"Hehe, it's really him, it seems that the culinary champion of the island country is really not easy to get. Zhou Yi smiled faintly, when he took Hirohiko Omoto that day, he said that if Hirohiko Omoto could become the culinary champion of the island country, he would consider taking him as an apprentice, of course, it was just a consideration. Now it seems that Hirohiko Omoto obviously failed, and he didn't have the face to come back to pester himself, and he ran to entangle Iwata Monk again.

"Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles. Zhou Yi smiled and said: "That's all for today, Brother Xu, tomorrow I will go to meet this Iwata monk." However, I still have some personal matters in Yangcheng, so I will leave first. ”

"Brother, what do you have to do, I'll go with you, right?" Li Shuangkai looked Zhou Yi up and down, his eyes were very lewd.

"Don't think about it, it's a serious matter, it's hard to say, don't ask. ”

Zhou Yi smiled more and more mysteriously.

***

Yangcheng is now a tender 'big girl', with high-rise buildings and ups and downs, but who knows that a few years ago, Yangcheng was still a small fishing village as flat as an airport?

Now if you want to find the traces of the fisherman, you have to go to Nansha District, from here to the south, it is surrounded by the mainland on three sides, the west of Macao and the east of the Xiangjiang Nansha Bay, there are also some fishermen who have been fishing for generations to live here, and their lives are simple and fulfilling.

When you jump out of the taxi, you are greeted by a strong fishy smell. Right in front of you is a traditional fishing village, which has not yet been developed into a tourist attraction and does not have the hustle and bustle of outsiders. At night, in the hazy moonlight, you can see a little white light flashing on the gray fishing net hanging at the entrance of the village, which is a salt stain formed by soaking in the sea water all year round, and it will condense when it is sunned, and it cannot be washed away.

"Old Uncle, is there a gentleman surnamed Ou who lives here?"

Zhou Yi walked to the entrance of the village and asked an old man who had slipped away at night. The old man raised his eyes and looked at him: "Looking for Mr. Ou, come with me, Mr. Ou is a very good person, he can strike iron and see diseases, and he has lived with us for more than ten years." The people of the village have been blessed by him. Well, no one has come to him for a long time, you are the only one in the past two years, young people should know how to be polite, why don't you even bring a gift?

The old man nagged while leading the way, and led Zhou Yi to a three-row wooden house by the sea. This is a common type of building in a seaside fishing village, with a wooden stake at the bottom, about two meters above the ground, which is both damp and windbreak tides. They are the kitchen of the house and the room for storing seafood, but there is no bathroom, who cares about that thing by the sea? Dig a hole in the beach and solve the problem.

The owner was not there, the old man didn't stay much, the people by the sea were simple, and there were no valuable things in the house, so he was not afraid of anyone worrying, so he looked at Zhou Yi a few times, and felt that this person did not look like a wanted criminal. The old man left. Zhou Yi waited for a while, only to see a slender figure dangling from the beach, probably just after solving his personal problem.

"Is it Mr. Ou Ye Ye Ou?" Zhou Yi clenched his fists from afar, looking at this strange man who was praised by Chen Yingning as the last swordsmith in China. This man is tall. It is said that it is the great-great-grandson of Ou Yezi, a famous sword-casting master in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it seems to be very remarkable.

The celebrity then looked like an ordinary fisherman, with dark skin and a fisherman's usual attire. Not only is it not handsome, but it looks very miserable, with triangular eyes and a collapsed nose. With short hands and short legs, like a martial artist, Zhou Yi is really afraid of finding the wrong person, so he has to ask clearly.

"Everyone here knows that my name is Ou Ming, and they call me Mr. Ou, and there are not many people who call me by this name. ”

Ou Yeye kicked Tata and walked to Zhou Yi's side, squinted at him, and pouted slightly: "Chen Laodao can really make trouble for me, you are Zhou Yi?"

"Sure enough, it's Ou senior. I am Zhou Yi, Chen Daochang"

In order to surprise his daughter-in-law, Zhou Yike used a five-color mushroom and a small jar of Sanxian candied fruit to pry open Chen Laodao's mouth. It's just that I didn't expect a generation of sword-casting masters to come to a small fishing village on the edge of Yangcheng, but it was close, and this time I came from Xiangjiang just to find him by the way, ready to get a little sword to Liu Fu, so that she was also happy.

