The blacksmith shop had a one-armed man who was waving his arms and wielding a hammer to hit an iron embryo on the anvil.
It's noon.
The one-armed blacksmith sweats like a rain.
Focus on without distraction.
The tea seller signaled Gu Yusheng not to speak behind him.
He walked into the blacksmith shop, took out some charcoal fire, a small clay stove, and a tea pot, and started cooking new tea.
Not long after a while.
The fragrance of tea wafts, and you can smell the fragrance of tea for several miles.
The aroma of tea naturally penetrated Gu Yusheng's nose. During his breathing, he felt that his spirit was unprecedentedly full. In the sea of divine, there was even a clear air that filled his soul for a long time.
The magic of its tea.
This made Gu Yusheng more and more curious about the mysterious tea tree he met this morning.
But he understood that even the tea seller was frightened when he returned.
What is the origin of the owner of that tea plant?
The one-armed blacksmith suddenly threw away the hammer in his hand.
He turned around, first set his eyes on the cooking tea, and then glanced at the tea-selling man with a bit of a show-off on his face.
The pair of red eyes, which were dry by the fire, turned little by little and fell on Gu Yusheng. He was about to withdraw his gaze, but he seemed to suddenly notice the wooden sword beside Gu Yusheng's waist.
"Old man Qiao, just for this young man?" The one-armed blacksmith said, walked forward a few steps, pulled hard, and with a clatter, the reeds and haystacks in the yard fell down one after another.
A weapon stand was exposed, and there were hundreds of swords of all kinds on the weapon stand, each sword shining brightly and extremely extraordinary. He looked back at Gu Yusheng and said coldly: "Since you like swords,
Pick one you like.”
The one-armed blacksmith walked to the small clay stove where the tea was cooking, and did not care about the sense of ritual at all. He stretched out his one-arm and directly held the hot tea pot in his hand and poured the hot tea into his mouth.
Drink boiling water.
It's like a cow that's about to die of thirst.
Gu Yusheng didn't look at those swords. As a sword cultivator, of course, he immediately noticed that every sword on the shelf was extremely extraordinary. Compared with the vast majority of Qingyun Sect disciples and elders in Qingyun Sect
The sword used is many times better, even better than the sword used by the disciples and elders of the Four Sword Sect.
Compared to swords, Gu Yusheng is more interested in this mysterious one-armed blacksmith.
To be precise, shocked.
Because the wooden sword on his waist was trembling slightly after entering the blacksmith shop. He understood the sword intention and found that the wooden sword was afraid. This fear was not the spiritual nature of the spiritual weapon and spiritual treasures meeting higher-grade levels.
Suppression is the kind of fear that can forge a sword and destroy a sword.
Not only that.
Even the sword contained in Gu Yusheng's natal bottle of the divine sea was trembling.
It's like a mouse smelling the existence of a cat.
A craftsman.
It is so deterrent.
It's simply incredible.
What Gu Yusheng felt was incredible was far more than these. Qingping Mountain, which could never be climbed up, the mysterious stone statues of Qingyun Town, the strange sea, and so many masters living in seclusion in Qingpingzhou... Now there are many more
Is this the same thing when a strange tea tree walked out of Qingpingzhou?
The more you know, the more urgent Gu Yusheng felt his own insignificance and wanted to gain more powerful power.
Hesitate!
Just as Gu Yusheng's mind was drifting away, a heat wave suddenly emanated from the one-armed blacksmith who had finished drinking hot tea. His left arm showed a vein like an earthworm, and each vein was like a crack in the lava vein, with blood.
Continuously seeping out, like the iron juice that has been silent in the body for many years, is excreted from the body bit by bit.
More than that.
There were also hot sparks in his mouth and nose, almost igniting the dry ancient tree.
The red eyes gradually returned to the clear and clear light, and the rust air on the body was also dissipating.
Rumble.
The body of the one-armed blacksmith is like a river flowing.
A powerful aura suddenly burst out.
Not only did the mud furnace turn into nothingness, but even the courtyard wall of the blacksmith shop collapsed and dissipated.
A terrifying force came.
Gu Yusheng was caught off guard and his mind moved, and the wooden sword was unsheathed and it had fallen into his hands.
The strong wind emitting from the blacksmith shop made Gu Yusheng take a few steps back and two deep marks appeared on the ground!
The tea seller's robe fluttered, waved his hand and protected Gu Yusheng, shouting loudly: "Xiangtiandao, I kindly invite you to have tea, so I can go crazy and see the occasion!"
"Does go!"
The one-armed blacksmith had a scattered hair. He was shirtless and suddenly pulled out a pig-killing knife from the anvil. His figure flashed and he ran towards the depths of Qingping Mountain.
Gu Yusheng looked blankly at the direction where the one-armed blacksmith disappeared, and then looked at the tea seller, wanting to get a reasonable answer.
But the tea seller just stood there motionlessly, looking out at the distance.
Gu Yusheng opened his spiritual sense and wanted to sense a little breath from the Qingping Mountain.
However, he waited for a long time but couldn't sense anything.
Instead, I heard a rumbling sound from the earth.
Gu Yusheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the flower stream flowing forward with some sense.
I saw the calm river water suddenly flowing backwards as if it was broken.
The water went away strangely.
Even the fish and shrimps in the water were taken away.
The riverbed is exposed, the sun shines on the stones, and the moss is dazzling.
I don't know how long it took.
The water of Huaxi River appeared strangely, and the rushing river water did not cross the official road, and almost even the blacksmith shop was washed away.
