As soon as he entered the door, Mo Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, a long sword hung around in the small courtyard, and a small shed was set up in the center of the courtyard, and in the shed was a burning black cast iron stove.

"Sit down. Seeing Mochen enter the door, Jian Que reached out from the stove and pulled out a bamboo and wood stool, he raised his hand and threw the stool to Mochen.

"Huh, aren't you an iron-making stove?" Mochen said in surprise, reaching out to catch the stool.

Obviously, there are all kinds of long swords hanging around it, and the iron-making furnace in the middle of the courtyard is actually not used to make iron.

"Who told you I'm a blacksmith?" said the sword with a glare.

"This ...... Then what are you doing with this stove?" Mochen was dumbfounded.

"I did not make this furnace, nor did I forge the sword that hung it, but I lived here, and the rest was left by the previous owner of this house. Jian Que said loudly, as if he was anxious to settle relations with the blacksmith profession.

As he was talking, Jian Que suddenly saw Lilac enter the door, and suddenly his face changed to an amiable expression.

"Little Lilac, come and sit here. As he spoke, he reached out and took a freshly made cork stool from the stove and placed it beside him.

"This is a piece of fine cork that my uncle picked up from the mountains yesterday, and when I came back, I made you a cork stool, you can try it quickly, this cork is comfortable to sit on." ”

Lilac looked at the delicate cork stool in Jian Que's hand, and immediately trotted into the courtyard and took the stool from Jian Que's hand.

"Thank you, uncle, the stool at home is cold and hard, I have long wanted a stool made of cork, but I didn't expect you to remember it. Lilac's face was full of surprise, for her, something as ordinary as this was precious enough.

"Uncle, I go up the mountain every day, and I can pick up treasures casually, and it's not a trivial matter if you want a cork stool. Seeing that Lilac was happy, Jian Que also smiled, he had no relatives in Chuyang Village, and he had never had a deep friendship with the people in the village, so he had always loved Lilac, a frank girl, like his own daughter.

Mo Chen watched this scene from the side, but he also felt quite warm, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a hint of a smile. Whether it was the shoes of the past or the cork stool of the present, Lilac asked for very little, and even then she was satisfied enough, and what was too ethereal for her did not matter.

Is it ordinary and beautiful?, Mo Chen's mind pondered.

"Okay girl, your big brother Mo is going to laugh at you. Seeing that Lilac couldn't put it down, Jian Que quipped.

"Hey, hey. Lilac smiled coquettishly, and then took the stool and sat next to Mochen.

After sitting down, Lilac suddenly thought of the scene of the confrontation between the two just now, and couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Uncle, Brother Mo came to visit you on purpose today, I praised you yesterday, you are good, I will draw my sword with Brother Mo when we meet today." ”

"You girl, you just took a favor from me, and your mouth is not soft. Jian Que said with a smile.

"That's different, these are two things, one yard to one yard, you give me a cork stool, of course I'm happy, not only happy, I want to give Uncle you a gift, my mother said this is called a gift exchange." Lilac muttered, and then her nose wrinkled, "You really scared Lilac outside the door just now." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a company, haha. Jian Que laughed loudly, and his words were doting.

With that, he turned his head to look at Mo Chen.

"Young man, don't blame me, it's true that no one has been able to fight with me in all these years, and the loneliness on the sword is unbearable. As soon as I saw you yesterday, I could feel an extraordinary atmosphere, so I saw Hunting Heart, I thought you were the same as me, so I have been waiting for you at home, but I didn't expect to wait until now, so just now I was also a little angry, but it seems that I am a little rude, please forgive me. ”

"It's my luck to be so valued by the sword master, where can I forgive me. Mo Chen is also modest. Through the battle just now, Mo Chen actually had a trace of shock in his heart, originally he only thought that Jian Que was just an ordinary swordsman, and even if he knew a few swordsmanship, it would not be too strong, so he originally came today just to explore the sword gap wind.

What Xi Niang said to herself last night may not be the truth of the matter, Mo Chen needs more clues to confirm the conjecture in his heart, and the only breakthrough is in Jian Que.

In his opinion, it was strange for Jian Que to leave in a hurry yesterday, so early this morning, Mo Chen thought that if he came into contact with Jian Que under the pretext of asking for swordsmanship, maybe he could really find some clues from him.

But what Mo Chen didn't expect was that Jian Que's attainment in kendo was beyond his imagination, and although the two fought for only a short moment, Mo Chen knew that he had already lost in terms of kendo attainments alone.

Yesterday, under the scanning of his mental power, the strength of the sword lack was clear at a glance, but this is precisely what surprised Mo Chen, because judging from the results of the mental power investigation, the sword lack did not have any cultivation at all, and there was not even a trace of martial arts in the body, at most, the body was stronger than others.

And Jian Que was able to force himself to protect his body with Han Yuan just by relying on his kendo attainments, and the short confrontation before the fight also made Mo Chen feel that the power of the opponent's sword pressure was far superior to his own, forcing him to only take the sword first.

This kind of sword power is coercive, so far Mo Chen has only felt it on Wu Siqian, the lord of Dihai City, but at that time, Wu Siqian was extremely angry and used the Gentleman's Sword True Fang to have such power, compared to today's sword Lack, but only with the iron sword in his hand, he let himself experience this feeling again, which is really a little terrifying, so at this moment, Mo Chen has already put away his contempt.

Seeing Mo Chen say this, Lilac also breathed a sigh of relief, she was originally afraid that Mo Chen would have a bad heart for the lack of swords, after all, on the one hand, Uncle Jian, who treated her like a relative, and on the other hand, Brother Mo, who she liked, no matter what, she didn't want there to be a conflict between the two.

"See, girl, your big brother Mo is big-hearted and won't bother with me. ”

"Uncle Jian, you hate it, ignore you, I'll go home for dinner first, let's talk. The sword lacked a word, and Lilac's cheeks immediately turned red, and she got up and picked up the cork stool, turned her head and ran out of the yard.

Looking at Lilac's figure going out, Mochen sighed inexplicably, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Okay, Lilac is also interesting, now there are only two of us here, just ask whatever you want. Jian Que said lightly.

Mo Chen got up, picked up a fine iron long sword hanging in the courtyard and waved it a few times, exclaiming, "Good sword." ”