The snow has stopped, but the sky is still hazy, the snow on the street has been swept to the side of the road, and the smooth bluestone slabs are like pieces of black jade embedded in the ground in the dark skylight, revealing an indescribable loneliness and coldness.

"Bell"

In a deserted blacksmith shop on the corner of the street, the sound of hammering could be heard far away at this moment.

The red fire burned monotonously, and the glow of the fire shined through the door, and also illuminated several people in the house.

The burly and sturdy swarthy man, with a sturdy upper body, a hammer in his hand, and a rock-like muscle all over his body would tremble with each tempering, and a cloudy hot sweat would be secreted from his pores, and then under the reflection of the fire and the cold wind outside the door, only time to flow out of the traces, and then evaporated.

It's not just this one.

There were five people in total, of different heights, different ages, and different strength and thinness.

Each of them repeatedly hammered a piece of red-hot iron, hammered up and down, and the piece of iron had gradually stretched out, cooled, and re-entered the furnace, only in the rhythmic thrashing, the five forged objects had gradually revealed their outlines, some knives, some swords.

The sweat splashed on the iron, and it immediately turned into a wisp of white gas.

There were five people in the house.

Outside, there was a man under the eaves, to be precise, who stood quietly, looking gently at a child who was playing and chasing each other under a dead tree, and a small yellow dog happily following the dolls.

Xu is in a good mood, Su Qing squatted there and shook the silver bell on his wrist, pursed his lips at the little milk dog, the tip of his tongue trembled, and his mouth made a greeting sound.

"Tut-tut"

The jumping puppy's ears immediately stood up, but he didn't pay attention to his feet, and while looking at him, he rolled on the ground, rolled a few times, and his body shook, and he trotted towards Su Qing stupidly.

A little girl hurriedly caught up, hugged her in her arms, glanced at Su Qing vigilantly, she looked like she was looking at a thief stealing a dog, and then whispered to a few partners, and then trotted to change places.

Su Qing smiled happily.

"Sir, it's all right!"

When he heard the greeting behind him, he stood up, turned around, and looked at the people behind him.

The thrashing movement is gone,

"Zi"

The sound of refining also stopped.

The five men held the weapons they had made in their hands and put them in front of Su Qing.

There are knives and swords, three of them are swords, and two of them are swords.

The three swords are all narrow and straight, except for the slight difference in the shape of the hilt, almost general, and the same is true for the two knives, which are as narrow as swords, but they are unilaterally bladed, and the blade has a trace of arc.

These are the five foundries that Chen Er found, and now they are trying their skills according to Su Qing's drawings.

"Sir, although the knife drawn on this piece of paper is rare, it is more delicate, and it has its own advantages from ordinary steel knives!"

The swarthy man, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, a Chinese face, a thick stubble on his face, a pair of polished nails, and a pair of big hands full of hard calluses were holding the two drawings given by Su Qing, and his mouth was full of surprise and admiration.

Several other craftsmen also spoke.

"It's like a Tang knife!"

"It's like the rumored Dongying sword!"

Su Qing smiled mildly and said softly: "This is originally a sample of the Tang knife, but because my knife skills are a little peculiar, in order to increase the dexterity of the change, I added a trace of arc to the blade!" ”

He took a cast long sword from his hand, flicked his fingers, and the sword body immediately trembled, and then placed it in his hand one by one, as if weighing it and feeling something.

"Yes, but the knife should be longer, four feet, about two and a half fingers wide, the blade is tough and sharp, and for the rest, you will do your best to cast a good knife for me!"

"As for the sword, it should also be four feet, two fingers wide, no sword grid, hard spine sword, but not too rigid and easy to break, the sword body and hilt are integrated, and the rest, you come by yourself, if it is successful, ten thousand taels per person!"

"Hehe, Mr. is polite, money is not secondary, we hold the hammer for half a lifetime, the sharp weapons cast under the hammer are all mortal iron, a thousand hammers are not enough, a hundred can not be refined, has been regretted by life, today I can see this kind of strange iron, if you can cast a pair of magic weapons, all the wish of the rest of your life, get a reputation, it is not a penny, it doesn't matter!"

The big man looked at the different kinds of fine gold in the iron box, and the essence of the tiger's eyes shimmered, and seemed to be extremely excited, and most of the others were the same. Someone couldn't wait to take the fine iron in it, and praised: "These fine gold and strange iron have their own wonders, hard and tough, warm and cold, I am afraid it will take a lot of time to run in, but the five of me work together, temper day and night, ten days is enough!" ”

Su Qing didn't say anything more when he saw this, the world is all the same, in the end, most of what he wants is average, nothing more than the word "achievement", success and fame, martial arts is based on martial arts, painters are based on Danqing skills, and violinists are based on qin skills, these blacksmiths naturally have to hammer down to see the real kung fu.

"Then it's trouble!"

Leave a message with a smile.

Su Qing got out of the shop, and then walked to the inn.

