Because the "polishing machine" made by Yan Bing was too novel, at the strong request of his fifteenth senior brother, Yan Bing handed over another sword embryo to him for polishing.
Lu Liang's polishing skills are naturally very steady.
Shaping, cutting, and sweeping are all completed in one set of actions.
Since the first sword was made thinner and lighter than the later one by Yan Bing, who couldn't polish it, the first sword was equipped with a water-like hilt guard, and the second one was equipped with a broken rock guard.
hilt and guard.
After installing the hilts of the swords, Yan Bing held up the two hundred-forged steel swords and ran out of the blacksmith shop happily, running towards the bookstore.
No matter how much the senior brother shouted, he had no intention of stopping.
"This prodigal girl... the shop just left it alone!?" The senior brother looked at Yan Bing who was walking away, shook his head, and then said to Lu Liang: "Xiao Shiwu, you go back with your junior sister, I
Wait here, boss blacksmith, today happens to be the third day."
Lu Liang didn't think much, nodded and chased after him.
It wasn't until he followed Yan Bing to the market that Lu Liang suddenly realized something was wrong.
He patted his forehead and suddenly realized: Senior Brother sent me away on purpose so that he could take the remaining five taels of silver alone!??
Thinking of this, Lu Liang was so angry that he wanted to turn around and go back immediately to expose the conspiracy of senior brother!
Then, get a piece of the pie……….
But now I can't leave.
If the junior sister is allowed to go back alone, if something goes wrong along the way, the master must not beat herself to death...
After weighing things up, Lu Liang finally had no choice but to bite his back teeth, slap his thigh, and continue to follow his junior sister back.
On the other hand, Yan Bing.
In the past few days, she was either blowing fire by the stove or rolling steel in front of the iron felt. Her face and body were covered with stove ashes, and she was as dirty as a black monkey. She was very embarrassed.
Now he is holding up two shining big swords, swaggering through the city here, flying with lightning speed.
When passersby on the street saw her, they all thought she had gone crazy and fled in all directions.
But she didn't care at all, she just ran all the way into the book market, kicked open the door of the bookstore, went straight to the backyard, and shouted: "Master! I'm back!"
The old man was still lying in bed. He had not been in the mood to go to the field or do any business for three days in a row.
When he heard the little girl's voice outside the hospital, he knew it was Yan Bing and didn't want to pay attention. He deliberately hid under the quilt and kept silent.
As a result, the next second, he saw his door being kicked open by a little foot.
A small face like a black monkey poked his way in and cautiously shouted: "Master?"
The old man was so angry that he stood up and cursed: "What a shame! What a shame! How dare a girl kick in her master's door! Are you rebelling against me? Do you think I am Feixia?"
Don’t you have any family law? You……………,” the old man suddenly got stuck mid-sentence.
In the dark room, Yan Bing suddenly jumped in, holding two shining long swords, raising them high, and smirking at himself. The scene was very strange for a time...
"You..., my master just said a few words to you! Do you still want to kill my master!??" After saying this, the old man turned over and got out of bed, and then shouted: "Come on, come on! Today, my master will fight you for three hundred rounds!"
Teach you how to be a good person!!!"
Lu Liang on the side heard the words and hurriedly came in and bowed his hands, explaining: "Master, you misunderstood. This is the sword that my junior sister made for you after working without sleep for three days. Today, the sword is finished, and my junior sister was very happy for a moment, so she messed up the etiquette.
I hope Master will calm down."
Although Lu Liang's words were a bit exaggerated, they were still reasonable. The old man had lost half of his anger, but he was still very stubborn. He lowered his head and put on his shoes, and said: "What kind of sword can have my broken rock, like water treasure?
Humph!..., but I think of you in my heart, I will spare you this time..."
After saying that, he walked out of the room and went to the yard, where he found a chair and sat down.
Yan Bing was originally full of joy, thinking that he could make the old man happy, but the old man turned out to be disapproving. He was inevitably a little disappointed and lost all the excitement he had just now... He walked into the yard with his head lowered.
When we arrived in the yard, the light became much brighter, and the old man could see the details clearly.
At this time, Yan Bing's face and body were covered with black stains, and his clothes were as dirty as if they had been dug out of the mud. Even the shawl hanging on his arms had several holes burned in it.
Compared to the beautiful girl before, she looks like a completely different person.
Realizing that what Lu Liang said was true, the old man couldn't help but feel a little moved and a little distressed. Thinking about what he had just done, he felt a little guilty and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Qihua... you have worked hard these days.