Gu Yusheng still did not sense the blacksmith's aura.
On the contrary, I faintly heard Feng Siniang cursing in the air from the direction from now on!
"madman!!"
At this time, the tea seller suddenly spoke with a solemn expression.
His cuffs rolled up and slapped deep into the mountains.
I saw a dark clouds rushing at the depths of the calm Qingping Mountain.
In the sky, the one-armed blacksmith's voice was laughing rebelliously!
The dark cloud suddenly tear opens a hole, extremely neat.
The wind blows deep in the forest.
There is rain blowing.
Gu Yusheng subconsciously reached out to wipe his face, leaving bright red blood stains in his palm.
The one-armed blacksmith came on the wind and clouds.
His pig-killing knife hung around his waist, bright and dazzling.
On his hands.
Carrying a bloody demon head.
Boom!
The demon's head was thrown on the dry tree pole, and the tree pole made a dull squeak.
The powerful demonic aura emitted by the demon head exceeded seven realms!
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Gu Yusheng was stunned!
"Boy, can you make pig-killing rice?"
The sound of the one-armed blacksmith looking at the sky knife suddenly came from behind Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng turned around blankly.
Standing in front of you, where is the blacksmith?
It is clearly a god of killing!
"Senior, you are so magical, I must know how to do it even if you don't know how to do it." Gu Yusheng said with an innocent look on his face.
"Hahaha!" the one-armed blacksmith smiled freely, "Old man Qiao, this kid is good, where did you pick it up?"
"The son of an old friend."
The tea seller posed his sleeves and paced back and forth several times, but he couldn't find a suitable place to sit.
The one-armed blacksmith frowned: "What? I've been dirty all my life and I've been more particular?"
The tea seller smiled and pointed to the official in the east, "It's not that I care about it, it's that stinky woman who cares about it is coming."
"What!"
"broken!"
The one-armed blacksmith's expression changed, and he hid the knife at his waist under the anvil, walked over and patted Gu Yusheng on the shoulder.
"Boy, help me block that woman, I owe you a favor."
The sky-striking sword, which was just like a god of killing, suddenly looked like an eggplant hit by frost, feeling depressed.
On the official road.
Feng Siniang was rushing to the wind, holding a big jar of wine in her hand, and her charming and plump body was slapped like a willow branch in the wind.
"You slayer blacksmith, flooding my mom's restaurant with water. Let's see if I don't lift your stove!"
The one-armed blacksmith was so scared that her face looked like earth when she saw Feng Siniang coming.
Baba looked at the huge wine jar covering his head and was about to smash it down.
"Sister Feng."
Gu Yusheng raised his head, and Feng Siniang raised the pear blossoms that were overflowing from the wine jar and sprinkled on his face.
"Oh!" Feng Si Niang hurriedly put down the wine jar and looked at Gu Yusheng with joy, "Brother, why are you here too? Sister accidentally spilled the wine on you."
Gu Yusheng stepped aside and shook his hair that was wet with the wine. "I'm fine, my sister's pear blossom wine is so fragrant."
"Hey, my Feng Si Niang brewed wine for half her life. I am the only one who praises my skills, my brother."
Feng Siniang put down the jar of wine, put her hands on her hips, her eyes fell on Xiang Tiandao, her face immediately fell down, and she looked disgusted, "I will tell you about the destruction of my wine shop, and I will tell you later, he, Gu Yusheng, call me
Sister, this sound really sounds comfortable. Don’t hold on to the airs, do things, and help if you should do it!"
"Yes, yes, yes... crazy woman..."
Xiang Tiandao walked out behind Gu Yusheng, looking disbelief.
"Um?"
Feng Siniang raised her eyebrows and a strange spider crawled out of her chest.
"I'll listen to you." Xiang Tiandao laughed and pointed at the demon head hanging on the tree, "Don't be angry, the brain of the strong mane is intact, let that kid cook and drink for you later
, and can still be younger for a hundred years."
Feng Siniang giggled and looked at Gu Yusheng.
"I really want to try my brother's skills."
Gu Yusheng looked at the demon head hanging on the branch. Not to mention processing it as food, even standing here, Gu Yusheng was almost breathless by the breath of the monster, and the feeling of oppression was too strong.
He really doesn't understand.
How strong is this blacksmith?
He just got crazy and killed such a terrifying monster.
"Hey, I lend you a knife to you."
Xiang Tiandao handed the kitchen knife hidden under the anvil to Gu Yusheng.
Eyes are scrutinized.
Gu Yusheng silently took the knife.
His arm suddenly sank.
This seemingly inconspicuous knife weighs a thousand pounds!
There is naturally no problem when I carry it in my hand.
But if you want to wave it freely, you must not.
What surprised Gu Yusheng was not just the weight of the knife, but the feeling of killing that kept coming from the knife after holding it, and the idea of bloodthirsty killing became increasingly popular.
What's weird is.
Gu Yusheng could no longer feel the terrifying demonic aura overflowing from the demon head.
Gu Yusheng took a deep breath, suppressed the blood-dream idea in his heart, and walked towards the demon head.
The hand raises the knife and falls.
The demon's head was split.
Clean and neat.
But his eyes were still clear and focused.
Feng Siniang leaned against the wine jar, gently tiring her hair.
The charcoal seller silently went to the yard to get a large stove and set a pot.
The one-armed blacksmith looked at the busy Gu Yusheng for a few times, and found that he could really use that knife before walking to the water tank, silently washing away the stains on his body, waiting for the table to start.