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Yannian was selecting materials, and Ying Xing watched carefully, but did not dare to make eye contact with Yannian.

Time passed minute by minute, and Ying Xing began to imagine again.

Since the eldest brother is deliberately bullying him to train him.

But why did you take his drawings without mercy? Aren’t you afraid that he can’t draw a better one?

If it weren't for that candlelight, he would have been kicked out of the factory by now. Could it be that -

The eldest brother's trust in him had reached a terrifying level, or perhaps the warm and blazing candlelight was actually lit by the eldest brother.

Accompanied by a sneer, Ying Xing regained consciousness.

"Stupid, can you be distracted by this?"

"No wonder your hands-on skills are such a mess. You can't even observe. Well, the time of short-lived species is limited. It won't last more than a hundred years."

"It's just a futile struggle."

Yannian snorted coldly.

Pulling the bellows, the fire in the furnace boiled. Yannian stared at the crystal, observing the color changes and judging the temperature.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Ying Xing stared at him without blinking. His usual forging teacher didn't bother to explain the details and methods of forging to him, nor would he clear his confusion.

He could only explore on his own, and therefore took many detours.

According to Teacher Tao Ran, the senior brother's forging skills have reached the "Gongzheng" level, and this is a rare opportunity to observe.

He must remember the senior brother's techniques firmly, imitate and reflect on them, and finally create a path that suits him.

"Pick the material, burn it, and constantly turn it over to soften it. Observe the color of the flame to determine the degree of heating, and then forge it quickly."

"Dark red, deep red, orange-red, pure orange, kumquat, golden yellow, golden white... Different colors correspond to different temperatures."

Yannian quickly picked up the crystal and placed it on the anvil. His eyes fixed, and he flipped the hammer in his hand and struck it rhythmically, as fast as an afterimage.

Unique hammering technique, each hammer strike is precise and powerful.

The iron block made a crisp sound, and for some reason, Ying Xing felt that he vaguely heard the faint cry of a phoenix, coupled with the actions of the eldest brother and the rhythmic sound.

To describe it in one sentence, it's like composing a piece of opera.

Can forging be so elegant?

Different from those teachers.

Ying Xing was so fascinated that before he could react, a snake-shaped spear tip had taken shape. After the quenching and tempering were completed, Yannian put down the hammer with a calm expression.

"I wasn't in good shape today and made a piece of garbage."

"Well, this is already a peak you will never reach in your lifetime."

Yannian spoke sarcastically, walked up to Yingxing, and felt that it was not vicious enough, so he snatched Yingxing's drawings and tore them to pieces.

"I've already mentioned it. Please draw a better one. The design is obviously unreasonable and prone to errors."

"The Complete Record of Immortal Boat Weapons is a must-read. I've subsidized you with a large sum of money, Xiao Yingxing, so don't be reluctant to spend it."

"Life is short, who can say for sure?"

Ying Xing lowered his head, his eyes trembling.

The senior brother also gave him a subsidy, no wonder he had a huge amount of money, enough for him to spend for a long time.

But why do we say that life is short? This sentence does not apply to the immortal species at all. Is the eldest brother pitying him?

After feeling depressed for a moment, Ying Xing looked up and found Yannian with his hands behind his back, about to leave.

"Big Brother," Ying Xing called out hurriedly.

"What are you doing?" Yannian tilted his head with an indifferent tone.

It was really strange. Even though he tore up his homework, Ying Xing didn't yell at him like usual.

Even a little bit - obedient.

Is he really addicted to being bullied? Is he calling him because he thinks he hasn't been bullied enough?

"I want to borrow the design assignments from Senior Brother's previous classes to observe." Ying Xing reached out and tugged at the corner of Yannian's clothes, his eyes full of hope.

Since the senior brother trusts him, he must study harder and live up to the senior brother's expectations.

Yannian's eyelids twitched. His attitude was already so bad, why did Ying Xing think he would agree? Were their brains really on the same channel?

"How can you be so confident that I will give you my homework to review? Let go!"

"I feel sick when you touch me." Yannian waved his hand to push Ying Xing away, frowned slightly, and narrowed his eyes.

Ying Xing fell to the ground, but he didn't get angry. He immediately stood up and followed Yannian.

Yannian speeds up, and Yingxing speeds up.

"Big Brother, I'll just watch it for one night, okay?"

