On Han Shi's body, there is no fluctuation of half of spiritual power, and every time a hammer falls, it depends on the power of the flesh.

On the anvil, there was a red-hot iron knife, which had not yet been beaten, but only slightly shaped, but as Han Shi smashed it down with a hammer, the iron knife quickly took shape.

Not long after, after Han Shi dropped the last hammer, he put the iron knife into the cold water used for quenching, only to hear a stabbing sound, until it was completely cooled, and when Han Shi took it out, the iron knife had been completely finalized.

Han Shi took the iron knife and placed it on the ground in the corner of the backyard wall, and on the side, there were dozens of iron tools, all of which were beaten by Han Shi, but the strange thing is that from the first piece of iron, you can find that the more you go on, the more unrefined the iron tools become, and you can even say that they are a little rough.

The first piece of iron is an iron sword, the sword body reveals brilliance, under the light wave, there is a sound similar to the dragon's roar, the power is unparalleled, and it contains a huge spiritual power, its power is not weaker than the medium spiritual treasure.

This sword is Han Shi's first iron tool after living in this old house, and it is also the first attempt, Han Shi did not spare half of his strength, and he made it for three days in a row, before integrating spiritual power into it and becoming a divine weapon.

But this attempt made Han Shi realize his own shortcomings, although his cultivation was not low, but in terms of the way of striking iron, his realm was still too weak.

If it is his father, who has his cultivation, I believe that the power of the iron tools he makes will be far above him, even if it is an immortal treasure, it is also possible.

Only by gradually giving up the spiritual power and re-stepping into this iron path with the power of mortals can we understand its essence.

The iron tools made by Han Shi started from the iron sword, and gradually lost their gorgeous appearance, and their brilliance gradually became introverted, and the difference between them and ordinary iron tools was much smaller.

It wasn't until half a month ago that the formed iron tools completely faded from their extraordinary appearance, and ordinary people couldn't see any difference.

This iron knife is not a mighty machete, but a kitchen knife, which Han Shi made with the style of the kitchen knife used by his mother in his memory.

Han Shi looked at the iron knife for a long time and sighed lightly, then he sniffed his nose and looked at the kitchen, where the aroma of food wafted out, which suddenly made his stomach sound like thunder with hunger.

For lunch, Qingmei made three side dishes, and in the courtyard, Han Shi sat at the table, took a sip of the wine jug, and looked at Qingmei.

This scene is just like the appearance of the Han blacksmith's family eating in Hanjia Village back then, but Han Shi changed from the perspective of a bystander to the position where his father sat back then.

At this moment, he had forgotten his identity as a monk and completely regarded himself as an ordinary blacksmith.

Peaceful days always seem to pass quickly, and unconsciously, Han Shi and Qingmei have lived in this Shimei House for more than a year.

Most of the people in the neighborhood have known the new owner of this old house, a young blacksmith couple, the owner's surname is Han, he is very calm, and he has a good hand of iron, which is much stronger than the previous blacksmith's skills, and gradually, there are more people who come to the Korean blacksmith shop to buy ironware.

The price of this Korean blacksmith's ironware is fair, and many people have used it for nearly a year after buying it back, and the ironware is not damaged at all, but it is more and more dark and deep, giving people a sense of indestructibility.

Of course, the ironware of the Korean blacksmith never rusts.

On the wooden board in front of the door of Shimeiju, there are a lot of iron tools, the most of which are the most common knives, scissors, pots, pots and shovels and so on.

Qingmei sat aside, bowed his head slightly, looked at the scroll in his hand, his eyes moved from the lines from time to time, and with tenderness, he looked at the man standing by the stove, sweating like rain.

"Miss Mei, my old man asked me to buy a wine jug, the handle of the pot at home was broken, and the old man said that your iron wine jug is strong enough, and it can't be broken. The aunt of the Zhang family, who was facing the street, stood in front of the blacksmith shop with a vegetable basket on her shoulder, and said with a smile.

Qingmei smiled slightly, picked up an iron wine jug and handed it to Aunt Zhang, took ten big coins, and placed them in a wooden box on the side casually.

Aunt Zhang took the iron kettle, touched the body of the kettle, and then knocked on it in her ear, with a satisfied smile on her face, although she couldn't say anything different, but she could feel that the iron tools made by the Korean blacksmith were different from others.

Not far away, Aunt Zhang looked back at Shimeiju, she always felt that Miss Meimei and Han Blacksmith were extremely compatible.

After a long time, almost all the frequent visitors to Shimeiju know that the word Shimei is the name of the husband and wife, and they can't help but have a good impression of Shimeiju.

Han Shi looked at the fiery red iron bar on the anvil, the hammer that had been non-stop, was put down by him, for more than a year, he was immersed in the iron every day, and his skills became more and more sophisticated.

