The snow has stopped, but the sky is still hazy. The snow on the street has been swept to the side of the road. Under the dim skylight, the smooth bluestone slabs look like pieces of ink jade embedded in the ground, with a sense of "no".

The loneliness and coldness that comes out.

"Dang——dang——"

In a lonely blacksmith shop at the corner of the street, the sound of hammering could be heard far away.

The red fire burned monotonously, and the glowing firelight shone through the door and illuminated several people inside.

A burly and muscular dark man with a bare upper body, swinging a hammer in his hand, his rock-knotted muscles would tremble with each exercise, and pieces of turbid hot sweat would secrete from his pores.

It came out, and then under the light of the fire and the blowing of the cold wind outside the door, it only had time to flow out a trace, and then evaporated.

It's not just this one person.

There were five people in total, varying in height, age, strength and thinness.

Each person repeatedly hammered a piece of red-hot iron, hammering it up and down. The iron piece gradually stretched and stretched, cooled, and then entered the fire again. Only in the rhythmic beatings, the five pieces of iron were hammered.

The tools made by people have gradually revealed their outlines. Some are knives and some are swords.

The sweat splashed on the iron block and immediately turned into a wisp of white air.

There were five people in the house.

Outside the house, to be precise, there is someone under the eaves. This person is standing quietly, looking gently at the children who are playing and chasing each other under a dead tree, and a small yellow dog is following me happily.

Behind several dolls.

Perhaps she was in a good mood, Su Qing squatted there and shook the silver bell on her wrist, pursed her lips at the little puppy, trembled her tongue, and made a greeting sound in her mouth.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk—”

The jumping puppy's ears immediately stood up, but he didn't pay attention to his feet. While looking at him, he flopped on the ground, rolled a few times, shook his body, and trotted towards Su Qing in a silly manner.

.

A little girl hurriedly caught up and held him in her arms. She glanced at Su Qing warily, as if she were looking at a dog thief. Then she whispered to a few friends and trotted off.

I'll go somewhere else.

Su Qing laughed happily.

"Sir, that's it!"

When he heard the greeting from behind, he stood up, turned around, and looked at the people behind him.

The sound of beating has disappeared,

"Zi——"

The sound of tempering also stopped.

The five men held the weapons they had made in their hands and placed them in front of Su Qing.

There are knives and swords, three of them are swords and two of them are swords.

The three-handled swords are all, without exception, long, narrow and straight. Except for the convex and concave shapes of the hilts, which are slightly different, they are almost the same. The same is true for the two-blade swords. They are as long and narrow as swords, but are edged on one side, and the blade has a slight arc.

These are the five casters Chen Er found, and now they are testing their skills according to Su Qing's drawings.

"Although the sword drawn on this piece of paper is rare, it is more exquisite and has its own advantages and disadvantages compared with ordinary steel swords!"

The swarthy man, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, a Chinese character face, a thick stubble on his face, a pair of big hands covered with polished nails and thick calluses were holding the two drawings given by Su Qing, with a look of surprise on his face.

I was very impressed.

Several other craftsmen also spoke.

"Like a Tang Dao!"

"It's like the rumored Japanese sword!"

Su Qing smiled warmly and said softly: "This is originally a sample of Tang Dao, but because my knife-wielding skills are somewhat special, in order to increase the dexterity and change, I added a trace of curvature to the blade!"

He easily took a long cast sword, flicked it with his fingers, and the sword immediately groaned and trembled. Then he placed it in his hands one by one, as if he was weighing the weight and feeling something.

"Yes, but the knife needs to be longer, four feet, about two and a half fingers wide, and the blade is tough and sharp. For the rest, you can use your best to forge a good knife for me!"

"As for the sword, it should also be four feet, two fingers wide, no sword grid, a hard-ridged sword, but not too strong to break easily. The sword body and hilt should be integrated into one body. You can do the rest by yourselves. If you succeed, each of you can

Wanliang!"

"Haha, sir, you're welcome. Money is not of secondary importance. We have been holding hammers for half our lives, and the sharp tools forged under the hammers are all ordinary iron. It cannot be beaten by a thousand hammers or a hundred times of refinement. I have always regretted it in my life. Today I see such extraordinary spirits.

If you can forge a pair of magical weapons from different irons, fulfill your wish for the rest of your life, and gain a reputation, even if you don’t pay a penny, it doesn’t matter!”

