This kitchen knife, about two feet long and three inches wide, has a sharp edge, and is the kind of sharp kitchen knife most commonly used to cut beef and mutton.

Although it looks bright, it is a kitchen knife after all.

......

"Fourth, have you put all the money you earned on the belly of the little lady in Xuehualou, and you can't even afford a scimitar!"

Someone said with a strange smile, provoking a burst of laughter.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

When someone heard this, he immediately reprimanded with a tiger face: "I see that he is a girl, how can a man fight with a kitchen knife." ”

"Hahahaha-"

When the words fell, everyone was even more happy, laughing heartily, and Haotai was no exception.

......

Na Luohu, who was ridiculed by everyone at first, was red all over the face, but he didn't know what to think, and his expression gradually became arrogant and generous. Carrying the kitchen knife, he walked forward with a big grin.

"This knife is the sharpest knife in our family, Haotai, do you dare to fight with me again. ”

Going up to the ring, Luo Hu said arrogantly.

"Forget it, Brother Luo Hu, I can't do this bullying thing. ”

Haotai refused.

"If you don't fight, you will admit defeat, as long as you run around this Hanhai City, shouting that you lost to me Luo Hu while running, I will spare you!"

Luo Hu was entangled.

When Haotai heard this, his eyes suddenly sank a little.

These men on the grassland are simple-minded and will not hold grudges, but they value the word glory the most, and if Luo Hu has to do this, it will undoubtedly be too embarrassing for Haotai.

"How, don't you dare?"

Luo Hu said again.

Haotai's gaze darkened twice, and finally he pulled out his scimitar, walked forward and said, "If you have to fight, I will let you lose your face today!"

When everyone saw that there was another good show, they immediately started to coax again.

"Haotai, beat him hard!"

"Fourth, don't insult the reputation of your family's heirloom sword!"

The crowd rejoiced and rejoiced.

......

In the middle of the ring, the two didn't talk much nonsense, and they fought again.

Zheng Zheng Zheng –

It's the sound of gold and stone again, and sparks are splashing!

Both of them are ordinary martial artists, and their moves are not very clever, but they are better than bravery, plus perennial hunting, their eyesight and reaction are quite clever, and you come and go, and it is also dangerous!

Luo Hu seemed to have great confidence in this kitchen knife, forcing Haotai to take it hard, and the knife became heavier than the other.

......

Click!

After the tea time, I heard the sound of breaking again.

This time, it was the new scimitar built by Haotai, which was broken in two.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Whoosh –

Luo Hu had already put the kitchen knife on Haotai's neck, and laughed.

"Why, you bastards, now you know how good my heirloom kitchen knife is, hahaha-"

Luo Hu laughed and said: "Lao Tzu just said that your Haotai beat me, but it was just a sword." ”

Everyone was silent when they listened, and Haotai was even more pale.

......

"Fourth, when did you have such a treasure - a kitchen knife, why don't I know?"

Someone asked.

Of course, the crowd didn't believe it.

Luo Hu didn't answer, and mysteriously burst into laughter again, turned around and left.

Everyone hurriedly chased after them, but Na Luo Hu still refused to say.

......

This incident soon spread in the city.

There is no impermeable strength in the world, let alone this crowded city in the middle of the city.

Everyone quickly inquired, and it turned out that the kitchen knife of Luo Hu's family was made by Luo Hu's mother and the new blacksmith master in the city.

After the news spread, Fang Junmei's iron-striking career suddenly became booming, and this guy Haotai was the first to come, one by one, Master Fang, that is called enthusiasm.

It's a pity - Fang Junmei seems to be an unpredictable prophet, and has already hung a sign outside the shop, saying that he will only fight one knife a day in the future, and the quality will be greatly reduced, because he has been unwell recently, and his hands are not good!

Anger everyone!

Look at your tendon meat, what's uncomfortable?

However, Fang Junmei has money or not, and everyone has no choice, so it is only cheaper than the few companies that looked for Fang Junmei to fight knives in the first few months, and they all collected them like treasures.

And Fang Junmei is indeed rich and doesn't want to make money.

First, they didn't come to make money, and secondly, they all came to him to fight knives, how did other blacksmiths feed their families?

If it weren't for the fact that he overestimated the quality of mortal knives at the beginning of the fight, Fang Junmei would not have made such a sharp knife at all.

......

This turmoil, with the persistence of Fang Junmei's quirks, gradually subsided.

His days became calm and boring again.

Unless he fights for others, he fights knives every day during the day, breaks knives every day, and breaks iron slag on the ground, and at night, under the faint oil lamp, drinking old wine, thinking about his thoughts, and watching the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of mortals.

......

Click!

On this day, another piece of red iron shattered into two pieces.

Fang Junmei threw the hammer again, washed it, walked to the table, and drank the old wine.

"Master, what kind of sword do you want to build, and why do you break it every day?"

