That little sparrow is relying on the blade.

It can be encountered every day when the blade goes to the Guangming Cave.

The little guy is a shameless person, and he knows how to act cute and cute to Blade Feng. Unfortunately, Blade Feng doesn't like this.

He would give it a few silkworm pupas to satisfy his cravings, but not much, so as not to lose its instinct and awareness of self-foraging.

Today, Blade has something to do, so I won’t watch Dai Mubai and others beat him to death.

What a pity!

What a fuck.

The blade passed through the quiet woods and headed straight to the school gate.

Because he was very busy with time, there was still no one at the school gate.

When you reach the door.

"Lingling!"

Lying on the lounge chair, with a glass of wolfberry water beside him, Mr. Nian muttered.

"This kid has a good time."

"Hello, Mr. Nian!"

"Well, go." Mr. Nian nodded slightly with a smile. The polite young man is so comfortable.

"Woooooo!"

Mr. Nian looked at the three people tied up and sealed their mouths and threw them in the corner and said dissatisfiedly: "Be honest, you know at a young age that you will still have something to do after you don't go home at night? Nowadays, students are becoming more and more dissatisfied..."

The three of them were crying but not crying. You can do it. At least we should tear the tape on our mouths first! It’s so uncomfortable that we have sealed it in the middle of the night!

Mr. Nian glared at him.

"Why? Everyone's eyes are so wide. Is there any dissatisfaction with the old man? It's neither big nor small! It seems that you have to let the other side educate them well, otherwise the college will be ruined if this trend spreads!"

"Hmm? You kid is still winking! Are you trying to rebel? I can't control you anymore, old man?!"

The man who was glaring at by Old Nian was crying and tears: I didn’t wink, it was your old spit that sprinkled into my eyes.

Mr. Nian: Do you still dare to argue? It seems that I have to personally educate you, this tough guy who will never repent!

This time, Blade went straight to the destination - a not-so-large blacksmith shop, located outside Tiandou City.

There is nothing to say about this blacksmith shop. It is an ordinary shop with no access, no huge financial resources, no masters, and no special products.

The day before yesterday, I heard the boss chatting, and it seemed that he had been glorious before, and he had a place in the most prosperous area of ​​Tiandou City.

Unfortunately, the master passed away later and there was no successor. In addition, the competitors poached at high prices, and some confidential technologies were also taken to the enemy camp by the master who poached them.

The blacksmith shop quickly declined and was even forced to the outside of Tiandou City.

But what does this have to do with his blade?

But out of politeness, Blade listened carefully to the blacksmith shop owner. He agreed to rent the blacksmith shop in the afternoon in two days.

The business of this blacksmith shop is not very good, otherwise the boss would not have time to recall the glory of the past with the blade.

After the negotiation of the fees, the matter was done so, and Blade paid the deposit.

The boss joked at the time: "Look at you, you are generous, why don't I buy this blacksmith shop and sell it to you."

At that time, Blade shook his head and smiled, "I think too, but this pocket doesn't have a few golden soul coins, so I can't be tough."

In the blacksmith shop.

Lying on the seat, crossing his legs, humming an old tune in his mouth, and a palm fan in his right hand. The stubble on his face was obvious, his hair was slightly messy, and he looked a little unkempt. This middle-aged man was the owner of the blacksmith shop.

His anger was a little decadent.

Hearing the footsteps, the middle-aged man lying on the recliner opened his eyes, and when he saw it, he hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands.

He wailed: "Brother, turn around quickly! You blind me!"

Blade Fen smiled and said, "This exaggerated acting is amazing."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand with some boredom, and looked at Daofeng helplessly with his eyes, "What a heart-wrenching and ruthless guy."

Forget it, let’s get to the point. I’m ready for what I want. Let me state first that the loss is not included in the rent.”

"Don't worry, boss, I understand the rules."

The middle-aged man grinned: "This relationship is good, come with me!"

The blacksmith shop is not big, but not small either.

The middle-aged man pointed to the coal piled up like a hill and said boldly: "Young man can use it, use it generously, don't save me! Saving it means not giving me face!"

Blade nodded and smiled: "It would be better if you don't charge money."

"Hahaha, my brother really loves to joke. I'll heat up the stove for you first!"

After a turn, the scorching breath began to spread.

"Do you need me to give you a blow?" the middle-aged man said attentively.

The corner of the blade's mouth curled: "How to calculate the wages?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Young man is so sensible, how can I not be a human being?"

“…”

"Okay, just follow what the guy said!" The middle-aged man was happy and made extra money again!

It’s comfortable to do business with a happy person!

Flander:...

The blade took out large pieces of ore from the soul guide and threw them into the furnace for heating.

The middle-aged man was not surprised. The young man was not ordinary, regardless of his demeanor, manner, or appearance. After he came in empty hands, he probably guessed that it must be that he had a soul guide in his hand.

Is there a soul guide? He once had one, and the space was quite small. It was left by his father. In the most difficult time, in order to bring the store back to life, he sold it.

Unfortunately, the destruction of the boat failed to save the situation in the end.

The master who valued the most was stabbed in the back, and was defeated and forced to the point where he came to the outside world to struggle to survive.

He shook his head, this is the price of being unfair to know people.

"Boss, you took my little money. You're so lazy and unkind."

"Of course! Please forgive me, please forgive me! I was distracted at this moment. I am not the kind of unkind person!" The middle-aged man quickly apologized and pulled up the bellows hard.

The rushing flames rose, constantly heating the ore in it.

There are two kinds of ores inside, and middle-aged men all recognize it, one is fine iron ore and the other is fine steel ore.

They are all metal source ores with extremely superior performance.

However, mines are good ore, but neither is easy to remove miscellaneous and purify. If a master without many years of experience takes action, it is difficult to get a medium-quality product.

Seeing this guy so young, he probably doesn't have the skill of his master, but seeing him so calm is hard to doubt.

What a strange young man.

The key is that he looks a bit like his style back then, which is really rare!

The middle-aged man sighed in his heart.

"The firepower is greater."

What a ruthless guy, a worker is not a human being?!

The middle-aged man wailed in his heart, but immediately accelerated the speed of pushing and pulling the bellows. Of course, he knew that rapid heating was the key to refining both, and once missed it, it would increase the difficulty of removing miscellaneous materials.

This guy looks a bit expert.

The blade frowned as the fire became more and more vigorous. The temperature was not enough.

He squatted down and said, "Boss, look at the ores in the stove and let me know when they are heated to the red and orange."

"Brother, this bellows are not light, can you do it?" The middle-aged man looked at Daofeng and hesitated. After all, he had collected the money, so he should remind him if he should remind him.

The blade nodded.

The middle-aged man no longer hesitated and stepped back and stood up.

The blade pulled up directly, and it was pulled slowly at the beginning, but his movements had a unique sense of rhythm, like waves hitting the reef, one beat more powerful than the other, and it was endless.

It didn't take long for his pulling speed to reach the level that the middle-aged man had to fight for his life.

This is a silly middle-aged man. What is going on with this guy? He has pulled the bellows and found his experience?!

The speed is still increasing, and it soon reached about 1.5 times that of a middle-aged man.

The speed is still increasing! It only stabilized when it reached the 18 times speed of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man feels that he has lived in the dog for so many years. Look at him, this is professional!

He also had some eyesight and could see that the current breathing of the blade and his body were in a unique resonance state with the movements of the bellows.
To be continued...