The man's expression was a little strange when he heard this, but with his knowledge and cultivation, he was relieved after a while, indicating that he could understand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Protection, it's a bit interesting, in fact, if you want to repair your sword, it's okay."

When Su Ming heard this, he pulled the bird out of the scabbard, and took a closer look at it, a little unconvinced.

"Really?"

"Haha, sir, this Mr. Sima has read countless swords in his life, and he is a real person who knows swords, he said that if there is a way, there must be a way."

Seeing that Su Ming was a little suspicious, the man next to him immediately picked up the conversation to refute Su Ming, and at a glance, he knew that Mr. Sima had a very important position in this man's heart, almost undoubtedly.

Su Ming thought about it, this person helped him to cultivate his sword, it couldn't be for money, so if it wasn't for money, what would it be for. Now Su Ming has one more heart than before, there is no free lunch for him to eat in this world, and if there is one, it is also poisonous, so what is his purpose?

"Haha, you have to rely on yourself to cultivate this sword, I also met by chance, and I just had an idea in my heart!"

Mr. Sima seemed to have seen through Su Ming's concerns, still squinting his eyes, and said with a light face. Being said like this, Su Ming felt a little guilty in his heart, but it was his own villain's heart.

"Please sir teach me?"

After deciding on it, Su Ming asked respectfully. When Mr. Sima saw this, he simply said two words with one mouth.

"Gotta grind!"

Su Ming looked puzzled, he had been doing this for a long time, what kind of method was this.

"How?"

"You also heard it just now, this sword will be like this because it is immersed in copper water, this iron and copper are different, you just need to grind it layer by layer, and when the copper outside is worn off by you, the original face of this sword will also appear, it will be very sharp, and then you think about it, don't you have the demeanor of this divine soldier."

This sounds completely undesirable, like a fool's dream, which has to be grinded until the year of the monkey. But when Mr. Nasima said it, his face was solemn, and he said it seriously, although his eyes were still squinted.

Su Ming looked at the sword in his hand and hesitated, when would he be able to sharpen the sword, even the man on the side looked at Mr. Sima with some embarrassment.

"Alas!"

Su Ming sighed, let him lose this sword, still very reluctant.

"Thank you sir for reminding me, then grind!"

Mr. Sima's squinted eyes suddenly opened a little, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Su Ming saw that his eyes were very special, making people feel very empty, just not as godly as normal people, but they made people feel that he was staring at himself.

"I didn't expect to meet such a lovely person as the little brother today, interesting! Molten slave, go and bring my stone and give it to this gentleman! ”

Hearing this, the man immediately opened his mouth wide, his face was stunned, and he hesitated, as if he could not resist Mr. Sima's prestige, and turned around and walked to the backyard.

Stone, Su Ming was curious, and sent a stone to himself, isn't it engraved on it. Su Ming didn't know, but he wanted to see what it was, so he looked around, touched it, and looked at it. Mr. Sima was also surprised, just smiled.

After a while, the man came in from behind, holding something in both hands, wrapped in a white cloth, and seemed to be very careful, this stone could not be a treasure.

Mr. Sima stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly, Su Ming's eyes were immediately attracted, what was in this, making it so mysterious. But after opening it, Su Ming felt that there was nothing abnormal, just a big black stone with uneven edges and corners, and it was very ugly.

"This stone comes from the land of Baiyue, and if you want to sharpen your sword, use it to sharpen it. This stone is full of fine particles, but the hardness is far a hundred times higher than that of ordinary grinding stones, you can sharpen your sword with this thing, you can get twice the result with half the effort, and I will give it to you today. ”

Su Ming took it, looked at the fine particles on it, and gently rubbed it with his fingers.

"Sir, be careful......"

Before the man could speak, a tingling pain suddenly came, and Su Ming looked at his finger again, and there was a cut, and it was already bleeding. Su Ming was surprised, such an ordinary stone should be worth a lot of money if it has such power. Su Ming hurriedly stretched out his hand and handed the stone to Mr. Sima's hand.

"It's too expensive to use in the future."

As the saying goes, no merit is not lost, even if he Su Ming is stupid, he understands this truth, and it is indeed strange to meet such a person casually, and to give him such a treasure.

"Haha, to tell the truth, this sword has a lot of relationship with me, this sword is called Seven Star Dragon Yuan, it is the famous sword of Wu Zixu's family, Wu Zixu accidentally fell into the river in the escape, and then was obtained by my people, and was destroyed by my people twenty years ago. When I see it today, I just can't bear this sword to be so wasted, I borrowed this thing from you, and I also hope that this sword can regain its brilliance, and after you use up this stone, you can also return it! ”

Su Ming didn't expect such a sword to have such a origin, it turns out that you were called Seven Star Longyuan before, and it was someone else's, Su Ming hurriedly took the sword into his arms.

"It's called the Sparrow now."

Leaving the bird, Mr. Sima repeated these two words several times, a little distracted, and his thoughts seemed to drift to a distant place, as if he was thinking about the appearance of this sword before.

"Not bad, good name."

Mr. Sima put the stone in Su Ming's hand, and then turned around and left without even saying hello.

"This ......"

Su Ming looked at the man, and he still wanted this stone in his heart.

"Since he said it to you, you can use it first, and then return it when the sword is sharpened."

Seeing this, Su Ming didn't plan to be embarrassed, he held the stone in his arms, nodded at the man, and it could be regarded as a salute, and he often went out for a walk when he turned around. But after walking a few steps, he came to the side of a long case, and dropped two more black things.

The man went over, picked it up and took a closer look in the sunlight outside, hey, it was actually two old Wei knife coins, and when the man looked up again, how could he still see Su Ming's figure.

Su Ming felt a little embarrassed to take other people's things for no reason, and the only valuable thing on his body was these two knife coins, so he threw him down. The coil given by my mother was finally used.

Night.

Because of the curfew imposed by the Qin Law, the streets of the city were empty.

A light in the southwest corner of the city is still on, and a few figures can be vaguely seen from the outside, passing through seven or eight large stoves, and entering the inside, only to see the first person, it is Mr. Sima who gave Su Ming stone during the day.

At this time, Mr. Sima was holding a white silk in his hand, which was covered with black ink, and when he looked closely, he was full of words. Mr. Sima squinted at the lamp, his expression was a little solemn and distracted.

The man standing next to him for a hundred days, the Rongnu, wanted to speak several times, but swallowed it back again.

"Molten slave, you can say it!"

Mr. Sima didn't look at it, as if he already knew that the molten slave had something to say.

"Is it okay?"

The molten slave held back for a long time, his eyes were full of hope, and he raised his head and lowered it again after speaking, his expression gloomy.

"Not good."

Mr. Sima's voice was a little cold.