The reason why Han Shi's skills have improved so quickly is entirely due to his understanding of the Heavenly Dao, which is far above his father's, even if he doesn't use spiritual power, but in terms of knowledge, he is not ordinary.

He could feel that there was not much room for improvement in this skill, and even if it was twice as strong, the improvement in quality of iron was limited.

The proficiency of the technique is not difficult, but the difficulty is an invisible and untouchable barrier, which stops Han Shi and makes him no longer able to advance in the way of iron.

The sparkle of the furnace fire was reflected in Han Shi's eyes, and he raised the hammer again and struck it on the iron bar, which seemed to hit his heart.

Flowers bloom again, three years have passed in a hurry, located in the east of Qingcheng City, Shimeiju, has been quite famous, not only the neighbors near the street often come, but also a lot of people who are far away from the people came to come on purpose, just to buy a piece of iron to go back to use, to see if the fame of this Shimeiju is true.

Even the middle-aged man who sold the old mansion to Han Shi once came here once and sold two pieces of ironware.

Han Shi's iron-striking skills now, has surpassed Han blacksmith a lot, a piece of pig iron, often only half a pillar of incense time, can be turned into an iron knife, the knife surface is smooth as a mirror, although the blade is thin, but it is tough and not broken, sharp and not rolled, ordinary blacksmiths, even if it takes three days and three nights, it is difficult to make such an iron knife.

The embroidery needle, which is thinner than a hair, but cannot be broken, can only be refined by his hammer in the entire Qingcheng.

It's just that Han Shi himself knows very well that without using spiritual power, this is already his limit, and if he wants to go further, he must have a new breakthrough.

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, a carriage slowly moved along the mountain road, until it stopped in front of the huge archway, and an old man with gray hair was dressed in a dark robe, and walked down from the car.

Although the old man's face is old, his eyes are deep and bright, but everyone who looks at him has a sense of being seen through his heart.

The old man stood under the archway, looked up at the huge "Qingcheng" word, his eyes revealed a strong color of memory, for a long time, he retracted his gaze, along the mountain road, continued to walk forward, followed by the old man, only a middle-aged man in his early forties, this person has a simple face, carrying a big burden, looking at his clothes, should be the old man's servant.

The old man walked on the mountain road, and there was no twilight between his steps, but like a dragon walking and tiger steps, revealing a vitality that should belong to the young man, but in this way, he suffered the middle-aged man who followed him, and secretly complained bitterly, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to grit his teeth, trot all the way, and follow the old man from afar.

After a while, the outline of Qingcheng gradually appeared in the eyes of the two, and the old man had not slowed down, paused at this moment, and a sense of homesickness rose in his heart.

His gaze followed the stone steps made of bluestone slabs, step by step, looking at the familiar place hidden deep in his heart, forty years have passed, Qingcheng is still the Qingcheng in his memory.

"Ah Fu, follow me, do you regret it?" The old man looked back at the middle-aged man who was sweating profusely and sighed slightly.

The middle-aged man took a breath, quickly wiped his sweat with his cuffs, shook his head and said, "Sir, Ah Fu has followed you since he was a child, and after so many years, don't you know me?"

The old man said indifferently: "The so-called tree is falling and scattered, now there are many people in the court who want to kill me, and these people are all high-ranking and powerful people, you leave at this moment, there is still time, otherwise you will inevitably be affected by me, and your life will be worried." ”

The middle-aged man showed firmness in his eyes, and he didn't speak, he picked up his burden and walked towards the stone steps, and just a few steps, he turned around and said, "Sir, Ah Fu is not afraid of death." ”

He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Although Ah Fu is stupid, he always feels that if Mr. doesn't want to, no one can force Mr. to return to his hometown." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man turned around and walked towards the mountain street, and behind him, the old man stood under the mountain street, his eyes showing a different color.

Ah Fu has followed him for more than 30 years, what is the character of this person, he can't be clearer, it can be said that his heart is like a child, but he seems a little naïve, and his mind is always one step slower than others.

It's just that everyone didn't see through it, but Ah Fu noticed it.

Perhaps, the reason why others can't see through it is not because they are not smart enough, but because they don't have the word "Chi Chen" in their hearts.

"If I don't use some means, I'm afraid that I will be left in the imperial capital for the rest of my life, and I promised to come back to accompany her. The old man muttered to himself and walked up the stone steps.

Walking and walking, the middle-aged man walked behind the old man, this Qingcheng, he only knew that it was Mr.'s hometown, but he had never been there, so he didn't know the road, let alone where Mr.'s former residence was.

The old man walked on the mountain street, looking at the familiar scenes, which overlapped with the scenes buried in his memory, which made him feel emotional.

"The old mansion of the Xu family, I'm afraid it has already fallen!" The old man sighed, walked into a rather deep path next to the mountain street, and walked forward in the winding stone steps of the mountain road with his memory.