"Well, people are right"

I don't know where to find a mobile phone, it's still smart, open it and take out a photo to take a look, Ou Yeye nodded: "Come into the house and say, it's windy outside, and it's not good for you to freeze again." "Zhou Yi wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this, can you find you to forge a sword, can you be an ordinary person? Will you be afraid of the wind? This 'master' is quite humorous when he speaks.

When I entered the room, the electrical appliances were only a light bulb, not even a TV. There is a stove next to the wall, but looking at the old ash inside, it is estimated that it has not been used for a long time. The furniture is all black, and I don't know how many years have passed, Zhou Yi sensed it, and the table and bed have some treasures, and they seem to be old objects. Sure enough, the bun has meat and is not on the folds, it looks very bitter, but in fact, this Ou Yeye is very rich.

"I want to drink water in the thermos, but the water here is salty and uncomfortable to drink. I don't eat dinner either, and my stomach is not very good, so I am not ready to take care of your meal. Don't look at it, the tables and chairs here are old, but they are all clean, sit down. ”

I've never seen such hospitality, no matter the food, no matter the water, Ou Yeye sat down on the edge of the bed, rolled up his sleeves and looked at Zhou Yilai, and he was about to show people before he said slowly: "Didn't Chen Laodao tell you the rules? I didn't help people refine swords for nothing, in the 21st century, the country has laws to govern, and ordinary knives have to be real-name system, not to mention that you still have to fly swords?

"I know, Daochang Chen has said that you have rules. ”

"It's good to know, I don't want money, that thing is useless. Weigh it yourself, if there is nothing worth selling, it is better to leave by yourself as soon as possible, my time is also precious. ”

"Is your slow-paced life still precious?" Zhou Yi smuttered, but smiled and 'transformed' a box: "How about you look at this thing?"

"Yo, the technique is good, he's a master? That's right, is it a master who came to me? What is it, I'll take a look, it's said in front, it's not a good thing, you have to leave? This is the Ganoderma lucidum of the five leaves! Boy, where did you get it from?"

After opening the box and taking a look, Ou Yeye immediately closed the lid and put the box and things into his arms. Eyes finally began to glow.

"It doesn't matter where you got it, you can do it if you like it, my sword?"

Seeing what someone said, he rushed at this 'master's style, Zhou Yi knew that he couldn't tell the truth, if he wanted to say that he planted it, Ou Yeye would definitely open his mouth.

"Boy, don't fool me, I've seen countless masters in my life, what don't you understand? If you have a five-leaf lingzhi, will you have a seven-leaf one? Take a defective product to me, and you're embarrassed to ask for a sword? Take the seven-leaf one and talk again." Otherwise, consciously turn around and walk out, don't wait for me to catch you"

It's simply a bandit style, and you have to increase the size of things when you collect them, and you have to take people as the big ones, but who makes people take people with technology, Zhou Yi also has to admit it. I had to laugh and say: "Mr. Ou, I won't take out the seven-leaf lingzhi, you want the nine-leaf one again, right? ”

"Nonsense, then who am I? Nine Leaf Lingzhi? I want to. You have to have it, too, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. Don't worry, my surname is not a scoundrel, you add a seven-leaf Ganoderma lucidum. I gave you a pair of flying swords, didn't I mean to get them for my wife? The pair I gave you is called the 'Concentric Demon Slayer', which means that your husband and wife are united and kill all external demons. I will keep you sweet and sweet, grow old together, and if you turn your face, you can still use this pair of little flying swords to fight and play. How nice?"

"Concentric Demon Sword, okay, deal!" Zhou Yi also saw that this master was definitely looking for a draw type that had nothing to do, and he could come as if he spoke as ugly as he spoke, no wonder Chen Yingning heard that he was looking for him, and he just laughed hehe, it turned out to be schadenfreude?

