Seeing that Ke Laotie had realized his mistake, he said no more.
He nodded and said: "Then there is Mr. Lao Ke. I have one more thing to say personally. I hope Mr. Ke won't be offended if he is abrupt and offensive. Mr. Ke has superb casting skills and should be the best in the world. It would be a pity if it is lost in the future. Why not find someone to pass it on to? Come, I can save you some labor. Secondly, after a hundred years, Ke Lao will have a successor."
Ke Laotie smiled and said, "You want to accept a disciple? This is difficult. Although the blacksmiths in the village can master this iron craft of refining refined steel, the old man is a skill passed down from generation to generation. He specializes in making magic weapons. Ordinary people can't do it. He couldn't learn it. So he asked, "How many people in the world can make this big hammer of 300 kilograms? Besides, even a young man with extraordinary talent will not like the boring work of burning charcoal and hammering iron."
Luo Tianyao suddenly asked: "What do you think of my sixth junior brother?"
Facing Luo Tianyuan's unprovoked question, Ke Laotie was stunned.
After coming back to his senses, he waved his hands repeatedly without concealing his contempt: "No, no, he can't do it. The seven of you are the worst. You have no talent, no strength, and even less patience. My blacksmithing is rough and tiring work, and I have to be honest. Only honest people who can endure hardship can do it. He Mingming can't endure hardship, but I don't want it."
Luo Tianyao added: "Although he is not very capable, he is still young. Just like the pig iron in the furnace, it seems rough and not strong, but if it is beaten by a master like you, it can always become fine steel. Mr. Ke, my sixth brother Take it, you can work as a coolie. On weekdays, lighting fires, lifting hammers, even serving tea and pouring water can be considered a helper."
Ke Laotie's voice was firm and he insisted: "I don't want it. You must not let him come. I don't have time to play with him. Besides, my broken thatched cottage cannot accommodate a magician. I won't do it. This is an offending job. If you really force me, I might as well resign and go home."
Seeing that Ke Laotie wouldn't let go, Luo Tianyao had no choice but to give up.
Then he warned: "Okay, I won't force it. However, please keep this matter secret, Mr. Ke, and don't let the sixth brother know."
Ke Laotie then smiled and said: "Don't worry, I know that boy loves face. We know it well."
Luo Tianyao bowed his hands and bowed out: "Junior, take your leave."
Ke Laotie hurriedly sent him out the door.
Luo Tianyao knew that He Mingming's strength was mediocre, and now that he was also known as a divine catcher, he was inevitably a little too ambitious. When working in the chief arresting company, with the protection of several of their brothers, there was no big mistake. But sooner or later he has to start a family and start a career, so he can't always rely on others.
However, He Mingming's talent was average, and his daily practice was not hard enough, so it was difficult for him to achieve great achievements in martial arts. In the Jianghu, if the force is insufficient, it is inevitable to be embarrassed. The unique casting technique practiced by Ke Laotie can strengthen the body and temper the mind, which is suitable for people with unstable foundations like He Mingming to practice. If he could follow Ke Laotie for a few years, he would definitely be able to achieve something.
This is a good thing to think about, but difficult to do. First of all, He Mingming would not be willing to be a blacksmith. Secondly, Ke Laotie was not willing to accept such half-hearted efforts. However, no matter how difficult it is, as long as you take it step by step and use the right method, it will always come true. Luo Tianyao considered it as a funeral event today, so he prepared an introduction in advance.
Luo Tianyao walked away. Ke Laotie finally breathed a sigh of relief. While picking up the broken blade, he cursed Luofan loudly! This grandson not only stole his knife, but also caused him to lose face. If you seize the opportunity in the future, you will definitely not take it lightly.
After thinking about it, Luo Tianyao was right to remind him that he should really accept a disciple. But people like He Mingming cannot be wanted under any circumstances.
Back to the subject. At noon, in the main room in the backyard of the Chief Inspector, Yan Yijian, the Golden Sword God, ate alone.
She eats in a disciplined manner, cannot talk, and does not like to be disturbed. Xue Yang and Xie Xu had no choice but to sit outside and wait quietly.
After Yan Yijian finished his meal, he came to the lobby and sat down straightly.
Seeing that her face was clear and cold, and she was not angry, she looked at Xue Yang and said, "Firstly, I am here to visit Yuran. Secondly, I have been invited by the master of Jianguan to discuss something with you."
Xue Yang said respectfully: "Senior, please speak."
Yan Yijian: "You have always been on good terms with Ji Cheng. Back then, the two of you had verbally agreed on a marriage between your two families. Later, because Ji Cheng's son Ji Changkong studied in the mountains with Taoist Ziliu, the matter has been delayed. Now, Ji Changkong I have achieved great success in my studies and have returned to Jianguan. They want to come to propose marriage, what do you think?"
Xue Yang said happily: "Of course it's a happy event. Ji Changkong and Yu Ran had made an engagement long ago, but it took all these years because of his studies. Now, Yu Ran is twenty-three and should have gotten married long ago. This matter should be done as soon as possible. But we have one thing on our minds.”
