Chapter 395: Old blacksmith
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"Grandpa Rich."
Outside the rich man's house, Nan Xin knocked on the door outside and yelled politely.
After a while, no one came out of it.
Nan Xin smiled apologetically at Zhang Yifeng: "The rich man's ears are a little unpleasant, let's go in and look for him directly."
Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "Then go in first."
The door was locked, but this could not bother the two warriors, and the two directly jumped in.
What you see is a large courtyard with a furnace and several forging tables.
It can be seen that when this yard is at its peak, there must be many blacksmiths.
But at the moment, only one old man sat in the entire yard.
"He is the rich old man?"
Even if Zhang Yifeng knew that the rich man was a bit old, Zhang Yifeng was still a little surprised when he saw the rich man himself.
Is this a bit older? It's too old at all, OK!
The rich old man has white hair, wrinkled face and muddy eyes. He is completely a dying old man. No wonder the group of warriors want to forge weapons so crazy, this is because he is afraid that the rich man will die by accident.
At this moment Zhang Yifeng was thinking, can this old man still be able to handle the forging hammer?
After Zhang Yifeng and Nan Xin came in, they didn't speak, and the old man didn't seem to notice it. Instead, they looked at the forging platform and fell into contemplation.
Zhang Yifeng suddenly sighed when he saw this scene. He said to Nan Xin, "Nan Xin, let's go, we came to the wrong place."
When the sound fell, Zhang Yifeng turned his head and left.
"Ah, Big Brother Zhang, are you leaving like this?" Nan Xin was a little surprised, didn't Zhang Yifeng come here to learn forging. Since it wasn't why he had to cut off Mr. Fu's sword, he entered the courtyard.
Zhang Yifeng gave Nan Xin a white look, and said in a flat voice: "This old gentleman is so old, I am afraid that he cannot be forged. His sword was easily cut by me, and it is not necessarily so powerful. It seems that he is just a fame. ."
Zhang Yifeng spoke again, the words fell, and resolutely turned and left.
However, he had just stepped forward, and a thunderous voice came from behind him.
"Boy! What did you just say! Say it again."
This voice naturally came from the rich old man, his voice was loud and loud, not at all like an old man who was about to be like earth.
Zhang Yifeng's heart moved, but his expression did not change at all. He turned his head faintly, and saw the old man staring at him excitedly.
This old man, just now Nan Xin called him so hard outside, he pretended not to hear Zhang Yifeng's words, but he heard clearly. It seems that he is not deaf.
Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man, shook his head and said: "I didn't say anything just now."
"Are you deaf as an old man? You say I can't forge!" the old man roared with a flushed face.
Zhang Yifeng quickly apologized: "Old sir, you can treat me as young and ignorant.
"Ah? What are you talking about?" The old man put his hand on his ear, as if he didn't hear what Zhang Yifeng said. I don't know if it is really deaf or pretending to be deaf.
"Father rich, Brother Zhang said he admires you." Nan Xin said loudly.
The old man nodded in satisfaction, and sat on the forging platform to bask in the sun.
Although there are several forging platforms in this yard, it is obvious that it has not been forged for a long time.
"Let’s go." When Zhang Yifeng saw the old man not speaking, he knew that the old man was a man of arrogance, but he was also a man of arrogance, so he never revealed his idea of learning forging, and Zhang Yifeng’s heart I was also a little worried, worried that the old man would still be able to open the furnace for forging. If he didn't practice things, he would be exhausted, and Zhang Yifeng would really be guilty. Therefore, Zhang Yifeng still intends to leave.
However, before leaving, Zhang Yifeng threw the interrupting sword on the ground.
Qiang Qiang.
There was a crisp sound that attracted the attention of the old man.
When the old man saw the broken sword on the ground, his pupils shrank.
"Boy stop!"
Exactly as Zhang Yifeng had expected, the rich man stopped him before he left the forge.
Zhang Yifeng turned around and said lightly: "Is there anything else rich man?"
The rich old man waited for Zhang Yifeng, blushing and rudely said: "You cut my sword?"
Zhang Yifeng said indifferently: "The old man can't help but, accidentally he didn't get the strength, and cut off the sword that you finally built. I think it should be the best sword you can forge. It's a pity. "
"Fart, that sword is just a sword I made casually." The rich man has always been condemned in the Kunlun Mountains. Even the four-star sect depends on his face. Zhang Yifeng is a person who looks down on him. This is the first time I have seen it. Taking a deep breath, the old man said again, "What sword do you use?"
"No more ordinary swords, No, you can take a look if you want."
Zhang Yifeng threw the magic weapon sword away.
The rich old man took the magic weapon sword. At first glance, he was disdainful. Is this nun also called a sword? This looks ugly, and it tarnished the word sword! Just as he wanted to ridicule Zhang Yifeng for a few words, the pupils of the rich man contracted for a while. He had never seen the material of this sword.
