Qiao'er was naturally helpless, silently eating the meal she had carefully prepared, and there was a different taste in her mouth.

"Your fifteenth birthday in seven days, it's time for a coming-of-age ceremony..."

Just as the meal was about to end, my father suddenly spoke.

Ming Tie looked up, he never remembered when his so-called birthday was, he never cared about that, and when he heard his father say this, he was also stunned for a moment.

"What kind of coming-of-age ceremony, but it's of no practical use....."

Ming Tie said casually.

And this instantly provoked his father's fire: "It's useless?!! it's useless, it's useless!! it's done."

Ming Tie and his sister were shocked, they didn't expect their father to be so angry.

"Brother, it's time to celebrate, after all, fifteen adults. ”

The younger sister said with a smile, thinking that she was trying to persuade Ming Tie, but she felt that Ming Tie might be unwilling to go against her father.

However, Ming Tie had only experienced such a terrible thing yesterday, and he was a little tired in his heart, but he didn't refute it much, nodded slightly, but also agreed.

Then the two of them fell silent again, drinking and drinking, and eating.

Only Qiao'er looked left and right, a little overwhelmed.

And so the meal passed.

After Ming Tie and his sister cleaned up the table and bowls, they went back to their rooms, Ming Tie was a little sleepy, played iron for a day, plus was beaten last night, lost money, and was tired, and fell asleep.

Mingtie had a not-so-good dream.

He ran into the group of thieves from last time, he fled frantically, but he couldn't get rid of it, as long as he stopped, those thieves could always be found.

In the end, he was forced into an alley, and the group of thieves was even more ferocious than in reality, with knives in their hands, bright and scary.

Ming Tie himself naturally didn't know that this was a dream, and he was extremely afraid and panicked, and vaguely saw the long knife stained with blood, and he fell in a pool of blood.

Then he thought of his father and sister, and he didn't know where a breath came from, and he rushed forward, and he wanted to fight with the group of thieves with his bare hands.

There was a burst of sword light and blood, and he finally fell in a pool of blood, and there were two big men lying beside him, who also fell in a pool of blood, one of which was the head of the group of thieves.

Suddenly awakened, Ming Tie opened his eyes and looked at the dim roof, panting heavily, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Whew....... It turned out to be a dream, and it seems that I am too tired. ”

Looking out of the window, it was the appearance of the third watch, it was still very dark outside, wiped away the sweat, Ming Tie fell down and continued to close his eyes, he had to continue to sleep, and he had to work with iron tomorrow.

A rooster crowed through the sky, and the sky was gray, only a trace of light slowly rose in the sky.

Mingtie had already dressed himself, walked to the lake, washed his face, and then headed in the direction of the blacksmith's shop, where he still had to deal with the fine iron today.

When you get to the first place, everything that should be put outside is disposed of, and the stove is immediately burned.

At the same time as the furnace was burned, Ming Tie was thinking about what the fast iron should be used for, thinking about it and remembering the dream last night, quite a little afraid, if it weren't for the arrival of the fortune teller, he was afraid that it would be a dead end, and the appearance of death may be more miserable than in the dream, at least there is still the power of resistance in the dream.

"Resistance?!" Ming Tie pondered instantly, it was only then that he realized that there was indeed something missing in him.

Since I was a child, I have lived a disaster-free life, but now I suddenly think of it, and it is immediately transparent.

"I need a weapon to defend myself, and I can resist anything. ”

Ming Tie looked at the long strip of fine iron, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

Since it is such a hard fine iron, it is better to forge it into a short sword in the bosom, and it can also defend oneself.

Thinking of this, he also immediately began to move, and the bellows on the side of the stove plate were also pulled quickly, making the furnace hot, putting pure green iron into it, and then putting in extremely fast coal, waiting with full attention, this is to build his own weapon, natural and focused.

After half a ring, Ming Tie saw that the long strip of fine iron showed a red appearance, so he took it out with pliers, put it on the stone platform and began to hammer it again, then folded, and then fired and hammered.

Three hours later, a prototype of a small sword more than a foot and three inches long appeared on the stone platform, and the green on it was much thicker, but it also added a few different flavors.

