"This man has a lot of stories." Xiao Qiyue also became interested. Soon, the carriage turned a few corners and stopped in front of a blacksmith shop.
This shop is indeed too simple, it doesn't even have a signboard.
"Haha, despite the lack of signboard, there are quite a few people coming here to buy iron tools." Bu Qiong smiled, and the two of them entered the shop.
The dough making hall is filled with iron tools, all of which are farm tools, such as razors, sickles, pears, including bellows.
Xiao Qiyue discovered that although they were all farm tools, they were well made and each farm tool highlighted its functionality.
He picked up a sickle and flicked it twice. The texture was fine and fine. Although the materials used were very ordinary, the craftsmanship was quite superb.
"These are all made by his apprentices, right?" Xiao Qiyue put down the sickle in his hand and said with a casual smile.
"No, he confiscated no disciples and only had a dozen handymen.
Of course, these handymen were all former blacksmiths.
Each farm tool is made by these blacksmiths first, and he doesn't do it until the last step is 'too much'." Bu Qiong shook his head, and the two of them entered the partitioned garden at the end of the blacksmith shop while talking.
Xiao Qiyue discovered that only one one-story thatched hut was built there.
However, although it is only one floor, the hut covers a large area and is about several feet high.
"Blacksmith Qiao, here I come." Buqiong shouted at the top of his voice.
"Just come in, I'm in the house." Qiao I responded.
When he was five feet away from the hut, Xiao Qiyue suddenly took a breath of cold air and grabbed Bu Qiong. Bu Qiong turned around and looked at him inexplicably.
"Didn't you find something wrong with the thatch on the roof?" Xiao Qiyue asked.
"Thatch is used to cover the roof, what's the problem?" Buqiong looked at it and shook his head.
"That's not grass, it's iron!" Xiao Qiyue said.
"Ah... iron... no way, I've been here many times, can it be that iron and grass are still unclear?" Bu Qiong's eyes widened and he stared blankly at the thatched roof.
"Go up and touch it yourself." Xiao Qiyue mentioned Master Bu and pushed him up, and the old guy whizzed up the stairs.
"Oh...it's really tough.
However, some thatch was glued on the outside of the iron block, which was really eye-opening.
I used to be surprised when I thought the pots and pans were of the spirit soldier level, but now even the roof is made of iron.
This Joe blacksmith is really weird. Moreover, his craftsmanship is really nothing to say.
This piece of iron seems to be melted together with thatch. If you don't touch it with your hands, you can't tell whether it is iron or grass." Soon Bu Qiong jumped down and said with a sigh on his face.
"You have good taste." At this time, a voice came from the door. Xiao Qiyue looked forward and found that 'Qiao I' didn't look like a blacksmith at all.
In fact, this man is extremely handsome, with a tall height of 1.8 meters, and does not have the round waist of a blacksmith. His slightly thin face is full of vicissitudes of life, which makes people feel like this at a glance.
He is a person with a story.
And he seems to be about forty years old. You know, beauties like middle-aged men with "stories" the most.
"Thank you, Master Qiao. I just discovered it accidentally." Xiao Qiyue humbly bowed his hand in greeting.
"Haha, I have lived in Haishakou City for forty years, and there are about a dozen guests who have come to my hut, but you are the first one to discover the secret of my roof." Qiao I smiled.
"I said you were a blacksmith, Qiao, and you fooled me more than a dozen times. Are you kidding me as a friend?" Bu Qiong said with some dissatisfaction.
“As a caster, every work must be completed as a caster.
So, I built this house the same way.
As for not telling you, it doesn't mean that I don't treat you as a friend.
This is a normal thing for me, why do I have to tell you specifically?" Qiao I said.
"You don't think the entire thatched hut is made of casting, do you?" Bu Qiong blurted out.
However, looking at such a large area, covering an area of two acres, and made entirely of iron blocks? How is that possible?
How many pieces are needed?
"It should!" Qiao I nodded calmly.
"No way!" Buqiong jumped up, rushed to the pillars of the hut and touched it, then went to the four walls and even touched everything on the window grille.
He even stretched out his legs and kicked her hard several times, making a clanging sound.
Finally, he shook his head and said, "Crazy, really crazy, you are really a lunatic."
"Hahaha, I'm just a madman." Qiao I laughed out loud, but Xiao Qiyue could feel that there was a bit of sadness in his laughter.
At this time, I looked at the popularity list above my head and was suddenly stunned.
Because, in the "popularity" of Qiao I, a "human flower" like a forge is looming.
It's like a dream or an illusion.
Scum!
Half a step into the mortal realm? Xiao Qiyue was speechless.
This Haishakou City is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. If you just walk into a blacksmith shop, you can actually meet such a master?
How can a warrior in the Condensation Realm like his father, Xiao Tiancheng, survive?
If you are not careful, you will be crushed to death like a grasshopper.
Of course, Xiao Qiyue's idea is too one-sided.
After all, his starting point is very high, and the level he has been exposed to is certainly high.
For example, the first person he came to visit was Qi Ye, the leader of the Qishengtang, one of the four major forces in Haishakou, and a big figure like the City Lord of the City Lord's Palace, the largest force in the government.
For a low-level warrior, he may never be able to come into contact with a master at this level in his life. It is normal for him to be strong.
But at this moment, a woman actually appeared among Qiao I's 'popular furnace flowers', and the woman threw herself at the furnace-like 'human flower'.
Xiao Qiyue was immediately shocked. Could it be that Qiao I was forging an unparalleled magic weapon and finally wanted his 'lover' to sacrifice his life to make it?
Just like go-getters, Mo Xie and his wife forged swords with their own bodies.
Therefore, Qiao Yi was lonely all his life and lived in regret.
For an outstanding swordsmith, when some magic weapons were released, he even sacrificed his life to forge swords with his own body in order to bring the legendary magic weapons to a perfect end.
From then on, Qiao I lived in his lover's nightmare.
If a disease develops over a long period of time, if this kind of knot cannot be opened, it will be tormenting oneself for the rest of his life, just like being haunted by an evil spirit.
"Blacksmith Qiao, you are really a crazy blacksmith." Bu Qiong was stunned and shook his head. He glanced at Xiao Qiyue and asked, "Has Master Xiao noticed that he is sick?"
"Master... Mr. Xiao is also a pharmacist?" Qiao I regained his composure and looked at Xiao Qiyue with some surprise.
"That's right! This Mr. Xiao is also a second-grade elixir master, a sixth-grade royal bodyguard, and a young talent." Bu Qiong sighed and introduced.
"Master Qiao has a knot in his mind," Xiao Qiyue said.
"Who doesn't have knots? It's normal." Qiao I nodded casually.
"The knot in your heart comes from a woman. Is she the one you love?" Xiao Qiyue asked sharply.