Away from the city, on the commercial street.
As more and more outsiders flocked to leave the city during these days, especially the increase in the number of warriors, the business of the already conspicuous blacksmith shop at the crossroads became even better.
Most military people don't have much money, but as the day of the civil and military examinations approaches day by day, more and more people want to make a name for themselves in Licheng so as to impress the martial arts examiners in advance. The southern suburbs of Licheng are nearby. It has become a miniature version of Jianghu.
Therefore, the warriors who came to repair their weapons every day or simply re-purchased a new weapon would almost break the threshold of the blacksmith shop. Where the front shop used to be, there were hoes, iron plows and other agricultural tools. Basically, they have been replaced with knives, forks, axes and axes, which complement each other with the spatulas and kitchen knives on the other side. Now that I'm used to it, it seems a bit harmonious.
The shopkeeper of the blacksmith shop is a silversmith.
In the past, the silversmith would occasionally forge iron, but now that several young and strong apprentices are gradually leaving the apprenticeship, he no longer needs to do it himself to make some farm tools and daily utensils. He can't be idle, so he makes for the beautiful girls and women in the city. Making some exquisite silverware can also increase your income.
However, with the recent increase in the demand for combat weapons, the silversmith had no choice but to return to his old job and pick up the job of forging iron soldiers. He stayed in the inner courtyard all day and hammered with his upper body naked. His black and yellow muscles looked better than those of pig iron. A bit harder.
It was getting late that day, so the silversmith sent the young men who had been busy all day to go back to rest early. He still took the hammer and tools and hammered the spine of the long sword close to the sword grid, inlaying the wrong silver pattern.
The clerk in the shop in front has also returned home, and the daughter of the silversmith's family has entered the palace to practice cultivation. However, the shop is still open. A boy with dark skin and casual clothes is guarding there, facing a few people who seem to have just arrived from the city. The warrior was talking nonstop, and from time to time he would make exaggerated gestures and point at the weapons hanging on the wall. It was very lively.
The silversmith ignored him and just concentrated on the matter at hand. When the last stroke of the word "无影" on the spine of the sword was inlaid with silver patterns, he raised the sword and looked at it repeatedly. Putting it down again, he casually looked at the figure standing there on the wall of the side courtyard at an unknown moment and asked, "Why, do you want to steal this skill from me?"
The figure on the courtyard wall is tall and tall, wearing a high crown, a robe, and a folding fan. It is the mysterious and powerful Nanfeng who once appeared with Xian Youzi in Ganyuan City. When he saw him, he Then, standing on the corner of the raised eaves beside the courtyard wall, he folded his folding fan and knelt down, continuing to look down at the silversmith with a smile, "I know that there is a secret lineage in Hanzhou in the southwest, and most of them are copper and iron craftsmen. You must be from this lineage, right?"
The silversmith glanced at the other person sideways and saw that he had no intention of entering the inner courtyard, so he found a file from the tool shelf on the side and polished the sword spine, one time after another, without any haste, "This There are many copper and iron craftsmen in the world. Although I also forge iron, I am a silversmith."
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The young man in brocade clothes, Nan Feng, did not look at the silversmith, but just stared at the movements of his hand. While stroking the folding fan in his hand, he said, "Just an ordinary weapon with no more than five refinements is named 'Wuying'. I guess it The future master is also a young boy, aren’t you afraid that he will die young because of this?”
The silversmith was doing his own thing and said, "It's not a bad thing to endure hardships in the martial arts world, but if you lose your life just because the name of the sword is nicer, what kind of miserable martial arts world will it be? At least for me in the southwest." Such a thing will not happen on the territory of Hanzhou."
Nanfeng just smiled and did not refute.
The two of them just chatted away, like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Until there was an explosion not far from here! !
"Boom...!"
The silversmith turned back in an instant, and the smile on his original honest face disappeared without a trace. In an instant, the entire inner courtyard of the blacksmith shop was enveloped by an invisible energy, as if the afterglow of the sunset that had dissipated fell on this place again. "I thought you came to Licheng from Anling to discuss some other matters with the prefect, but unexpectedly... How dare you gather gangsters to mess with my Licheng?!"
Nanfeng did not dodge and was directly surrounded by the rising dark yellow light. It was as if a mountain was pressing on him, forcing him to bend slightly even though he was so strong. The flowing hair and clothes seemed to be hung with a thousand pounds of weight in an instant, and even the night wind still couldn't make any waves...
"If I really wanted to mess up Li Cheng, why would I go to your shabby yard and chat with you for so long?" Nanfeng slowly opened the folding fan. It was clearly a fan that was so fragile that ordinary people could easily tear it apart. The dark yellow light was not affected at all. While fanning himself, he turned his head towards the place where the previous explosion sound came from. "Since you come from that sect, you should know a lot. After more than ten years, Something happened in Li County that involved my sect. Now that the world is like this, you should understand that no one can stop us from finding out the truth, let alone..."
He looked at the silversmith with the smile still on his face, "Besides, do you think we are the ones begging you to let us come to Licheng?"
This tongue twister made the silversmith frown, "No one told me that something like this would happen. The new governor of Li County has just ascended the throne. The civil and military examinations are just around the corner. Everyone in the world is staring at Li County. Now, When something like this happens... it's very inappropriate...!"
Nanfeng snorted coldly and stood up slowly in the dark yellow light, "Silversmith, I think I have made it clear enough. If it weren't for the sake of the people behind you, I would not bother to talk to you. Nonsense, I have said everything that needs to be said now, if you insist on taking action...just give it a try!"
"Okay," the silversmith laughed angrily. He raised his hand, and in the inner courtyard, there seemed to be thousands of dark golden electric lights rising from the earth and shooting towards the sky!
Nanfeng's hand that gently shook the folding fan paused for a moment, then he held the fan flat and pressed it downwards. Countless light green shadows like ancient tree branches emerged from the fan, as if they were growing in the opposite direction from the sky and the earth in the direction of the lightning. Check it out!
"Tsk...!!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no powerful scene.
It's just that when the two phases come into contact, they dissipate.
So much so that the sunset all over the yard disappeared in an instant.
"No, old man, it's time to fight, it's time to fight!" A dark-skinned boy shouted as he quickly ran into the inner courtyard and came to the silversmith's side. "Old man, I'll close the doors of the shop in front of you. Come on, please give me the lock on the door. If you don't lock it, if someone breaks into your shop from the street, you will be in trouble!"
After he pulled the silversmith's arm, he belatedly followed his gaze and looked back at the courtyard wall and eaves. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide, pointed at Nanfeng and stammered, "You...you... ....What are you doing standing there?!”
