. There is also a thousand forging for a higher level. The more times the metal is forged, the less impurities there will be. Of course, the metal must be good enough to withstand the pressure brought by a thousand forgings, and Ye Qian'an can barely complete a thousand forgings at present. What surprises Ye Qian'an is that the forging realm that the master craftsman Siyuan described to him is actually almost the same as that ten thousand years later. He skillfully pressed the button on the forging table, and the center of the forging table split open, revealing the forge underneath. Ye Qian'an fixed a piece of metal on the slot next to the forge, and pressed the button to send it into the forge. He picked up two shiny black hammers. They were tungsten steel hammers that Siyuan gave him as a gift to become his disciple after he came here. Each hammer weighed 150 kilograms, and it was difficult for ordinary people to swing it. But when Ye Qian'an held them in his hands, he felt as if they were nothing. Under the high temperature of the forge, the metal quickly turned red. Ye Qian'an clamped the metal out and quickly swung the tungsten steel hammer with both hands. A series of "ding-dong" sounds rang out, and a day of forging began. When Ye Qian'an first started learning, Siyuan told him that if he wanted to become a qualified blacksmith, he had to use his brain and judge the texture and characteristics of the metal itself through the recoil and changes in the metal during the hammering process. Only by mastering these could he truly forge a fine product. Half an hour later, when the last part was completed by hammering, Ye Qian let out a long breath and grabbed the towel beside him to wipe his sweat. He was used to forging, and swinging the hammer and hammering every day was a particularly refreshing way to vent. Moreover, sometimes he would enter a special state during the hammering process. This state was very strange, as if he was resonating with the metal being hammered and the hammer in his hand. Siyuan first walked to the forging table and looked at Ye Qian'an's work, nodded, and said: "Xiao An, I have to say that you are the most talented blacksmith I have ever seen. With your powerful strength, you are born with the potential to become a master craftsman." Ye Qian smiled modestly and said, "Thank you for your praise, teacher. Without your careful teaching, I would not have made such progress today." Siyuan patted Ye Qian'an on the shoulder and said, "But don't be complacent. Next, you will try more complex forging tasks, and the difficulty will be greatly increased." Ye Qian'an's eyes were firm, and he responded: "Teacher, I'm ready." …… (End of this chapter)