Chapter 65: Wine and Knives

The cool land is cold and vast, and when people walk into it, there is nothing but the feeling of the boundlessness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe roaring sound of horses' hooves woke up the foraging vultures like a sky-shaking drum, but in Liu Mu's ears, there was a burst of irritability. There was no gain from the trip to the temple, except for seeing the profound Buddhist cultivation of the sacred tree, and there was no gain from the smelting of iron. According to the old monk Shenshu, when he was young, he tried to walk all over the cool land, looking for a way to smelt iron, but there was no way until today, and persuaded Liu Mu to give up. Liu Mu is the kind of person who hits the south wall and doesn't want to turn back, and he left the Rize Temple without any indication, and he won't give up.

"Who's the best caster in the Cool Land? I need you to get it for me, even if it's tied up here. Liu Mu, who was sitting in the open space and drank a jar of spirits, said to Tieqi with red eyes, his expression was hideous and terrifying.

Tie Qi didn't know what Liu Mu was thinking, he had to use this iron casting knife, there are so many good casting knife materials in the world, why bother with this broken thing, wasting his energy in vain. It's hard to refute, so I can only sprinkle my anger on Sanjin and the others, and roar: "Where is the best caster?"

"Eagle Town, the old man of Huyan in Eagle Town has the best skills, really, I won't lie to you!" I had already eaten enough of the three catties of the Iron Banner Old Fist, where did I dare to slack off, and I said a name without hesitation. And the others also nodded when they heard it, it seems that this old man of Huyan in Sanjin's mouth is indeed the most famous caster here.

Tie Qi nodded with satisfaction, let go of the collar that was holding three catties, and smoothed it for him with a smile before saying, "Very good, then take me to find this person." But Sanjin and the others had embarrassed expressions on their faces, and they stood there without moving half a step. Tieqi, who had walked a few steps, turned his head suspiciously, and said with some annoyance: "What's the matter, wait for Lao Tzu to beat you up?"

"Boss, this old man in Huyan has a strange temper, and it is said that he doesn't fight anything else except farm tools. Sanjin said with a strange expression.

Tie Qi laughed a few times wildly, and said disdainfully: "Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil, if he dares not to cast a knife today, Lao Tzu will cramp his tendons." A few of you go with Lao Tzu to invite someone!"

With the escort of the master of the iron banner, the three catties of dogs immediately licked their smiling faces and followed, heading towards the north. Looking at the past from a distance, robbery and murder are no different from those on weekdays, the only difference is that they are more arrogant.

In the consistent cognition of Tieqi, all craftsmen who have a certain reputation must have a certain amount of pomp and circumstance. Not to mention the size of the workshop, even there must be a few craftsmen, and no matter how bad it is, there must be a clanging sound. But looking at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him, there was not even a door, and there was a house made of broken ash in the courtyard. Tieqi's nose was crooked, and a gloomy voice sounded in Sanjin's ear: "It's better to explain, otherwise ......"

The fist as big as a sandbag, the "quack" that was pinched at the moment sounded, and every time the heart of three catties was raised, I was afraid that the next moment the iron flag would run out of patience, so I gave my head a few laps, and the three catties hurriedly said: "Boss, don't look at the broken yard of the old man Huyan, but he really has a good ability to strike iron, I really don't talk nonsense." "Seeing the iron flag, I still don't believe it, Sanjin knows that this is also human nature, whoever sees such a broken place will not be linked to the master. couldn't help but curse a few times in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "There is no one in this radius of dozens of miles who does not boast that this old man Huyan is so good at iron, boss, if you don't believe it, go find a passer-by to ask." “

Iron Banner jumped off his horse and walked towards the house full of broken furniture, and the more he walked, the cooler his heart became. If he hadn't seen an iron-making stove in the yard, he would have turned around and left immediately. Walking not far from the house, Tie Qi said, "Is there anyone?

"Which turtle son is yelling here from Lao Tzu?" A drunken voice came out of the courtyard from afar, and the sound scared three catties inexplicably, and quickly hid behind the iron flag.

No less than Tieqi's high voice, Tieqi turned his head suspiciously, and his eyes were an old man about fifty or sixty years old, with copper bell eyes red from drunkenness, and only one slit was left at the moment, the square forehead was flat and a little overhead, and the gray beard on the chin was curled with the pouting at the moment, which made people want to laugh. But no one present dared to laugh, Tie Qi watched the old man walk in slowly with a solemn expression, and unconsciously raised a little guard.

"Shout! are you little bandits?" slanted his eyes, and the old man tried to look at them for a long time before he laughed and scolded angrily: "Is it itchy again?"

"Old man Huyan, it's not us who came to you today, it's my boss who is looking for you for something. Sanjin, who was hiding behind the iron flag, said in a cowardly tone. This tone is not at all as fierce as it seems on the outside, and there is no usual babbling and a look of fear.

The old man Huyan sneered a few times before he said to Tieqi: "The little doll is so deep in cultivation, what's the matter with finding the old man?"

"Seniors, juniors Tieqi, entrusted by my young master, I have come to ask my seniors to talk about it. Tie Qi clasped his fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice.

The old man Huyan didn't even glance at Tieqi, picked up the wine jug in his hand, raised his head and drank a few sips. While covering the wine stopper, he said: "I'm a bad old man, what can I have a good chat with your young master?

In this world, first-class masters are not so rare, but they are not everywhere. Only a few of those sects with a strong heritage can appear, and as for those small families, the last one is crazy. There are even fewer top-notch masters who go up first-class, Liu Mu once said that first-class is just the beginning, and there are more possibilities in the future, anyway, Tieqi has not seen it, and I can't imagine it.

"Senior, the young master of my family is a pedantic man, and he will be hard to match for the rest of his life with an iron banner of martial arts. Before coming, the young master said that there was wine and a knife. Tie Qi took a step forward with a calm face, shortening the distance between him and the old man Huyan, and he was already almost at the cordon.

"Haha...... I just don't know what kind of wine this wine is, what kind of knife is the knife?" The old man Huyan looked a little more cautious, and his eyes stared at Tieqidao. The light flashed in his eyes in an instant, and he was still drunk before. The slightly arched body looks like it can be shot at any time.

Tie Qi took another step forward, and pressed the past against the momentum of the old man Huyan. The breath around his body lingered, and he automatically pushed away the three catties and others with low strength, and he didn't move like a mountain, and drank: "Wine, it is a strong wine brewed by the young master, and the general is drunk." The knife is the young master's self-created killing knife, and the gods and ghosts are slashed!"

The old man Huyan couldn't put on a relaxed appearance anymore, so he squeezed two steps forward, and after running the true qi of his whole body under his feet, he felt that his breathing was much smoother after taking root in the earth, and then he said loudly: "Good wine!