legend of minecraft hero

Six years later.

A little boy with brown skin was cutting wheat in a paddy field, and the scythe in his hand rose and fell from time to time.He collected the bundles of wheat and made them into bales of hay on the workbench.The boy lifted the hay bales and carried them to a corner of the paddy field.After finishing this, the boy sat down beside the hay bales, wiped off his sweat, picked up the hoe beside him, and continued working.Loosening the soil, planting seeds, watering, fertilizing, weeding, catching insects, the boy did it over and over again.

"Steve," a middle-aged man in black cloth and a straw hat shouted to the boy beside the rice field, "Come here!"

"Okay." Hearing this, Steve immediately put down the scythe in his hand, stopped what he was doing, and ran towards the man, asking as he ran, "Dad, what's the matter?"

"You don't have to work now, farming is not suitable for you." Father patted Steve's head and said kindly.

"So what kind of job is right for me?" Steve asked.

"Strike the iron!" Father's face became serious, and then he turned and left the rice field, saying as he walked, "Come with me!"

Steve froze for a moment, then understood his father's intention: "Father is going to teach me something new!" So he followed.

The father and son walked through the woods and came to a wooden house.

It was a simple house with cobwebs hanging on the walls because it hadn't been cleaned for many years. My father took out an iron sword, cut off the cobwebs, and then opened the door forcefully.Entering the house, a layer of spider web was broken by the father with brute force.Dust filled the air, making Steve sneeze.Father cleaned the house briefly, walked to a table, and said solemnly to Steve: "Steve, come here!"

Hearing this, Steve walked over immediately.

The father took out a hammer and put it on the table, then leaned over and held the bellows of the forging table, started to light the fire, and said while pulling the bellows: "Our historian used to be a family of blacksmiths, and we have businesses all over the human race. Don. But since that time... oh..."

"That time?" Steve asked puzzled, "Which time?"

"1 years ago," my father's expression became serious, "the battle of the gods, we call it 'the great war'. In that war, Herobrine, one of the two creator gods, rebelled and renamed him, Open the end portal to summon endermen and end dragons to attack the human world. Herobrine's brother, another creator god notch, leads the gods and hi to defeat.

"Him summoned more than 300 ender dragons and let them sweep the human empire. The Qingshan City where our historian's headquarters is located, which is the imperial city and the imperial capital of the sky three thousand miles away from the battlefield, has also been affected. One of the regions was destroyed by the Ender Dragon, and the headquarters of our historian happened to be in it... If it hadn't been for the arrival of the Heavenly King, the entire imperial capital would have been destroyed..." Father said, eyes unexpectedly All ooze tears.

"After the headquarters was destroyed, all the branches of our historian were also burned down by the dragon breath spit out by the ender dragon. There was no way, our patriarch abandoned the management hall with the remaining clansmen and began to flee. During this period, hundreds of clansmen Died tragically among the rebellious army, even the patriarch died under the breath of the ender dragon...Only our ancestor escaped and survived under the protection of the ten elders at that time."

"After the great war, our historian family went into decline. Most of the clan members died in order to guard the branch. Even the legendary blacksmith Smith at that time died tragically on the front line of the battle against the Ender Dragon...

"The ancestor was only ten years old at the time. Eight of the ten elders were seriously injured, and two of them died. He escaped to the Yunshui Province of the Human Empire and survived the war in a small village. Later, the world was in chaos. The empire was divided, and the distant ancestors took the young Taizu to escape the war and fled to natuiful in the west where there were less wars. Since then, our family has lived in this small village."

After listening to his father's words, Steve was also dejected. He never thought that his family would have such a sad and bleak history, so he couldn't help sighing.

"Don't be sad." Father wiped away his tears, suddenly became optimistic, and said, "Although we are dying, the blacksmith craftsmanship of our historian still exists in the world. Look!" After finishing speaking, he took out an iron ingot and used The tongs were clamped and placed on the forging table for high-temperature sintering.When the iron ingot turned from pitch black to red, my father grabbed it with tongs, quickly put it on the blacksmithing table, held the hammer, lifted it high, and smashed it down heavily.

"Clang—" With a loud hammering sound, the hammer had already hit the iron ingot, knocking it flat.

"The first hammer is the final word. This is the basis of forging iron. You have to feel the quality of the iron ingot with your heart. If it is good, forge it with your heart. If it is bad, make it better. A good piece of iron is not simply forged It comes out, but you feel it with your heart. As a blacksmith, you have to understand this. Now, you cast the second hammer." After the father said, he put the hammer on the table, stepped aside, and turned to Steve. The husband winked.

Steve hurried forward, grabbed the handle of the hammer, and lifted the handle up vigorously, trying to lift the hammer, but he couldn't shake the hammer in any way.

"Strong, a blacksmith cannot lift his hammer, then he is not a blacksmith!" said the father sternly.

Steve couldn't lift the hammer with one hand, so he had to use two.This time, with all his might, he barely lifted the hammer, and smashed it on the crushed iron ingot.

"Clang!" A sonorous and forceful voice sounded, but the iron ingot did not change much.

"That's right," his father nodded, stepped forward and pushed Steve away, and said, "Unfortunately, it's too late." After that, he raised the hammer high and stayed in the air for a few breaths, It was only then that it was smashed down hard.

"Boom—" There was an explosion sound in the whole room, and ripples of energy centered on the iron ingot spread outward.Even the air couldn't hold back such a huge energy, and he couldn't help trembling.

"The second hammer is to strengthen and oppress. You must remember that when striking iron, you must be careful with each hammer, and you must hit each hammer accurately. You must be precise and meticulous. If you hit the wrong position, it will cause iron If you want to forge the deformed iron into a fine tool, it will be difficult.

"Secondly, the force of the hammer must be strong. Only your strength plus the strength of the hammer can hammer the iron. Only by shaking the iron can you hammer out exquisite tools. Your strength just now is just a good first hammer. It is just to lay the foundation of forging well, and it is very difficult to hit the second hammer and the third hammer when you go up. This hammer has a single handle of at least one hundred catties, and its strength plus your strength is no more than 150 pounds. About [-] catties, how much iron do you think can be hammered with one hammer?" The father asked back.

"Less than thirty catties." Steve thought for a while and said.

"En." Father nodded immediately, "Our historian's standard for blacksmiths is that they can easily lift a three-hundred-jin hammer, and it must reach at least four hundred catties with one hammer. But you are still far behind in this respect. We Divide blacksmiths into ten levels, from low to high: craftsman, scholar craftsman, master craftsman, spirit craftsman, king craftsman, emperor craftsman, master craftsman, respected craftsman, saint craftsman, emperor craftsman, and god craftsman. And you are not yet Dip a little side of the artisan.

"My name is Shijiesi, and I am a respected craftsman. Ten years ago, I could lift a hammer of [-] jin per ton, and one hammer could reach [-] jin of [-] ton. Probably you have heard of "Le Hammer" Venerable Craftsman "That's the title, that's my title ten years ago." Shijiesi said lightly.

"Then why doesn't father forge any more?" Steve asked puzzled.

"Don't ask this. Of course, I won't answer if you ask. Now you know that it's not good at all." Shijiesi suddenly became serious, clenched his fists with both hands, and let go after a while, said.

Steve nodded obediently, and didn't ask any more questions, but secretly said in his heart: "Father, there must be some difficulties!"

"Okay," said Shijisi, "I will now teach you the superficial truth of blacksmithing."