"Zhang Yongzhao, you dare!" Obviously, he didn't expect Zhang Qian to be so faceless to his grandfather, the middle-aged Taoist was so angry that his face turned black, and he blurted out the words of questioning.

Zhang Qian didn't pick up his stubble, just jumped into the carriage and urged Zhang Gui to drive home quickly. It was as if one more look at this person would be blackmailed for hundreds of dollars.

"Zhang Yongzhao, do you want to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?" The middle-aged Taoist priest Luo Huaizu was in a hurry, pulled his legs and chased after a few steps, and grabbed the carriage door, "When I saw the order, I actually refused to recognize it!" ”

The carriage door could not withstand the strength of his arms, and was torn wide open. A long bronze tube with a thickness of an inch and a half, more than four feet long, and a sleek one, immediately poked out of the carriage and was aimed right at his chest.

Zhang Qian, who was holding the wooden handle at the back end of the copper pipe, still didn't speak, just looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest quietly, his eyes were cold and hard, and there was no room for negotiation.

"You ......" The middle-aged Taoist Luo Huai didn't know what kind of Qimen weapon the bronze pipe was, but he instinctively sensed the danger, and in an instant, the cold hair stood on end, and he decisively let go of the finger that held the car door.

"Bang!" Zhang Qian put down the bronze pipe, raised his hand to close the car door, and didn't say a word of nonsense to the middle-aged Taoist priest from beginning to end.

It's not that he once saw Li Kui's weak heart, but that the other party didn't want to waste his tongue anymore from the moment he showed his intentions.

Sensei said that he, Senior Brother Qin Mo, was an impostor, even if it was genuine, as a person who had received at least five or more fraudulent calls a day in the 21st century, it was impossible for him to see a scale pole and believe that everything others said was true.

What's more, when the middle-aged Taoist priest took out the weighing rod, he also put on a tall appearance! Although his life is not perfect, he is also very good, why bother to find a father for himself?

"Master Zhang, Master Zhang, I'm not a liar, I'm really a contemporary moment!" Just as he was sneering and shaking his head, the middle-aged Taoist priest chased after him with his legs again, panting and explaining. Both the attitude and the words are much more low-key than before.

For the sake of helping him repel Wang Maozhong before, this time, Zhang Qian did not take the copper pipe against him again. However, he still didn't want to pick up his stubble, and it was all crickets outside.

Qin Mo's disciple was simply made up by Zhang Qian's whims. In fact, he didn't even know how long the Mo family had existed and how many generations it had been passed down after it entered Qin.

Even if he made it right, Qin Mo did inherit it. From the fall of the Qin Dynasty to the three years of the Tang Dynasty, there was an interval of nine hundred and fourteen years. Even the clansmen of the same ancestor nine hundred years ago cannot be regarded as a family. Nine hundred years ago, how could an ancestor's ink master still be considered the same family?!

"Senior nephew Zhang, senior nephew Zhang, this is the order of the moment, it must be true, you can take it for testing." There are many potholes on the dirt road, and it is impossible for the carriage to go too fast. The Taoist priest's physical strength was good, and he was never left behind. While chasing, he pulled out the scale rod and held it above his head with both hands.

Zhang Qian felt curious in his heart, and quickly glanced at the moment order through the glass inlaid in the center of the pane. Suddenly, he laughed dumbly.

It's not just that it looks like a weighing rod, the so-called moment order was originally a weighing rod. And there is also a special hairpin for measuring scales, as well as three rows of gold stars symbolizing fair trade.

"Although it is bent, it will not break!" Although through the car door, Zhang Qian's laughter could not be heard. The middle-aged Taoist priest's gaze could see his smile through the glass embedded in the center of the pane. Suddenly, his face turned red and he couldn't wait to explain. "This thing is made of heavenly dark iron, and it is extremely flexible, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can imitate. Since you entered the world for Senior Brother Qin Mo, you must have heard of the miracle of Juzi Ling in the master's sect! ”

'Darksteel? When Zhang Qian heard this, he suddenly felt itchy, and his eyes once again fell on the scale rod through the glass inlaid in the center of the pane.

Xuantie is very famous in martial arts novels. Although in the twenty-first century, martial arts fiction has ebbed. But the series of works of Mr. Jin Yong have been shot again and again.

Therefore, the unfathomable density of the Xuantie heavy sword, which was calcined by the Haisha Gang for three days and three nights, the super heat-insulating dragon slaying knife sandwiched in the Nine Yin True Scripture but not burned, the Yitian Sword that is as sharp as a laser, and the Xuantie shackles that can be stretched casually like noodles but will never break, Zhang Qian has long been familiar with them.

