The door was closed when Ren Qing arrived at the blacksmith shop, and Liu Hu's deafening snoring could be heard inside.
He had to find a teahouse nearby to kill time.
As a result, before Ren Qing could wait for Liu Hu to wake up, he heard a commotion outside the teahouse, and the bustling crowd seemed to be discussing something.
Ren Qing walked to the window and looked towards the end of the street.
He found that there were many police officers escorting the five pyrotechnics to the Yamen. It seemed that they were coming from outside the city.
Could it be the pyrotechnics on He Hing Street?
I remember that a total of nine people were dispatched to deal with the plague, and five of them survived.
Ren Qing listened to the people's reactions and was worried that the plague would spread to Sanxiang City, so he was afraid of the fire workers.
He felt that it was not that simple. Most of the plagues outside the city were related to the forbidden area. Fortunately, there were guards to bear the risk.
On the surface, Sanxiang City is still very prosperous, even if people disappear and die every day, it will not affect it.
After all, there are hundreds of thousands of people here, and most people live a relatively ordinary life.
As evening approached, Ren Qing finally walked into the blacksmith shop. Fortunately, his trip was not in vain.
Not seen for a few days, Liu Hu’s exposed skin on his chest and abdomen was covered with traces of burns, and his eyes were red and swollen caused by staying up late.
Liu Hu yawned: "It doesn't matter, once you get busy, your day and night will be reversed."
"You're trying too hard."
"The forging process cannot be stopped, otherwise it may affect the quality of the sword. You cannot be careless."
Ren Qing noticed the large Miao knife hanging on the wall.
"Wait."
Liu Hu took off the Damiao sword and handed it to Ren Qing with both hands: "The Damiao sword has been forged, but it is a strange sword after all, so it is not easy to use."
Ren Qing felt his arm sinking after taking it, and couldn't help but look at the Da Miao knife.
The blade is more than three feet long, and the scabbard is made of wood and wrapped with brass as embellishment, giving it a rough aesthetic.
"It's not bad, it took a lot of hard work to forge."
Ren Qing praised with joy on his face: "He is indeed a famous blacksmith in Sanxiang City. He is very skilled in making swords."
Liu Hu proudly introduced: "To forge such a long and narrow blade in one piece, you need to patiently hammer it into shape, otherwise the nearly four-foot-long blade is likely to have cracks, leading to hidden dangers."
Ren Qing said sincerely: "Thank you very much."
Even if it has not been taken out of the sheath, the weight of it shows that it is absolutely genuine.
Liu Hu looked at Ren Qing caressing the scabbard lovingly, and couldn't help but said: "I was originally worried that the Damiao knife would be too heavy, but I didn't expect that you are really strong."
"almost."
For Ren Qing, slashing with one hand may have some impact, but the Damiao Dao can be held with both hands.
In this way, the weight of the Damiao knife actually became a boost.
Ren Qing couldn't wait to pull out the Da Miao sword, and a dazzling cold light flashed across the blacksmith shop.
The blade is like a mirror that can clearly reflect the silhouette of a person, and the blade has a wavy quenching pattern.
"Why is it not sharpened?"
Liu Hu said with a smile: "Since it is your sword, then sharpen it yourself. This will help you understand the Damiao sword better."
"All right."
Liu Hu briefly taught the skills of sharpening, and then gave Ren Qing a palm-sized whetstone.
With Ren Qing's eyesight, sharpening is not a problem, and he can even do it far more accurately than Liu Hu. After all, he can be meticulous.
"No matter what kind of sword it is, 70% of it depends on forging, and the remaining 30% requires maintenance."
Liu Hu took out a porcelain bottle filled with knife oil. Applying it every day can prevent the knife from rusting and extend its life.
He began to tell the gist of it.
Ren Qing sat cross-legged on the ground and listened patiently, then picked up the Da Miao knife.
He dipped some water on the whetstone and drew the blade across it, making a squeaking sound as the metal rubbed against it.
"you………"
Liu Hu was furious when he saw this. He had just finished saying that he should not be careless with the knife, but he cut it so casually. He really didn't take me seriously.
etc! ! !
Liu Hu's expression became strange. He noticed that Ren Qing's sharpening movements were extremely smooth, without even the slightest movement.
Moreover, the large Miao knife is more than three feet long, but the sharpening sound it makes from the beginning to the end is the same, which is simply incredible.
Liu Hu didn't even dare to disturb, and quietly waited for Ren Qing to sharpen the Damiao knife completely, with admiration on his face.
He said with relief: "Ren Qing, just use your talent..."
"Let me try the Damiao Dao first."
Ren Qing's hands were itchy for a moment, holding a knife in both hands, and demonstrated chopping, chopping, lifting, chopping, picking, intercepting, pushing, stabbing, sliding, stirring, collapsing, tapping, and pulling out with skillful movements.
It was obviously a three-foot large Miao knife, and he was in a small blacksmith shop with all kinds of furniture and sundries piled up around him.
Ren Qing insisted on displaying the extremely fierce offensive of the Damiao Sword vividly.
Clang! ! !
Sheath.
He looked at Liu Hu and asked, "Brother Liu, what did you want to say just now?"
"Well."
The corners of Liu Hu's mouth twitched, and a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.
He smiled and said: "It's okay. The Damiao Dao is not buried in your hand. I hope it will still be intact in a few years."
"It's getting late. I plan to return to the Yamen. If Brother Liu has anything to do, he can pass the message to the Fireworks Hall in Tanjie."
"Then I'll continue to catch up on my sleep. This business is really a loss-making business."
Ren Qing tied the scabbard to his back so that he could unsheath the knife immediately.
He walked straight towards the Yamen. Passers-by looked sideways at the style of the Da Miao knife, and even children exclaimed.
Some of the people in the arena looked slightly disdainful.
With such a long blade, you will definitely hurt yourself if you play with it.
After Ren Qing returned to the Huo Gong Hall, he wrapped the Da Miao Dao with a piece of cloth, so that even if he carried it with him, others would only think it was a thin stick.
Xiao Wu touched the Damiao Dao enviously. He could barely swing it, but his arm would soon become sore and weak.
"Brother Qing, did you know that the firemen from Hexing Street are back today?"
"I saw it with my own eyes."
The pyrotechnics on Tan Street and the pyrotechnics on Hexing Street lived in the same pyrotechnics hall, so it was inevitable that Xiao Wu would be a little worried.
"By the way, where are the five of them?"
"It is said that the plague outside the city is very serious. They were imprisoned in Sibu Zhai after they came back. They should be released after a while."
Li Mian passed by and added: "It's obviously four people."
Ren Qing frowned and was about to retort when he suddenly noticed that the fire workers in his memory had become blurry, and their figures gradually changed from five to four.
One of them seemed to be erased out of thin air.
Li Mian added: "Ask Li Heng, he also saw the four pyrotechnics when they entered the Yamen."
Li Heng was cleaning the dust on the steps. After hearing this, he nodded: "It's four people, that's right."
Ren Qing loosened his frown and carefully reviewed the memories in his mind. There were indeed only four pyrotechnics.
Maybe I just remembered it wrong...
