The sturdy old man looked cold and silent, and the more he looked, the happier he became.

I have to say that this coldness is really a bit similar to General Han. Like, he's like. If you mature a little more and add some heroism, I am afraid that it will really be like General Han's resurrection.

But the sturdy old man knew that General Han had passed away after all, and the person in front of him was a contemporary sword saint who was silent.

I would think that it was like, but it should only be because I was silently carrying the seven-star sword.

The sturdy old man stood up, looked down at the seven-star sword on the table a few times, seemed to have a sense of proportion in his heart, nodded, and walked aside.

Leng Buyu just glanced at the sturdy old man picking wood on the side, so he didn't bother and concentrated on sharpening his sword.

Leng Bu was sharpening his sword, and he was also feeling the response given to him by these six seven-star swords.

With each sharpening, the sword trembled slightly, like a cat that has been scratched and comforted, letting out a low roar like a purr.

Leng Buyu smiled, as far as he was concerned, only these six swords were worthy of real trust.

After about an hour, he called it a day after a cold silence, and these six seven-star swords were shining again at this moment.

He looked sideways again at the sturdy old man, who had made two scabbards out of two long pieces of wood.

This also made Leng Buyu quite puzzled.

Leng Bu naturally knew that this sturdy old man would not make two scabbards out for no reason. Looking at the length of the two scabbards, they matched his black and white two swords.

But how could this sturdy old man suddenly think of remaking a pair of scabbards for his black and white double sword?

Seeing that he was silent and looked at himself, this sturdy old man was also smiling, with a simple face.

"I don't know if the old guy didn't look carefully at the young master's scabbard, or if he had other thoughts, young master, the scabbards of your two swords don't match the sword. ”

The scabbard does not match the sword?

Leng Buyu was even more curious, but at that time, there were indeed only six seven-star swords brought by Yan Xiao, and no matter how long or short they were, there were no scabbards.

Seeing Leng was silent, the sturdy old man explained: "It's not that the scabbard doesn't match the size of the sword, it's that this scabbard is not suitable for carrying the sword backwards like the young master." ”

Listening to the sturdy old man say this, Leng Bu became even more curious, his sword scabbard is not suitable for the back of the back, so it is not for him to toss it, so it is suitable for himself to carry the sword back like this?

The sturdy old man grinned and handed the scabbard to Leng Buyu. Leng Buyu frowned slightly, took one of them, and began to look at it.

The scabbard was unremarkable, but there was a small detail, and at the opening, there was a small crack.

This crack is not like a poor hand effort that caused it to not be docked well, but on the contrary, it is more like it was intentional.

Looking at this crack, compared to the thickness of the blade, it is a little more. Looking at it, I was even more puzzled. I don't know why this sturdy old man left such a small opening.

But thinking about it, Leng Bu couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then he couldn't help but grab the sheath with his left hand, and grabbed it with his right hand towards the black sword breaking army.

Seeing the cold reaction, the sturdy old man smiled even more happily, constantly stroking his messy beard and nodding frequently.

Leng Buyu tried to insert the sword into the scabbard, the scabbard opened wide, gradually went inside, and gradually tightened.

When the entire sword was put into the scabbard, it was obvious that the scabbard was actually completely fitting his black sword to break the army.

This degree of wrapping is really a heavenly technique.

Leng Bu looked at the sturdy old man, and his eyes were full of admiration.

And this sturdy old man just smiled and stroked his beard.

After laughing for a while, the sturdy old man asked coldly: "Young master, how is this scabbard?

Leng Buyu nodded, and said happily: "The predecessor is really a heavenly craftsman, my brother's technique is already excellent, I can't imagine that the predecessor can make such a scabbard that fits the seven-star sword without using size." ”

When the sturdy old man heard this, he was even happier: "Where is this the young master, but in all fairness, the young master's previous scabbard is already of the highest grade. ”

Leng Buyu was still smiling, and couldn't help but hold the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other.

When the right hand holding the hilt of the sword moved slightly, he couldn't help frowning.

Seeing Leng Bu silent, he finally discovered the heresy, and in the eyes of this sturdy old man, it was like a doll who had finally discovered a piece of braised pork buried under the white rice.

And this piece of braised pork is the beauty of this bowl of rice.

"Young master, it's better to put the sword upside down and draw the sword to try. ”

Leng Bu listened to it, and although he didn't understand, he did it.

He turned his sword behind his back and touched the hilt with his right hand. This feeling is no different from before. But when Leng Bu slowly pulled out the sword, when the sword was withdrawn from the scabbard, the feeling of the blade cutting through the inner wall of the scabbard was slightly different.

But where is the difference, I can't explain it in three or two sentences.

When the blade of the sword was about to be withdrawn, Leng Bu couldn't help but widen his eyes, and he really understood the mystery of the small opening.

The sword was unsheathed, and this time it was unsheathed, but it was unusually smooth. The sword is upside down, the sword is unsheathed, and there will be a slight pause at the end.

And this time, it's all in one go.

"Hahaha, young master, you understand now, why did I deliberately open a small mouth, old man?"

The sturdy old man grabbed another scabbard and looked at the work he had created in a while, and his eyes were full of pride.

But this pride has added a few points, like a reminiscence of the past.

"The sword that is reversed, because the sword is drawn from below, when the tip of the sword is unsheathed, it is bound to be stuck. This cannot be overcome by hand speed and skill. However, it is such a small gap, but it can solve this problem. "Alignment

The sturdy old man handed the scabbard in his hand to Leng Buyu again, and Leng Buyu took the scabbard, and then replaced the previous scabbard.

