Jingqian was just about to leave.

A high-pitched voice from behind called out diligently: "Captain, the shopkeeper is here today!"

Since I saw it, Song Ren happened to be there too, so I asked for a few taels of wine.

He turned around, bowed respectfully to the clerk in the store, and walked in with a smile on his face.

"Shopkeeper! Shopkeeper?"

There was a clanging sound in the attic room, and Song Ren stumbled out with red cheeks holding a wine bottle.

I opened the curtain, squinted my eyes and took a look, I was happy.

Drunkly, he staggered up to Jing Gan and dropped the wine bottle on his chest.

He stretched out his arm and put it on Jingqian's shoulders: "Drink...have a few drinks!"

Song Ren kept himself drunk all day long, especially after his family was broken up, and he seemed to have given up his pursuit.

That day, the two of them drank in the store until noon.

When he was drunk and blurry, Jinggan came down from the attic laughing.

He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

Walking on the deserted street, he seemed to see Tashi in a trance. He grabbed a pedestrian from his shoulder and asked, "Why didn't you tell me in advance? Aren't we brothers?"

People nearby were so frightened that they scattered in all directions.

When Jing Gan turned around, he was already unsteady on his feet. He shook his head hard and saw clearly that the pedestrians on the street were all blaming him.

I walked alone for about ten miles and looked at the horizon, which was all crimson.

He smiled and continued walking aimlessly, vaguely hearing the sound of blacksmithing.

I followed the sound and searched for the past. I couldn't find a single shop in the wilderness.

His consciousness gradually recovered, and he squinted his eyes and saw that there was a small tent set up under a short cliff not far away, and the sound came from there.

When I walked closer, I saw a man in his forties or fifties forging a sickle.

"The blacksmith!"

"A blacksmith?"

After shouting twice, the man still seemed not to have seen Jing Gan. He had a linen cloth wrapped around his head and kept beating with his thick arms. Sparks flew up and were mixed in the wind and snow.

Seeing that Jing Gan couldn't move, he simply sat down on the edge of a short cliff.

What is strange is that after each one he made, he waved it a few times and threw it into the red furnace to melt it, then sprinkled a handful of ash foam on it, put his palms together to worship!

After praying, he took out another piece of iron from the furnace, poured a layer of red-hot molten iron on it with a spoon, and continued forging.

It has been forged for the third time. After many times of smelting and remaking, it is obvious that the piece of iron can no longer be combined into one piece.

Perhaps intentionally, perhaps out of boredom, the blacksmith kept doing the same process over and over again.

After a long time, the blacksmith finally spoke: "Private vendetta?"

Jingqian woke up from his stupor and pointed at his nose: "Are you talking to me?"

The blacksmith stopped talking again. He didn't even look at Jing Gan during the process, and he was unusually calm.

After a long time, the blacksmith took out a flaming red scythe from the fire and threw it on the forging table. Although it was burning red, the sound it made was not like the blunt sound of ordinary iron tools.

The blacksmith asked: "What do you want?"

"There are so many shops in the city, why do you feel uncomfortable in the wilderness?"

"I came from Guanzhong. Now most of the people in the military camp use muskets. Only a few Jianghu people still stick to the Jianghu rules!"

"Are you a Jianghu person?"

"I'm not!"

Jinggan, who is curious about everything, always likes to ask questions to the end, but the blacksmith is a man of few words. He can only ask and answer Jinggan's curiosity at most.

"Give me a shot!" Jingqian took out a few taels of money.

The blacksmith shook his head.

"It's missing?", and all he found out was only a few copper coins.

The blacksmith smiled and said puzzledly: "I don't understand people nowadays. Did I ask for money?"

"Then what do you want!"

"I don't want anything, I want to tell you some news!"

This world is really weird, there are still people like this, Jingqian acquiesced.

"What kind of knife do you want?"

Jingqian was silent for a while and said, "Is there a knife to measure people's hearts?"

While the blacksmith was talking, he used coke to draw the shape of a knife on an old piece of clothing and showed it to Jingqian: "Is that so?"

When Jing Gan saw it, he suddenly felt something in his heart and simply nodded: "What kind of gray foam are you using? Put some of it in when you are making it!"

The blacksmith raised his lips and said, "Human ashes!"

Jingqian thought for a moment. The knife that measures people's hearts must be based on people. If you want it, go for it!

"It seems like you don't have a stronghold in your mind, okay! I can give people the most perfect equipment and increase the dose!"

I saw the blacksmith holding his hands, excitedly walked into the tent, took out three sticks of incense and lit them.

Jinggan asked in confusion: "Why is this?"

The blacksmith inserted three sticks of incense into the stove beside him and said to Jingqian: "It has been several years since we have done this kind of work, and no one has come to ask about it anymore, so I have to devote all I have learned!"

Jinggan looked at the blacksmith with satisfaction and nodded.

The blacksmith said and took out a piece of black iron from under the forging table.

According to him, the prince in the Qing Dynasty asked for this piece of black iron from an old Taoist priest. The prince later asked for this piece of black iron from his ancestors, and then gave it to his ancestors.

For more than ten years, no one in my family or in the world had ever mentioned this piece of black iron. Only after the people from Ciyun Temple consecrated it did they prove that it was a piece of fine black iron.

The snow fell harder, and there was a layer of snow piled on top of the tent.

The two of them stood in the cold wind, and the surroundings were so quiet that they could only hear the sound of the fire blazing in the furnace.

The blacksmith had just put the black iron into the furnace when he suddenly heard a loud noise from the sky and a burst of thunder accompanied by lightning.

Jing Qian was so startled by the thunder that he woke up from his alcoholic drink and met the blacksmith's eyes.

The fire in the furnace rose fiercely, and the blacksmith estimated that the time was almost up, so he asked Jingqian to go further away, picked up a rag, wrapped it in a pair of tongs, and took out the black iron.

Just like before, he first poured a spoonful of fire juice on the black iron.

A surprising scene happened. The blacksmith was shocked, pointed at Xuan Tie and muttered: "It doesn't make sense!"

It turned out that the fire juice poured on it was just ordinary molten iron, which caused it to separate from the black iron.

The blacksmith thought of the swordsmiths of the past. Strange people must be destined to obtain strange weapons, and if a casting situation goes beyond common sense, the blood of strange people must be there!

He said: "Could it be..."

"how?"

"Pour blood into the knife!"

Without saying a word, Jingqian brought the vessel filled with water, picked up a discarded sharp tool on the table and made a cut along his arm, and blood immediately stopped flowing.

Place the utensil firmly under your arm with one hand.

The blacksmith took the bowl of blood and said excitedly: "I, Qi Yunhai, will be able to forge such a rare knife in my lifetime, and I will have no regrets in this life!"

Sure enough, when the blood was poured into the black iron, all the blood was sucked in, and the black iron immediately became fresh and bright.

At this time, there was another huge thunder in the sky.

The blacksmith picked up the hammer and smashed it hard.

It lasted all night until the east turned white.

The blacksmith called up Jingqian who was sleeping in the tent: "Young man, the knife has been cast. Please open it yourself!"

Jingqian shivered, looked around, and suddenly remembered what happened last night.

After leaving the tent, he carefully uncovered a piece of linen cloth on the forging table with the help of an open flame, and touched it with his hand. The blade was extremely cold.

Hold the knife in both hands and place it in a bright place for a look.

The blade of the blade is bright and clear, and there are densely packed fine horizontal lines carved along the back to half of the blade's surface. From a distance, it looks like a ruler.

A knife with cold light, a ruler to measure people's hearts!

The blade of the knife is shining, and the back of the knife is as long as a ruler.
Chapter completed!