Hearing this, Nan Ke hurriedly put on his clothes, picked up the bent broken sword on the table, and ran towards the school field when he went out.

"Phew, ha! Whew, ha! Han Gexiao was shirtless at this time, and he didn't feel the slight cold in the April wind, beads of sweat the size of beans fell straight to the ground, holding the knife in both hands, and every chop was swept by the sound of the wind, although he was only twelve years old, his muscles were knotted, and the terrible scars were shining in the sun.

"What are you going to do? Eat the whole tendon meat in soup? Nam Kao tied the buttons of his single coat and walked slowly and laughing.

"Nan Cao! You're awake! Hurry up! I have a lot of things I want to ask you, and do you know that Dabi is the guy who is the first to be the one who calls for self-discipline in the end! I'm so angry......" Nan Ke interrupted before he was completely incoherent: "The rice has to be eaten in one bite, what about the words, you also say it sentence by sentence, don't poke it here and west, but the body is really good, it's only been a long time, your injuries are not light, it's all over." ”

Han Ge smiled and smirked: "It's my mother who went to find the snow black pill that Jin Wubu wanted, crushed it and wiped it on the wound, it's good, it's fast, but that thing really stinks!" By the way, there's something big to tell you, we might be at war! ”

Nan Ke's eyebrows jumped: "Who?" The Western Regions? ”

Han Gexiao shook his head: "Southern Dynasty!" In order to deal with the affairs of the merchants before, the Southern Dynasty sent an envoy to come to the meeting, and everything was still relaxed, but who knew that it was only one night, and the envoy committed suicide in the hotel! ”

Nan Ke frowned, that is, the two countries are at war, and it is also a necessary etiquette not to kill the envoy, which makes the envoy die in the northern region now, whether it is suicide or homicide, it is a major event that must never happen.

"The envoy committed suicide? Was it an excuse for the new emperor of the Southern Dynasty to provoke the war, or did someone else have ulterior motives, or ...... It was killed by the people of the Northern Regions......" Nan Ke muttered, once the big and small things that happened these days were related to the Southern Dynasty, there was nothing he could figure out, why were there a group of disguised merchants? What were these men looking for in the city of the Golden Crow that night? Why did the man in black he met that night capture him alive? What was the jade that Wu Ren gave himself first? Why do you dream one after another these days? What exactly is the power to defeat Gu Hanshan? And now, the envoy committed suicide in the Northern Regions.

"The Southern Dynasty is really incomprehensible and incomprehensible." Nan Ke muttered to himself, Han Ge smiled and nodded with a chicken pecking rice on the side: "That's it, that's it, that group of people have too many eyes, they calculate this today, and they will calculate that tomorrow, unlike us people from the Northern Regions, who are as honest as me!" ”

Nan Kequan was letting out that tasteless fart: "Okay, whether we fight or not has little to do with it now, do you know any blacksmiths or something?" I want to get the broken sword back. ”

Han Ge smiling with a twist: "Call back?" What are you doing with that effort? Just get a new one! ”

Nan Ke shook his head: "If the ordinary iron sword is hit by Gu Hanshan, it will inevitably break without the support of a strong internal force, but this sword is only bent, I feel that its material is not ordinary, but it is just a feeling, plus this is my first sword, I shouldn't bury it early at this time, go find a blacksmith and ask, if I think wrong, then change to a new one." ”

Han Gexiao nodded, but he was also puzzled: "The weapons in the arsenal are all big road goods, I think you feel wrong, why don't you go over and ask, there are really good hands in the camp, do you remember the young man in the long shirt sitting at the door of the arsenal when choosing weapons before?" ”

Nan Ke was a little surprised: "The teacher who went to Dabi with us? ”

"Yes, it's him, everyone calls him Zhou Qiansour, few people know what his name is, he used to be the head of the preparatory camp as a teacher, and now he seems to be quitting, he is a serious iron expert, my mother's black-striped purple spear head is what he hit, but a few years ago, he suddenly changed his temperament, saying that what kind of sword killing is not as direct as paper and pen, touching the pen every day, and never opening the furnace again, what truth is estimated only he understands."

Nan Ke nodded, strange people are common, and they are not uncommon: "I just don't know if he is willing to make a move." ”

Nan Ke and Han Gexiao came to the reserve camp, and from a distance, they saw Zhou Qiansan standing under a big locust tree, carrying a dead branch on the sand and drawing: "No, this word...... It should be better to change to a boiled word! ”

"Teacher Zhou!" Han Ge laughed and shouted from afar.

As soon as the voice came out, the strength in Zhou Qiansour's hand suddenly became heavier, and the withered branch broke with a "click", Zhou Qiansan frowned, and he didn't care about any literati style, and scolded: "Little bastard, what's the fucking name of the blind!" ”

Nan Ke's face stiffened, and he gently kicked Han Gexiao's buttocks, and before he could open his mouth to ask someone to do something, he provoked others first.

When he got closer, Zhou Qiansan had already found a new dead branch, and wrote on the sand with a curse.

Nan Ke's eyes purred, "Good poetry!" Mr. Zhou is really brilliant! Good poetry! ”

That week, the poor sour face remained unchanged: "Don't give me a slap here, be careful to pat the horse's leg, if you have something to say, don't talk about it!" As he spoke, he glanced at the bent broken sword in Nan Cao's hand, "That sword, oh, I remember who you are, you were the fastest runner when you went to the arsenal!" That piece of broken iron is too hard to fight, I won't do it, you go find another sword! ”

Nan Ke's face was helpless, but his heart was happy: "Don't say that, Teacher Zhou, but according to what the teacher said, this material for the broken sword is really good?" ”

"Yes, the material is good material, or it can't be looked at by a character like Zheng Zishan, he is a great swordsman of the Southern Dynasty, he has been in the Northern Regions for eight years for this material, and only extracted enough materials from the meteorite outside the sky to fight a sword, plus the best extreme northern Xuantie, the bellows puffed up for three days and three nights to melt this piece of material, and gave him a famous sword."

At this time, not only Nan Ke, but even Han Gexiao's eyes were glowing green, and then Zhou Qiao's sour words turned sharply: "But you are just some leftovers, and you have practiced for newcomers, and if you break it, it will never be bent, but it's a pity." ”

At this time, Nanke's enthusiasm is undiminished, what about such materials, leftovers? What if it's broken? If the craftsmanship is sufficient, reforging it again is not at the same level as an ordinary sword!

"Teacher Zhou......" Without waiting for Nan Ke to speak, Zhou Qiansan interrupted: "Don't say it again, I have already told you, your material is too troublesome, just to completely melt it into molten iron It takes I don't know how much time, in addition to molding, quenching, and reheating, it is too time-consuming and energy-intensive, and I don't have so much spare time." As he spoke, he began to pick up the broken branch and write poems.