"I promise not to get it dirty, please—"

"Please, senior brother." Ying Xing walked to Yannian, with his hands in his pockets, looking shy and his eyes wandering.

Yannian's expression was cold, with a hint of anger surging in the depths of his black eyes. He stopped, grabbed Ying Xing by the collar, and scolded, "Didn't you understand what I said?"

"What? I haven't beaten you in a few days. Is your memory bad?"

"Do you need me to help you recall the pain in your body again?" Yannian clenched his fist and waved it threateningly. A strong gust of wind passed in front of Ying Xing's eyes.

Crack, and a big hole appeared in the wall next to it.

Ying Xing's body was stiff and he had great strength.

Seeing Ying Xing silent, Yannian let go with satisfaction.

"There are so many people here, it's definitely not possible to be direct. There will inevitably be gossip. Let me think about it—"

"Make a copy, bind it into a book, disguise it as some other book, and secretly put it in your room tonight."

"The next day I deliberately took out my own drawings to prove that they were not lost. I don't know who copied them, just to disgust me."

"Go away. Teacher Tao Ran has been checking closely lately. You should be thankful, otherwise, you would already be in Dandingsi." Yannian turned around and left coldly.

Ying Xing watched Yannian leave with eager eyes. From what his eldest brother said, it was embarrassing for him to come to his house in the middle of the night. After all, his house was really simple.

The students passing by on both sides couldn't help but sneer when they saw this.

"You still want to cling to the elder brother's thigh, you really overestimate your own abilities."

"Everyone knows that the eldest brother hates short-lived people the most. Of course, we hate them too."

"Senior Brother." Ying Xing ignored those remarks, looked at Yannian's back, murmured softly, and couldn't help but reveal a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Left my hometown and came here.

I never thought that one day he would be able to smile from the bottom of his heart.

Or the person he once hated the most.

Although in the eyes of others, he is now like a madman.

But who made him the only one who could hear the eldest brother's thoughts?

Returning to the room, Ying Xing recalled the figure of his senior brother forging and tried hard to imitate him until the other apprentices went home one after another and he was the only one left in the area.

"Judging the temperature by the color of the flame, okay."

“Why can’t I hit that kind of rhythm?”

"There are such beautiful moves." Ying Xing picked up the snake-shaped gun head left by his senior brother, and his senior brother's personal demonstration flashed through his mind over and over again.

"It turns out that you still need to exercise regularly."

Ying Xing wiped the gun tip, put it in his arms, gripped the small hammer tightly, and made up his mind that he would also forge a gun tip of such quality.

After forging for a while, until he was exhausted, Ying Xing packed up and went home.

After returning home and quickly washing up, Ying Xing did not rest immediately. Instead, he read a few books and thought about the new design for a while. Then he went to bed, covered himself with the quilt, and slept on his side.

Although he was extremely tired, Ying Xing subconsciously stayed awake.

Because the eldest senior brother said he would come in the evening, Ying Xing felt inexplicably nervous and could only close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Time passed with the sound of ticking, and then there was a click, as if the wind had blown open the window.

"have you slept?"

A familiar voice lingered in his ears, and Ying Xing paused for a moment.

"Hmm? My breathing rhythm is messed up. This is... a nightmare. I need to wake up. Something's wrong. Hold still!"

With such keen observation, Ying Xing adjusted his breathing and pretended to be in deep sleep, but the more he tried to adjust it, the more chaotic it became, and finally he felt like he was suffocating.

"This up and down, light and heavy breathing, is it a sudden illness?"

"My heart rate is also very fast."

On the windowsill, Yannian turned into the bird before, counting Yingxing's breathing. As an assassin, it was extremely sensitive to these things, especially in the dark night.

Pushing open the window, Yannian flew to Yingxing's desk with the book in his mouth, placed the book on the drawing, and then looked at Yingxing motionlessly.

Ying Xing's heart was beating fast, and he felt a pair of overly passionate gazes behind him.

Is this the eldest brother coming in?

Why are there no footsteps?

Coming closer!

There was a rustling sound and Ying Xing closed his eyes tightly.

Suddenly, a slender hand stroked his forehead, then his neck, as if checking his condition.

Is this the hand of the eldest brother?

Why does it feel... a little bigger? Ying Xing was puzzled.

"I'm fine. I probably had a nightmare. Use some calming incense."

Yannian withdrew his hand and sat on the edge of the bed. Ying Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and saw only a strand of red hair passing by in front of his eyes. The next second, he fell into darkness.