However, as a senior forge, he felt that this thing was extraordinary.
The rich man took the sword and slashed towards the flower stand next to the courtyard.
There was a soft sniff. Huatai was cut in half by the sword in his hand. This sword is really sharp.
"Violence of heavenly things, violent things of heaven!"
After careful investigation, the old man kept sighing. He held Zhang Yifeng's sword in his arms, as if he was holding a peerless treasure.
Then he looked at Zhang Yifeng, gritted his teeth and said: "Who made this sword?"
Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "It's me, what's the matter? Is there any problem?"
"You made it? Little Wawa, if you give me this thing, I can make a magic weapon."
"Shenbing? Exaggerated, right? And, your body..." Zhang Yifeng looked disbelief.
"Little Wawa, you dislike me for being too old, can't you wield the forging hammer?" The old man said angrily.
Zhang Yifeng just wanted to say no, but the rich man waved his hand and spoke again.
"Little baby, my Fu Zhitu started to learn the art of forging at the age of five. It has been 110 years now, but I can't wield a hammer anymore."
Having said this, the rich man shook his head and sighed.
From the eyes of the rich man, Zhang Yifeng saw his deep love for forging and couldn't help but stand up to him. An old man who is over a hundred years old and can't even hold a forging hammer still loves his industry in his heart.
"Do you know why my old man has not been willing to breathe?" The rich man suddenly raised his head, and a glint flashed in his eyes, "That's because I am reluctant to bring my own forging technique into the pit!"
The rich man's words made Zhang Yifeng frown slightly. Since he is reluctant to bring it into the pit, why not teach others?
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"Grandpa Rich."
Outside the rich man's house, Nan Xin knocked on the door outside and yelled politely.
After a while, no one came out of it.
Nan Xin smiled apologetically at Zhang Yifeng: "The rich man's ears are a little unpleasant, let's go in and look for him directly."
Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "Then go in first."
The door was locked, but this could not bother the two warriors, and the two directly jumped in.
What you see is a large courtyard with a furnace and several forging tables.
It can be seen that when this yard is at its peak, there must be many blacksmiths.
But at the moment, only one old man sat in the entire yard.
"He is the rich old man?"
Even if Zhang Yifeng knew that the rich man was a bit old, Zhang Yifeng was still a little surprised when he saw the rich man himself.
Is this a bit older? It's too old at all, OK!
The rich old man has white hair, wrinkled face and muddy eyes. He is completely a dying old man. No wonder the group of warriors want to forge weapons so crazy, this is because he is afraid that the rich man will die by accident.
At this moment Zhang Yifeng was thinking, can this old man still be able to handle the forging hammer?
After Zhang Yifeng and Nan Xin came in, they didn't speak, and the old man didn't seem to notice it. Instead, they looked at the forging platform and fell into contemplation.
Zhang Yifeng suddenly sighed when he saw this scene. He said to Nan Xin, "Nan Xin, let's go, we came to the wrong place."
When the sound fell, Zhang Yifeng turned his head and left.
"Ah, Big Brother Zhang, are you leaving like this?" Nan Xin was a little surprised, didn't Zhang Yifeng come here to learn forging. Since it wasn't why he had to cut off Mr. Fu's sword, he entered the courtyard.
Zhang Yifeng gave Nan Xin a white look, and said in a flat voice: "This old gentleman is so old, I am afraid that he cannot be forged. His sword was easily cut by me, and it is not necessarily so powerful. It seems that he is just a fame. ."
Zhang Yifeng spoke again, the words fell, and resolutely turned and left.
However, he had just stepped forward, and a thunderous voice came from behind him.
"Boy! What did you just say! Say it again."
This voice naturally came from the rich old man, his voice was loud and loud, not at all like an old man who was about to be like earth.
Zhang Yifeng's heart moved, but his expression did not change at all. He turned his head faintly, and saw the old man staring at him excitedly.
This old man, just now Nan Xin called him so hard outside, he pretended not to hear Zhang Yifeng's words, but he heard clearly. It seems that he is not deaf.
Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man, shook his head and said: "I didn't say anything just now."
"Are you deaf as an old man? You say I can't forge!" the old man roared with a flushed face.
Zhang Yifeng quickly apologized: "Old sir, you can treat me as young and ignorant.
"Ah? What are you talking about?" The old man put his hand on his ear, as if he didn't hear what Zhang Yifeng said. I don't know if it is really deaf or pretending to be deaf.
"Father rich, Brother Zhang said he admires you." Nan Xin said loudly.
The old man nodded in satisfaction, and sat on the forging platform to bask in the sun.
Although there are several forging platforms in this yard, it is obvious that it has not been forged for a long time.
