Qian Qingjian did not spend any more money to buy horses, but only walked all the way to the north, after bypassing Xiangyang City, there were few pedestrians on the north road, barren smoke and grass, and the crops could not be seen, which was caused by the continuous war.

A day later, we arrived at a rural town between Xianghan and Xianghan, where there were few ruined walls and ruins, and there was almost no human activity. Just as he was about to pass through the town, he saw an iron shop with the door still open, and there was a clanging sound inside, and someone was forging ironware. Qian Qingjian's heart moved and walked in.

The blacksmith is very simple, in the middle of the entrance is a big anvil, full of coal dust and broken iron, there are a few plowshares hanging on the wall, a few sickles, a blacksmith in his thirties is playing a pickaxe, this blacksmith's eyes are red and thin from the smoke, his eyes are full of eye droppings, his left foot is crippled, and he is holding a cane under his shoulder socket, he glanced at Qian Qingjian and said, "What does the guest officer want to build?"

Qian Qingjian said: "I want to build a big axe, Xu Huang or the kind used by Cheng Jin." It cannot be less than sixty-four pounds. ”

After hearing this, the blacksmith glanced at Qian Qingjian again on his face and asked, "What the guest officer said, but the gossip Xuanhua axe?" Qian Qingjian didn't know the name, so he only nodded yes.

The blacksmith nodded, threw the pickaxe held in the tongs into a bucket, pulled the bellows to make the stove, and placed a large piece of iron into the furnace.

Qian Qingjian said: "I don't know how long it will take?" The blacksmith said: "The villain will work as soon as possible." As he spoke, he pulled the bellows violently, burning the coals in the furnace even more red.

Qian Qingjian found a stool on the side and did it, looking at the fire, thinking about how to sneak back to Nanyang to take revenge.

Two hours later, the blacksmith had finished melting the iron, and with his left hand he picked up the red-hot iron with his iron tongs and put it on the anvil, and with his right hand he raised a large iron hammer and struck it.

When Qian Qingjian saw this scene, he suddenly remembered, could this lame person be Feng Mofeng, a disciple of Huang Yaoshi?

I didn't expect to run into Blacksmith Feng, this is really a coincidence. When he was searching for his memory, he suddenly heard the sound of laughter outside the door, Qian Qingjian got up and looked out of the door, but it was two infantry scouts of the Jin Army passing by here, he was worried about how to blend into Nanyang, his heart moved, jumped out without saying a word, a pair of iron palms struck out left and right, and silently, the two Jin soldiers quietly died with an unknown face.

Qian Qingjian looked at his palms and expressed satisfaction with the result, although the third stage has not yet started to practice, but this palm power can already kill people in silence, and it has the advantage of controllable strength, no wonder Qiu Qianren can slap the baby Zhou Niantong (Zhou Botong and Yinggu's son) without dying.

Thinking about it again, Qiu Qianren's iron palm obviously did not reach the second step of the third stage, and even the first step was not practiced. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been injured by the soft hedgehog armor after slapping Huang Rong.

He changed into the clothes of a Jin soldier, dragged the two corpses into the distance, and threw them into an empty uninhabited courtyard, only then did he walk back to the iron shop, only to see that the blacksmith Feng was embedding an iron axe handle into the axe, and the gossip Xuanhua axe had already taken shape.

Blacksmith Feng squinted his red eyes, burned the big axe red again, and then put the axe into a water tank to dip it into the fire, and asked slowly, "Guest officer, are you going to enter the tiger's den?"

Qian Qingjian knew that the murder just now could not hide from Feng Mofeng's ears and eyes, and said in his heart that this Feng blacksmith was really smart, but he didn't think carefully about the comparison, the apprentices of Huang Laoxie may be illiterate, but there are also stupid ones, not only are they not stupid, but they are also handsome men and beautiful women. But he said: "It's not a tiger's den, at most it's a wolf's den." ”

While speaking, there was a noise of people outside, and Blacksmith Feng muttered: "This place is also strange, when there is no one, there are not a few people who have not passed for more than ten days." When there are people, there is an endless stream throughout the day. ”

Qian Qingjian stood at the door again, looked south, but saw dozens of Song soldiers, escorting a carriage to the north, those Song soldiers suddenly found that a Jin soldier appeared in front of them, they were all frightened, and one of them said loudly: "Don't misunderstand, brothers on the other side, we are giving gifts to Jin Guo." ”

Qian Qingjian didn't answer, but was surprised in his heart, this had just burned the grain and grass of the Jin army, and if it was not surprising, the Jin army should have already evacuated Dengzhou and Xinye. Even if the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty did not dare to take advantage of the victory to pursue and cover up the killing, they should not give gifts in turn!

In the corner of his eye, Blacksmith Feng also stood at the door with an axe, his face could not hide the expression of grief and indignation, he handed the axe to Qian Qingjian, and said, "Guest officer, the axe is ready." ”

Song Jun, who was escorting the car, saw that Jin Bing was alone, and he was negotiating with the blacksmith, so he relieved his heart and escorted the carriage past in front of Qian Feng and the others, and when he passed, someone was muttering: "Look, this one with an axe is not a golden vulture?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Jin Wushu is a person from Yue Wumu's era, and he died early. ”

Qian Qingjian couldn't laugh when he heard this, is this Cheng biting Jin, is it good? But he forgot that he had changed into a golden soldier costume, of course, it was more like Wanyan Wushu.

In fact, he hit this axe just to practice heavy axes in the future torrents. I think that Yang Guo can gain a firm foothold in the water with a sixty-four-pound Xuantie heavy sword, but we can't get a Xuantie heavy sword, and it's the same if we get an iron giant axe?

When Song Bing walked away, Qian Qingjian danced around with the axe, his funeral axe method was not suitable for this Xuanhua giant axe, so he just swept a few symbolically swings, and felt that this sixty-four-pound guy was still in his hands, and he was not as embarrassed as Yang Guochu when he held the Xuantie Sword. What's going on?

After a little thought, it has been understood, this is that he is holding an axe in both hands, and Yang Guo is holding a sword with one hand, and secondly, he has eaten two snake gall bladders at the moment, and has practiced the iron palm magic skill for many days, and his internal strength and strength have greatly improved, and when Yang Guo first held the heavy sword, he had never eaten a snake gall.

On the side, Blacksmith Feng asked, "Are you still satisfied?" Qian Qingjian said, "Satisfied, so satisfied." He was about to take out the silver taels in his arms, but he saw Feng Mofeng waving his hand: "Since the young man is going to kill the golden soldiers, this axe should be given to the guest officer as a small one, and no money will be charged." ”

"How's that going to work?"

"What the little one said was from the heart, the young man should not be humble, I don't know if the young man is going, do you need the little help?"

This is the second person in the world to call him a young man, Qian Qingjian is grateful and ashamed, no matter how the character of Huang Lao's evil character is, the apprentice he accepted is really good, so he hugged his fists and thanked him: "So I am ashamed, I don't need help, farewell." ”

Leaving the blacksmith shop, Qian Qingjian sighed a lot, Feng Mofeng must have regarded him as a chivalrous warrior who killed gold soldiers for the people of the country, but in fact, he just wanted to avenge his personal revenge. As for the Jin soldiers he occasionally met, he would kill a few when he was happy, and he would not kill if he was not in the mood, but it had nothing to do with Jingkang's shame.

After walking a little further, he saw that the Song soldiers who were giving gifts had been intercepted, and the two sides had already started to fight, and the fight was in full swing.