C9 [training]

"Come, have some water first."

Chiu Qiang went up and handed a cup of water to Zhang Ping.

After Zhang Ping finished drinking the water, he smiled and said, "Not bad, I originally thought that you wouldn't be able to hold on. It seems like the school has misjudged you. With your current performance, it is more than enough for you to enter the Top Three."

"By the way, Uncle Qiang, everyone has always called the Patrol party and the Investigation team as the Top Three. But what is the name of the third organization?" At this moment, Zhang Ping raised his head and could not help but ask the question that he had been holding back for so many days.

Chiu Qiang was stunned for a moment, then he spread out his hands and said, "I don't know. In any case, Pearl City has always been called this way from the past until now. Everyone calls it the Top Three, and everyone knows that there is another organization besides the Patrol party and the Investigation team. But what is the name of this organization and what does it do? Everyone doesn't know."

"So mysterious," Zhang Ping said in surprise.

Originally, he thought that the original owner was only focused on training, so he was not interested in the details. That was why he did not know what the third organization was.

Now he knew that it turned out that everyone did not know.

"Alright, don't care what the name of the third organization is. It's just a secret department similar to the assassination team. Have you had enough rest? If you have, then come and see what color your first work is." Chiu Qiang did not continue this topic, but turned the topic back to forging.

Zhang Ping nodded and stood up from the ground, his gaze falling on the mold.

He glanced at Chiu Qiang. Chiu Qiang indicated that he would personally open it, so he reached out and pulled the switch. The mold slowly opened, and a black and silver knife appeared in front of the two of them.

Silver?

Zhang Ping frowned when he saw that the color was not right. He then looked at Chiu Qiang.

"As expected, it failed."

Chiu Qiang was not surprised. He smiled and went up to pick up the knife.

The shape of the knife was no different from the Pearl Knife. The only difference was that there were many silver threads on the blade. The silver threads were not evenly distributed, and they did not have the beauty of the red pattern on the Pearl Knife.

He held the knife and walked to the test bench. He first changed to a test stone, then he raised the knife and hacked.

The knife flashed, and the stone did not crack. Instead, there was a crisp sound from the knife. Then, the knife broke into two pieces, and the tip of the knife fell on a large magnet not far away.

"Take care of it." Chiu Qiang threw the broken knife to Zhang Ping and said.

Zhang Ping looked at the fracture of the knife and found that there was also a large amount of silver threads inside the knife. The silver threads were entangled with a kind of red thread. Because there was no pattern, the entire knife was like a hollow tree trunk.

"It should be because the stirring and kneading were not done well, and the materials did not really merge into one." Zhang Ping looked at it and thought to himself.

He silently summarized his mistake.

Actually, the main reason was that the stove was too hot.

He squatted beside the stove and felt like he was a pig being roasted. If he was left to roast for a little longer, perhaps he would be able to emit the fragrance of roasted meat.

Also, his strength.

His strength was actually quite lacking, so it was very difficult for him to knead the dough. He was far from being as light as Uncle Qiang.

After packing up his things, he walked to Chiu Qiang's side and sat down.

"If you're tired, then take a rest."

Chiu Qiang smiled and said when he saw Zhang Ping looking exhausted.

When he first learned the Forging Technique of Dough, he was even more unbearable than Zhang Ping. He didn't even complete the first step. Later on, he only slowly grasped the trick under Liu Tiefeng's pressure.

After that, he explained the mistakes that Zhang Ping made during the forging process in detail. This was even more detailed than Zhang Ping's own summary. After Zhang Ping listened to it, he did a little comparison with the forging process just now. Sure enough, he had a lot of gains.

"Right, Uncle Qiang, I just forged a failure. How much did I lose?" Zhang Ping thought of the price of the ingot and could not help but ask.

Chiu Qiang sighed and said, "About 60,000 yuan."

"…"

When Zhang Ping heard this, his heart turned cold.

Even if he sold it, he wouldn't be able to afford it.

"Hahahaha, you really believe it? Don't worry, it's not as expensive as you think. I'll tell you how to deal with it when I have more waste materials." Chiu Qiang saw Zhang Ping's pale face and immediately laughed.

However, happiness came with sorrow. Liu Tiefeng's tobacco pipe landed on Chiu Qiang's head, and he immediately covered his head with his hands.

"Cocky Qiang, where did this brat come from? His talent is almost on par with Dashan. Oh right, where did Dashan go?" Liu Tiefeng asked. However, as he spoke, he became muddle-headed. His eyes drooped down, and he seemed to be in a daze.

Chiu Qiang looked at him and sighed slightly. Then, he patted Zhang Ping's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Take good care of Uncle Liu. I still have something to do, so I'll be leaving first."

"Yes." Zhang Ping nodded.

Chiu Qiang stood up. He wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he was still worried. Thus, he left behind a lot of things. After talking for more than ten minutes, he reluctantly left the Iron Soul.

In the shop, the fire was still burning.

Zhang Ping sat down and rested. From time to time, he would glance at Liu Tiefeng.

In his previous life, he had been a volunteer at a nursing home for a period of time. Therefore, he knew how to take care of the old people.

"Grandpa Liu, come, have some water."

