The blacksmith shop, the secret residence of master blacksmith Xiang Dongqiang, is very simple. There is no huge furnace with overwhelming heat, nor a dazzling array of magical weapons. There are only farm tools that can be seen everywhere, and a large square iron pier.
No one who sees this place would think that this is a place where a master blacksmith who can forge magical weapons stays.
Bufan walked into the store but didn't see anyone. He looked around and then shouted: "Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"
The surroundings were quiet and no one responded to him. Bufan had no choice but to calm down and wait quietly. Out of boredom, he picked up a farm tool and threw it around. It was of moderate weight and was very suitable for farmers working in the fields. He flicked it with his fingers, and the crisp sound echoed throughout the room.
What a pleasant sound!
This farm tool seemed to have a soul, responding to himself with its voice. Bufan held the farm tool tightly, feeling a little surprised. Is this really a farm tool?
Suddenly, there was a coughing sound next to his ears, and Feifan, who was surprised to realize that there was someone next to him, immediately looked to the side. It turned out that at some point, an old man was already standing next to him. He was stooped, with white hair and cloudy eyes. His withered arms were covered with age spots, and he looked like an old man no matter how he looked.
But the question is, can it be an ordinary person who can walk up to him silently without being noticed?
Bufan thought of this question for a moment, then lowered his head and said respectfully: "I pay my respects to Mr. Xiang Dongqiang, the forging master."
The old man fiddled with his beard with his right hand, waved his left hand, and said calmly: "The old man is not a master forger, he is just a blacksmith. Do you want to ask the old man to make some farm tools?"
The old man did not refute the name Xiang Dongqiang, so there was no doubt that he was himself.
"This kid is Guo Zhi's classmate. Guo Zhi introduced me here."
"..." Xiang Dongqiang's hand grabbing his beard twitched sharply, and even looking at Bu Fan felt a little pain.
However, he just moved the corners of his mouth and did not say a word. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the inner room of the blacksmith shop. Bufan hesitated and did not follow.
After a while, he came out again, holding a small bag in his hand, and threw it directly towards Bufan.
Bufan quickly caught the package.
"This is?"
"belt."
Bufan opened the package and took a look, and couldn't help but be stunned. This belt is really exquisite. The entire belt is more than three feet long. At the position of the belt's leading part is a delicately made buckle component with several knobs on it. The belt is composed of spider silk. If you look closely, you can see that the spider silks are arranged neatly, tightly and orderly, and none of them are intertwined. They are layered one on top of the other. It looks like there are three or four layers. There is also a fish scale card holder at the end.
Bufan couldn't put it down and played with the belt, running his palms along the belt. The silky feel was simply wonderful. After playing with it for a while, he reached out and touched the buckle.
"Master Xiang, what is the function of this buckle?"
"Won't you know if you try it?"
Upon hearing this, Bufan lightly pressed the first knob, and with a soft 'click' sound, the entire belt slid downwards.
No, it should be that the length of the belt has changed, it has almost doubled in length.
"Is this? Oh my god, so magical?"
Bufan didn't believe any unfounded claims. He looked carefully and finally found that the thickness of the spider silk had changed, from four layers to two.
"This spider silk belt has a total of three knobs. Each knob can extend it by three feet, up to 12 feet. Because the spider silk has excellent toughness, you can hang four or five without any problem. So you You can hang out on the swing under the tree to your heart’s content.”
"Hanging swing?" What does it mean? Is co-authoring this design to satisfy the childhood that passed away to the master?
Thinking of this, Bufan looked at Xiang Dongqiang with strange eyes.
"Don't look at me like that. Guo Zhi asked for it. If you have any ideas, just go to him!"
Guo Zhi’s request?
Suddenly, Bufan remembered the scene when he met him in the Worry-free Forest. Now that he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he was quite enjoying it at that time? You're not even struggling, that's what it's like!
"Oh, okay, I understand, Master Xiang."
"Okay, that's it, you've got the belt, you can leave."
Xiang Dongqiang started to see off the guests, but Bufan couldn't bear to leave. He hadn't finished his own affairs yet?
"Well, Master Xiang, do you have an iron sword here? I want to buy one."
"Iron sword?" Xiang Dongqiang said with a faint smile, "Do you think this place looks like a place selling weapons?"
"Uh, Master Xiang, aren't you a master forger? Why can't weapons be forged?"
"Because weapons are used to kill people, I only make agricultural tools here."
"But this belt isn't a farm tool, is it?"
"This is a special case. I can't help it. The Guo family saved my life. I can help with some small things if I can."
Is it just a small thing to make this beautiful belt? Bufan felt a little emotional, the master is the master.
Seeing Xiang Dongqiang being so stubborn, Bufan suddenly thought of a compromise.
"How about you make me an unedged iron sword?"
"Why do you want me to build it so much?"
Do you even need to ask? The products produced by the forging master must be high-quality!
But Bufan couldn't say that. He pointed at the farm tools placed on the wooden frame and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Master Xiang, those farm tools you made, I feel a very familiar feeling when I hold them, it seems like, it seems like... ..”
"It seems like a farm tool that has been used for many years!" Xiang Dongqiang said with certainty.
"Well, that's what it feels like."
"Yes, yes, your senses are quite sensitive. This is the characteristic of my making these farm tools. There is a hint of spirituality in these farm tools."
"Spirituality?" Bufan's eyes widened, but he knew that the difference between ordinary and extraordinary lies in the word spirituality.
Objects containing spirituality cannot be called ordinary objects. They have all kinds of incredible powers, some are sharp, some are light, and some are heavy.
Of course, the most important thing about items containing spirituality is that they all have the opportunity to be promoted to regular objects. Although the chance of success is less than one in ten thousand, it is still a chance.
"It's not as exaggerated as you think. The materials I use to make farm tools here are the most ordinary iron blocks, so it is not that complicated for me to make them contain spirituality, but because of this, they will no longer have the chance to advance. ”
"Yes, that's it!" Bufan looked at those farm tools, feeling a little surprised and a little regretful. Although their starting point was high, their innate conditions limited their ability to take a step closer.
"Well, since you can feel the characteristics of my agricultural tools, I will make an exception and make you a weapon, the kind that does not have an edge."
"Yes, thank you Master Xiang!"
"10 gold coins."
".....,OK!"