Someone next to him asked.

During this period of time, Haotai was the most persistent, pestering Fang Junmei every day, and asked him to help fight a good knife, Fang Junmei disagreed, and still came every day, every day, and the fight was not fought, and even the square words were saved, and he directly called the master.

"Fight casually and practice your craft. ”

Fang Junmei smiled slightly.

"No matter what craft you practice, you won't make any money, and no matter how high your skill is, what is the use. ”

Haotai muttered with a depressed face.

Fang Junmei didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't pay attention to him, and drank slowly, as if he was drinking the joys and sorrows of his life, and there was a slight color in his two eyes.

......

Haotai is not the first day to see Fang Junmei, but every time I see his eyes, I always have an indescribable feeling, he is obviously in front of you, but it seems to be far away in the sky.

"Master, you are in the south, do you still have relatives?"

After a moment of silence, Haotai asked again.

"What is this for?"

Fang Junmei looked at him and asked.

Haotai smiled and said: "I see that the master is not young, and there is such a good craft, if I haven't married a wife yet, I would like to draw a line for the master, I have a few cousins, it's good......"

Pull up and pull up, brag and sell his cousin.

"Don't play tricks on me, don't think I don't know your plans, there are people waiting for me in the south, and when it's time to go back, I'll naturally go back. ”

Fang Junmei smiled.

When Haotai heard this, after slapping it, he immediately patted his chest and said: "That master came to our Hanhai City, if there is any other purpose, I Haotai is willing to help you." ”

“...... You can't help me. ”

Fang Junmei stared at him and said in an extremely low tone.

When Haotai heard this, he had to say something more.

"Go ahead, I'm going to think about something. ”

Fang Jun's eyebrows stopped his words, and his voice was not angry and arrogant.

Haotai was helpless and left.

......

Fang Jun turned his head and looked at the pile of scrap iron slag.

"When my heart moves, you will break, whether my heart does not move, you can become? But what I am walking is not a ruthless way, what do you want to remind me......

Fang Junmei muttered.

His eyes were blank for a moment, he shook his head, and drank again.

......

When I was cultivating, I was almost unaware of it for a day, but now that I am mixed with mortals, I only feel that one day is extraordinarily long, long enough to happen endless things.

After Haotai went out, he bought a few bags of tea and food, went to see his sweetheart's father, and patted him with a little fart.

Luo Hu was in the snowflake building, coaxed smoothly, and his pockets were exhausted. This is the most prosperous season of the year, and even the sisters in the building are desperately trying to make money.

Fang Junmei looked thoughtful.

......

And so on and so forth.

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, spring begins, and mortals work harder, grazing for grazing, and cultivating for farming.

Even Haotai was busy, and ran a freight business between Hanhai City and other cities. However, in his spare time, he still remembered to bring a few pots of old wine to see Fang Junmei, and he no longer mentioned the matter of forging knives.

......

There are a lot of big and small things in the city, but Fang Junmei has never intervened, and only looks at everything that happens among mortals with a cold eye with the attitude of a bystander, just like the dragon brocade clothes back then.

In the winter of that year, Haotai married a wife.

Fang Junmei was also invited to drink a glass of wine.

Also in the winter of this year, Luo Hu Hualiu was seriously ill and died early at a young age, the old lady cried into tears, and Haotai was also very sentimental and matured a lot.

......

Another year passed, and Haotai hugged a big fat boy and named Haolong.

And Fang Junmei is still alone with the iron, broken, broken, no one knows what he wants to do every day.

And the kitchen knives he first hit disappeared one after another, some people said that they were stolen, but who stole them was not found out in the end.

......

In the blink of an eye, another few years have passed.

One day in the summer of this year, Haotai came to see Fang Junmei again with two pots of wine and two catties of beef.

Since this son married his wife, he didn't care what his image was, he learned from Fang Junmei, grew a big beard, and he often came to see Fang Junmei, and people thought that he and Fang Junmei had an unsightly relationship with the old king next door.

"Master, help me get a good knife. ”

After a glass of wine, Haotai said with a grin.

When Fang Junmei heard this, he glanced at him strangely, and said, "You haven't come to beg me for a knife for a few years, why did you suddenly come to beg again? Even if the autumn capture is coming, with your skills, ordinary swords are enough." ”

When Haotai heard this, he smiled mysteriously.

Leaned over his head and whispered: "The reason for this, I only told the master, the reason why I asked for a knife is because someone found an underground tomb in the northwest mountain, I heard that the age is very old, there may be good goods in it, but I am worried about some ghosts." Spent a lot of money to ask me and a few other young men to make a move with them on the next trip. I'm also worried that I won't be able to control those weirdness, so I came to ask the master to help me make a good knife. ”

It turned out that he was going to rob the tomb!

Fang Junmei couldn't help but glare at him.