This must be Xiao Tie’s favorite thing. It has been played with for many years, which makes the jade pendant thick patina appear.

But behind the jade pendant, there are two vermilion red characters written in official script.

"Yunshu"

This is the only ornament that Xiao Tie had when he was picked up by his master.

But the boy who broke iron never knew whether these two words were his real names or did they have other meanings?

"Are you living or dead? Where are you?"

Xiao Tie bit the steamed bun with astringent mouth and said in a voice that only he could hear:

"Does there really still be a day to meet in our lives?"

"Young Master Zhe!"

Just when Ji Tie was worried, the caravan's friend came to tell him:

"Our boss said that it was too late and we were spending a night outside the small village ahead. Will you continue to walk with us tomorrow? Or will you leave?

If I stay, I will ask the guy to make an extra meal.”

"Stay, I'll stay."

Xiao Tie smiled silly to the guy, and he said:

"I've been out for a long time, and my family must be worried. I'll go with your caravan to Jinan Mansion this time and take a boat home from there."

"That's good!"

The guy also looked happy.

Although Xiao Tie has a lot of food, he has to eat the portion of three people in one meal.

But the martial arts of Zhetiedi is very extraordinary. If I hadn't met him a few days ago, my small caravan would have been ruined by the wild dogs.

What's even more rare is that this young man is not as good as other gangsters, with eyes growing on the top of his head.

He has a good temper and is diligent. He is accompanied by a caravan and doesn't have any money, just eat.

This made everyone from the caravan shopkeeper to the guys below like Xiao Tie very much.

The sun sets, and this small caravan that makes a living in Qilu is outside a village.

After setting fire and unloading the goods, the guy bought some vegetables and steamed buns in the village, cut some jerky and cooked a pot of soup.

It tastes...

It is definitely not as delicious as the dishes made by Brother Shen Qiu.

But Xiao Tie is not picky either. He was just when he grew up. The soup and watery things look bad, but the taste is OK, which makes him have a good appetite.

"Oh, this business is getting harder to do."

The shopkeeper of the caravan also sat next to Xiao Tie and surrounded the fire. He ate and lamented:

"The Northern Dynasty, which was killed this day, just retreated, but the Southern Dynasty caught up again.

These days, there have been constant noises at the foot of Qinglong Mountain, saying that apart from the green forest hero, the trade routes over there will be completely cut off."

"Shopkeeper, why did I hear that the people here don't actually hate the right and wrong villages?"

Xiao Tiegu finished drinking the soup in his hand, wiped his mouth happily, and then skewed the stiff steamed buns with sticks, put them on the fire and grilled them. He asked the shopkeeper:

"Does anyone like this as a bandit?"

"Hey, Mr. Tie, look at what you said."

The shopkeeper smiled and said in half:

“Who in this world likes bandits?

No matter how kind they are, they are still thieves who are robbing their families, right?

But this is a thief. Although it is a thief, it is better than the Northern and Southern Dynasties soldiers who attacked Qi and Lu for many years. If you pay for your life, they will protect you.

It doesn’t matter to me, but the landlords and powerful people are afraid that the village will come to find trouble.”

The shopkeeper twisted his beard and lowered his voice and said to Xiao Tie:

"Although it is a bad village and has done some desperate activities, in this chaotic world, the soldiers are really inferior to those of bandits.

Young Master Tie, I heard you say that you are from Jiangnan. If you return to Jiangnan this time, don’t come to Qilu again.

I heard from my husband that he was trying to persuade him that this is the place where God has overcome the tribulation and is not what a good child like you should come.”

"Um."

The young man knew that the shopkeeper was kind-hearted.

He stopped talking.

After everyone finished their meal, they were about to eat and were about to rest at night, but they heard a noise. Then, a guy ran over in panic and shouted to everyone:

"It's a disaster, a disaster! Some bandits are coming towards us!"

"ah?"

The shopkeeper was frightened and pulled two of his beards to break, but he didn't realize it. Xiao Tie reacted quickly and started to rush to the carriage and looked out.

Sure enough, more than a dozen bandits riding on horseback and under the skewed banner were running towards them.

"Shopkeeper, retreat to the village!"

The iron-breaking boy rushed two steps before, and while facing the other big man, he held something in the carriage. In the sound of chains swaying, he held something on his arm.

Amid the sound of the spring clamping, he said without looking back:

"I won't eat your food in vain. I'll scare away the thieves. Don't come out!"

The shopkeeper saw Xiao Tie rushing forward, but he had no time to stop him.

He hurriedly called on others to push the carriage and retreated into the abandoned village behind him. The friends also held the single-sword bamboo guns that were protecting themselves, extremely nervous.

When the group of bandits galloping on horseback approached the village, Xiao Tie appeared at the entrance of the village with heavy objects.

When the thieves saw someone coming, although they were intimidated by Xiao Tie's eight-foot-tall figure, they still swear to them because of the large number of people.

Little Tie's eyes were full of helplessness.

If so, he really doesn't want to hurt people's lives, but...

"Clang"

With a loud bang, as the bandits were staring at the stunned gaze, the ground in front of Xiao Tie was flying, just like a heavy object falling to the ground, with a muffled sound echoing.

The tall boy was holding a weapon that made everyone stunned.

Black iron sword.

Just the sword blade is five feet long, and the wide hilt is six feet long!

And the sword is not only long, but also wide.

I'm afraid it's not as wide as half a foot.

There is no sharp edge or blade, nor a sword-shaped scabbard, it is like a door panel, held by the boy in one hand.

The most peculiar thing is that behind the iron sword, behind the hilt, there are slender chains wrapped around the left wrist of the folded iron boy holding the sword.

The chain was wrapped around one by one, and there was a snap at the tail, which was buckled at the bend of his arm.

"Bang"

The iron-breaking boy put the sword higher than others on the deck and shouted to the scared bandit in front of him:

"Get out! Go out!"

"I don't want to hurt anyone!"
Chapter completed!