The two swords were sheathed, and he was silent and slowly held the black and white swords on the left and right with both hands.

With the overlapping sound of "poof" like a dragon's groan, the double swords were unsheathed.

As the two swords were unsheathed, the cold eyes were full of surprise.

He was a little faster.

Leng Buyu looked at the double swords in his hands and was ecstatic. If he can use these scabbards to fight my grandson Hayato again, then his sword speed may not lose to my grandson Hayato.

The sturdy old man was laughing, laughing and laughing, but a little sad.

Silently, he caught a glimpse of the sturdy old man's sad face, and looked over with a puzzled expression.

The sturdy old man looked at himself coldly, smiled awkwardly, and explained: "People, once you are old, it is easy to recall the past, and you will inevitably be sad. Old man, I, looking at the young master's heroic appearance, I can't help but think of the general's demeanor in the past. ”

Leng Buyu listened to it and couldn't help frowning. The more he was juxtaposed by the people of this Divine Machine Workshop with General Han in the past, the easier it was for him to wonder, General Han, who is the character?

But no matter how peerless General Han is, he is not a figure of this era after all. These people in the Shenji Workshop may have really followed General Han's left and right, but they have never seen it in a silent manner, and no matter how much they have, it is just a conjecture.

In this case, it is better not to think about it again.

"Young master, old man, I will paint the scabbard first, and then trace the pattern......"

Before the sturdy old man finished speaking, he waved his hand coldly and said, "Whether it's a sword or a scabbard, it's easy to use, why bother with how it looks." ”

Hearing Leng Bu say this, the sturdy old man nodded with satisfaction again, and said, "The young master's temperament is indeed the same as that of a general. ”

Leng Bu couldn't help but smile embarrassedly, although it was awkward, but it was still not good to say much.

"Senior, I still have some things to do, so I'm leaving. ”

Hearing that Leng was silent and wanted to leave, although the sturdy old man was a little reluctant, he still nodded. He opened the door of the small shop, and did not mean to stop it.

When he went out, he was silent and hugged his fists again, and said nothing more.

Looking at the back of Leng Bu silently leaving, this sturdy man sighed again. But then, a rather obscene smile appeared on that old face.

He was curious about what kind of girl who could make the young master feel spring.

can think about it, but it can't help but be sad.

The word love is both joyful and sad.

For example, today, there are indeed many heroine fairies. What's more, the Shih Tzu list is a good thing. However, compared with General Han's era, compared with the woman that General Han fell in love with, as today, it is really pink and discolored.

For example, the peach blossom fairy of that generation is beautiful and talented in medicine, and there is no other in the world.

Another example, the white cloud fairy who doesn't know where the teacher comes from, who can win people's hearts with his bright colors, but has unparalleled swordsmanship.

Also, the powerful man, the color of the city makes it rare to know everything, but she cuts her hair to seek the harmony of the world.

Who does General Han like, why did he give up, and in the end, how did they comment on those who followed?

Leng Bu has gone away, he does like a girl, but he can't know what this girl thinks about him.

This contemporary sword master suddenly wanted to drink, and wanted to drink the hot wine of the beauty. He also wants to see people dance, and see beauties dancing like peacocks.

That's it, that's it, let's go north first and fulfill what others have entrusted us.

Before leaving without saying a word, another person walked out of the small shop in the Shenji Workshop.

It was the thin boy from the West, and he was not holding the little white milk cat with a missing front paw in his arms at this moment. And on his wrists, two strips of black and brown cloth were wrapped.

When the sturdy old man saw that it was Huidong coming out of it, he also looked over with a smile on his face and said, "Little brother, are you going out?"

Hui Dong nodded and replied: "Go to Lincheng, bring someone to Bangfeng City, see, see him, his ......"

Seeing that Hui Dong was a little slurred when he spoke, as if he shouldn't say who he wanted to bring from Lincheng to Hancheng, and who he brought this person to find.

When the sturdy old man heard this, he smiled, waved his hand, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, what you should do should be done earlier." Don't waste your time just because you're young. ”

Although Hui Dong didn't understand why the sturdy old man said this, he still nodded.

"By the way, little brother, do you have a coil on your body?"

Hearing the money, Hui Dong was slightly stunned, then lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

Seeing Hui Dong like this, the sturdy old man couldn't help but smile. Smiling, the sturdy old man took out a small bag from his arms and handed it to Hui Dong.

Hui Dong saw that this sturdy old man took out the silver without saying anything, looking at this money bag, there should be a lot of silver in it, Hui Dong didn't know how to react for a while.

Seeing Hui Dong's slightly embarrassed expression, the sturdy old man laughed again and said, "Since the little brother is a sword master, just a little bit of broken silver to wrap around, just take it." ”

After all, the sturdy old man was too enthusiastic, and Hui Dong didn't know how to refuse and accepted the bag of silver.

Not long after Hui Dong left, a woman in colorful clothes stopped him.

Hui Dong looked up and saw that it was a woman, so he couldn't help but hand over the money bag in his arms.

This charming woman in colorful clothes is naturally Jia Daguan, and she is very delicate. Seeing Hui Dong's action, Dice Zhijiao couldn't help but wonder and asked, "What are you doing with your sister's money all of a sudden?" My sister gambles money, and she never asks the little doll for money. ”

Hui Dong shook his head, took out a silver ticket from his arms and handed it to Dice Zhijiao, saying, "This is the old man from the blacksmith shop who made me a plate to wrap up, help me return it to him." Hou Ye said that he can't owe people favors. ”

Dice Zhijiao looked at the silver ticket with a denomination of 1,000 taels, her eyes widened, and she said, "Xiao Huidong, the interest you give is too high." ”