Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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Identify the problem, solve it, and avoid similar issues in the future.

Humanity has grown step by step, eventually becoming the most brilliant offspring in nature.

Ling Yi's problem wasn't major; it was merely due to Master Jiang's lack of skill, leading to a poor foundation.

For ordinary apprentices, such an issue might require considerable effort to correct bad habits, as muscle memory plays a significant role in forging.

According to some of Ling Yi's past life's theories, it takes twenty-one days to form a habit, ninety days to solidify it, but much longer to break a bad one.

But for Ling Yi, it took just one time.

Yes, not a month, not a week, not a day, just one time!

When Fifth Brother Wang Meng demonstrated the standard forging techniques, passed down through generations of blacksmiths from the Metal Capital, Gengxin City, on the Douluo Continent, Ling Yi awkwardly mimicked them once. Then...

Every subsequent movement he made with the small forging hammer was perfect!

This scene could be likened to the Soul Master world's 'Kakashi's Sharingan Copying Waterfall Technique,' 'Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill + Supreme Moving Heaven Technique Learning Dragon Claw Technique,' or 'Wukong Instantly Learning Kamehameha'...

Wang Meng was shocked by Ling Yi's learning speed. After taking a deep breath, he continued:

"Xiao Yi, what I just demonstrated to you are the standard techniques I reviewed with Master over the past two days.

However, because everyone's height, build, arm length, and hand size differ, you need to adapt these standard techniques to what feels most comfortable for you.

Jiang Kai, who taught you the basics of forging, learned the same way, as did we, his apprentices. Each person's situation is different, and if you don't understand the core principles of certain movements and rush to alter them, it can lead to counterproductive results..."

"Many of Master's students learned how to forge but didn't systematically learn how to teach their own apprentices the craft—"

"Even among us twelve, it was only after we became advanced blacksmiths and hit a plateau in our skills that Master taught us how to instruct others. Through teaching, we reviewed old knowledge and gained new insights, leading to new understandings..."

Wang Meng's words revealed the depth of the General Blacksmith Association's heritage from the Metal Capital, Gengxin City, giving Ling Yi a new perspective on the blacksmith profession.

It must be said that at first, the blacksmith profession was merely a tool to Ling Yi.

Even if one became a Divine Blacksmith, what difference would it make?

In the original timeline, Lou Gao, one of the 'Three Divine Blacksmiths,' was the president of the General Blacksmith Association and a Soul Saint, yet he often found himself at a disadvantage before various powerful factions.

And the other two Divine Blacksmiths?

One was the Clan Leader of the Strength Clan, Titan, a Soul Douluo; the other was Tang Hao, the Young Master of the Heavenly Sky Sect, a prodigy with the potential to inherit the name 'Huatian Douluo.'

Which of these two was known primarily as a Divine Blacksmith?

Being a Divine Blacksmith was just a decorative label among their many identities.

But now, through Wang Meng's introduction, Ling Yi suddenly realized that the legacy of blacksmithing, specifically from the Metal Capital, Gengxin City, was so profound and substantial that it rivaled a well-organized, tiered martial arts sect.

"Clang—!"

A low,闷沉的声音响起, Wang Meng held his specialized large forging hammer and struck a man-sized black iron ingot, explaining:

"Xiao Yi, this is your next practice task: hammer it down to one-third its current size..."

"One-third?" Ling Yi nodded at Wang Meng, showing he understood.

"Huff—"

Ling Yi stepped on the foot pedal of the bellows, causing the flames to surge, raising the temperature in the furnace. As the bottom of the iron ingot turned slightly red, he immediately grasped the long-handled tongs and turned the ingot to ensure it was evenly heated and softened.

At a certain moment, Ling Yi clamped the red-hot iron ingot onto the anvil and began hammering with the small forging hammer.

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

The large blacksmith shop was filled with the rhythmic sounds of metal striking metal, echoing out into the street.

By now, the sky was bright, and the streets were bustling with people. Some turned their heads curiously at the sound, while others took it in stride, displaying a variety of reactions.

More than half an hour later, with a slightly muffled clang, Ling Yi put down the forging hammer, drenched in sweat, his breathing heavy.

After all, he was just a seven-year-old child, and even with the nourishment of soul power, his meager third-level soul power was clearly insufficient to support his entire body.

Forging wasn't just about arm strength. Under the careful guidance of Master Jiang and Fifth Brother Wang Meng, Ling Yi's movements involved his feet, calves, waist, back muscles, and arms, all working together to release the force through the forging hammer.

At the same time, he had to endure the counterforce from hammering the iron ingot, which was extremely tiring.

Half an hour of continuous hammering left not only Ling Yi exhausted but also Wang Yao, a thirteen-year-old boy, unable to keep up.

The two exchanged a smile, glanced at their three older brothers who were still diligently working, and then Wang Yao led Ling Yi to the resting area in the corner, trembling as he poured them both a cup of warm, lightly salted water.

"Sir, if you need fifty forged long swords, I suggest you order them from the Gao Family Blacksmith Shop at the end of the street..."

At this moment, Wang Meng's words caught Ling Yi's and Wang Yao's attention.

The well-built middle-aged man near the entrance frowned, displeased: "Master Wang, since I've come to you, it's because I trust your skills. Who would turn away customers and business—!"

"Sir~" Wang Meng's face showed a hint of helplessness as he explained gently: "It's not that I'm turning you away, but our shop's orders are already booked for next month. You mentioned that you need these long swords urgently, by the end of the month..."

"I can pay more!" The well-built middle-aged man waved his hand, interrupting.

Wang Meng's helplessness deepened: "Sir, this isn't about money, it's unnecessary~"

The well-built middle-aged man: "I..."

Before he could offer more money, Wang Meng quickly continued: "Sir, the fifty forged long swords you need are well within the capabilities of Gao Qiang, the owner of the Gao Family Blacksmith Shop. Gao Qiang also learned his craft from my master and became a mid-level blacksmith seven or eight years ago. The last time I met him, he was just a step away from becoming an advanced blacksmith..."

"A step away is still a step away—!" The well-built middle-aged man grumbled, still dissatisfied.

Wang Meng smiled and pointed to his three sons, who were still hammering away despite being drenched in sweat: "Sir, to be honest, even if our shop took your order, the fifty-forge tools would be made by my sons..."

"Your sons?" The well-built middle-aged man frowned.

"Yes!" Wang Meng nodded, a proud expression on his face: "Except for the youngest, the eldest and second eldest are already mid-level blacksmiths. They usually handle orders below eighty forges in the shop..."

As the well-built middle-aged man left, heading towards the end of the street, Wang Meng turned to Ling Yi and his fourth son, Wang Yao, in the resting area, and walked over, his voice reaching them before his person: "Xiao Yi, Ah Yao, were there any movements during the forging that felt awkward—?"

I won't take a nap at noon, will continue writing to ensure tomorrow's update.

(End of Chapter)