Qingyang Town Private School, after Mr. Su left, a Mr. Chang came. is an unsmiling Confucian man, who does things in a decent way on weekdays.

Teaching for nearly a year, there is no fault and no credit, and the students are treated very carefully. The knowledge disseminated is quite rich, and it has a good reputation in the town.

Mr. Chang, who is single, likes to play chess, and almost no one in the town knows how to do this. Mr. Chang taught an apprentice to play against himself.

tirelessly, every day after school, this student will be left to play with him.

Xu Haoran stared at the chessboard with nineteen horizontal and vertical lines intertwined and complained. Whether it's a hundred and eighty-one sunspots or one hundred and eighty hundreds, he has never won.

It's the same today, when the game is over, the review is waived. Xu Haoran really can't see the cleverness of this gentleman, it can only mean that he is too clever, and the cleverness is beyond people's reach.

Mr. Chang, who was dressed in rushan, did not leave, smiling and waiting for Xu Haoran to put away the chess pieces.

The young man was puzzled, and had the courage to ask a question that had been held in his heart for nearly a year.

"Mr. Chang, when you play against your students, you don't have the pleasure of-for-tat. And without racking your brains, isn't this kind of game boring?"

Mr. Chang asked rhetorically, "What is the most important thing in playing Go?"

Xu Haoran blurted out: "Talent and brains?"

Mr. Chang said, "Do you have no talent or no brains?"

Xu Haoran thought for a moment: "There should be all of them, right?"

Mr. Chang smiled: "Do you have no confidence? Do you think you will never win against me?"

Seeing Xu Haoran deep in thought, Mr. Chang continued to ask: "What do you think is needed to win over me?"

Xu Haoran thought for a while and said uncertainly: "It's patience, right?"

Mr. Chang was very satisfied with this answer, and said slowly: "It took nearly a year to ask this question, which shows that your patience is enough, and what is missing is tempering and growth. ”

"I also know that you have always had a wish, and you want to be taken away by the original Mr. Private School, Mr. Su in your mouth, like Fang Zicheng"

"Don't lie to me and answer truthfully. “

Xu Haoran nodded silently: "Don't hide it from Mr. Chang, I do have this hope." Qingyang Town has spread that Mr. Su is an immortal. Follow Mr. Su to have the opportunity to learn some immortal art and live forever. ”

Mr. Chang let out a meaningful "oh", and then asked after a long tone, "Is that all?"

Xu Haoran showed bitterness: "I can't hide anything from Mr., Mr. Su is kind to me, and this kindness has always been in my heart." It is said in the book that it is easy to repay money owed, but it is difficult to repay it if it owes favors. I owe Mr. Su a favor, and I don't know when I can pay it back. ”

After knowing that Mr. Su is a high-ranking immortal, the hope of returning this favor is even slimmer. ”

Today, Mr. Chang has a lot of questions, and he asks again and again: "Do you know why I only taught you to play chess alone?"

Xu Haoran: "Look at me pleasing to the eye, right?"

"Hehe, I'm quite confident, do you know why it looks pleasing to your eyes?"

Xu Haoran replied honestly: "The student doesn't know. ”

Mr. Chang explained: "I have taken a fancy to your kindness, your thirst for knowledge, and your patience. ”

Xu Haoran smiled bitterly: "What's the matter, the books say that useless is a scholar." ”

Mr. Chang retorted: "Not really, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book, how can there be no immortal magic." ”

"Oh, by the way, there are no immortals in the Sleepy Dragon Continent, only divine cultivation, that is, immortals in your eyes. “

Xu Haoran clasped his fists: "Thank you Mr. Chang for teaching, Haoran will definitely study hard." “

"Don't want to learn magic anymore?"

"I want to, but I can't learn it. ”

Mr. Chang laughed dumbly, and had no reason to chant a sentence: "The spring breeze moistens things silently." ”

Xu Haoran was surprised to find that the cold winter was actually warm and windy. After being shocked, he stood up and thought deeply: "The student has been taught, what ......was the warm wind just now?"

