Immediately after, the wooden door opened from the inside, and Qin Zai and the owner of this shop were stunned.

The shopkeeper was stunned, because Qin Zheng was not Lao Wang, but a young man who looked resolute and handsome, and few young people would come to his shop these days.

And Qin Zheng was stunned, because of the other party's appearance.

This is an old man over sixty years old, but he has the same height as Qin Zheng, and his arms are thick, his back is straight, his forehead is very broad, his face is square, and he still has a three-inch-long white beard at his chin.

Of course, what caught Qin Zheng's attention the most was that this old man's hands, his hands were even bigger than Qin Zheng, the fingers were very thick and rough, and there were wrinkles and dead skin everywhere, but those hands were extremely powerful, and they could be felt just by looking at Qin Zheng.

"You are?" The old man was the first to ask, but he had already turned around and didn't say anything about inviting Qin Zheng in.

"Hello, are you Master Xuanyuan?" Qin Zheng said and walked in by himself.

"yes, are you here to sharpen knives or scissors?" Xuanyuan Mao walked to the table, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it to himself.

Qin Zheng didn't answer immediately, but looked around at the blacksmith shop.

I saw that this place is very disorganized, only more than 20 square meters in size, two rusty shelves occupy half of the place, the shelves are full of all kinds of small objects, there are grinding stones, black sandpaper, small scissors, kitchen knives, axes, sledgehammers, fruit knives and so on.

Qin Zai picked up a fruit knife casually, looked at the blade, and nodded with a smile: "It's not bad to sharpen, but it's a pity that such a knife is really not good as a weapon." ”

"Originally, I peeled fruit." Xuanyuan Mao said very politely.

"A generation of craftsmen a few decades ago has now started the business of sharpening knives, which is a bit overkill, right?" Qin Zheng put down the fruit knife and walked slowly towards Xuanyuan Mao.

Hearing Qin Zheng say that title, a hint of loss appeared on Xuanyuan Mao's old face, but he quickly realized something.

He knew that the person who came today was not an ordinary guest.

Xuanyuan Mao slowly put down the teacup and said in a deep voice: "Hey, boy, what's your name?" ”

"My name is Qin Zheng, I wonder if I can go to your yard to have a look?" Qin Zai asked with a smile.

"My name is Xuanyuan Mao, just call me Lao Mao, since you already know my identity, you must also know my rules, it stands to reason that I have withdrawn from the rivers and lakes and no longer help others build weapons and armor."

"I know, your rules are that you must come up with materials that can create divine weapons before you can make a move, after all, although you have withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, you still want to leave something for yourself, and it is something that can be passed on, but I'm sorry, I don't have too good materials for the time being, I came to you, and I just want you to build a batch of ordinary iron tools." Qin Zheng said with a faint smile.

Xuanyuan Mao glanced at Qin Zheng, and then shook his head helplessly: "Then please go back, the door is there, don't send it." ”

"Lao Mao, I think it's better for you to invite me in to have a look, if I step out of that door and walk out today, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Qin Zheng said confidently.

"Good boy, do you know that although I don't care about the world anymore, you are the only junior who dares to talk to me like this." Xuanyuan said.

As soon as the words fell, a young man's voice came from the back room: "Old man, I am going out to sing with my friends today, hurry up and get me some money." ”

Then, a little fat man with oily hair and pink face walked out, looking at the contour of his face, it was somewhat similar to Xuanyuan Mao, it should be his son, but his temperament was completely different.

Regardless of why this son was so rude to his father, but Xuanyuan Mao just said that no junior dared to talk to him like this, and then there was one.

Qin Zheng just held back a smile and didn't speak.

But looking at Qin Zai's questioning gaze, Xuanyuan Mao felt that Qin Zao seemed to be saying, you were bragging just now.

Xuanyuan Mao immediately turned his head and looked at his son Xuanyuan Lin.

"Stinky boy, is it easy for me to earn some money with your father? Hurry up and get out, no money. Xuanyuan Mao said angrily.

Xuanyuan Lin first glanced at Qin Zheng, and then directly chose to ignore it, but pointed at Xuanyuan Mao and said, "Okay, you old man, have you forgotten what my mother said before she died?" You don't give me money, right, okay, then I won't come back in the future, you can live alone. ”

After speaking, Xuanyuan Lin strode forward, without the slightest hesitation.

"Stop." Xuanyuan Mao finally admitted defeat.

He turned and went inside, and after a while he came out, with a thousand dollars in his hand.

"Save a little ......" Xuanyuan Mao seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, and his voice was no longer calm, but his word 'flower' had not yet been exported, and the money had been taken away by Xuanyuan Lin.

"Why so little? What have you been doing in the last few days? After taking on so much work, you earned this money? If you don't die, don't do it if you can't do it, I think it's better to sell this shop. Xuanyuan Lin said very casually, and walked out directly without waiting for his father to speak.

Seeing this, Qin Zheng finally frowned, this is no longer a joke, but an unfilial son and a dead father who has been pinched.

From this point of view, the life of the craftsman is not good.

However, Qin Zheng also saw Xuanyuan Mao's ability.

I saw that in Qin Zheng's hand, I don't know when there was a small cyan scimitar, and the word Xuanyuan was engraved on the knife, which must have been the payment of Xuanyuan Mao.

When Xuanyuan Lin walked out, Qin Zai smiled and handed over the scimitar: "If I don't come today, your son will steal this and sell it." ”

Xuanyuan Mao looked at the scimitar and was slightly stunned.

This was what Qin Zheng had stolen from Xuanyuan Lin's body just now.

Xuanyuan Mao took the scimitar, stroked the blade and said: "This knife, called Fang, twenty-eight years ago, was asked by the Killer Blue Wolf King to make it, and after his death, his friend avenged him and returned the fangs to me, so that I could keep it as a souvenir." ”

"This is not just a magic weapon, it also represents your friendship." Qin Zheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, but so what? I don't have long to live, and when I die, all my possessions will be passed on to my son, and even if he doesn't sell it now, he will sell it later, and this knife was originally intended to be stolen from him. Xuanyuan Mao said in a deep voice.

"Lao Mao, if I can make your son no longer be a fool, but learn to respect you and honor you, can you come out again?" Qin Zheng asked.

Xuanyuan Mao was slightly stunned, and then shook his head again: "Impossible, that kid has no cure." ”

(End of chapter)