Now the "plum blossom thief" case, make the rivers and lakes rumor, this Baoding City is also because of Lin Xian'er, three days ago, "Xingyunzhuang", the plum blossom thief has appeared, many good people from all over the world gathered here, which is not in Xingyunzhuang, is in his inn.

As soon as I got out of the street corner, I listened to the sound of horses' hooves flying by on the long street, as if Changge poked the ground, and the frightened chickens and dogs jumped.

Thinking about some of the words that a few people said when they were drunk last night, the heroic words, the jokes of the rivers and lakes, and the words of the north and the south, he couldn't help but feel funny, the friends in the rivers and lakes are like this, everyone has their own secrets in their hearts, they are happy when they are drunk, and they are scattered when they wake up.

The cooled heart seems to have come alive because of a drunkenness.

But when he was about to arrive in front of the inn, he took his mind away, and his eyes were half smiling, and he saw many people standing on both sides of the street, waiting for it, as if watching some good show.

Not far away, there was a burst of angry scolding, and the sound of fist wind stirring.

Suddenly.

"You are the living God of Wealth, Mr. Su?"

A cold, cold voice pierced into his ear like a sharp sword.

"The man is back!"

Immediately, someone in the crowd heard and saw it, and they all dispersed one by one.

"The living god of wealth?"

Su Qing was stunned when she heard this, where did this vulgar family name come from?

Then he saw a young man in brocade, holding a sword in his arms, walking to the opposite side of him, blocking his way.

The young man's sword eyebrows were bright and his face was handsome, but at this time, there was a deep jealousy and anger in his eyes.

Su Qing swallowed and smiled: "Under Su Qing, but is there something?" ”

"Naturally, there is, that is, you let Mei Er heal Li Xunhuan, causing Old Man Qin's beloved son to die?"

Another man spoke angrily and scolded.

Su Qing was stunned again, and he asked a little incomprehensibly: "Who is Old Man Qin?" What does it matter to me about his son's death? ”

But he nodded again immediately.

"However, it was indeed Li Xunhuan who I asked Mei Erzhi!"

"Hmph, when there is really no one in his eyes, the old man Qin is the old man Qin Xiaoyi, who was injured in pursuit of the plum blossom thief yesterday, and went to seek medical treatment, who would have thought that this Mei Er would not be rescued, only said that the king of heaven Lao Tzu came and did not admit it, only to save Li Xunhuan, poor Qin Zhong had a good life, this is gone. And you let the evil slaves kill seven martial arts heroes yesterday, and you have to ask for an explanation for this matter! ”

But seeing that the person who spoke had towering cheekbones, a majestic face, a slightly sparse white beard, drooping corners of his mouth, and a wide mouth and a straight nose, he was filled with righteous indignation at this moment, and raised his eyebrows angrily, revealing three points of murderous aura.

In the inn, there was a shout and scolding: "Let your mother's fart, I just said let you wait, who would have thought that the little young master of the Long family was vicious by nature and wanted to harm Li Tanhua, I refused to treat you in a fit of anger!" ”

It was Mei Er, who was poor and sour and talented, and he had a slap mark on his cheek at the moment, and his cheeks were swollen.

Zhao Zhengyi said sharply without smiling: "Hmph, look at your slave's words, it is really majestic, that young master Long is only a doll a few years old, and he is embarrassed to be wronged!" ”

Su Qing understood it.

"You're funny, according to you, if you die, you should go to the plum thief? How did you come to me? ”

"By the way, who are you?"

The angry man snorted. "Listen, boy, I am known as the iron-faced selfless in the rivers and lakes, Zhao Zhengyi, and this is my eldest brother Qin Lao Xiaoyi next to me!"

Su Qing looked at the brocade-clothed boy again.

"What about you?"

The young man said coldly:

"Young Master of Tibetan Sword Villa!"

Su Qing suddenly realized.

"Oh, You Longsheng? I see, you're here because of Xian'er! ”

His laughter is harmless to humans and animals.

But when the young man heard the word Xian'er, his eyes instantly turned red, almost bloodshot, and he roared, "You are not allowed to call this name!" ”

Su Qing suddenly looked at the other middle-aged man in brocade clothes beside Zhao Zhengyi, his eyes lit up. "Who is this?"

Zhao Zhengyi smiled coldly.

"Hmph, this is my fourth brother, Long Xiaoyun!"

"Fourth Master Long? I have admired the daimyo for a long time! ”

The smile on Su Qing's face was even worse.

"Then it seems that a few people can't be good today?"

Zhao Zhengyi had a calm face and said, "Well, you have to serve tea and pour water first, and then make amends!" ”

Su Qing sighed: "How do you want me to make amends?" ”

Zhao Zhengyi said coldly: "Hmph, it's up to you!" ”

"Bang Bang!"

Su Qing stroked his palm and smiled.

"Well said, reasonable!"

"But since you said to look at me, then I'll do what I want!"

Su Qing stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

But I saw the inn, on the roofs on both sides of the long street, figures emerged, and the blades in their hands were bright and cold.

He glanced at Zhao Zhengyi and whispered: "Hehe, I'll give you a chance, you say the previous words again!" ”

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