Walking to the door, Bai Ning suddenly paused again, thought of something, and turned his head to look at Da Meng: "The shop is open today, you see what is still missing in the store, go back and buy some back." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yang Dameng glanced at the shop, and frowned: "It's really a little worse, this stove is too small, it has to be one size bigger," the man said, stepped forward and patted the stove, shook his head, and asked Bai Ning, "Haven't Gongzi ever forged a sword before?" ”

Bai Ning paused, and then took back the steps he had taken, and looked at him: "If you haven't forged a sword, you can't open a sword shop?" ”

When Yang Dameng heard this, a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his rough cheeks, and his loud voice immediately exploded: "You are irresponsible to the guests and disrespectful to the sword, hum...... Is this sword refining work a person you hairy boy said you can refine? ”

Yang Dameng's voice was already very loud, and now he was angry, and the pedestrians of the whole street were attracted to him, and they looked at the sword shop in unison.

"Hey, isn't this Master Yang?"

"Wasn't he kicked out by Boss Zhang?"

"Why are you here?"

Bai Ning was stunned, presumably this Yang Dameng had a unique belief and affection for sword casting, so he couldn't allow anyone to have any contempt and insult for sword casting.

Yang Dameng was still talking, more and more people were watching outside the store, the woman glanced at the outside of the store, looked at Yang Dameng quietly, and said: "Your Excellency, do you want to compare with me to see who makes a better and sharper sword?" ”

Yang Dameng smiled contemptuously and glanced at the onlookers on the street: "You, a novice who has never forged a sword, actually want to compete with me?" ”

"Who is this man? Dare to try to forge a sword with Yang Dameng? ”

"At first glance, he just came to our Yu'an Mansion and didn't understand the market, but this time he has a problem."

"Look at her thin skin and tender meat, thin arms and legs, just the piece of iron, is far worse than Yang Dameng."

Bai Ning didn't care what outsiders said, and continued to ask Yang Dameng calmly: "Are you comparable?" ”

Yang Dameng didn't want to think about it, so he responded in one bite: "Okay, I'll convince you to lose." "He knew he was going to win this time.

The two of them said that they were comparing, making, seasoning, smelting, casting, processing, and so on, and after a series of things were done, the two of them were busy in this shop for a day.

In the evening, the number of guests outside the door only increased, and Yang Da was sweating profusely here, so he made a semi-finished product, and when he turned his head, he saw Bai Ning sitting leisurely on the chair, feeding Xiao Baixi dinner.

Yang Dameng was so angry that he almost didn't come up in a breath, what a serious and solemn thing this sword casting, how could this person be so childish? Actually forging a sword while feeding the child?

"Humph!" Yang Dameng snorted coldly and turned around, now that he was almost smelting, he was about to cast the sword.

Over there, Bai Ning stood up gracefully, hugged her son to the table, and touched Xi'er's head: "Good, eat by yourself, my mother has something to do." ”

After speaking, Bai Ning walked up, glanced at the crucible that was still being smelted, turned around and took a small piece of stone the size of a fingernail with pliers from the small pot next to him, the stone was white with red, red with black, and looked a bit like a goose soft stone. But it's not quite like that.

Everyone present, including Yang Dameng, all looked surprised, they had never seen such a stone grow into it.

"What is this?"