When Wu Gui opened his eyes, it was early in the morning, the sky was cold, the light flickered, Wu Gui finished dressing and washing, took the scabbard and pushed open the door.

The door of another room on the same floor was also pushed open, Chen Wenshan stretched his waist, saw Wu Gui who was going out, and greeted: "Brother Wu, morning!"

Wu Guiluo stopped, his face under the hat was expressionless, he nodded towards Chen Wenshan, and then left quickly. His target wasn't the table downstairs, and his gaze never even wandered. The door of the Spring Breeze Inn was opened by the early boy, Wu Gui walked towards the gate, and his figure disappeared in the Spring Breeze Inn.

Chen Wenshan's body was half lazy on the railing on the second floor, and he looked at Wu Gui, who was in a hurry, and raised his eyebrows. I yawned in my mouth, I practiced the knife last night, slept late, and my spirit was not very full. After propping himself up, Chen Wenshan went downstairs.

"Little Er, is there anything to eat, I'm hungry!"

"Okay, little brother, wait a minute, I'll come up for you in a while. ”

Chen Wenshan sat on a chair, his chopsticks tapping on the table, and began to wait for Xiao Ershang to eat......

Hugging the scabbard, wearing a hat, and wearing a blue-black shirt, Wu Gui, dressed as a knight, walked out of the gate of the Spring Breeze Inn and bowed his head on the streets of Mingchuan City.

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There is a blacksmith shop in the east of the city, and there are made knives and swords in the shop. The sun crossed the hill skyline, and this was the time for the iron to open the furnace.

Inside the furnace for iron smelting is a high-temperature flame emitted by a charcoal fire, and on top of it is a calcined red iron embryo. A middle-aged man paid attention to the color of the iron embryo, and when it reached the fire, the man picked up the iron embryo with an iron clamp, quickly placed it on the anvil, and began to beat it with a hammer handed by the apprentice in the shop. The middle-aged man's forging technique is extremely skilled, and even compared to the old master who has been immersed in this way, he will not be dwarfed.

This shop is quite famous on this street, and the owner of the shop is this middle-aged man who strikes iron. This man is a foreigner, ten years ago the man came to Mingchuan to open this blacksmith shop, the man's personality is taciturn, not very good at the relationship with the neighborhood, in the beginning, the shop almost closed down because no one patronized. Fortunately, the man seems to have some savings of his own, coupled with his unique skills in striking iron, he gradually opened his way on the street and became famous by relying on the accumulation of time.

Ten years have passed, and everyone has become accustomed to this foreigner's blacksmithing skills, and they have also given this shop and the owner an obscure name. The shop is called "iron shop", and the man is called "stuffy gourd".

The best selling thing in the blacksmith is the knives inside, while the swords are barely sold, or they can be said not to sell. The men would make five knives and ten swords a day, and the five knives would be hung on the outer wall for sale. As for the ten sword weapons that would be taken to the inner wall by the man, he would sit on a black board chair and carefully observe the ten sword weapons, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, and many very subtle expressions would appear on his face at this time. In the evening, he would open the furnace and burn the ten swords hanging on the wall. There were exceptions, and for about a hundred days, he would leave one of the about a thousand swords, wipe them down carefully, and hang them on another outer wall. Ten years later, there are almost a hundred swords on the wall where they are hung.

The sound of jingling bells echoed in the small shop, and the "stuffy gourd" waved the hammer in his hand attentively, and each blow seemed to be a sincere prayer, dissolving with painstaking pain.

At this time, a short-shirted visitor came to the door of the shop, and he watched the "stuffy gourd" next to the furnace knock on the iron embryo, but did not make a sound.

The apprentice who pulled the bellows raised his head and saw that there was a visitor, and reminded the "stuffy gourd": "Master, there is a guest." ”

"Stuffy gourd" didn't raise his eyes, "How many times have I told you, don't be distracted when striking iron." ”

After being reprimanded, the apprentice said, "Yes, Master." Then he honestly pulled up the bellows.

The guest at the door didn't mind the attitude of "stuffy gourd", he stood straight and waited for "stuffy gourd" to finish the work in his hand. The sparkling iron embryo gradually took shape in the hands of the "stuffy gourd", and the iron embryo also turned black. The temperature of the iron embryo is not enough to continue the strike, so the "stuffy gourd" puts the iron hammer on the anvil and puts the iron embryo into the furnace for secondary forging.

The apprentice moved his sore arm for a moment, then continued to pull the bellows. At this time, the "stuffy gourd" raised his head and looked at the guests who came in front of him, and the guests saw the "stuffy gourd" looking at him and said, "Forge the sword!"

"Stuffy Gourd" shook his head and said, "Let's go, our store doesn't sell swords." ”

The guest said, "Don't buy it, keep the sword alive!" With that, the guest raised the hilt of the sword without the body of the sword in his hand.

