As he spoke, Bai Qian was reining in his horse and stopped on a high slope overgrown with Naihe grass. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This place is high and cold, and a large area of Nai He grass is swaying with small white balls of velvet in the wind, and a dark black horse under the white front crotch is particularly majestic.

This time, because he was going to participate in the martial arts conference, Bai Qian finally figured it out, and took Shang Lu to fight for several days in Lin'an City and went to the blacksmith to change a sword.

The sword is a top-notch sword, and Bai Qian took a fancy to it at a glance.

The blacksmith in the city was a young blacksmith who was forced by his father to inherit the blacksmith shop, and he was not very reluctant. Therefore, his vision was not as vicious as that of the old blacksmith, and he did not recognize that the sword that his son picked up was a powerful character, and seeing that it looked strange, he threw it into the furnace and planned to burn it and fight again.

The sword sat in the fiery furnace and burned for a long time, and it was almost seen by Shirazen before it turned into scrap metal.

He rushed forward and fished out his sword.

The black iron was hot, and a layer of blisters suddenly appeared on the palm of the white front.

The blacksmith was startled, thinking that a robber had come, and that it was a soldering iron.

Shang Lu, who arrived after him, smelled the smell of fragrant barbecue and swallowed his saliva.

The white front palm of a good hand almost didn't kill the young blacksmith. Fortunately, he was stopped by Shang Lu in time, and his handsome face was so painful that he was deformed, and he had no strength to continue to investigate.

Shang Lu helped Bai Qian sit down and slowed down for a while, Bai Qian finally calmed down and said: "I heard this sword calling me from afar, I don't know if Brother Tai can be sold to Zaixia, and there is still a lack of a weapon to kill people in Xiaping." ”

Bai Qian said sincerely, but the blacksmith listened with horror.

Thinking of some stories about strange people that my father often told him, I thought that I probably met a madman today. No wonder the crows crow at the door several times in the morning when they went out.

The little blacksmith still looked at Bai Qian with a frightened expression, although he didn't look like a bad guy, but a madman or something, he must be more difficult than a bad guy.

The little blacksmith said, "Strongman, oh no, hero, I don't want to sell this sword." ”

Probably because he didn't look very strong before the white, so he changed his words.

Bai Qian: "If you don't sell it, if you don't sell it, I'll tear down your store." ”

In such a short time, the front of the blacksmith shop was already full of idle onlookers.

Since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the salt and iron wine in China was monopolized by the imperial court. The blacksmith shop is also a serious business, the court has stamped it, and the brother-in-law of the little blacksmith is still an errand boy in the yamen, so although the little blacksmith is a little scared, he does not intend to give in.

Bai Qian really took a fancy to this sword, so he had no intention of giving up easily.

The little blacksmith: "I am going to make up the plough of the house, and I cannot sell it to you." ”

Bai Qian: "Xuanyuan plough doesn't need this iron, just listen to me." ”

The little blacksmith saw more and more onlookers, and when he heard Bai Qian's accent from other places, he felt that he was reasonable, and he was even more unrelenting.

Little blacksmith: "This sword is mine, what I like to do, it's not your turn." ”

Bai Qian: "I knew it was yours, that's why I asked you to buy it." ”

The little blacksmith still insisted on not selling, and continued: "I don't think you are a rich person, so it is better for me to use it myself than to sell it to you cheaply." ”

Bai Qian can't say the value of this sword after all, otherwise he can't afford it.

Just when Bai Qian and the shopkeeper were in a stalemate, the shopkeeper's five or six-year-old child secretly ran behind Bai Qian and sprinkled a handful of chili noodles stolen from the noodle shop next door.

The wound on his left shoulder was now a handful of cumin.

When the little blacksmith saw Bai Qian's hideous face in an instant, Bai Qian's teeth were clenched, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and he was suddenly frightened, thinking that he was really going to kill someone.

The next moment, the shopkeeper was even more frightened.

Bai Qian lifted the bear child up with his backhand, aimed at the burning charcoal, looked at the shopkeeper gloomily, and said, "It's better to do this, I'll take this kid and exchange it for your sword." ”

Shang Lu looked around, thinking about where he could retreat to get out of the way, because he had already heard someone in the crowd running to report to the official.

The little blacksmith will not dare to be sloppy, his son is in the hands of others, and he can't joke.

The kid carried the clothes on the back of his neck for Bai Qian, and his feet were in the air, still fluttering.

After all, he is a child, and he will be tired after tossing for a while, so he will cry and cry, and the crying will make people upset.

Bai Qian: "Don't cry, cry again and throw it in for you." ”

The boy was facing the charcoal fire below, and after a while in June he was sweating profusely. The beads of sweat the size of beans fell down, and his father was distressed.

The little blacksmith was waiting, and the man who was waiting for the official to call his brother-in-law came.

It's just that I don't know when, the little blacksmith's daughter-in-law rushed out, and when she came up, she slapped her, and the little blacksmith almost fell down. There were a few men in the onlookers shouting: "Waste of money, fight back", "It's really useless", "A man, beaten by his wife" and other voices, gradually pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

The blacksmith obviously didn't have that guts, and his swarthy face was half ashamed and half annoyed, and he covered his face and begged his wife for mercy, which looked even more ridiculous.

The woman didn't care, she ran to Bai Qian with a fat body and knelt down with a plop.

Bai Qian looked at her posture just now, thinking that she was going to come up and fight with herself, so she was so frightened that she quickly jumped up from the bench.

Vixen or something, Bai Qian is still afraid.

When the child saw that the mother was coming, he began to sobble and cry again, and his voice was so terrible that it sounded heartbreaking, and he didn't know what he thought was going on.

Blacksmith's daughter-in-law: "This uncle, he is still a child, and your old man does not care about villains." ”

Shirazen was indifferent.

Blacksmith's daughter-in-law: "He's just a child, what did you do wrong, you raise your noble hand." ”

Bai Qian really raised his hand.

The blacksmith's daughter-in-law began to snot and tears, and continued: "I almost died when I gave birth to this son, and I can't live without this child. ”

Bai Qian finally spoke: "I don't want to do anything to him, it's just that my wound hurts." ”

Blacksmith's daughter-in-law: "What does your sore wound have to do with my son?"

Bai Qian: "My father taught me since I was a child that a manly husband must return it if he is bullied." ”

Blacksmith's daughter-in-law: "But he's still a child?"

Bai Qian: "Sister-in-law, children are also people, and they are not pigs and dogs without owners, so they are naturally responsible for doing something wrong." ”

The child's voice gradually lost its strength, and his voice became hoarse.

The blacksmith's daughter-in-law, seeing that it was soft, simply stood up and said to Bai Qian: "Uncle, look, if you really want to compensate, I will compensate myself." After speaking, he looked at Bai Qian with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.

Bai Qian summed it up, this woman may have two hundred pounds of fat, and she should be quite tired to carry. Moreover, the children were all born, and the blacksmith might be too annoying, and if he caught her, he would lose out if he didn't have any effect of coercing.

Bai Qian was hesitating when he suddenly heard an exclamation from the crowd.

Looking back, in the middle of the crowd on both sides of the automatic separation, a young woman with a graceful figure walked over.