Yan Yijian suddenly raised his eyebrows coldly and said without any ambiguity: "It's good that you can keep your word. But I want to remind you first. Although Ji Changkong is successful in academics, his personality has changed. I am at Jianguan, watching this Looking at the son's Qi, we found that there was evil in his eyes, poison in his heart, and indifference to others. He seemed to have entered the evil path. Moreover, his appearance was ugly and abnormal, and he was not suitable for the eyes of the world. He is not a good husband."
These few words made Xue Yang's heart tighten.
Yan Yijian is a seasoned man, and he can make no mistakes when he knows people. He looked confused and asked for advice: "Senior has a keen eye. Of course what he said is true. I wonder how senior thinks this matter should be handled?"
Yan Yijian pondered: "Human nature is good. But sometimes, good and evil thoughts often determine the success of a life. However, destiny is not unchangeable. Yuran has a dignified face and a gentle temperament, and he is a blessed person. . If she marries a good man, she can help her husband flourish. If she marries a bad man, she will definitely guide him to do good. Why not invite Ji Cheng's family to come as guests. Let's spend a few days together. If Yuran is willing, she will marry, if not, cancel. marriage."
Xue Yang was the most honourable, hesitantly said: "With the rules of the world, how can we go back on our promised marriage? Isn't this the case?"
Yan Yijian was the most disdainful of human sophistication and criticized: "People follow the weather and do whatever they want. Love is nothing more than reason. If you and Ji Cheng are really intimate, there is no need to show shame. Yuran's happiness is the key to your consideration. You This person is always vain and has many thoughts. If you cannot escape the chaos of this world, it will be difficult to achieve great things."
Xue Yang hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
Yan Yijian spoke straightforwardly, but it was not wrong. But he is Xue Yang, not Yan Yijian. He can't help but feel distressed by human feelings, let alone abandon his inner morality.
Seeing Xue Yang being slow. Yan Yijian didn't care much, stood up and said: "The words have been brought, the choice is up to you. If there is nothing to do here, I will leave."
Yan Yijian comes and goes in a hurry. Xue Yang and Xie Xu hurriedly sent them outside the gate.
Dusk sets in the west.
A group of wild geese flew neatly through the sunset. The world is so peaceful.
Luo Fan snatched Ke Laotie's knife and ran out of the chief arrest department.
I bought a pound of loose wine on the street, carried the unfinished beef and roast duck at noon, flew to the roof of Fengyue Tower, and sat on the tiled roof to drink and eat meat happily.
He took a sip of wine, ate a piece of meat, and said comfortably, "Zhao Xue is right. The beef and roast duck here taste pretty good!"
From a high position, you have a wide field of vision, and you can clearly see every street in Qicheng.
Flag City is guarded by Prince Wu's Mansion. It is not as crowded with gangs and complex forces as other cities. In this way, the people in the city only need to please this family. Although life is hard, it is finally peaceful.
The best location on East Street is Prince Wu's Mansion. From a distance, you can see high walls, deep courtyards, and heavy armor, occupying half the street's majesty.
Luofan showed disdain. The laws of the dynasty clearly stipulate that the Golden Armor Guard is a regulation that can only be used by the king of Tiandu. King Wu only had the surname Wang, but he dared to use it openly. It seems that he no longer cares about the authority of King Tiandu.
Speaking of which, the current King of Tiandu really exists in name only.
The inner court is completely controlled by the four major families. Outside the court, there were several feudal kings named Li and eight vassal kings of the opposite sex. And in various places, the black and white groups are constantly expanding, occupying mountains and ridges, building cities and fortresses, blocking rivers and controlling seas, and they all seem to want to form their own kingdoms.
The Black Horse Gang, the second largest gang in the underworld, now has millions of gangsters and covers an area of more than 300 miles. Not to mention, the ambitious and rising Red Blood Sect, Buddha Temple Yuluo Sect, Tianxia Bank Gang, Lingxiu Villa, Baijiang Sect, etc. Now the combined number of the black and white factions has exceeded 20 million, and they can firmly suppress the Tiandu Dynasty in terms of military strength alone.
As the king of Tiandu, Li Benxin had few capable men and weak military strength. Although he still bears the title of king, he has already been unable to carry out orders and cannot stop bans. He is like a half-puppet.
When Li Yunfeng, the first king of Tiandu, established the new dynasty, he made eight of his closest colleagues kings. These eight men were not only able to control the military power alone, but were also hereditary and could be regarded as the most powerful shield for maintaining the stability of the dynasty. I never thought that one generation has its own world, and the descendants of the Eight Kings are no longer as loyal as their ancestors.
Today's eight kings, in order to secure their future, have long been connected and formed barriers to each other. As for King Tiandu, they had long ignored him.
King Wu of Qicheng was one of the eight kings with different surnames conferred that year.