But in the 21st century, even the most skilled traders in the manufacture of fakes are not capable of inventing metals with the characteristics of "dark iron". It is also made into the appearance of a sword and sold on the Internet.

Therefore, when he heard that the order was made of Xuantie, Zhang Qian suddenly couldn't hold back his curiosity. However, after taking a closer look, he once again lost his smile.

Bullshit! was not only bent by Wang Maozhong's gourd hammer. The center of the scale pole and the place where it once collided with the golden hammer were also smashed out of many potholes. Obviously, this so-called dark iron is just a metal rod with relatively better flexibility, or some kind of accidentally smelted alloy rod, which has nothing to do with the word "Xuan"!

"When it's hot, hit it with a hammer and just knock it." The middle-aged Taoist priest was once again laughed at him, and emphasized in a hoarse voice, "Ordinary iron rods or copper rods would have broken a long time ago if they were smashed like this." The master's order has never been broken. From the time of the grandfather, it has been passed down to the present. ”

That's because you've never smashed it with a sledgehammer over and over again! Zhang Qian muttered in his stomach and simply closed his eyes.

If you just look for flexibility, in the 21st century, aluminum, copper alloys, and even some mild steels can reach staggering levels. The dark iron in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist priest is not subtle compared to the above-mentioned metal products.

However, when I think about it, Mozi's era was still the end of the Bronze Age, and iron weapons had just been born for a few days. Zhang Qian had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

The so-called dark iron is probably an iron meteorite that fell from the sky. Because of the high purity and low carbon content, the flexibility itself is considerable. In Mozi's time, charcoal was still used for smelting metal, and it was difficult for the furnace temperature to rise too high. Therefore, the iron meteorite was smelted into some kind of mild steel by craftsmen by mistake. Of course, the flexibility is far from being comparable to ordinary iron swords, and the hardness is far more than bronze!

"Nephew, nephew, stop the carriage. Listen to me! I don't have any malice in looking for you, if you don't believe me, you can take the order over first and test it yourself! Outside the car window, the voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest continued to come, and his tone and posture were lowered.

Zhang Qian was too lazy to open his eyes, and he also put on a deaf attitude towards the words of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

It's not that he has an arrogant temperament, but he has only seen this thing in online novels. In the real world, when you talk about what this thing looks like, you haven't even heard anyone talk about it.

The middle-aged Taoist priest asked him to check the authenticity of the Moment Order, didn't he use a fake money detector to check Bitcoin? Who is true and who is false, how can he detect it?

What's more, even if the order is true, he doesn't want to have anything to do with the middle-aged Taoist priest.

First of all, he has a good life, and he doesn't need a master to ride on his head and give orders. Secondly, the origin and intention of the middle-aged Taoist priest are not clear, and Zhang Qian doesn't want to cause trouble for himself!

"Senior nephew, senior nephew, you don't know Juzi Ling, right?"

"Senior nephew, don't you Qin Mo even recognize the ancestor?"

"Senior nephew, it doesn't matter if you don't know me, but the Juzi Order is a symbol of our Mo family......"

"Senior nephew, I came to you today, I really didn't have any malice, and I didn't want to be difficult for you. Our Mo family is now declining, and someone needs to take over the order and revitalize the lintel ......" (it is not easy to open a new book, ask for a collection)

……

The words of the middle-aged Taoist priest, the more he spoke, the softer he became, and the more he spoke, the more he lacked confidence.

Zhang Qian was so annoyed by the noise that he suddenly regretted why he didn't use the special funds allocated by the imperial court to hire seven or eight relatives and guards to serve him closely.

Although in real danger, the retinue and the guards will definitely not work. However, on weekdays, these people can at least help themselves avoid a lot of harassment. In particular, if you encounter a guy like a middle-aged person who has to die begging for permission to identify with the door, you can also directly hold it down and throw it on the side of the road, so as not to entangle it endlessly like a fly.

Just as he was annoyed, behind the carriage, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves. Immediately after, Wang Maozhong's ridicule quickly reached everyone's ears with the sound of horses' hooves, "Niu Nose, are you cheap?" People don't want to recognize you as a fellow disciple at all, but you have to die and beg for nothing?! ”

"You!" The middle-aged Taoist priest was so tired from chasing the carriage that he was out of breath and had no strength to fight again, so he could only turn around and glare angrily at Wang Maozhong.

That Wang Mao Zhong turned a blind eye to the anger of the Taoist priest. continued to ride his horse and chase for a few steps, walking side by side with the carriage, "Young Eunuch Zhang, do you want me to help drive away this Taoist priest of unknown origin?" As long as you nod your head, Wang is willing to do it for you! ”