The old blacksmith became more and more mysterious in Qi Lin's eyes.

I became interested in this old man for a while, but I couldn't ask anything more.

Qi Lin didn't know where to go, so he simply stayed in this small thatched hut in the middle of this vast desert for two days.

Talking to the old blacksmith, Qi Lin felt very happy in his heart.

Because no matter what kind of questions he had, the old blacksmith's answer would make him suddenly clear.

"Old blacksmith, you won't even tell me your name, I don't think you were an ordinary person before."

Qi Lin went to a nearby town to get a lot of wine, and then returned to the thatched hut and drank with the old blacksmith.

"For what?" The old blacksmith laughed.

"You're like a teacher." Qi Lin said slowly.

"Teacher?"

"Well, I'm in a much better mood now, and I've figured out a lot of things, thank you."

"Ha Luha, thank me for what, I'm not a teacher, I'm an old blacksmith who makes iron."

Qi Lin took a sip of wine, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the scarlet blood bloomed a flower on the floor.

The old blacksmith's face changed when he saw this scene.

walked to Qi Lin's side.

"You've been injured before?" The old blacksmith's face was solemn, and he grabbed Qi Lin's hand to take the pulse, a very simple pulse action, the painful Qi Lin couldn't help but take a look at it more, Valoran Continent, technology and magic coexist, and Eastern culture and things also exist, but compared to Western culture, this old blacksmith who doesn't seem to be simple still has such a hand.

"It's fine, I've got a little injury." Qi Lin said with a smile.

"Good wine." The reckless self raised the wine bag and took another sip.

"The more you drink the wine, the warmer it gets, and the more you drink the water, the colder it gets. Looking at the old blacksmith with a smile.

After Qi Lin was severely injured by Loki, who was unparalleled in the world, his wounds collapsed twice, and before he healed, he experienced a knife in his heart, and he crossed mountains and mountains alone, wandering thousands of miles. The current Qi Lin has long been empty to the extreme.

"It's very badly injured, and it's not easy to hurt you."

Qi Lin remembered that day, Loki's toughness, and then remembered the woman hiding in the shadows.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in two days." Qi Lin said with a smile.

The old blacksmith's face was solemn.

Qi Lin didn't expect that the old blacksmith would take out a box from his home, which was full of dust and silver needles, and he didn't expect that this old man who spoke very reasonably still knew the art of acupuncture.

A day later.

Qi Lin felt a lot better, and the old blacksmith was very set.

"Thank you."

"You've said this word to me several times in the past two days." The old blacksmith said with a smile.

"Old blacksmith, what the hell are you doing, really just a blacksmith? What's your name. ”

"A name is just a code name, identity is just a form of essence, and my essence is an old blacksmith who strikes iron."

The old blacksmith's own information refused to be revealed at all, and Qi Lin was helpless, looking at the old blacksmith's eyes with a twinkle in his eyes, full of curiosity.

Look at this mysterious old blacksmith who has been in the desert for more than twenty years, and his words wake up the people in his dreams.

Qi Lin suddenly thought of a sentence.

The more people with stories, the more quiet and simple, and the more superficial and thin people are, the more impetuous and restless. The real strong man is not a person without tears, but a person who still runs with tears in his eyes.

Presumably, the old blacksmith must be such a person.

Qi Lin looked at the desert in the distance, which was always a hue.

I was about to enter the house, when I suddenly heard a loud shout and the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

When I turned around, I saw dust flying on the sand dunes in the distance.

About twenty or thirty people.

They all looked very fierce, veiled, with a big knife under their crotch, a musket at their waists, and everyone was full of anger between their eyebrows, obviously not a good person.

I saw that when this group of people passed by here, they seemed to have found this thatched house.

Suddenly, the horse's hooves sped away, kicking up clouds of dust and heading here.

Qi Lin suddenly frowned.

Glancing back at the old blacksmith who was striking iron in the smith's shop, he saw that the old man's face was as calm as water, and he couldn't see any waves.

"Phew!"

The group stopped in front of the house.

When they got closer, Qi Lin could clearly see the ruthlessness in their eyes and the killing aura on their bodies.

"Let go of me!"

A coquettish cheer rang out.

Qi Lin looked over with the voice, it was a very young girl, there was a lot of dust on her linen coarse clothes, and a pair of bright eyes could see tears whirling, although there was a lot of dust on her face, but it still couldn't hide her beautiful color.

was tied to a big man's horse, and when he saw Qi Lin and the old blacksmith at this moment, as if he saw hope, he struggled and shouted.

"Help, help me, they're horse thieves!"

The first masked man with a musket at his waist and a scimitar under his crotch rode forward, who seemed to be the leader, and when he heard the woman's cry for help, he looked back, and saw that the woman's mouth was gagged.

Then he turned around with cold eyes, and looked at Qi Lin and the old blacksmith with a hint of contempt, obviously not taking the two of them in his eyes, in broad daylight, a team of people and horses were naked with a girl who didn't know where to snatch it.

"Hey, is there a downtown area around here?"

The man at the head had a low voice and glanced at the two of them lightly.

Qi Lin glanced back at the old blacksmith, who was casually striking the iron and did not speak.

"I don't know what to do." Qi Lin said, glancing at the woman who was still struggling on the horse, and seeing himself and the old blacksmith with a pair of clear eyes seemed to be grasping a life-saving straw.

"You don't know what to do?"

The horse's hooves moved, "Old fellow, do you know what to say?" ”

"I don't know what to say, I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"Hmph, you're a blacksmith? How can there be no downtown around the iron? Dare to lie to me? Old immortal thing, go to hell and strike iron! ”

The horse thief at the head of the horse thief suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes, and without saying a word, he directly pulled out the musket on his waist on the spot, and wanted to kill the old blacksmith.

Qi Lin's face suddenly sank, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"Bang!"

Qi Lin's heart jumped, the other party didn't give the old blacksmith a chance at all, obviously arrogant to a little, presumably he had done too much to kill people without saying a word.

Looking back, Qi Lin's eyes froze, and the twenty or thirty horse thieves were also stunned.

I saw that the old blacksmith raised a piece of iron that was being beaten to block the bullet, and the bullet hit the weak point, which made the iron wall bend a little, and the old blacksmith continued to fight on the smith's shop without panic.

"Being a man, just like this iron, you need to be beaten from time to time, so that it can be hard for a longer time, some people, can withstand the beating, the most can be beaten into a sharp sword, some people, can not withstand the beating, the most reluctant, it will be broken!"

The old blacksmith said nonchalantly.

"Dang!" There was a crisp sound, and the unformed piece of iron in his hand was broken by the hammer.