Zhao Xian withdrew his hand stupidly, let go of Huang Tiantian, and just wanted to warn a few words, but when he thought of Huang Tiantian's shame and anger, he actually got up and rushed towards the stove, wanting to get back her big knife.

This girl is estimated to be confused, the knife is about to burn red, and the little hand of the water spirit touches it, and this life is estimated to be over.

Zhao Xian hurriedly stopped Huang Tiantian and said urgently: "This knife is burned red, and it can't be touched." After speaking, he grabbed the broadsword with the fire tongs and threw it into the pool on the side, and a burst of white mist came out.

"Shame on you!" Huang Tiantian's eyes spewed boundless anger, her face was red, the numbness on her buttocks had not dissipated, she was a big girl who had not been out of the pavilion, the shameful feeling made her tremble, and she felt unspeakably uncomfortable in her heart, her legs were a little weak, she clenched her silver teeth, forcibly suppressed the strangeness in her heart, and wanted to tear Zhao Xian alive.

Facing the murderous eyes of the little girl Huang, Zhao Xian just laughed dryly, his eyes wandered, when nothing had happened, he turned around and continued to pick up the hammer, and for a while he hit the iron, and interrupted casually: "That... I'll go, you don't have to look at me like this..."

Huang Tiantian secretly rubbed the sore spot behind him, and the faint strangeness was still on his buttocks, as if there was an invisible big hand there, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, when did she suffer this kind of grievance, but the loss had already been eaten, even if she beat Zhao Xian once, she couldn't make up for her loss, and she didn't necessarily beat it, she could only continue to suffer if she rushed up, Huang Tiantian's temper, how could she swallow this breath.

Huang Tiantian was angry, and suddenly saw a few official knives under the shelf next to him, which should be made for the yamen, Huang Tiantian's eyes lit up slightly, and there was a sneer on her face, she is catching her head now, and she will use this excuse tomorrow to copy Zhao Xian's shop, although Zhao Xian will not be severely punished for a reason, but it is indispensable to take a few boards, if Zhao Xian just resists, hum......

"Zhao Xian, I'm not done with you." Huang Tiantian sneered, left a cruel word, kicked open the door and ran out, his emaciated shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked like he was going to eat people.

Zhao Xian glanced back at this time, Huang Tiantian walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the palm of his hand, there was a small crescent-like tooth mark on it, and a few traces of blood oozed out, which showed how hard this bite was.

'This little girl, her ass is not small, didn't she touch you, is she so excited? Zhao Xian muttered, thinking of the wonderful touch of the buttocks, his heart rippled again, and he quickly shook his head again, put his thoughts aside, and concentrated on making the hoe.

It's a pity that God didn't plan to let Zhao Xian do business in peace, just a moment after Huang Tiantian left, a convoy appeared on the spacious street outside.

On the not spacious South Street, most of the merchants have opened their doors, and a few old men in cotton jackets are sitting in braziers, stretching their necks to look at the passing convoy.

This convoy was different from ordinary caravans, in the middle of a few luxuriously decorated carriages, the tall wheels pressed on the uneven stone bricks 'clucking', around the convoy, a dozen people riding tall horses, with long knives at their waists as guards, dressed in black robes, the figures were almost the same, each unsmiling, disciplined, guarding around the carriage, eyes seemed to sweep randomly, but each had a division of labor, looking in every direction in all directions.

With the sound of "ding, ding", the convoy swayed through the road outside the blacksmith shop, all black horses, with heavy snorts in their nostrils, but did not make a neighing sound, just like the horse guards are well-trained, the pedestrians on the side of the road are consciously out of the way, the probe probed to look at the car, but the guard glared back, hurriedly lowered his head and stood aside, secretly guessing that the big man came to Changzhou.

"Ah Xiang, stop!"

Suddenly, in a carriage in front of him, an order came out, and the guards on both sides paused at the same time, and even the horse's ass shook their heads, as if waiting for the order.

An old man who was also riding on a horse, dressed in a soap robe and a fur hat, with a thin face and a frozen neck, immediately jumped off his horse when he heard this, walked quickly to the side of the car, bowed down and said, "Master, what do you command?" ”

The person in the car did not answer, the black curtain was gently opened by a hand, and an old man with white temples and extraordinary aura appeared, this person was dressed in a snow-white robe, carrying a long sword at his waist, slightly chubby, white skin, eyes like torches, although his face was expressionless, but there was a momentum of not being angry and self-righteous, and his eyebrows were vaguely visible in his demeanor, but unfortunately now there are a few wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

Ah Xiang hurriedly bowed down, signaled with his eyes, and immediately a guard jumped off the horse, half-kneeling on the snow, hunched his back as a pedal, trying to take the old man down, there was no complaint between the thick eyebrows and big eyes, but with a sense of respect, as if it was also a glorious thing to be a foot for the old man.

The old man was blown by the cold wind mixed with snowflakes, and tightened the white robe on his body casually, and when he saw the guards squatting on the ground, he lightly jumped off the tall wheel.

