Senju Zhai.

Hu Wei put on a silver mask again, and wore an unknown black cloak on his body, as well as a few holes, the kind that would leak the wind.

At this moment, she was still holding the dog's tail grass in her mouth, her hands were on her waist, squinting and looking up at the three low-key luxury and connotation of "Qianzhongzhai".

Dare to take such a name, it seems that it should be a bit expected.

Hu Wei stayed where he was for a while, lifted his robe, and strode in.

Along the way, no one came to receive Hu Wei, and he was surrounded by shirtless, five big and three thick men.

In the middle of the room is a large stove, which is an oven. A bellows is set by the hearth, and the bellows is pulled, and the wind enters the furnace, and the flames in the furnace jump straight. The iron to be forged is first burned red in the furnace, and then the blacksmith master moves the red-hot iron to the big iron pier (called 'anvil' in dialect), generally by the blacksmith apprentice holding a sledgehammer for forging, the blacksmith master holds the iron tongs in his left hand to turn the iron, and the right hand holds a small hammer while directing the apprentice to forge with a specific striking method, and at the same time uses a small hammer to modify the key position, so that a square iron is beaten into a round iron rod or a thick iron rod is beaten into a slender iron rod. It can be said that in the hands of the old blacksmith, hard pieces of iron can be squared, round, long, flat, and pointed.

The crackling sound came into Hu Wei's ears, and she didn't squint, she walked directly past these people and walked to the second floor.

It wasn't until Hu Wei walked all the way to the second floor that someone was waiting for her respectfully.

"So far, Childe is the third person who walks up without squinting, and admires him. Please come down and meet our hosts. The man with clear eyebrows bent over and smiled gracefully.

Hu Wei was dressed in tatters, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked like a hanger.

The young man thought that this man would be eager to follow him, but he didn't expect that this seemingly indecent man refused with a smile: "No, the master came today just to find the best blacksmith here for you, as long as you can create a weapon that the master is satisfied with, money is not a problem." ”

A flash of surprise flashed in Lu Yichen's eyes, this was the first time that someone refused to see the owner.

This is also the first time that Lu Yichen feels that what Lu Gu'an said is true, and he does not know the full picture, so he will not comment.

"Please wait in the wing, and then go to find Yan Lao." Lu Yichen smiled and nodded politely.

Hu Wei took out a drawing from his waist, handed it to Lu Yichen, and said: "You take this directly to Yan Lao to see, if you can make it, the master will wait, if not, the master is not embarrassed, you send the drawings back to the master, and the master will leave." ”

Lu Yichen bent down and took it respectfully, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

Could anyone trust him so much?

A touch of meaning flashed in Hu Wei's eyes, she didn't know what this young man was thinking, with her hands behind her back, Hu Wei walked directly into the side room.

The person who can make this thing must have first-class character and technology, and she has confidence in herself.

Lu Yichen clenched the drawings in his hand, glanced at the direction of Hu Wei's departure, and quickly turned to leave.

But a pillar of incense time.

Hu Wei heard a rush of footsteps, a touch of news crossed his eyes, Hu Wei lay leisurely in the recliner, his face under the silver mask did not show the slightest panic.

She believes that as long as the blacksmith has vision and experience, he will know what a valuable thing to study this is.

As long as it can be built, it will definitely shock the entire rivers and lakes.

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It's all settled.

Hu Wei stood up, stretched out his hand in a very gentlemanly manner, and looked at Yan Lao with a smile: "Nanshan is waiting for your results here." ”

Yan Lao is only in his early fifties, but he is already full of gray hair, at this moment his cloudy eyes are full of excitement, his old and calloused hands wiped his clothes, and then he excitedly held Hu Wei's hand and said: "Nan Gongzi, don't worry, this old man of the Streamer Sword Shadow must be forged!" ”