"I'm in this deep mountain and old forest, and I don't go out. I can't spend the money I collect. It's just a reward for the grandchildren who come and give me wine. Why do you think I want the silver? The silver is too soft, even if it melts. , and cannot be used to forge swords."
"Then you..."
Tietou Zhao coughed twice and said: "Me, I have been a hobby all my life. What I pursue is no longer fame and fortune, but the skill of sword forging. This sword is rare and I really like it. I am a person who can't see it." A broken sword, a good sword broken in two is more terrifying to me than a person who is broken in two. If I can forge a sword with your master, then I will be relieved in this life. I won't take a single copper from you for a sword."
"Thank you so much!" Ruyi bowed and bowed again to say thank you.
The old man paused and said: "Little girl, don't thank me too much. The sword was broken three inches below the hilt. Even if we get the Laoshan white tin and recast the sword, we will be able to fight in the future." If the blades touch each other, they will break again if they encounter severe damage."
"That……"
He changed the topic and suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of the Qingmang Sword?"
Ruyi nodded, with a look of sadness on his face again: "The Qingmang Sword was made by Qingyun Sect's founder, Qingmang. I heard it was a magic weapon. At that time, those martial arts people at the top of Kunlun Peak once slandered my senior brother for taking the sword. Qing Mang, and put the blame for Qing Mang’s death hundreds of years ago on my master.”
"The Qingmang Sword was forged from a piece of rare black iron in the Xuanshui Lake. After the Qingmang was forged, there was still a palm-sized piece of black iron left. This piece of black iron was so small that it couldn't even hit a dagger. No, so it has been enshrined by Qingyun Sect disciples for generations. Now that I think about it, I can use this piece of black iron to recast your sword. The moon tin, black iron, plus your master and my sword-making skills, this sword The power of the sword will definitely reach a higher level. At that time, this sword will not only be a gentleman's sword, it will definitely surpass other weapons and become a king's sword."
Tietou Zhao's eyes were shining brightly under his drooping white eyebrows, and he seemed to have seen the majesty of the sword after it was reforged.
Bai Qinghan asked: "Since this piece of black iron has been worshiped by Qingyun Sect disciples for generations, how can we get it?"
Tietou Zhao smiled and said: "Nonsense! Go steal it!"
steal……
Ruyi thought for a while and said: "Even if the stolen thing is used, it will be a loss. What's more, I have already made a grudge with the Qingyun Sect, and stealing other people's sacred objects privately will only make the grudge worse. I don't want to expand this matter any further. If they don’t offend me, I will naturally not offend them again. The blood debt at the top of Kunlun Peak should end at the top of Kunlun Peak... Can it be replaced with other materials?"
Tietou Zhao shook his head: "Besides this black iron, there is really no other thing that can continue this sword. There is only this piece of black iron in Xuanshui Lake, and there is nothing else. Of course, if you want to display this sword beautifully, I can easily forge it for you, but is it worthy of your sword-making master..."
What he said made Bai Qinghan a little angry. He pulled Ruyi away and said: "Stealing is not what a gentleman does. If a sword is made from stolen things, then the sword is no longer a gentleman's sword. If you can't accept it here, I don't believe that everyone in the world can't accept it. Let's go! Let's ask someone else."
Ruyi had exactly this intention, and wanted to accept Changfeng and say goodbye to Tietou Zhao. "I am in this deep mountain and old forest, and I won't go out. I can't spend the money I collected. It's just a reward for the little grandson who came down to give me wine." Guys, why do you think I need silver? Silver is too soft. Even if it is completely melted, it cannot be used to forge swords."
"Then you..."
Tietou Zhao coughed twice and said: "Me, I have been a hobby all my life. What I pursue is no longer fame and fortune, but the skill of sword forging. This sword is rare and I really like it. I am a person who can't see it." A broken sword, a good sword broken in two is more terrifying to me than a person who is broken in two. If I can forge a sword with your master, then I will be relieved in this life. I won't take a single copper from you for a sword."
"Thank you so much!" Ruyi bowed and bowed again to say thank you.
The old man paused and said: "Little girl, don't thank me too much. The sword was broken three inches below the hilt. Even if we get the Laoshan white tin and recast the sword, we will be able to fight in the future." If the blades touch each other, they will break again if they encounter severe damage."
"That……"
He changed the topic and suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of the Qingmang Sword?"
Ruyi nodded, with a look of sadness on his face again: "The Qingmang Sword was made by Qingyun Sect's founder, Qingmang. I heard it was a magic weapon. At that time, those martial arts people at the top of Kunlun Peak once slandered my senior brother for taking the sword. Qing Mang, and put the blame for Qing Mang’s death hundreds of years ago on my master.”
"The Qingmang Sword was forged from a piece of rare black iron in the Xuanshui Lake. After the Qingmang was forged, there was still a palm-sized piece of black iron left. This piece of black iron was so small that it couldn't even hit a dagger. No, so it has been enshrined by Qingyun Sect disciples for generations. Now that I think about it, I can use this piece of black iron to recast your sword. The moon tin, black iron, plus your master and my sword-making skills, this sword The power of the sword will definitely reach a higher level. At that time, this sword will not only be a gentleman's sword, it will definitely surpass other weapons and become a king's sword."
Tietou Zhao's eyes were shining brightly under his drooping white eyebrows, and he seemed to have seen the majesty of the sword after it was reforged.
Bai Qinghan asked: "Since this piece of black iron has been worshiped by Qingyun Sect disciples for generations, how can we get it?"
Tietou Zhao smiled and said: "Nonsense! Go steal it!"
steal……
Ruyi thought for a while and said: "Even if the stolen thing is used, it will be a loss. What's more, I have already made a grudge with the Qingyun Sect, and stealing other people's sacred objects privately will only make the grudge worse. I don't want to expand this matter any further. If they don’t offend me, I will naturally not offend them again. The blood debt at the top of Kunlun Peak should end at the top of Kunlun Peak... Can it be replaced with other materials?"
Tietou Zhao shook his head: "Besides this black iron, there is really no other thing that can continue this sword. There is only this piece of black iron in Xuanshui Lake, and there is nothing else. Of course, if you want to display this sword beautifully, I can easily forge it for you, but is it worthy of your sword-making master..."
What he said made Bai Qinghan a little angry. He pulled Ruyi away and said: "Stealing is not what a gentleman does. If a sword is made from stolen things, then the sword is no longer a gentleman's sword. If you can't accept it here, I don't believe that everyone in the world can't accept it. Let's go! Let's ask someone else."
Ruyi had exactly this intention, and wanted to accept Changfeng and say goodbye to Tietou Zhao.