Ah Xiang was shocked, and the guards also quickly stepped forward to support the old man, Ah Xiang looked frightened and said hurriedly: "Master, what are you doing, your body is important, don't be scared." ”

"It's okay!" After the old man landed, he shook it slightly, and then he stood firmly, he rubbed his waist, and said kindly: "The body is old, and if you don't move anymore, if you want to move in the future, I'm afraid there will be no chance." ”

Uncle Xiang hurriedly took out a mink cloak from the car, draped it on the old man's shoulders, and said respectfully: "Master, it's freezing outside, you come out to do anything, don't freeze your body." ”

The old man did not answer, raised his eyes to look at the snow-covered houses on both sides of the street, and walked slowly towards the blacksmith shop with his hands behind his back.

Coming to the door, the old man looked up, looked at the huge iron signboard, frowned slightly, as if he was studying, his deep eyes flashed a little different color, slightly, he touched his beard, nodded and said: "'Zhao sledgehammer blacksmith shop', although the text is thick, the words are not vulgar, the pen is strong and dusty, not contaminated with the slightest ingenuity, faintly has its own trend, the person who writes this word, must be the heart of the world, proud of the high people, I didn't expect to be old, in his later years to be able to meet such a master. ”

"Master Gaojian!" Uncle Xiang hurriedly clapped his hands, although he didn't understand much, but the old man said yes, naturally it was good, he raised his head, looked into the blacksmith shop, and saw that there were people inside, so he said: "This master actually wrote a signboard for the blacksmith shop, and he must be familiar with the reckless man inside, so let me go and investigate." ”

"Slow!" The old man stopped Xiangbo, withdrew his gaze from the iron signboard, threw himself into the wooden door of the blacksmith shop, and personally searched for the owner of the blacksmith shop.

In the convoy, in the carriage behind him, a little girl's head poked out, combed a girl's bun, and her little face had a hint of cuteness.

Zhao Xian concentrated on hitting the iron, the tinkling noise was very loud, and he didn't notice that there was someone at the door, he was wearing the tattered leather apron, and the other naked bodies were dyed black and white by the flying sparks, holding a big hammer of more than forty catties in one hand, and smashing it towards the red-hot iron block one after another, not fast or slow, like a tired machine.

When the old man saw Zhao Xian's demeanor, his eyes lit up slightly, striking iron is a chore, and it requires the two of them to cooperate and exchange, this tall young man actually wielded a hammer with tongs in one hand and another hand, without the slightest sign of exhaustion, such strength is not something ordinary people can have.

The old man clapped his hands at the door and laughed loudly: "Little friend, big strength!" ”

Zhao Xian felt that the light was dim, the hammer paused, glanced back, and immediately raised his eyebrows.

The brocade robe and jade belt, Xiao Si's follower, at first glance, is a rich man.

Zhao Xian became interested, put down the hammer in his hand, wiped his hands with a rag, and responded shyly: "Uncle has won the award, we who do rough work rely on a little strength to eat." "Smile at every time, this is the common sense of doing business, if you see the guests are also arrogant, who will come to the door, and a kind smile, will make the guests relax their vigilance, slaughter is also convenient.

Zhao Xian's 'honest' appearance made the old man very satisfied, holding his beard and smiling: "Don't be modest, don't be modest, rely on your own strength, and eat with your skills, this is the ability, the ability is only about whether there is or not, how can there be a difference between thickness and thinness." ”

These words were very much in line with Zhao Xian's appetite, he threw his apron aside, and regardless of the light snow outside, ** walked out.

"Yikes!" On the carriage not far away, there was a delicate exclamation, and the curtain that had just been raised was also lowered, which made Zhao Xian strange for a while, has he never seen a shirtless man? What's all the fuss.

The old man looked at Zhao Xian carefully, his sharp figure, his explosive muscles, no matter how he looked at it, he had a manly charm.

Let the old man's eyes flashed a strange light, the old face, revealing complex and strange emotions, after a while, shook his head and sighed: "This is a man, that looks like an old man..."

Zhao Xian was shocked when he heard this, isn't this guy a man? He jerked a few steps away, stared at the old man cautiously, and found a piece of clothing to put on.

The old man also realized the slip of the tongue, waved his hand and chuckled, and continued: "This old bone can't even ride a horse, and it really can't be called a man who stands up to the sky." ”

With this chicken bone frame-like physique, even if he is young, I'm afraid he is still a sissy, how can he compare with me, an iron-blooded real man? Zhao Xian thought disdainfully.

The old man pointed to the iron signboard above, with a little expectation in his eyes, and said with a friendly face: "This handwriting, I don't know if it was written by that master, can Xiaoyou recommend it on his behalf, and fulfill the wish of the old man." ”

It turned out to be a question, but seeing that it was not a plot against his 'beauty', Zhao Xian breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to the old man, and said: "Of course I know, but I can't tell you casually, you also know that I am a craftsman and make hard money, so ......" Zhao Xian rubbed his fingers.

The old man didn't know why at first, but it took a while to react and give Ah Xiang a look.

Ah Xiang obviously didn't plan to give money, no matter how big the family business is, it can be saved up by a penny, how can people blackmail like this, he pointed at Zhao Xian and said: "You kid, you don't know how to lift, my lord's daughter..."

"Shut up!" The old man's eyebrows were raised slightly, and there was no other movement, Xiang Bo hurriedly bowed, did not dare to say more, took out a silver ingot from his arms, and put it in Zhao Xian's hand.

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