In the face of these simple and enthusiastic people in Koike Town.

Ye Changqing also naturally showed a quiet smile, and nodded to everyone with a smile.

Afterwards.

He first came to the huge black tiger corpse and reached out to caress the black tiger's fur.

Really.

This black tiger is indeed thick enough to have rough skin and thick flesh, but every fluff on its body is as hard as a steel needle.

Butcher Sun quietly came to Ye Changqing's side and sneered: "Mr. Ye, do you really know how to sharpen knives, and besides, your skills are better than Song Blacksmith?"

Ye Changqing retracted his gaze and turned his head to face Butcher Sun.

But I didn't know how to speak.

Although he can't cultivate, he is also the only teacher in Koike Town.

And sharpen the knife.

First of all.

This doesn't match his painting style!

Secondly.

Song blacksmiths made a living by sharpening knives, and everyone knew that they could sharpen knives.

And.

The craft of sharpening knives is still above the Song blacksmith.

Isn't this Cheng Cheng deliberately demolishing the stage for Song Blacksmith?

In the future, everyone will have to look up and not look down, how embarrassing it will be.

Not to mention.

When he first arrived in Koike Town, it was the Song blacksmith who took him in.

Just smiled helplessly.

Ye Changqing's gaze shifted and looked at a stout man behind Butcher Sun.

This man has dark skin and muscular arms.

But.

The cheeks are rough and dark, the eyes are peaceful, and there is a somewhat embarrassing simple smile on the face, which looks particularly honest.

Not bad.

This stout man is the only blacksmith in Koike Town.

Song Blacksmith.

Ye Changqing smiled at Blacksmith Song and asked, "Uncle Song, are all the whetstones I want you to prepare?"

Blacksmith Song, who was full of beard, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly nodded: "It's all ready." ”

Ye Changqing smiled and nodded.

Then.

Bao Damei, who had thick limbs, seemed to see something.

She looked angry, came behind Butcher Sun menacingly, and kicked Butcher Sun's ass without hesitation.

"Sun Mazi, you fucking can't speak, don't talk nonsense, no one will treat you as a dumb person, you loser thing, the old lady's face has made you lose everything. ”

Bao Damei pointed to Butcher Sun, who was lying on the ground, confused, and shouted.

Smell.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, then smiled with relief, and nodded at Ye Changqing again.

That's the difference between having culture and not being cultured.

Song blacksmith made a living by sharpening knives with iron, while Mr. Yip made a living from the grocery store.

Before.

In a situation where everyone is helpless against this black tiger.

Blacksmith Song was forced to reveal the secret that Mr. Ye would sharpen his knife.

And it is well known.

Since Mr. Ye opened that grocery store, he has never helped anyone sharpen knives, and no one knows that he can sharpen knives.

So.

It's not hard to know.

Although Mr. Ye has the skill of sharpening knives, in order not to affect the livelihood of Song Blacksmith, he has never claimed that he can sharpen knives.

Now.

Because of Mr. Ye's appearance, Blacksmith Song was already a little embarrassed.

And by Sun Butcher's question, Song Blacksmith's situation became even more embarrassing.

Then.

An elder smiled at Ye Changqing and said earnestly: "Mr. Ye is kind-hearted, although he is young, he has to admit that he does have great wisdom."

After hearing the elder man's words.

Everyone nodded with a simple smile on their faces.

Ye Changqing smiled, and then joked: "Fellow villagers, although I can sharpen knives, I really can't cope with these rough jobs, so don't think about looking for me to help you sharpen knives in the future, if you want to sharpen knives, you still need to recognize Uncle Song." ”

"The old brand is trustworthy!"

Smell.

The crowd burst into laughter.

Soon.

Ye Changqing sat on a stool and began to sharpen his knife.

Both whetstones were brought from home by the Song blacksmith.

And.

Song blacksmiths have all handled whetstones according to the method that Ye Changqing taught him a few years ago.

The two whetstones are divided into coarse and fine faces.

Rough noodles need to be sprinkled with water to infiltrate, while thin noodles need to be repeated several times.

For the treatment of these two whetstones.

Ye Changqing expressed great satisfaction.

Scold!

Scold!

Scold!

Ye Changqing sat on the bench, grinding the knife with rough noodles, and asked the Song blacksmith beside him.

"Uncle Song, I taught you the craft of sharpening knives, are you still practicing in the past few years?"

Seeing that Blacksmith Song had not spoken, Ye Changqing took the lead in breaking the silence and asked.

"Well, I've been practicing. ”

Blacksmith Song hurriedly responded: "It's just that after such a long time, the rough noodles have almost mastered the sharpening knife, but there is still a big problem with this fine noodles." ”

"Oh?"

Ye Changqing sighed softly, and then suddenly stopped.

Now that he has mastered the skill of sharpening the knife of rough noodles, what is he still bothering to do?

Come to think of it.

Ye Changqing stood up and smiled at Blacksmith Song: "Uncle Song, in this case, let's divide and cooperate, you are responsible for the polishing of the thick noodles, and I am responsible for the polishing of the fine noodles." ”

Blacksmith Song was stunned and sneered, "Mr. Ye, can this work?"

Ye Changqing glanced at the people around him, and patted Blacksmith Song's shoulder: "In this way, you polish it with rough noodles first, if there is any problem, I will correct it for you." ”

"Done!"

Blacksmith Song nodded, then calmly sat down on the bench and began to sharpen a kitchen knife with thick noodles.

Ye Changqing stood aside.

Moment.

looked at the Song blacksmith, who had finally entered the house, and smiled with relief.

That's it.

After the time of the small half-pillar incense.

Blacksmith Song finally stopped.

He picked up the polished kitchen knife and asked with a tentative smile, "Mr. Ye, how is it?"

Ye Changqing nodded undeniably and said: "The sharpening skills of thick noodles have been basically perfected, and then I will sharpen the knife with a thin noodle whetstone, and you can watch it carefully." ”

Blacksmith Song hurriedly got up and quickly replaced Ye Changqing with a fine-faced whetstone.

If there is a slight deviation in the polishing of the fine surface, the cutting edge will be affected.

If there is a problem with the cutting edge, it means that you have to start grinding again.

So.

When Ye Changqing began to sharpen his knife with fine noodles, the whole person began to become extremely concerned.

Of course.

For these residents of Xiaochi Town, they just think that Ye Changqing's knife sharpening skills are very novel.

However.

This scene.

In Tu Thirteen's eyes, it was so incredible, like a miracle.

Saw.

Ye Changqing's slender fingers pressed on the body of the kitchen knife, and the blade was grinding back and forth on the thin whetstone.

There are wisps of essence around it.

Moreover.

Inadvertently infiltrated the kitchen knife.

Time.

Tu Thirteen's dark and agile eyes were round, flashing with a strange brilliance, and his expression was full of incredulity.

"How can such an aura be so similar to the aura of the spirit treasure, could it be that this peerless figure can create a spirit treasure at will?"

"It's incredible, what kind of cultivation does this have to have such magical powers!"

Tu Shisan shook his head slightly, so shocked in his heart.

And the Black Emperor has slightly narrowed pupils, looking not strange.

"This is the master's handwriting. ”

Moment.

The Black Emperor said with a secret sigh.

Of course.

The Black Emperor has also sighed like this more than once.