The sound of iron striking in the room suddenly disappeared.
As the ajar door was pushed open, a burly man with disheveled hair and a potbelly smelling of alcohol stared at the old madman through the crack in the door.
Immediately, those drunken eyes suddenly condensed.
"boom!"
The door was pushed open and crashed to the ground.
"You...you are..."
The pot-bellied man's eyes were full of shock, staring straight at the old madman.
The old madman smiled bitterly, "Xiaojiu, I knew you were still here. How about it? You've been great these years."
"Brother!"
The man with a big belly stepped forward sadly, his thick black arms firmly grasping the old madman's shoulders, his eyes were extremely red, and his voice was filled with sorrow.
"You...how did you become so old?"
"Xiaojiu, you look old too. How have you been in these years?"
"Brother, what about your cultivation? Why can't I sense your cultivation?" The pot-bellied man looked up and down excitedly at the old madman, but was surprised to find that the old madman's Qi sea was completely exhausted and there was no breath at all.
"They're all useless. Otherwise, why do you think I'm aging so fast?" The old madman patted the big-bellied man's iron-clad arms, "Okay, let's go in and talk. There are so many people here."
Tang Jiu invited the old madman, Luo Feng, and the wolf cub into the room, and quickly poured a cup of tea.
"Brother, you...how have you lived these years? What a glorious person you were once, you..."
"Xiaojiu, it's okay. When people have good times, they have to accept the end. I'm actually doing pretty well."
"Brother, I..." Tang Jiu wiped tears on his arms, "Tang Jiu failed to live up to his expectations. After you retired, our organization fell apart. I begged my brothers to stay, but they insisted on splitting up and dispersing."
The pot-bellied man lowered his head in shame, "I really tried my best, but I really have no face to face you."
"It's my eldest brother who has no face to face you. I once promised you and your brothers that I would lead you to a career, but in the end... I was useless."
"Brother, don't say that. It's all the brothers' fault. I should have followed you that day."
The old madman patted the shoulder of the pot-bellied man and looked at Luo Feng, "Xiao Feng, come on, let me introduce you. This is your Grandpa Tang Jiu. I was about the same age as you when I followed you. Time really waits for no one."
"This child is..." Tang Jiu looked at Luo Feng in surprise.
Luo Feng was also looking at Tang Jiu.
Although Tang Jiu's aura was restrained, the strong aura brought by the old era could not be erased.
Luo Feng bowed, "Junior Luo Feng, master's eighth disciple."
Tang Jiu was stunned for a long time, unable to say a word for a while.
The fact that the old madman has accepted a disciple is enough to prove that the old madman has given up on his ambitions.
I originally thought that the old madman appeared here today to regain the imperial hegemony, but it seems that he was forced to do so after all.
"Brother, why did you suddenly come to Nanman this time?" Tang Jiu asked after calming down.
The old madman glanced at Luo Feng, "Tang Jiu, you are the world's top blacksmith. I want you to forge a useful weapon for this kid."
Tang Jiu sank for a long time, "Is this just it?"
Of course the old madman knew what Tang Jiu was thinking. Although he didn't want to hurt his brother's heart, he was helpless.
"That's all."
As he spoke, the old madman took out the cracked peach wood sword.
"This should be the sword of that boy who was the Wine Sword Fairy back then. It can be regarded as a top-quality weapon. Unfortunately, this boy cultivates the domineering and fierce path, and this sword is not suitable for him."
Tang Jiu took it carefully, "It's true that the proud old man has been wearing a sword all his life. It is said that this is his beloved, how could he give it to..."
Luo Feng said, "He made a bet with me and lost to me in chess."
Tang Jiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Okay, okay, I will forge it well, brother, do you have any ideas?"
"This boy has amazing strength. He practices domineering and fierce swordsmanship. The materials must be different. The weight..."
The old madman looked at Luo Feng, "How much do you think it will cost?"
Luo Feng pondered, "About twenty tons, preferably no more than twenty-five tons."
"Since I practice swordsmanship and pursue weight blindly, I'm afraid it will affect the speed of swinging the sword, right?"
Tang Jiu was a famous top blacksmith. Even though he was hiding from the world, many big forces came to visit him.
Therefore, the tacit understanding between the weapon and its owner is a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
The old madman didn't have the slightest doubt, "Just do what he says."
"Okay," Tang Jiu couldn't help but glance at Luo Feng one more time.
He is a physical cultivator. Although he cannot see Luo Feng's cultivation, he can feel that Luo Feng's cultivation should not be weaker than those of the disciples of those big forces.
"By the way, besides you, what about the other brothers over the years? How are they?"
The land of the Southern Barbarians, this is the first place where the old lunatic became famous at a young age. Times have changed and things have changed.
Tang Jiu sighed, "Everyone is living a good life, but there are some who are worse off than me."
"Some people have created their own hegemony in this world, some are willing to become celebrities of great forces, and some...are already dead."
"Who died?" Although the old madman understood that a warrior's life or death was not up to him, he still couldn't help but become nervous.
"Adou, as well as the Black Blind Man and Shan Kui back then, I heard that the three of them died at the hands of a group of powerful forces thirty years ago."
"Also Niu Teng, who joined the Big Brother organization at the same time as me, failed to break through the realm and died on the road to the Nine Nether Realm at the age of thirty-one.",
"as well as..."
"Okay, stop talking," the old madman didn't want to hear anymore and quickly waved his hand to stop him.
"Brother, are you okay?" Tang Jiu asked worriedly.
"Where's Long Yunfei?" The old madman changed the subject and mentioned that his second-in-command back then was also a genius warrior second only to himself in strength.
"Second brother has established his own power in the Southern Barbarians, and a few days ago he sent someone to ask me to join him."
"But eldest brother, you know that Tang Jiuwu is a young man and doesn't have the talents of the eldest and second brothers. I'm fine if you ask me to forge weapons, but it's hard for me to take on the big responsibilities in the city government. I don't want to hold him back."
The old madman smiled bitterly. As the core of the organization back then, he left on his own. It was normal for the organization to disperse.
After all, we are all strong men with the world in mind. How can we be willing to bow down and surrender when we are gone?
At this moment, a calm and authoritative man's voice came from the street outside the door.
"Xiaojiu, are you at home?"
At the sound of this voice, the old madman was startled, and Tang Jiu's eyes widened, and he was immediately overjoyed.
"Brother, look, if Cao Cao arrives, Cao Cao will arrive."
Tang Jiu rushed out excitedly.
"Second brother, why are you here?"
Luo Feng looked around and saw a middle-aged man with an extraordinary temperament and unfathomable cultivation, Feng Shen Yurun, who could not tell his actual age, standing there.
He didn't mind that Tang Jiu was dirty, so he stepped forward and hugged him.
"Xiaojiu, the second brother is here to see you. You and I have not seen each other for decades. Why have you become so vicissitudes of life?"
"Second brother, I'm not like you. I'm just a common man who lives in the mountains. I've been living off my crafts all these years. I didn't do anything for you. Second brother won't be angry with me, right?"
"No, no," Long Yunfei looked at several top warriors with extraordinary cultivation behind him and motioned to wait outside.
"Xiaojiu, let's go in and talk."
"Second brother," Tang Jiu hesitated, looking back at the old lunatic in the room, "He..."
"He is..." Long Yunfei looked inside the room and found an old man with gray hair and a thin figure. "Who is he...?"
The old madman smiled slightly, "Yunfei, it's me, but you haven't changed at all. You must have improved a lot in your cultivation in one day, right?"