Ming Tie Na watched it in his hand, he didn't forge the sword much, and his craft was not very skilled, at this time, he was observing the straightness of the sword body, comparing the width of the sword spine on both sides, and he was quite satisfied with a careful observation.

After that, the sword is polished and sharpened.

Two hours later, the sun was slanting to the west, and Ming Tie was holding a small sword with a whole body of green in his hand, and he was drawing the degree of straightness of the sun pen that was about to fall, and the light was still very good at determining the straightness of the sword body.

The whole sword is one foot and three inches long, the sword body is one foot and a half inches, which is equivalent to the length of the forearm, the hilt is two and a half inches, held in the palm of the hand, the sword spine is wide and straight, and a sharp feeling rushes out from the tip of the sword, it is a good sword.

Casually from the hem of the clothes, is to drop a piece of cloth, you can see its sharpness, and then pick up is wrapped around the hilt of the sword, after all, the copper and iron hilt is directly held, when cutting hard objects are easy to hurt the palm.

"By the way, I'm going to have to find something to hold the sword..."

Ming Tie held it in his hand and played with it, for him who had been in contact with iron for a long time, a small sword was naturally played with as he pleased.

Then it was also rummaging through a rule for half a moment before taking out something that looked like leather.

"The leather of the wild cow, which Uncle Li gave me a few days ago, is now actually in use. ”

Using this small sword to cut out the appropriate size, it is worth saying that if this leather is cut with a general sharp weapon, it is also very laborious, and the sharpness of this small sword is very worthy of Ming Tie's heart.

It is the people who make iron tools that like perfect iron tools the most, and they quickly make a small sword bag and put the small sword into it, which is quite proud in their hands.

Then he put it in his arms like a baby.

Then something suddenly came to mind, and excitement appeared on his face, and he immediately ran to the bamboo basket containing the iron and stone ore to rummage through it.

From time to time, I just take out a finger-sized iron stone, there is a little green spot on it, and I can't find it if I don't look carefully, which should be the raw ore of this refined iron.

But no matter how Ming Tie looks for it, there is only this small piece, and at the same time, he is a little disappointed, just this small sword uses a lot of fist-sized raw ore, and this finger-sized raw ore, I am afraid that it can only create a needle.

But Mingtie still put it away and put it in a cabinet like a baby.

"Next time I go to Dacheng, see if there are any such stones, buy more, and when the time comes, make a few more long knives and give them to Uncle Li. ”

Ming Tie liked it a lot, and at the same time, he found that the sky was dark, so he packed up everything and went home, today he is not afraid of anything, how can he be afraid of weapons in his body.

At the same time, he decided to visit the old fortune teller tomorrow and buy something to thank him, after all, someone else saved his life.

So, the next day.

Ming Tie is in front of a simple thatched house, this is the fortune teller's house, very simple, it seems, if it rains, it may leak in.

And such a simple thatched hut has existed here for decades, and I don't know how many times it has collapsed, and the old fortune teller doesn't know how many years he has been in this town.

Ming Tie heard that this fortune teller old man was an outsider, and he used to help people tell fortunes quite accurately, and then something happened, and after killing a person, he stopped telling fortunes for people, but just helped the people in the town calculate some years and months, and made a living from it, and he didn't usually see his figure, and he didn't know what kind of person he was.

Ming Tie's only impression was only when he was a child, when he saw the old man, he was just chattering, and he often called strange words in his mouth, looking like a typical fortune teller.

Looking at this rotten door panel, Ming Tie hesitated a little.

After opening the door, how to say it is another question, whether to thank you and leave with the thank you gift in your hand, or to say something, Ming Tie is uncertain.

After all, I am still a little scared of this old man, who has been a strange person since he was a child, and now he knows that he is a strange person with magical means, although he has been a neighbor for many years, but he has never said a few words, and he really doesn't know what kind of person he will be after opening the door.

After a while, Ming Tie finally mustered up his courage, and raised his hand, ready to knock on the door.

And before Ming Tie knocked on the door panel, an old word had already come out in the room:

"The door is not latched, just push the door in. ”