"Your sword looks good, but I don't know if it's useful or not!"
Pei Min, who had been drinking tea, suddenly spoke.
"Hey, Uncle Pei, I can't beat you, but I, Lao Du, don't think I'm any worse than you in my ability to read a knife!"
Lao Cui nodded and said, "Indeed, the ancestors of Lao Du's family were also masters of knife forging. Although the skill of knife forging was lost later, his vision is still good."
"Okay, stop yelling!" Pei Min stood up from the stool and drew out his long sword.
"This sword is called Longxiang. It is two feet long and three villages long. It was forged by famous craftsmen in Mobei. It is worth thousands of gold. It has been with me for thirty years without any defeat. Why don't we compare?"
Li Bai's face suddenly turned red, and he secretly glanced at Tang Ping before quietly taking two steps back.
Despite Pei Min's bragging, he knew that the old man bought this sword from a weapons shop in the town when the two came out of Pei's house, spending two thousand bucks.
There is so much buzz now, and Li Bai can guess why.
But Lao Du didn't know that, and because of Old Pei Min's skill, a stick would be enough to teach them a lesson, and he didn't even see him use a sword, so he thought it was true.
On the one hand, I have confidence in the knife I just sharpened, but on the other hand, I am afraid that an old monster like Pei Min has a magic weapon in his hand. What if he hurts the knife he just sharpened?
Tang Ping also became interested. He also wanted to know what the knives made from the steel bars he bought were like.
"Lao Du, try it with him. Anyway, we still have the steel bar at the back. If it gets damaged, just grind it again."
Tang Ping had already spoken, but Lao Du could only nod his head no matter how reluctant he was: "Okay, let's do it then!"
Pei Min chuckled, the sword flashed, and there was a sound, and then he saw the Long Xiang Sword in his hand broken into two pieces.
Everyone except Li Bai was dumbfounded. After all, old man Pei boasted so much about his Longxiang Sword just now. As a result, Laoshizi Longxiang Sword was broken into two pieces even though Lao Du didn't even have any movement in his hand. .
Tang Ping looked at Pei Min with a look of success, and he didn't understand why. Old Pei was attracted to the steel bar and was too embarrassed to speak, so he acted like this.
After all, he is his biggest trump card to save his life, so he can't let him go empty-handed, right? Now that his weapon was cut off in front of him, could he give him a new one?
He tapped Pei Min with his finger, and Tang Ping nodded. Pei Min looked at Tang Ping and knew that he understood what he meant, and pretended to say: "It is indeed good steel. I didn't expect that my Longxiang Sword is not either." opponent."
Others present, especially those stupid second-generation officials, had no idea that Pei Min was acting here.
I was often lectured by Pei Min when I came here on weekdays. I knew that this old man was powerful, so I took it for granted that his sword was really a magic weapon. However, I didn't expect that such a magic weapon was no match for the new sword in Lao Du's hand. , all became excited, and began to think about how to talk to Tang Ping later, and go home and sharpen a good knife on credit for a steel bar.
Here, Wang Tieniu also polished a spear head, put it on the waxwood spear shaft that he had prepared long ago, and a long spear was completed.
Cheng Chumo and others excitedly brought some wooden stakes, but the wooden stakes as thick as their arms were easily pierced through with one shot.
Cheng Chumo couldn't put it down with the spear. He wanted to stab everything he saw. He even wanted to attack the security door of Tang Ping's convenience store. Tang Ping gave him a hard look before he gave up in frustration.
At night, Lao Cui's V3N super-hard white steel knife was also sharpened. Tang Ping saw on the Internet that this kind of steel knife could cut iron without any problems, so he encouraged Wang Tieniu to find a piece of wrought iron.
After a try, it can be said that it is as easy as cutting iron.
Under Lao Cui's knife, the iron piece was really like scratching a piece of paper. It made a goosebump-inducing sound, and then it became one piece after another.
"Stop!" Tang Ping really couldn't stand the sound. He touched his arm and said, "Okay, put the things away and get ready to eat!"
Seeing that Tang Ping ignored him, the children in the village rushed up and snatched away some scraps on the ground at the door.
Although these scraps may look small, a small steel bar about ten centimeters long can become a small dagger as long as it is polished properly!
The dinner table was much quieter than usual.
Lao Cui and Lao Du were really tired, especially Lao Cui. He and Tang Ping went to modern times for nearly twelve hours, and they also moved so many steel bars with Lao Du.
After another day of sharpening knives, the excitement was almost over and I just wanted to finish eating quickly, take a shower and go to bed.
Lao Du is not much different.
As for Cheng Chumo and Fang Yiai, they took a mouthful or two of rice and glanced at Lao Cui and Lao Du's waist.
Wang Tieniu had temporarily made scabbards out of wood for the two of them, and the handles had been fixed. It could be said that the two steel bars that Tang Ping brought back from modern times had turned into perfect Tang Hengdao.
The look in the cowards' eyes at the two knives was hotter than the braised pork on the table today.
"Okay, okay, stop looking!" Tang Ping still didn't know what they were thinking: "The new school will be established in a few days. You can polish it yourself in the past few days, and it will be considered as an entrance gift from me. "
"Thank you, Brother Ping!"
"Long live brother Ping!"
Several people jumped up holding bowls and chopsticks.
"Okay, let's eat quickly. After you finish eating, hurry back to the city."
"Yes, yes, brother Ping is right! Then this blade..."
"Whoever finishes eating first gets to choose first!"
As soon as Tang Ping finished speaking, several people started to crazily eat food in their mouths, as if they were reincarnated as starving ghosts.
"Ping...Gu Goose, it's better than me!" Cheng Chumo said vaguely while holding a mouthful of rice.
"Go, go, Lao Cui will take them to pick one each."
"Yes!" Lao Cui led several people into the small warehouse at the back: "This is called spring steel. The one Du Laosan used today. The one here is called white steel, which is what I use. And here This shorter one is used as the tip of the gun."
These are divided into many packages by the manufacturer, but each package has a package opened. Several people pick up this one and think it is good, and they feel good when they pick up that one.
For a while, it seemed like I had difficulty choosing.
In the end, after Lao Cui impatiently yelled and scolded them, several people finally chose one.
On the way back to Chang'an after dinner, Cheng Chumo suddenly said: "Today's matter must be kept secret!"
"Why?" Li Zhen asked.
"Are you stupid? Didn't you see the knife you sharpened today? Your father wants to see a knife like this in your hand. How can he not be jealous?"
When Li Zhen heard this, he subconsciously hugged the steel bar in his hand tightly.
What Cheng Chumo said was so right. If his father found out about this, could this knife still be his?
