The old dry pot stood in the corner of the tavern, still holding every sip of wine for half a day.

Ye Chuchen also poured himself a cup of boiling dry pot, but the burning dry pot belonged to a very bad taste of strong wine, and not only did it not have the slightest taste of wine in the mouth, as if he had drunk a sip of horse urine.

Before he could even breathe, Ye Chuchen vomited.

"Hahahaha, young man, you still have to know him to taste the dry pot."

The old dry pot drank wine while watching the flow of people outside.

"Don't you have your own name? It's called an old dry pot? ”

"It's been a long time, I can't remember clearly, the old dry pot is the old dry pot, and the dry pot is close to the burning dry pot."

Ye Chuchen turned around and made it to the table on the side, drinking a thousand cups of drunkenness one by one.

While still glancing at the old dry pot, he is really poor and white, and he can drink two or two wines for an hour.

Although there is no time limit in Dawning City, there is also a change of the sun and the moon, which made Ye Chuchen not expect that things like the sun and moon could also be seen in the strange place of Ten Thousand Worlds City.

"Old Ganguo, why don't you go back to your world? Earn some money and come back, won't you be able to drink good wine? ”

Without waiting for the old dry pot to answer, the drinker on the side explained to Ye Chuchen: "He, his city is about to be demolished, and if he doesn't go back, isn't it because he is afraid that he will never be able to return to Wanjie City." ”

The insider on the side also echoed: "Who said it wasn't, the old ganguo used to be a famous forger in Wanjie City, but unfortunately, when casting a sword, the sword body broke, and he never cast a sword again." ”

"Who said it wasn't, the rules of Wanjie City can't be eaten and drunk in vain, the wine money of the old dry pot is paid by the tavern owner, not to see the old dry pot before the scenery."

At this time, someone began to fight.

"I can't say that, when the old dry pot was beautiful, who didn't find the old dry pot to cast a sword, and the treasure of this tavern's townhouse, Chenyuan, wasn't it cast by the old dry pot."

After listening to everyone's discussions, Ye Chuchen understood why Lao Ganguo, as a beggar, who was not to be seen in the second and third level taverns, could enter the eighth-level tavern to drink, and he still had a background in the old dry pot.

The scenery of the past is gone, the tiger falls in Pingyang, fortunately, the old dry pot is still respected here, but the times will always change, when this generation of people die, the next generation of people should forget about this once beautiful person.

"Shopkeeper, can I take a look at Chen Yuan?"

Ye Chuchen stood up, and the shopkeeper immediately agreed, and walked into the back of the counter.

When he came out, he was holding a seven-foot-long wooden sword case.

"Good wood, really good wood!" Ye Chuchen couldn't help but marvel.

And when the shopkeeper opened the sword box, a faint blue light burst out from the sword box.

At this time, the old dry pot behind him spit out a sip of wine: "It's been a long time." ”

Spit out the wine, and the old dry pot looked at the sword.

The sword body is slender, sharp, noble, and elegant, even if it is lying in the sword box, it is also killing and leaking, as if it has the power to kill immortals.

"It's really a high-grade sword, if this thing is sold, I'm afraid it will attract everyone to go crazy and rob it!"

The drinkers on the side were all shocked, but according to the laws of Ten Thousand Worlds City, if such a high-quality sword was snatched or taken against the wishes of its owner, it would be a capital offense!

After feasting their eyes, the drinkers had to sit back in their seats and continue drinking.

Ye Chuchen did something that no one present expected.

"Boss, can I pick him up?"

"Of course, please."

Ye Chuchen picked up the sword, and on the hilt of the sword, the word Chen Yuan was written, but seeing these two words, Ye Chuchen was not calm!

This is the ancient Chinese character of China!

He turned around abruptly and walked quickly to the old dry pot.

"Who the hell are you! Chen Yuan, how can you write it? ”

The old dry pot looked at Chen Yuan and wanted to reach out to touch it, but stopped in mid-air.

"This sword is too clean, my hands are too dirty."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yuan seemed to be summoned, and began to let out bursts of tremors.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Who? A homeless man, a beggar, a bad old man who can only afford to drink a dry pot. ”

"Don't pretend to me, this is my Chinese text, you are a Chinese person! What dynasty are you from? ”

Speaking of which, the other drinkers understood.

"It turns out that the two of you are from the same place, what's so shocking about this, the old dry pot was here thousands of years ago, and you are thousands of years later than him."

Ye Chuchen looked at the old dry pot, and thought in his heart why it wasn't a taste, the old man in front of him, who was not good-looking and dirty, was his ancestor!

"What's your name? Can you tell me? ”

Ye Chuchen grabbed the hand of the old dry pot.

was suddenly caught like this, and the old dry pot was still a little blindfolded.

"You make me think, let me think, it's been too long since no one called my name, forget it, let me think about it."

The old dry pot drank a few more sips of the boiling dry pot, and sat there thinking about it for a long time, Ye Chuchen was really impatient, and just wanted to get up and ask, the old dry pot stood up suddenly.

"I remember!"

"What's it called?"

"Ou Yezi!"

......

In the room, Ye Chuchen and Ou Yezi sat looking at each other, one drinking wine, and the other looking at each other.

"It turns out that Ou Yezi looks like this!"

It's like seeing some literary treasure, if it weren't for the fact that the other party is a person, Ye Chuchen would want to pinch it.

"Yuchang, Zhan Lu, and Mo Ye, are all swords forged by you?"

"yes, any questions?" Ou Yezi drank the wine, and the food on the table did not move.

"How did you come to the City of Ten Thousand Worlds?" After holding it for a long time, Ye Chuchen asked.

"Didn't you notice? The people in the City of Ten Thousand Worlds are of different shapes, but anyone who has a little money, a little power, and a little strength will be beyond the humility, courtesy, and elegance of ordinary people. ”

Ye Chuchen nodded slightly, obviously approving.

"Wanjie City is not a random selection of people, sometimes some capable people will be selected, erudite Confucian, such as the gentleman in the Wanjie City City Lord's Mansion School, that is, Confucius and Mencius."

Hearing this, Ye Chuchen really didn't expect that so many of them in Huaxia and erudite Confucians had actually come to Wanjie City.

"Ten Thousand Worlds City not only communicates with all worlds, but also masters the resources of all worlds, as well as all the scholars of all worlds, and I was also attracted by Ten Thousand Worlds City because of my sword-forging skills."

"Then why didn't the senior forge a sword?"

"The heart of the sword is broken, and I have no way to forge the sword."

Hearing this, Ye Chuchen suddenly became excited, this is not good.

Knowing that Ou Yezi was an old dry pot, and also looked at the Chenyuan sword cast by the old dry pot, Ye Chuchen decided that this Ou Yezi was the first forging sword caster in his Ten Thousand Worlds City Branch City Arsenal!

But now Ou Yezi said that his sword-forging heart was broken, which is absolutely impossible!

"How did the sword-forging heart of the predecessor break?"

Ye Chuchen continued to ask, "How to fix it?" ”

"How to fix it? I don't know, at that time, I obviously didn't have any mistakes in the process, but the sword was broken, the sword was broken, and my sword-casting heart was also broken, so I couldn't forge the sword anymore. ”

The old dry pot took another sip, this time, the wine in his hand was finally drunk, two or two wines, no one knows how long he drank it.

And Ye Chuchen was not drunk at all, he was now full of thoughts about how to repair the broken sword-forging heart.

ps: 2022.8.31 red envelope has been sent