Yang He looked strange, glanced at Huo Yuan's fleeing back, and said, "A sword? If I remember correctly, there is a sword among the twelve supreme weapons of Shen Gongfang."
Qin Feng sighed: "There is indeed one, named Zhan Tianya, which is the sword of the Twelve God General Sword Kuang."
"Then according to Brother Huo, wouldn't it be hopeless for you to ask the elders to forge swords?" Yang He said in surprise.
"Actually, I already knew that Mr. Yuan had this rule, but for some reasons, I had to try my best to give it a try."
After saying this, Qin Feng exhaled and walked towards the white-haired old man not far away.
Lan Ningshuang and the other three looked at each other and followed suit.
Qin Feng took out Immortal Drunk from the Sumeru Ring in advance. In any case, the first impression is very important, so he must show enough sincerity.
Approaching the white-haired old man, he said respectfully: "Sir, my junior's name is Qin Feng. I have been entrusted by Master Sword Kuang, the Twelve Divine Generals of the Southern Territory, and I would like to ask you to forge a weapon.
Knowing that you like world-famous wines, I specially brought a jar of fairy wine for you to taste."
Qin Feng deliberately did not say that he wanted to forge a sword because it was the first time he met the other party and they had no friendship.
If you break the other party's rules right from the start, it's likely to end badly.
Therefore, his strategy is also very simple: first communicate with the other party and then discuss the following matters...
The elder turned a deaf ear and didn't even listen to the movements of his hands. He was still tinkering with something.
When Qin Feng saw this, he took a deep breath. Bosses all have their own personalities, and this situation was also expected by him.
With his right hand, he slowly opened the lid of Xianren Zui's wine, and the rich aroma of wine spread out, intoxicating the heart and mind.
Everyone in the Shen Gongfang group around them smelled the aroma of wine, paused for a moment, and then looked for the source of the aroma.
The senator took a sniff, turned his head, and looked at the wine jar: "The wine is good."
Qin Feng looked happy and hurriedly handed Xianren Zui.
The white-haired old man lifted the wine jar with one hand and poured the wine into his mouth. His handsome and heroic appearance was really not inferior to that of the young people.
After a while, the wine jar bottomed out, but even though the alcohol concentration was so high, the old man's face only turned slightly red after drinking, and he didn't seem to be affected at all.
When Lan Ningshuang and the others saw the elder drinking a lot of wine, they thought it was a joke. Even Qin Feng himself thought so.
But who would have expected that the white-haired old man actually put down the empty wine jar and started tinkering with research again without saying another word.
"This..." Yang He and Zhang Tiannan looked at each other.
"Uncle." Lan Ningshuang called softly.
Qin Feng made a gesture of silence, and then stood quietly beside the elder.
And this wait is two hours...
"Uncle, why don't we forget it." Lan Ningshuang stepped forward to persuade her. She felt really distressed.
"It doesn't matter." Qin Feng replied firmly.
Having said that, he actually still has some temper in his heart.
After all, the other party has already drank, but he doesn’t even want to talk for a few words?
Isn’t this obviously free of charge?!
That's all, I'll endure it for the sake of my second brother... Qin Feng took a breath and calmed down.
At this moment, the elder stopped what he was doing again. He pointed in a certain direction and said calmly: "Boy, bring me the things there."
Qin Feng and others then looked around and saw a half-man-sized wooden box piled in the corner beside the house, which contained many objects of different shapes and unknown materials.
"Okay, wait a moment." Qin Feng responded immediately.
If the other party is willing to talk and communicate, it shows that there is still hope!
He trotted to the wooden box, squatted down and tried to lift it up.
However, the moment I held both sides with my hands and lifted it with all my strength, the wooden box actually didn't move at all!
Damn it, so heavy?
Qin Feng's face turned red, a little embarrassed, and he glanced secretly to the side.
Three people not far away were looking at him.
After all, Lan Ningshuang had stayed with Qin Feng for a relatively long time. She instantly guessed the reason. She stepped forward and said softly: "Uncle, let me do it."
Qin Feng coughed dryly and defended himself: "Originally I could move it, but I got up this morning and had a stiff neck. I can't use my right hand, so I'm sorry to trouble you."
"You're welcome." Lan Ningshuang smiled slightly.
"Also, this box is a bit heavy, you are little..."
Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng's eyes widened and he saw a beauty in blue. With a slight lift of her right hand, the wooden box that was half the size of a person was picked up!
Qin Feng's self-esteem suffered an unprecedented blow.
"Ningshuang is rough... She practices Shenwu Taoism, and it is reasonable for her to be stronger than a scholar like me." Qin Feng comforted himself in this way, but he could not straighten his waist.
Lan Ningshuang placed the wooden box next to the elder. The latter looked up and his eyes were fixed on Qin Feng, with a strange look on his face.
Although the other party didn't say it clearly, Qin Feng felt a hint of contempt in his eyes.
The elder took out various objects from the wooden box, and then assembled a thing that looked like a cart. At the same time, he said: "The bastard just now should have told you my rules for forging weapons.
If Zhen Tianyi asked you to find me to forge the sword, then you can go back directly."
The old man guessed the purpose of my trip, so he didn't want to talk more... Qin Feng frowned, still unwilling to give up: "Can't we really make an exception? This junior is willing to pay any price."
The elder didn't even raise his head, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't follow the rules, there will be no square."
"senior......"
"Send off the guests!" the elder shouted.
Hearing the sound, Huo Yuan and others hurried over.
"Brother, the old man's rules have never been broken, and you don't have to waste your efforts." Huo Yuan held Qin Feng's shoulders and persuaded in a low voice.
After saying that, he took Qin Feng and others away from the elders.
Qin Feng asked curiously: "Master Yuan, why do you set up such weird rules?
As a craftsman, shouldn’t we constantly break through ourselves in order to forge better weapons?”
Huo Yuan glanced at the white-haired old man not far away and explained: "For the old man, every weapon he forged is like his child, unique in the world.
If he forged the same weapon a second time, it would be as if he was denying his previous work.
This would go against his philosophy of forging weapons."
Qin Feng's lips twitched when he heard this.
What kind of bullshit is this? You are as unique as a child, so why can’t you have a second child?
In the last life, he didn't know how many times he heard his parents say that he had lost track of the tuba and wanted to practice another trumpet...
"Is there really no other way?" Qin Feng looked ugly.
At this moment, there was a loud bang in the courtyard.
Everyone looked for the voice and saw that the parts of the cart that the senator had tinkered with earlier were scattered on the floor.
He picked up a metal cylinder, frowned, and muttered to himself: "Why did it fail again?"