"Let’s go." When Zhang Yifeng saw the old man not speaking, he knew that the old man was a man of arrogance, but he was also a man of arrogance, so he never revealed his idea of learning forging, and Zhang Yifeng’s heart I was also a little worried, worried that the old man would still be able to open the furnace for forging. If he didn't practice things, he would be exhausted, and Zhang Yifeng would really be guilty. Therefore, Zhang Yifeng still intends to leave.
However, before leaving, Zhang Yifeng threw the interrupting sword on the ground.
Qiang Qiang.
There was a crisp sound that attracted the attention of the old man.
When the old man saw the broken sword on the ground, his pupils shrank.
"Boy stop!"
Exactly as Zhang Yifeng had expected, the rich man stopped him before he left the forge.
Zhang Yifeng turned around and said lightly: "Is there anything else rich man?"
The rich old man waited for Zhang Yifeng, blushing and rudely said: "You cut my sword?"
Zhang Yifeng said indifferently: "The old man can't help but, accidentally he didn't get the strength, and cut off the sword that you finally built. I think it should be the best sword you can forge. It's a pity. "
"Fart, that sword is just a sword I made casually." The rich man has always been condemned in the Kunlun Mountains. Even the four-star sect depends on his face. Zhang Yifeng is a person who looks down on him. This is the first time I have seen it. Taking a deep breath, the old man said again, "What sword do you use?"
"No more ordinary swords, No, you can take a look if you want."
Zhang Yifeng threw the magic weapon sword away.
The rich old man took the magic weapon sword. At first glance, he was disdainful. Is this nun also called a sword? This looks ugly, and it tarnished the word sword! Just as he wanted to ridicule Zhang Yifeng for a few words, the pupils of the rich man contracted for a while. He had never seen the material of this sword.
However, as a senior forge, he felt that this thing was extraordinary.
The rich man took the sword and slashed towards the flower stand next to the courtyard.
There was a soft sniff. Huatai was cut in half by the sword in his hand. This sword is really sharp.
"Violence of heavenly things, violent things of heaven!"
After careful investigation, the old man kept sighing. He held Zhang Yifeng's sword in his arms, as if he was holding a peerless treasure.
Then he looked at Zhang Yifeng, gritted his teeth and said: "Who made this sword?"
Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "It's me, what's the matter? Is there any problem?"
"You made it? Little Wawa, if you give me this thing, I can make a magic weapon."
"Shenbing? Exaggerated, right? And, your body..." Zhang Yifeng looked disbelief.
"Little Wawa, you dislike me for being too old, can't you wield the forging hammer?" The old man said angrily.
Zhang Yifeng just wanted to say no, but the rich man waved his hand and spoke again.
"Little baby, my Fu Zhitu started to learn the art of forging at the age of five. It has been 110 years now, but I can't wield a hammer anymore."
Having said this, the rich man shook his head and sighed.
From the eyes of the rich man, Zhang Yifeng saw his deep love for forging and couldn't help but stand up to him. An old man who is over a hundred years old and can't even hold a forging hammer still loves his industry in his heart.
"Do you know why my old man has not been willing to breathe?" The rich man suddenly raised his head, and a glint flashed in his eyes, "That's because I am reluctant to bring my own forging technique into the pit!"
The rich man's words made Zhang Yifeng frown slightly. Since he is reluctant to bring it into the pit, why not teach others?
"Grandpa Rich."Outside the rich man's house, Nan Xin knocked on the door outside and yelled politely.After a while, no one came out of it.Nan Xin smiled apologetically at Zhang Yifeng: "The rich man's ears are a little unpleasant, let's go in and look for him directly."Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "Then go in first."The door was locked, but this could not bother the two warriors, and the two directly jumped in.What you see is a large courtyard with a furnace and several forging tables.It can be seen that when this yard is at its peak, there must be many blacksmiths.But at the moment, only one old man sat in the entire yard."He is the rich old man?"Even if Zhang Yifeng knew that the rich man was a bit old, Zhang Yifeng was still a little surprised when he saw the rich man himself.Is this a bit older? It's too old at all, OK!The rich old man has white hair, wrinkled face and muddy eyes. He is completely a dying old man. No wonder the group of warriors want to forge weapons so crazy, this is because he is afraid that the rich man will die by accident.At this moment Zhang Yifeng was thinking, can this old man still be able to handle the forging hammer?After Zhang Yifeng and Nan Xin came in, they didn't speak, and the old man didn't seem to notice it. Instead, they looked at the forging platform and fell into contemplation.Zhang Yifeng suddenly sighed when he saw this scene. He said to Nan Xin, "Nan Xin, let's go, we came to the wrong place."When the sound fell, Zhang Yifeng turned his head and left."Ah, Big Brother Zhang, are you leaving like this?" Nan Xin was a little surprised, didn't Zhang Yifeng come here to learn