The big man looked at the various kinds of fine gold in the iron box, his eyes sparkling, and he seemed to be very excited, and most of the others were the same. Some people couldn't wait to take the fine iron in it, and praised: "These fine golds and strange irons

Each has its own unique characteristics, with different hardness and toughness, and different temperatures and coldness. It may take a lot of time to break them in, but the five of us work together and train day and night. Ten days is enough!"

Su Qing didn't say anything more when he saw this. There are many things in the world. In the end, most of what he wants is ordinary. It is nothing more than the word "achievement". Success and fame. A martial artist relies on martial arts, a painter relies on painting skills, and a luther player relies on piano skills. These

A blacksmith, of course, has to show his true skill at hammering.

"That would be troublesome!"

Leave a message with a smile.

Su Qing left the shop and then walked to the inn.

Nowadays, the case of "Plum Blossom Thief" has made the world tremble. Baoding City is also because of Lin Xian'er. Three days ago, the Plum Blossom Thief appeared in "Xingyun Village", and many experts from all over the world gathered here after hearing the news.

, either in Xingyun Village or in his inn.

As soon as I walked out of the corner, I heard the sound of horse hooves flying past on the long street, like a long sword poking the ground, and I was startled.

Thinking about some of the words that several people said when they were drunk last night, the heroic words, the jokes in the world, and the wild words, he couldn't help but feel funny. Friends in the world are like this. Everyone has their own secrets in their hearts. When they are drunk, they have sex.

When they wake up, they all disperse, and when the wind is clear and the moon is white, they come in groups of two with wine to have a drink together.

The cold heart seemed to be enlivened by a drunken night.

But when he was approaching the inn, he stopped thinking and half-smiled. He saw a lot of people standing on both sides of the street, waiting eagerly, as if they were watching some good show.

Not far away, there was a burst of yelling and yelling, and the sound of fists and fists.

suddenly.

"Are you the living god of wealth, Mr. Su?"

A cold, icy voice penetrated his ears from the side like a sharp sword.

"People are back!"

Immediately, someone in the crowd heard the sound and looked, and then dispersed one by one.

"Living God of Wealth?"

Su Qing was startled when he heard this. Where did this vulgar name come from?

Then he saw a young man in brocade clothes, holding a sword in his arms, walking from the side to the opposite side of him, blocking his way.

The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a handsome face, but at this moment, there was deep jealousy and anger in his eyes.

Su Qing smiled warmly and said: "Su Qing, is there something wrong?"

"Of course there is, but you asked that Mei Er to treat Li Xunhuan, which caused the death of Mr. Qin's beloved son?"

Someone else spoke angrily and yelled.

Su Qing was stunned again, and asked confusedly: "Who is Mr. Qin? What does his son's death have to do with me?"

But he nodded immediately.

"However, it is indeed me who asked Mei Er to take care of Li Xunhuan!"

"Hmph, you are really arrogant. Mr. Qin is so courageous. Mr. Qin Xiaoyi, yesterday Mr. Qin was injured while chasing the plum blossom thief and went to seek medical treatment. Who would have thought that this plum blossom boy refused to treat him and only said that the king of heaven is here?

He didn’t admit it either, he only saved Li Xunhuan, but Qin Zhong’s good life was lost. Also, you let the evil slaves kill seven martial arts heroes yesterday, and you also need an explanation for this matter!”

But when I saw that the person speaking had high cheekbones, a majestic face, a slightly sparse gray beard, droopy mouth corners, a wide mouth and a straight nose, he was filled with indignation at this moment, with angry eyes and brows raised, revealing a murderous look.

In the inn, there was a sudden shout: "Fuck you, I just told you to wait. Who would have thought that the young master of the Long family was vicious by nature and wanted to harm Li Tanhua? I was so angry that I

Refuse to heal you!"

It was Mei Er who looked like a poor scholar. He had a slap mark on his cheek and his cheek was swollen.

Zhao Zhengyi said sternly with a smile on his face: "Hmph, look at how powerful you are as a slave. How dare you frame Master Long's child, who is only a few years old!"

Su Qing finally understood.

"You guys are interesting. According to what you said, when a person dies, he should go to the Plum Blossom Thief? Why should he come to me?"

"By the way, who are you?"

The man who yelled angrily snorted coldly. "Listen up, kid, I am known as the selfless Zhao Zhengyi in the world, and this person next to me is my sworn brother Qin Lao Xiaoyi!"

Su Qing looked at the young man in brocade clothes again.

"And you?"

The young man said coldly:
To be continued...