Accepting the seven-leaf lingzhi that Zhou Yi magically conjured, Ou Yeye nodded slightly, and finally had a smile: "Do you want a low-grade sword or a medium-grade or high-grade?"

"Could it be that you can't forge a sword on the spot?" Zhou Yi looked here, except for the ordinary iron-striking furnace in front of the room, he really couldn't see that there were tools that could match this sword-casting master, could it be hidden somewhere else?

"Let me ask you, do you want a low-grade or a mid-to-high-grade sword?"

"Nature is the best quality. ”

"Top-grade, the kid has a good tone, but whether you can get the top-grade flying sword or not, it's up to you. ”

Ou Yeye stretched out without grace, jumped out of bed, touched under the bed for a while, took out a small iron box full of dust, and handed it to Zhou Yi without wiping: "Open it and take a look." ”

"This is the high-grade flying sword?"

Zhou Yi opened the lid and saw that there were two small flying swords three inches long, half an inch wide, and as thick as a piece of paper, yellow and black, and there was rust, and he was immediately a little displeased

"Look down on this sword, right? Listen to Chen Yingning, you are also a master, you might as well give it a try, without the need for internal anger, can you break these two small swords with your own strength?"

"What if it's broken?"

"If you have the ability to break them, I, Ou Yeye, will kowtow to you on the spot, and leave this fishing village immediately without saying a word, and go back to my sword shrine to re-refine the flying sword for you!"

"Okay, that's a deal. Zhou Yi really didn't take a fancy to the two small swords, and he didn't feel distressed when he broke them, so he took out one and pinched it with both hands, just breaking it hard!

"Buzz"

The little flying sword actually let out a piercing buzzing sound, and under Zhou Yi's terrifying power, it was not broken, but completed the bow shape! As soon as he let go, it immediately returned to its original appearance, and there was no damage at all.

"Good sword!"

"What strength, boy, you are much more powerful than Chen Laodao. Zhou Yi was certainly surprised, Ou Yeye was also shocked, glanced at Zhou Yi a few times, and nodded slowly: "Don't underestimate these two swords, I don't use modern metallurgical technology, but use the ancient method to collect the essence of hardware, and add the Yuan Iron casting under the coral reef under the South Sea Sea. Yes, yes, these two 'Concentric Demon Slaying Swords' have finally found their owners. ”

"Thank you seniors, it's really a top-grade flying sword, I almost blamed you. Zhou Yi was also excited, although it was not as good as the Shenmu Sword, these two small swords were also rare treasures, and he was not a loss in this transaction.

"What is the top grade, the lower grade is just it" Ou Yeye said with a smile: "Didn't you say it, whether you can get the top grade flying sword or not depends on yourself." ”

"Oh, please ask your seniors for advice. ”

"It's very simple, no matter how strong the swordsmith is, what he gets is just a sword fetus, and these two 'Concentric Demon Killing Swords' are no exception. If you don't add sacrifice, it's a low grade at most. ”

Seeing Zhou Yi's means, Ou Yeye also became easy to speak, and took the trouble to explain: "The medium-grade flying sword, that is to use the sword man to sense the breath every day, and it can only be cultivated for many years, it is estimated that even if you have this time, your daughter-in-law may not have it, right? But the high-grade flying sword, there is no need to be so troublesome, and it is guaranteed that your daughter-in-law can use it when she gets it." It just needs to be reforged twice, and it needs to be a great master who can sense the energy of the fire spirit and the spirit of the spirit far beyond ordinary people, but even if you have these conditions, it depends on the chance, and it is not something I can control. ”

"That is, I have to rely on myself?" Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, and he suddenly bowed deeply and said, "Please also ask my predecessors to give me the method of secondary reforge!"

"Stinky boy, you're a chance. ”

Ou Yeye smiled and said: "I said that the qi of the fire spirit is not the qi of the five elements of Taoism, but the sword forger who has been forging swords for many years. A kind of induction cultivated in the spirit is a kind of ability to analyze and grasp the fire of the world. With this ability, supplemented by my Ou family's method of secondary sword casting, you can get a real spirit sword. That's not something that can be compared with a low-grade and a medium-grade flying sword. ”

"It's a pity that except for Ou Yezi, the ancestor of my Ou family, although the younger generation of swordsmiths can feel the fire spirit qi, they don't have the ancestor's mental strength, let alone the strength of his old man. This ability is wasted, so that we can only forge the sword fetus, but we cannot forge the spirit sword. What a shame is that?"