Mr. Chang interrupted the boy to continue speaking, and stretched out his hand to the dry willow tree next to him. I saw that the snow covering was slowly falling, and the dry branches had fresh green shoots, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, a lush willow tree full of weeping willow surging green appeared in front of Xu Haoran's eyes. Each leaf is fresh and green, as if it has just been baptized by morning dew, and there are water droplets flowing slowly.

The four fields are white and vast, and a pearl of green willow stands proudly, which can be described as magical and magical.

The shocked boy rubbed his eyes vigorously, still unable to believe what he had seen. So hard that I gave myself a resounding slap in the face, well, it hurts, it's not a dream.

Looking at the willow trees, still green in the wind and snow. The flowing water droplets of the leaves did not solidify in the cold snow and ice.

The young man stood up abruptly and stared directly at the approachable Mr. Chang. Asked a nonsense: "Mr. is a god?"

Mr. Chang said: "No, it's a divine cultivation." ”

Xu Haoran came to his lips and wanted to learn magic from Mr., but he swallowed it back. He said gloomily: "It's a pity that students can't follow Mr. to practice divine arts, I want to listen to Mr. Su's words and continue to read and write." ”

Mr. Chang didn't smile angrily: "Well, there is a little more thing I like." But I'm a little jealous, what kind of magical power does you have in Mr. Su that makes you so convinced. ”

"But don't worry, I'm not from the sect, and I don't need to fight and kill to learn divine arts, and I don't have all the restrictions of the sect. After you succeed in your studies, you can follow your Mr. Su, repay the favor or help each other, I will not stop you. ”

Seeing the young man's heartbeat, Mr. Chang then added: "The place where I am located is Evergreen Academy, which focuses on teaching, supplemented by spiritual cultivation. If you dare to be lazy and not study, you will be punished, and the punishment will be severe. ”

The young man couldn't hide the joy in his heart, and immediately knelt on the ground: "The student is willing to follow Mr. back to the academy." ”

Mr. Chang quipped, "I didn't seem to say I was going to take you back to the academy, did I?"

Xu Haoran was at a loss. Mr. Chang laughed and got up to leave, and a voice came from afar: "Go back and inform your parents, bring your bags." ”

The blacksmith shop by the creek was handed over to Song County Zhe to take care of. Before Shang Wu left, he left behind some fine medicinal materials.

Song Xianzhe suffered a fractured sternum and recovered in more than a month. After taking over the blacksmith shop, he was thinking about showing his ambitions.

Maybe it's God's mercy, the young man just took over the shop, and a distinguished customer came. Asking for a flat-headed knife is scary for a high pay.

The young man was bold and anxious for quick success, and took on the task without asking the reason. As a result, after paying the deposit, Song Xianzhe was dumbfounded. The auxiliary materials required for flat-headed knives are intimidatingly expensive, but fortunately, the main ingredients are provided by the employer himself.

Even if it is an auxiliary material, it also cost Song Xianzhe all the deposit. It's still far from enough, and the young man who is bent on success mortgages the courtyard by the creek after being ruthless.

It was not easy to raise all the auxiliary materials, and there was no extra money to pay the workers. Over time, the workers left one after another, and the blacksmith shop became a battlefield for Song Xianzhe alone.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the workers left, not to mention, the employer was actually a master of picking bones in eggs. All kinds of faults, all kinds of dissatisfaction.

The repeated repair and forging took nearly a year. Song Xianzhe's high-spirited spirit was worn away, and the rest was complaining.

complained that Shang Wu didn't take him to be an immortal, but threw him a rag. Otherwise, why would we be where we are today?

Complaining about the employer's fault-finding sincerity and embarrassment, complaining that the worker is not empathetic, he can't help for a few more months.