Come..., come, show me the sword you made for me..."
Yan Bing lowered his head, pouted, walked over, and handed over one of the swords.
The old man took the sword, looked at it carefully, and then raised his finger and flicked it, and the phoenix chirping like a bell sounded again, which was endless.
"Hmm! Not bad... I just don't know how hard it is..." the old man thought slightly.
Upon hearing this familiar tone, Yan Bing immediately became energetic again and said, "Are there any other swords in the teacher's room? Why not give them a try!?"
When the old man heard this, he became very angry and said to himself: How can his collection be anything ordinary? You, a little guy, just made a temporary sword, and you dare to test my sword with it? Okay! I will kill you today with your sharpness.
!
Thinking of this, he returned the Baili Steel in his hand to Yan Bing's hand, then raised his hands and shouted: "Transform snow! Like a soul!"
With two squeaks, two swords flew out of the room, like two meteors, and instantly slipped into the old man's hands.
The old man raised his hand and said with a mischievous smile: "Which one do you want to try first??"
"Anything is fine!" Yan Bing grinned and slowly raised his left hand...
Lu Liang, who was on the side, almost went crazy when he saw this scene. He immediately jumped over, opened his arms and stood between the two of them, and shouted: "Junior sister! You can't do it!!!"
Yan Bing quickly put down his raised hand and looked at Lu Liang with a puzzled look.
Lu Liang took the opportunity to step forward and said to Yan Bing: "You broke the broken rocks and water. The teacher has been unable to get out of the ground for three days. Now he is finally feeling better. Don't cause any more trouble!!"
Yan Bing was also stubborn and said: "But Master doesn't believe that I am a sword...,"
The old man on the side also asked in confusion: "Lu Liang? What do you mean?"
Lu Liang, male, 17 years old, a straight man with good nature and stubbornness since childhood, who has never lied a few times in his life, is in the advanced stage of cancer.
Lu Liang, who had never been able to turn his brain, was forced by this desperate situation to start his brain that had not been used for a long time. His eyes were searching randomly, and when he saw the millstone, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and finally at this moment
Came to the best answer….
He turned around, raised his hands in salute, and said: "Master, junior sister, although these two swords are far inferior to your old collection, when soldiers collide, they will inevitably damage each other, and after all, these two swords were made by junior sister with all their efforts.
’s..., it’s a pity to destroy it, why not let junior sister test the sword against the millstone. With junior sister’s strength, if the sword cuts down, if it doesn’t curl the edge, it is already of the highest quality...”
The old man knew in his heart that Lu Liang was trying to keep the two swords that his junior sister had worked so hard to make, so he thought to himself, your little fifteen will also have a day of enlightenment today. When he was happy, he gave up and pointed at the millstone.
Yan Bing said: "Forget it, let's follow your senior brother's hard work and go over there to try the sword."
Lu Liang breathed a sigh of relief and stood back beside the old man.
Lu Liang's original intention was to let Yan Bing make two casual cuts on the millstone, so that he could prove himself without slapping his master, so the matter was over.
But Yan Bing was obviously wrong... He held up two swords and circled around the millstone, and found the broken rock and water that had been embedded in the millstone.
Then he nodded to Lu Liang and Master.
Lu Liang is still wondering?
What does it mean to ask you to cut a millstone and go around it in a circle?
The next moment, Yan Bing raised his left hand and slashed at the half-cut blade exposed by the broken rock... With a snap sound, the broken rock broke in response, and the chopped fragments rubbed against the old man's face.
The shoulder, with a clang, was nailed into the wall behind the old man.
The old man's smile gradually solidified...
Yan Bing raised his right hand again and slashed with his backhand, and the water broke again. The fragments rubbed the old man's temples, and with a clang, they were also nailed into the wall behind the old man.
The old man's smile gradually disappeared...
Then Yan Bing raised his swords expressionlessly, looked at them carefully, and said, "No..., you see...the blades are not curled..."
The old man’s face was ashen………….
Next to him, Lu Liang clutched his chest, panting heavily, and squatted on the ground in anger, cursing in his heart: Mommy! Look at your sister! You did it on purpose!!
!??? You definitely did it on purpose!!! Aren’t you slapping Master in the face!!???
After a long while, Lu Liang calmed down and quickly stood up to persuade his master: "Master! Don't be angry! In fact..."
Before Lu Liang could finish speaking, the old man suddenly slapped the chair, sat up, and shouted: "God bless me Feixiamen!!! I'm going to lose my temper!!!!"
