The old man left Xiao Yao aside, walked like the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Xiao Yao had the leisure to look at the surrounding environment. The three thatched huts are surrounded by a fence made of bamboo, behind the thatched huts, there is a bamboo forest, a small stream falls from the back cliff, zigzags, flows on the side of the huts, passes through the troubled times, trickles into the small lake in the center, and the tinkling sound is endless, refreshing and pleasant.

Xiao Yao walked to the stream, but saw that the stream was crystal clear, like a mirror. Reaching into the stream, I was chilled to the bone. Pick up some with your hand and pour it into your mouth, sweet and cool, the taste is excellent, I can't help but think, I heard that the most critical process of casting a sword is quenching, and the most important thing in the quenching process is the quality of cold water, could it be that the old man chose to live in seclusion here for this spring water?

"Hey~ What are you kid doing there? Come back quickly~" The old man's loud shout came from behind him.

When he walked back to the hut, he saw the old man holding a large jar in his arms and putting it on the ground, and ordered the boy who burned the fire to put a bowl of fragrant stew in the pot and put it on the small wooden table.

Xiao Yao took a bench and sat down, stared at the jar and asked, "Is there good wine in here?" ”

The old man copied two large porcelain bowls, poured half a bowl for each of them, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Today the old man is happy, let you taste the old man's own drunkenness, you are the first person to drink this wine besides me, count it as your boy's blessing." ”

"You're too picky, aren't you, such a big jar, it's not full, pour half a bowl??" Xiao Yao couldn't help but laugh and pointed to the two and a half bowls on the table, burying the old man.

The old man ignored Xiao Yao, covered himself with a plug, and after confirming that it was sealed, he ran back to the house and sat down empty-handed, and said indignantly: "Pick? You think it's rotten wine sold in taverns? This is the best wine that Lao Tzu spent three years exploring to research, and I don't think Lao Tzu will give you a drink! "When he said this, he would take away half of Xiao Yao's bowl.

"Eh~ old man, you are really, you can drink so much!" Xiao Yao took the first step to pick up half a bowl of wine and swallowed it in two gulps, looked at the old man proudly, smacked his lips, frowned, and said: "Hey~ Old man, don't think I'm telling the truth this time, you may be a big expert in ironmaking, but you really don't dare to compliment your wine-making skills, dare to say that it's fine wine?" ”

"Slap~" After all, the strength is still far from the same, and he couldn't avoid the old man's sudden palm, and he was slapped on the back of the head again. Immediately afterwards, the old man roared angrily: "You remember it clearly for Lao Tzu!" Lao Tzu is a divine craftsman! It's not iron! He yelled at Xiao Yao, and then said, "Listen to the meaning of your words, do you still know how to make wine?" I know a lot~Sneer~"

Xiao Yao was speechless for a while, and he didn't dare to confront the old man, and said secretly in his heart: "Isn't the divine craftsman still an ironworker, why are human beings always so hypocritical?" Can't you be a frank person like me..."Pouting, he said dissatisfiedly: "You can't fight in a different place next time, don't always hit your own brain, no matter how smart you are, you will be stupid, a genius will fall by you with a slap, sad!" ”

“STOP！ Stop, stop! Seeing that something was wrong, Xiao Yao jumped back, jumped out of the distance, crossed his hands against his chest, and felt very helpless that the old man was always making surprise attacks.

The old man was still sitting there, picking up the bowl and pouring a sip of wine, squinting his eyes and disdainful Xiao Yao, and said, "I've never seen such a shameless guy as you!" After that, he grabbed a piece of stew, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

After waiting for a minute or two, he stood in the distance and watched the old man finish his drink, and then sat back tentatively. He said to the old man: "Although I don't know how to make wine, I do know that there is a place where the wine is ten times better than yours, and the next time I come again, I will definitely bring you two jars, so that you can know what kind of wine is good." ”

After the wine and meat, Xiao Yao walked depressedly alone on the bamboo forest path, wandering alone. The old man Tie's quirks are not ordinary, he has to take a nap on time every afternoon, kicks Xiao Yao out, and lets him play on the island by himself, but tells Xiao Yao that he must not set foot in the back mountain.

At this time, when the light rain first stopped, Xiao Yao wandered around, came to the shore of the island, found a smooth and clean boulder and lay on it, not only did not feel cold, but there was a faint trace of heat transmitted to the back, which was comfortable.

Looking at the fishing sails in the distance, Xiao Yao snorted secretly, and made an appointment with the boatman that he would not pick him up until the evening, and he had to wait for two hours. There was nowhere to go, the warm wind blew, and gradually fell asleep, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

"Little brother, wake up~" I don't know how long it took, but I heard a sound in my ears, waking Xiao Yao up from my dream.

When I opened my eyes and looked closely, I saw a middle-aged man in a gray cloth robe, followed by two young men in green shirts and holding swords, who looked similar, all staring at Xiao Yao, their eyes full of contempt and disdain.

The middle-aged man looked humble, and asked again at the harmony: "Little brother, please go and spread the word, Mogu Hill Fengsha to meet the god craftsman Tie Lao, and see it, okay?" As he spoke, he took out an ingot of ten taels of gold and handed it to Xiao Yao, and his hand was generous, which made Xiao Yao's eyes light up.

I didn't expect that I could find a stone to sleep on, and I could be hit by a pie falling from the sky, and I put the gold in my arms, and immediately became smiling, and greeted Qiu Fengsha warmly: "Oh~ It turned out that the famous Mogu Qiu Daxia came in person, and the little brother didn't know Mount Tai with his eyes, but the big name and little brother of Qiu Daxia was like thunder, and he had admired it for a long time~ When I saw it today, it was really a hero, and his spirit was extraordinary. ”

This sycophant is loud, anyway, I don't want money, there is a saying: "Eat people with soft mouths, take people with short hands" Xiao Yao complimented Qiu Fengsha vigorously, in fact, where have I heard of the mountains and rivers of Mogu Valley, let alone the number one of Qiu Fengsha. They ran to the island to spread the word for them, and soon disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Dad, to a subordinate like him, Dad asked him to spread the word, which has already given him a lot of face, why do you want to give him so much money? Look at him and he can't close his mouth, a villain's face! One of the teenagers looked at the direction of Xiao Yao's disappearance and said dissatisfiedly, very puzzled that the middle-aged man gave Xiao Yao a gold ingot.

The middle-aged man laughed lightly, put his hands behind his back, looked at the deep and quiet bamboo forest in the distance and said: "Chong'er, you, you are still too little involved in the world, your character has not changed, how can my father rest assured that you are alone in the rivers and lakes?" Learn more from your sister, hey! He sighed helplessly and stopped talking.

The young man who spoke before turned his head to look at the young man next to him who was younger than him, "Sister, why do you always have this expression, as if someone owes you money, boring." Daddy asked me to learn more from you, do you think I'm not right? "I obviously listened too much to the teachings of middle age, and I didn't care about it at all, and I didn't pay attention to it in my left ear and out of my right ear.

The other young man still looked cold, stared at the bamboo forest and replied, "Think for yourself!" "Words are like gold, and there is no afterword.