Song Xianzhe stuck the flat-headed knife that had just been baked in the snow, and scolded crookedly: "A tattered knife wasted a year's time, tell me about you, is it worth a year's time." ”

The young man pointed to the flat-headed knife and said to himself: "This time your damn master should be satisfied, right? ”

"Hey, hey, hey, you're going to ignore me with a broken knife. ”

After that, Song Xianzhe wanted to raise his legs and kick twice. Suddenly, a man's voice without sorrow or joy came from behind him: "If you kick the knife badly, you will have to forge for a year." ”

When Song Xianzhe heard this hateful familiar voice, he immediately gritted his teeth, turned around and jumped to his feet and scolded: "You bastard turtle son, don't you know that people are scary and scared to death?

The man pointed to the ground: "There is a shadow, don't be afraid." ”

He looked at the flat-headed knife inserted in the snow again, and said with satisfaction: "This time is good, let's talk about the compensation for the delay in construction." “

Song Xianzhe was almost so angry that he spurted blood, and pointed at the man's nose: "Do you want to be shameless or shameless?" A broken knife wasted a year of my time, and I didn't ask you for kung fu fees, but I actually asked for compensation in turn. Is my year so worthless?"

The man was always expressionless: "What you promise, you have to bear by yourself." Forging a knife a year is not at home for you. ”

Song Xianzhe gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "There is no compensation, hurry up and pay the commission, let's settle the two." ”

The man didn't care: "There is no compensation, I don't want the knife, you can keep it yourself." ”

Song Xianzhe's face turned pale: "What kind of you say, don't want it if you say don't want it." Do you know how much money this broken knife wasted me?

The man also insisted on his opinion: "I don't want a knife." ”

Without waiting for the boy to answer, the man turned and left, neatly dragging mud and water.

Song Xianzhe was so frightened that he hurriedly caught up and grabbed the man's arm, and persuaded him with a smile: "We have something to say, you don't remember the villain, when I was farting just now." The knife has been forged, and you are satisfied, wouldn't it be right to take it today. ”

The man continued to insist: "The knife is sent to you." ”

Song Xianzhe smiled: "Don't don't, this knife is really good." You see, you see, the glossy texture is perfect. It's a gem of a knife and is perfect for big people like you. “

The man asked, "What a year was wasted?

Song Xianzhe made a bitter face: "It was you who asked for it to be forged repeatedly, and it was forged according to your specifications." It cost me all my belongings, so why should I compensate for it?"

The man finally had an expression and sneered: "In this case, I don't want to compensate me, the knife belongs to you, and it is worth your payment." ”

After that, the man left without looking back.

Song Xianzhe was immediately anxious, grabbing the man and sitting in the snow. has to fight with the shrews in Qingyang Town, and they don't let the men leave.

The tone was also very respectful: "Uncle, we have something to discuss." Compensation and compensation, deducted from the commission, what do you think?"

The man said: "Your commission is not enough to compensate, and you have to give me some silver, let me calculate how much." ”

Song Xianzhe's face turned green, and he had to insist on persuading him with good words: "You don't remember villains, don't be like me." Give less commission, more or less is a meaning. You can see it, right?"

The man lowered his eyes and asked, "What if I insist on giving you the knife?"

Song Xianzhe looked dazed: "What do I want a knife for?"

Man: "Do what you want, the longer you use the knife, the more you owe me." ”

Song Xianzhe cried and begged for mercy with a sad face: "I'm a blacksmith, what do I do with a knife, uncle, don't joke with me." ”

The man is seducing: "I'm not kidding, the knife is for you to use at will." I will also teach you how to use a knife, and I will also give you silver to live on. ”

"But you have to swear that the knife is given to you on credit, and if you borrow it, you will pay it back, and the longer you use it, the more you will pay when you return it. ”

Song Xianzhe's eyes widened in disbelief: "How much silver do you give me?"

The man took out a money bag from his bosom, and inside was a pile of golden ingots.

Song Xianzhe's eyes were hooked at that time, and he agreed: "Okay, I am willing." ”

The man said, "If I say something, you tell me." “

"Credit Knife Gate ...... Today"