"Stuffy Gourd" looked at the hilt of the guest's sword, frowned and returned to normal, "This sword is dead, I can't continue to live." ”

"I went to seven blacksmith shops in the city, and all of them said I had a problem with my brain, but you didn't. ”

"A man dies with a soul, but a sword has a soul. They...... I don't understand. ”

"So, you are the only one in the entire famous river who can give this sword life again. ”

"A new student is also born of him, and I hope the guests understand this truth. ”

The guest stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand and said, "This sword has been with me for many years, and it will be broken because of me, and it should be born because of me." The guest held the hilt of the sword and bowed to Wu, "Wu Mousheng, except for the family teacher, has not begged others, this time Wu Mouqiu Mr. Wu asked for the life of this sword." ”

"Stuffy gourd" said: "I said, I can't continue my life with this sword, so the guest should find another job!"

"Mr. hasn't read it carefully, how dare you say it!"

"Stuffy gourd" shook his head and sighed, he walked up to the guest, stretched out his hand, and said, "So that you will die, I will read it and say it again." ”

The guest was delighted: "Thank you, sir." ”

"Stuffy Gourd" was stunned, and then reluctantly took the hilt of the sword in the guest's hand and looked at it, the moment he started, the "Stuffy Gourd" looked serious, he raised his head and stared at the guest tightly, and then he put away the hilt of the sword and said, "You come with me to the back." ”

When passing by the furnace, the "stuffy gourd" instructed the apprentice who pulled the bellows: "Hold the lamp, watch the fire, and don't burn it." ”

The apprentice, who was known as Rong Deng, replied, "Master, don't worry. ”

The two came to the backyard of the blacksmith shop, and the environment in the backyard was very different from the front yard, quiet and quiet. "Stuffy Gourd" turned to the guest and said, "This sword is yours?"

"Yes. ”

The "Stuffy Gourd" shook the hilt of the sword in his hand and said, "But as far as I know, its owner is someone else. ”

The guest said without changing his face: "It's dead." ”

"Stuffy gourd" was slightly stunned, and he sighed: "It's a pity." The calloused right hand rubbed the hilt of the sword, "Although this sword is broken, it is still righteous, and its master must be a righteous man." But this sword is like a man's death, and I can't do anything about it. ”

"Sir is trying to figure out a way!"

"As I said, the new life is also his birth, and whether this sword can be reforged or not, the focus is never on others. ”

The guest pondered silently for a long time, and then he said, "In that case, excuse the gentleman." ”

The guest took back the hilt of the sword in the hand of the "stuffy gourd" and walked out of the backyard of the blacksmith shop, and also walked out of the blacksmith shop.

"Stuffy Gourd" stood at the door of the blacksmith shop and watched the distant guests, and then went into the room to look at the iron embryo in the furnace.

"Rongdeng, how many years have you been here?"

Rong Deng was stunned by the sudden question of "Stuffy Gourd", and he replied, "It's been seven or eight years!

"Stuffy gourd" said: "I've been here for ten years!"

"Yes, Master. ”

"Ten years, not short, it's time to go. "Gourd" pointed to the sword hanging on the wall, "Like that?"

Rong Deng smiled: "I like all the swords that Master plays!"

"Stuffy gourd" raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Choose one." ”

"Master told me to choose, and I chose the one in the corner!"

"Oh, why?"

"Because every time Master looks at the sword, the first thing he looks at is that one. ”

"Clever, Rongdeng, bring that sword back! Today, our blacksmith shop will close first!"

"Why, Master?"

"The blacksmith shop won't be open for the next few days, and ...... in the future It won't open the door anymore. ”

"Is Master leaving?"

"Hmm. ”

"Then I'll go back and pack up my things and leave with Master. ”

"Rong Deng, you and I have run out of master and apprentice fate. ”

"Master......"

"Needless to say, I'm out of mind, you can take your sword and go home. ”

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Rong Deng took his sword and left the blacksmith shop three times by turn, and the blacksmith shop closed its door. The "stuffy gourd" in the shop stood by the furnace and came to the backyard. There was a man sitting on a chair in the backyard, who looked up at the "stuffy gourd" and smiled slightly. When the two look at each other, their eyes have their own meanings.

"He's gone?" the man asked.

"Gone!"

"You can reforge that sword, right?"

"Yes, but not necessarily. ”

"The 'Yang Ming Hammer' back then was still so conceited!"

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The guest who left was Wu Gui, he didn't know what happened to the blacksmith shop behind, walking on the street, he recalled his conversation with the "stuffy gourd", and he also figured out a thing or two in his heart. Taking a step, Wu Gui walked towards an unnamed street.

Meanwhile, at a wharf north of the city of Nagawa, a large group of workers are busily unloading goods.

The wharf in the north of the city is called Chaosheng Wharf, and Chaosheng Wharf is the territory of the Haihe Gang, and most of the workers at the wharf are members of the Haihe Gang. There are a lot of ships coming and going from Chaosheng Wharf every day, which is usually enough for dock workers to be busy from morning to evening, and even in the middle of the night during peak season. The steward of the dock is Pan Keng, the owner of the Haihe Gang, and the Haihe Gang has four halls, namely the river, the river, the lake, the sea, and the four halls.

Pan Keng, the owner of Haitang, manages the Chaosheng Wharf, and the workers on the wharf are in good order, and the Chaosheng Wharf is also tightly managed by Pan Keng.

A big ship came to the wharf, and after completing the process, Pan Keng arranged for people to help unload the cargo. The unloading was fine at first, but in the middle of the way, a worker hurriedly ran to Pan Keng, saying that something bad had happened.

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