Ou Yeye sighed: "A person with strength may not be able to practice kung fu to pass the test, even if he has both, but eight times out of ten, he can't sense the fire spirit qi in my spirit." I have met countless masters in my life, such as Chen Laodao and Mingwei monks, but unfortunately none of them have this opportunity."

"It turns out that Monk Mingwei also knows this master?" Zhou Yi's heart moved, but he didn't have time to ask Ou Ye Mingwei's swordsmanship, so he hurriedly asked, "What is the art of heart refining?"

"The art of heart refining can't be passed on from one to another without the heart, how can I tell you? Don't ask so much about you kid, aren't you a master of strong spiritual power, then come and feel my spiritual consciousness sea, and find that trace of fire spirit qi first, otherwise what kind of heart refining is in vain." ”

"In that case, it will offend the seniors. ”

Zhou Yi didn't talk nonsense, his spiritual power surged out, and he unceremoniously invaded Ou Yeye's spiritual consciousness sea.

"Ah, you kid take it easy, I'm hey."

Ou Yeye's face suddenly changed, and Zhou Yi gradually became dignified, at this time, if there was a third person present, he would see a red line faintly appearing on Ou Yeye's head, gradually becoming thicker, swaying from side to side, like a flame. Gradually, this flame seemed to have life, and it poured into the top of Zhou Yi's head

"Okay, good, good! I finally waited for it, wahahaha!" The first to open his eyes was Ou Yeye, the No. 1 sword-casting master in Huaxia, who circled around Zhou Yilian, who closed his eyes tightly and remained silent, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Genius, what a genius, not long after he comprehended the fire spirit qi, he began to comprehend the art of heart refining?" It's a pity, I heard Chen Laodao say that this son is a martial arts master, and there are a lot of things in medical skills and cooking, and he is very rich, what kind of way should I think of to trick him into making him an honest swordsmith?

***

The bright moon shines on the pines, and the breeze remains.

Zhou Yi didn't take the car, so he walked out of the unknown distance, his heart was calm and open, and he walked towards the place where the fiery aura was flooding and soaring into the clouds.

Half understanding and half centering, in a trance, every step Zhou Yi took seemed to be faintly in harmony with heaven and earth, corresponding to the pulse of the earth. The bright moon shines on Zhou Yi, the breeze blows Zhou Yi, he is like an inconspicuous stone under the moon, a fallen leaf in the wind that no one notices, obviously in this world, but ordinary people will not pay attention. In this magical state, he seemed to grasp something, and it seemed so unreal, but it was enough for him to stick to the trail of the fiery aura, and he would never go the wrong way and find the wrong target

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and winter was not like the summer when there were many people enjoying the coolness, so there were not many people on the road.

But there are also some coquettish people who chant the wind and the moon, or the men and women who are engaged in objects, strolling on the side of the road in twos and threes. Zhou Yi walked fast under his feet, even a few points faster than those race walkers, his heels did not leave the ground, and his legs did not raise dust, but he was not much slower than the occasional people riding electric cars and motorcycles on the road, much like the 'land flying technique' and 'treading snow without a trace' described in swordsman novels.

In the eyes of these passers-by, Zhou Yi is like a stone under the moon and a fallen leaf in the wind. exists, but they don't pay special attention to it.

Zhou Yi walked more than ten kilometers quickly, and in front of him was a patch of factory buildings, and some workers who were on the middle class seemed to have just finished dinner, with cigarettes in their mouths, and walked out of the factory gate in twos and threes, and walked to the lake to rest

There are still more than 100 meters away from the factory gate, and Zhou Yi clearly saw the sign with black letters on a white background hanging in front of the factory gate - 'Yangcheng No. 1 People's Iron and Steel Plant'!

Steel mill?

The steel mill is the steel mill, this is it!(To be continued......