Ruyi thought that even if you threw it in... the fish wouldn't eat this thing... However, she just thought about it and didn't dare to say it. Naturally, she has to be polite when asking for help, so she said: "Then I will also give you a compliment.
Tietou Zhao is ready..."
"The person who made the sword must be an extremely skilled person. Not only is his martial arts attainment at the pinnacle, but his ability to cast iron swords is probably better than mine. He must have put the moon tin into the furnace, and then used his skill to match the temperature of the furnace to melt the moon tin.
Melt it, then mix it with snow silver, and finally inject your own spiritual energy to make this sword completely natural. If this person were still alive, then I, Tietou Zhao, would not dare to falsely claim that the sword-making skills are the best in the world. Girl, I heard you say
The man who forged the sword is your master, can you introduce him to me?" When he talked about Tietou Zhao's fondness, his words became less crazy.
This question is quite difficult for Ruyi. Although she knows that Yan Xuanyi is still alive, she has to stay in the underworld for five hundred years. Five hundred years later, the world will not know what the word will be. For a mortal like Tietou Zhao
She was afraid that her body would not last until then. So she said: "My master is no longer alive, and there is really nothing I can do to help him."
His eyes darkened, as if he had already thought of this outcome: "That's right... If he was still alive, why would he come to me to forge swords? He can make them better. Can you tell me who your master is?
What sect is it? Whose name is it?"
Although not too long had passed since the turmoil in the world, Ruyi still had lingering fears and dared not mention it. However, thinking that Tietou Zhao might not know about these grievances in the world for many years, he said bluntly: "My master is the founder of Xiaoyao Sect in Laoshan.
, Yan Xuanyi.”
Unexpectedly, Tietou Zhao shouted in surprise: "Yan Xuanyi? Is this the Yan Xuanyi who killed more than a thousand people at the top of Kunlun Peak?"
Ruyi's heart is broken... I didn't expect that this old man not only knew, but also knew everything clearly. This is a bit tricky now.
Tietou Zhao continued: "Although I have not been involved in worldly affairs for many years, this matter is too big. Every month, the grandchildren on the mountain will come to bring me wine...occasionally they will bring me some news. When I first heard that he had killed
My disciple is still very angry, and I am considering whether to go out to avenge my disciple. But when I saw this sword today, the old man felt that it must not be that simple. The sword is like the person, and no matter how you hide it, you can't change it. This Yan Xuanyi
He must be a decent man, I don’t think he would kill innocent people indiscriminately, and he must be the one who caused the bloody storm caused by the unfounded rumors of those gangsters.”
After hearing this, Ruyi's eyes were filled with tears. Regardless of the dampness on the plank road, she knelt down and said, "Thank you very much for your comments. After the Kunlun Rebellion, the family master and the Xiaoyao Sect were cast aside by the entire martial arts community and found it difficult to stand up.
It is really commendable that you are not in the world but can speak with such profound understanding and righteousness."
Tietou Zhao was stunned and said hurriedly: "Don't kneel to me, I'm just telling the truth. Get up quickly."
Bai Qinghan stretched out his hand to pull Ruyi up, brushed the black ash from grass leaves on her skirt, turned around and asked: "I heard you mention the word 'apprentice' just now, did your apprentice also go to Kunlun Wulin?"
General Assembly?"
Tietou Zhao waved his hand and said, "Hey... I'm such a traitor, so don't mention it, don't mention it."
Seeing that he had no intention of going further, the two of them stopped asking further questions.
"You want to see how much silver it takes to reforge this broken sword?" Ruyi asked.
The old man grinned, but it made the scar on his face even more ugly: "Silver? Most people in the world who ask me for a sword want to give me silver. But what's the use of silver?" Ruyi thought to herself, even if you don't care.
Throw it in... fish won't eat this stuff either... But she just thought about it and didn't dare to say it. Naturally, she has to be polite when asking for help, so she said: "Then I'll call you Tietou Zhao."
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"The person who made the sword must be an extremely skilled person. Not only is his martial arts attainment at the pinnacle, but his ability to cast iron swords is probably better than mine. He must have put the moon tin into the furnace, and then used his skill to match the temperature of the furnace to melt the moon tin.
Melt it, then mix it with snow silver, and finally inject your own spiritual energy to make this sword completely natural. If this person were still alive, then I, Tietou Zhao, would not dare to falsely claim that the sword-making skills are the best in the world. Girl, I heard you say
The man who forged the sword is your master, can you introduce him to me?" When he talked about Tietou Zhao's fondness, his words became less crazy.
This question is quite difficult for Ruyi. Although she knows that Yan Xuanyi is still alive, she has to stay in the underworld for five hundred years. Five hundred years later, the world will not know what the word will be. For a mortal like Tietou Zhao
She was afraid that her body would not last until then. So she said: "My master is no longer alive, and there is really nothing I can do to help him."
His eyes darkened, as if he had already thought of this outcome: "That's right... If he was still alive, why would he come to me to forge swords? He can make them better. Can you tell me who your master is?
What sect is it? Whose name is it?"
Although not too long had passed since the turmoil in the world, Ruyi still had lingering fears and dared not mention it. However, thinking that Tietou Zhao might not know about these grievances in the world for many years, he said bluntly: "My master is the founder of Xiaoyao Sect in Laoshan.
, Yan Xuanyi.”
Unexpectedly, Tietou Zhao shouted in surprise: "Yan Xuanyi? Is this the Yan Xuanyi who killed more than a thousand people at the top of Kunlun Peak?"
Ruyi's heart is broken... I didn't expect that this old man not only knew, but also knew everything clearly. This is a bit tricky now.
Tietou Zhao continued: "Although I have not been involved in worldly affairs for many years, this matter is too big. Every month, the grandchildren on the mountain will come to bring me wine...occasionally they will bring me some news. When I first heard that he had killed
My disciple is still very angry, and I am considering whether to go out to avenge my disciple. But when I saw this sword today, the old man felt that it must not be that simple. The sword is like the person, and no matter how you hide it, you can't change it. This Yan Xuanyi
He must be a decent man, I don’t think he would kill innocent people indiscriminately, and he must be the one who caused the bloody storm caused by the unfounded rumors of those gangsters.”
After hearing this, Ruyi's eyes were filled with tears. Regardless of the dampness on the plank road, she knelt down and said, "Thank you very much for your comments. After the Kunlun Rebellion, the family master and the Xiaoyao Sect were cast aside by the entire martial arts community and found it difficult to stand up.
It is really commendable that you are not in the world but can speak with such profound understanding and righteousness."
Tietou Zhao was stunned and said hurriedly: "Don't kneel to me, I'm just telling the truth. Get up quickly."
Bai Qinghan stretched out his hand to pull Ruyi up, brushed the black ash from grass leaves on her skirt, turned around and asked: "I heard you mention the word 'apprentice' just now, did your apprentice also go to Kunlun Wulin?"
General Assembly?"
Tietou Zhao waved his hand and said, "Hey... I'm such a traitor, so don't mention it, don't mention it."
Seeing that he had no intention of going further, the two of them stopped asking further questions.
"You want to see how much silver it takes to reforge this broken sword?" Ruyi asked.
The old man grinned, but it made the scar on his face even more ugly: "Silver? Most people in the world who ask me for a sword want to give me silver. But what's the use of silver?"