forging. Since it wasn't why he had to cut off Mr. Fu's sword, he entered the courtyard.Zhang Yifeng gave Nan Xin a white look, and said in a flat voice: "This old gentleman is so old, I am afraid that he cannot be forged. His sword was easily cut by me, and it is not necessarily so powerful. It seems that he is just a fame. ."Zhang Yifeng spoke again, the words fell, and resolutely turned and left.However, he had just stepped forward, and a thunderous voice came from behind him."Boy! What did you just say! Say it again."This voice naturally came from the rich old man, his voice was loud and loud, not at all like an old man who was about to be like earth.Zhang Yifeng's heart moved, but his expression did not change at all. He turned his head faintly, and saw the old man staring at him excitedly.This old man, just now Nan Xin called him so hard outside, he pretended not to hear Zhang Yifeng's words, but he heard clearly. It seems that he is not deaf.Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man, shook his head and said: "I didn't say anything just now.""Are you deaf as an old man? You say I can't forge!" the old man roared with a flushed face.Zhang Yifeng quickly apologized: "Old sir, you can treat me as young and ignorant."Ah? What are you talking about?" The old man put his hand on his ear, as if he didn't hear what Zhang Yifeng said. I don't know if it is really deaf or pretending to be deaf."Father rich, Brother Zhang said he admires you." Nan Xin said loudly.The old man nodded in satisfaction, and sat on the forging platform to bask in the sun.Although there are several forging platforms in this yard, it is obvious that it has not been forged for a long time."Let's go." When Zhang Yifeng saw the old man not speaking, he knew that the old man was a man of arrogance, but he was also a man of arrogance, so he never revealed his idea of learning forging, and Zhang Yifeng's heart I was also a little worried, worried that the old man would still be able to open the furnace for forging. If he didn't practice things, he would be exhausted, and Zhang Yifeng would really be guilty. Therefore, Zhang Yifeng still intends to leave.However, before leaving, Zhang Yifeng threw the interrupting sword on the ground.Qiang Qiang.There was a crisp sound that attracted the attention of the old man.When the old man saw the broken sword on the ground, his pupils shrank."Boy stop!"Exactly as Zhang Yifeng had expected, the rich man stopped him before he left the forge.Zhang Yifeng turned around and said lightly: "Is there anything else rich man?"The rich old man waited for Zhang Yifeng, blushing and rudely said: "You cut my sword?"Zhang Yifeng said indifferently: "The old man can't help but, accidentally he didn't get the strength, and cut off the sword that you finally built. I think it should be the best sword you can forge. It's a pity. ""Fart, that sword is just a sword I made casually." The rich man has always been condemned in the Kunlun Mountains. Even the four-star sect depends on his face. Zhang Yifeng is a person who looks down on him. This is the first time I have seen it. Taking a deep breath, the old man said again, "What sword do you use?""No more ordinary swords, No, you can take a look if you want."Zhang Yifeng threw the magic weapon sword away.The rich old man took the magic weapon sword. At first glance, he was disdainful. Is this nun also called a sword? This looks ugly, and it tarnished the word sword! Just as he wanted to ridicule Zhang Yifeng for a few words, the pupils of the rich man contracted for a while. He had never seen the material of this sword.However, as a senior forge, he felt that this thing was extraordinary.The rich man took the sword and slashed towards the flower stand next to the courtyard.There was a soft sniff. Huatai was cut in half by the sword in his hand. This sword is really sharp."Violence of heavenly things, violent things of heaven!"After careful investigation, the old man kept sighing. He held Zhang Yifeng's sword in his arms, as if he was holding a peerless treasure.Then he looked at Zhang Yifeng, gritted his teeth and said: "Who made this sword?"Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "It's me, what's the matter? Is there any problem?""You made it? Little Wawa, if you give me this thing, I can make a magic weapon.""Shenbing? Exaggerated, right? And, your body..." Zhang Yifeng looked disbelief."Little Wawa, you dislike me for being too old, can't you wield the forging hammer?" The old man said angrily.Zhang Yifeng just wanted to say no, but the rich man waved his hand and spoke again."Little baby, my Fu Zhitu started to learn the art of forging at the age of five. It has been 110 years now, but I can't wield a hammer anymore."Having said this, the rich man shook his head and sighed.From the eyes of the rich man, Zhang Yifeng saw his deep love for forging and couldn't help but stand up to him. An old man who is over a hundred years old and can't even hold a forging hammer still loves his industry in his heart."Do you know why my old man has not been willing to breathe?" The rich man suddenly raised his head, and a glint flashed in his eyes, "That's because I am reluctant to bring my own forging technique into the pit!"The rich man's words made Zhang Yifeng frown slightly. Since he is reluctant to bring it into the pit, why not teach others?