Zhang Ping stood up and walked to the back of the counter. He poured a cup of water and carefully handed it to Liu Tiefeng.

However, Liu Tiefeng did not pay attention to Zhang Ping. Instead, he lowered his head and smoked.

A few minutes later, Liu Tiefeng raised his head and looked at Zhang Ping. He said calmly, "Alright, put down the cup. That brat has already gone far."

"Uh …" Zhang Ping blinked his eyes. He felt that something was wrong with Liu Tiefeng.

Liu Tiefeng sighed and said, "Alright, I'm not sick. I know very well that Dashan most likely met with misfortune."

"Then you?"

Zhang Ping placed the cup on the table and looked at Liu Tiefeng in surprise.

The main reason was that Liu Tiefeng's acting skills were too good. When he first met Liu Tiefeng, Liu Tiefeng did indeed look like he was in a daze.

"I am very clear about Dashan's strength. Qiang wants to investigate Dashan's whereabouts, but I'm worried that he will also meet with misfortune, so I can only pretend to be dumb and let him have no time to take the risk," Liu Tiefeng said slowly.

Although he really wanted to find out who killed his son, he did not want Chiu Qiang to take the risk. He already had no son, so he was even more unwilling to see his old comrade's son gone.

Zhang Ping thought for a moment and understood why Liu Tiefeng pretended to be sick. He could not help but ask, "Then Uncle Qiang won't take the risk now?"

"No, that kid will be like a tortoise once he has something to worry about. He won't easily seek death." Liu Tiefeng smiled bitterly.

He knew Chiu Qiang's personality better than anyone else.

Although Chiu Qiang usually looked carefree, he was actually very meticulous. This was also the reason why Chiu Qiang was able to survive until now.

When he opposed Chiu Qiang becoming an adventurer, Chiu Qiang agreed verbally, but when he turned around, he ran away. When he came back, he was already covered in wounds, but he had become mature and capable.

At that time, he knew that verbal persuasion was unable to stop Chiu Qiang from doing what he wanted.

Therefore, he chose to pretend to be sick this time.

Only in this way would Chiu Qiang, who was worried, not take the risk so easily.

"Grandpa Liu, aren't you afraid that I will tell Uncle Qiang?" Zhang Ping couldn't help but ask when he heard that.

Liu Tiefeng looked at Zhang Ping and asked, "Then do you know how to do it?"

"No," Zhang Ping said.

Liu Tiefeng smiled and said, "That's it."

Alright.

Zhang Ping felt as if he had been seen through.

"However, Qiangzi is right. You are very talented in forging, but Qiangzi doesn't know how to teach others. Also, he is not particularly interested in forging, so there are a lot of loopholes. In the next few days, I will teach you the true forging technique." Liu Tiefeng spat out a mouthful of smoke and looked at Zhang Ping as he spoke seriously.

This skill was originally not considered to be a secret, but it was the foundation of the Liu family's unique skill.

Originally, all of this had already been passed down to his son, but something happened to him.

Liu Tiefeng could not bear to lose his skill. This was the foundation of humanity. If it was lost in his generation, he would be ashamed of his ancestors and the entire human race. Therefore, he had to think of a way to pass it down.

He had originally planned to write the secret technique into a secret book, but when Zhang Ping forged, he realized that he had a better choice.

The next day.

Zhang Ping woke up at around four o'clock. Looking at the scenery outside the window, he realized that he had already left the dormitory.

When he came out of his room, he found that Liu Tiefeng woke up even earlier than him.

Liu Tiefeng sat on the chair in the living room and stared at a sword not far away. When he saw Zhang Ping come out, he said, "Alright, follow me."

With that, he got up and went upstairs.

The third floor was Liu Dashan's workshop. It was mainly used for weapon processing, such as embedding special materials, gems, or re-designing scabbards and sheaths.

Liu Tiefeng brought Zhang Ping to the workbench and asked Zhang Ping to take out the flour first. Then, he taught Zhang Ping how to knead the dough.

This time, he was really kneading the dough!

Liu Tiefeng skillfully kneaded the dough with both hands and said with a smile, "Actually, Qiang Zi had already started kneading when he was young, so he might not have realized that the foundation of kneading is actually kneading. However, he has been practicing it since he was young, so he has already mastered it. As long as he has enough strength, it will naturally happen. However, if you don't have a foundation, you can only take shortcuts."

As he spoke, he placed many iron balls of different sizes into the dough and quickly kneaded it. Finally, the dough and the iron balls merged together. From the outside, it was impossible to tell that there were a lot of iron balls in the dough.

"Now, you come. Put on the eyepatch first and then knead the iron balls in the dough." Liu Tiefeng moved aside and said to Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping nodded. After putting on the eyepatch, he placed his hands on the dough. He found that the dough was very tight. Obviously, Liu Tiefeng had tried his best to make the dough feel like it was made of the forging material.

He carefully kneaded the dough and found that after he put on the eyepatch, the texture of the dough became very clear. He quickly peeled the iron balls out of the dough.

However, this process was not 100% accurate.

Some of the doughs felt like iron balls.

He did not know how Liu Tiefeng did it, but it did cause him a lot of trouble.