According to the guidance of the navigation, in the town of Jinge, I finally came to a two-storey house, this street is full of swordsmiths, hung with the plaque of a certain swordsmith, this is the so-called sword casting street.

When Wen Tao walked in, he found that the temperature was much higher than outside, and the smell of coal was in the air.

Well, that's right here.

After Wen Tao retracted his perspective, he found that there were three black off-road vehicles of the same model parked on the street outside, and the license plates were also serial numbers, so he subconsciously took a second look.

I confirmed the information on my mobile phone and entered a shop called Zhengjiang Sword Shop.

This Zheng Jiang is Zheng Long's personal disciple, although his skills are not at the level of Zheng Long, but he is also a first-class swordsmith in Huaguo, so Wen Tao still chose this Zheng Long instead of other swordsmiths for the sake of safety.

When I opened the curtain, I found that the shop was much smaller than I imagined, except for a few swords hanging on the wall at random, I couldn't tell that this was a shop of a national treasure-level swordsmith who had passed on his disciples.

However, although the shop is small, the overall decoration is very ancient, and even the handrails on the stairs are antique crimson carvings.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man saw Wen Tao walk in, there was a faint momentum between his gestures, and he thought it was a big man, so he hurriedly greeted him and asked politely: "Hello, is there anything wrong?" ”

Wen Tao smiled and said, "May I ask if this is Master Zheng Jiang's shop?" I'd like to ask him to help build a sword, I wonder if that's possible? ”

When the young man heard that it was just an ordinary guest, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his waist straightened up instantly, and he asked again, "Do you have an appointment?" ”

Booking? I didn't say on the Internet that I still have to make an appointment here.

Wen Tao shook his head slightly and said, "I haven't made an appointment, I don't know when I need to wait until I make an appointment now?" ”

When the young man heard that Wen Tao didn't even make an appointment, he didn't understand the rules at all, he was a little disgusted, and frowned and said, "If you don't make an appointment in advance, you may need to wait until a month later." ”

Wen Tao noticed the change in the young man's expression, but he didn't care too much, after all, people just do things according to the rules, at most they think that business here is really good.

He was about to leave to find another shop to fight when he suddenly heard a noise on the stairs.

"Please come back, you are not welcome here!" An old but angry voice rang out.

Wen Tao looked up and found a white-haired old man standing at the staircase on the second floor, saying angrily to several people.

This person is the national treasure-level swordsmith that Wen Tao has seen on the Internet, Zheng Long.

It turned out that after Zheng Long retired, he often came to Zheng Jiang to visit the door, and the second floor became Zheng Long's reception room.

And the few people opposite him, Wen Tao could only see their backs, as well as the dark green military uniform on their bodies, the one led by several people, and the pattern on their shoulders was two bars and four stars.

"Colonel? What did an officer of this level come to Zheng Long for? Wen Tao wondered in his heart.

With Zheng Long's words, the colonel at the head faintly threatened: "Master Zheng, I hope you won't regret it." ”

"Please come back!" Zheng Long's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to take the threat of a few people into account.

Several officers let out a cold snort and turned to go downstairs.

When several people passed by Wen Tao, the person in charge glanced at Wen Tao and the rhino horn wrapped in cloth in his hand coldly, and left without saying a word.

Zheng Long watched a few people leave, his eyes came to Wen Tao's body, and asked the young man in the hall, "Who is this?" ”

The young man waved at Zheng Long and replied, "Master Zheng, this person is a guest who came to find Master Zheng Jiang to forge a sword, but he didn't make an appointment. ”

Zheng Jiang sighed, didn't think much about it, and was about to go back to the room, but before leaving, he glanced at the huge thing in Wen Tao's arms, and asked Wen Tao with some curiosity: "Little brother, may I ask what you have in your hand?" ”

Wen Tao was about to change shops after watching the play, but after hearing Zheng Long's question, he subconsciously replied: "This is the material for forging swords." ”

Zheng Long was stunned, thinking in his heart, how did this person pick up such a big thing, is it very light?

So instead of being able to solve the puzzle, I was more curious about what material was under the fabric.

Zheng Long went downstairs in a hurry, and the frightened young man hurriedly went over to help, but was thrown away by Zheng Long, and also glared at the young man, and said, "I'm not old enough to need help to walk!" ”

The young man looked helpless.

Wen Tao watched Zheng Long walk towards him, not knowing what he meant.

Zheng Long came to Wen Tao and asked a little embarrassedly: "Little brother, I don't know if you can let me see what materials are in it to satisfy my curiosity as an old man." ”

Seeing the appearance of Zheng Long, a dignified national swordsmith, he had just told the young man that he was not old, and now he was calling himself an old man in front of him, and the speed of this change of face made Wen Tao feel a little funny.

Facing such an old naughty boy, Wen Tao also pretended to be embarrassed as if jokingly: "But...... I haven't made an appointment yet, so I won't delay you, right? ”

Zheng Long hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, I have a terrible idle day, and I have a lot of time to waste."

After a pause, Zheng Long then said in high spirits: "And as long as you show me what kind of material you have, I can help you cut the line, no need to make an appointment, and Zheng Jiang doesn't dare to have any opinions." ”

After speaking, he also winked at Wen Tao and motioned for Wen Tao to hurry up.

When Wen Tao heard this, he naturally had no reason to refuse, so he said: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

After saying that, he gently lowered the horn and began to slowly disassemble the fabric.

The young man heard the conversation between the two behind Zheng Long's back, rolled his eyes, and sighed that Wen Tao was really lucky to have Zheng Long personally help him cut in line.

Waiting for the cloth wrapped in a ball to be completely disassembled, revealing the true face of the rhino horn inside, Zheng Long, who came over with the probe, was stunned.

Unexpectedly, it was not the new alloy he imagined, but a huge rhinoceros horn!

Zheng Long looked at Wen Tao and held back a sentence: "Little brother, did you get the wrong material?" Although this rhinoceros horn is large, it is not as hard as steel. ”

Wen Tao smiled when he heard this, and corrected: "Master Zheng, this is not the horn of a rhinoceros, but the horn of a triceratops, as for the hardness, you can try for yourself whether it is really inferior to steel." ”

Triceratops?

Zheng Long didn't react for a moment what kind of animal this was, but the young man on the side exclaimed, "It turns out that you are a transcendent!" ”

Zheng Long frowned and asked, "What transcendent?" ”

At first glance, Zheng Long doesn't often surf the Internet, and he doesn't even know about such a big thing.

However, Zheng Long is not the type who does not listen to things outside the window after all, and after the young man explained to him the relationship between the transcendent and the Black Tower, he reacted.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes stared at Wen Tao!