Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: Leaving the Cold City
The strong old man looked at him indifferently, and the more he looked at him, the happier he felt in his heart.
I have to say that Leng Buyu is indeed somewhat similar to General Han. He looks like him. If he were a little more mature and heroic, he might really look like General Han was resurrected.
But the strong old man knew that General Han had passed away after all, and the person in front of him was the contemporary swordsman Leng Biyu.
I think it is just because Leng Buyu is carrying the Seven Star Sword.
The strong old man stood up, lowered his head and looked at the Seven Star Sword on the table for a few times. As if he had a sense of what he was doing, he nodded and walked away.
Leng Buyu just glanced at the strong old man picking wood at the side, so he didn't care about it and concentrated on sharpening his sword.
Leng Buyu was sharpening his sword, and he was also feeling the response given to him by these six seven-star swords.
Every time it is sharpened, the sword will tremble slightly, just like a cat purring after being scratched.
Leng Buyu chuckled, as far as he was concerned, these six swords were the only ones worthy of true trust.
After about an hour, Leng Buyu finished his work. The six seven-star swords were once again dazzling with silver light at this moment.
He turned his head and looked at the strong old man. The strong old man actually made two scabbards out of two long pieces of wood.
This also makes Leng Buyu quite puzzled.
Leng Buyu naturally knew that this strong old man would not make two scabbards for no reason. Looking at the length of the two scabbards, they matched his black and white swords.
But how could this strong old man suddenly think of making a new scabbard for his black and white swords?
Looking at him silently, the strong old man also smiled, with a simple and honest look on his face.
"I don't know if the old guy Yu Jian didn't look carefully at the young master's scabbard, or he has other thoughts. Young Master, the scabbards of your two swords do not match the swords."
The scabbard does not match the sword?
Leng Buyu was even more curious, but at that time, Yan Xiao brought only six seven-star swords, and no scabbards were found on any of them, regardless of length.
Seeing Leng Buyu's confusion, the sturdy old man explained: "It's not that the scabbard doesn't match the size of the sword. It's that the scabbard is not suitable for carrying the sword backwards like the young master."
Hearing what the strong old man said, Leng Buyu became even more curious. His scabbard was not suitable for carrying the sword backwards, so could it be that he had toiled it out so that it would be suitable for him to carry the sword backwards?
The strong old man grinned with an honest expression and handed the scabbard to Leng Buyu. Leng Buyu frowned slightly, took one of the swords, and began to look at it.
The scabbard is ordinary, but there is a small detail. There is a small crack at the opening.
This crack does not appear to be caused by poor skill, but rather seems to be intentional.
Looking at the crack, it seems that it is more thick than the blade. Looking at it, I am even more confused. I don’t know why this strong old man left such a small crack.
But as he thought about it, Leng Buyu couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then he couldn't help but grab the sheath with his left hand, and grabbed the black sword Pojun with his right hand.
Seeing the cold response, the sturdy old man smiled even more happily, stroking his messy beard and nodding frequently.
Leng Buyu tried to insert the sword into the scabbard. The scabbard opened wide and gradually tightened as it went inside.
When the entire sword was put into the scabbard, it was obvious that the scabbard fit perfectly with his black sword Pojun.
This wrapping speed is truly a heavenly craftsmanship.
Leng Buyu looked at the strong old man, his eyes full of admiration.
But this strong old man just smiled and stroked his beard.
After laughing for a while, the strong old man asked coldly: "Young Master, how is this scabbard? Is it more suitable than the previous scabbard of the young master?"
Leng Buyu nodded and said happily: "Senior is really a skilled craftsman in the sky. My brother's skills are already amazing. I didn't expect that senior can make a scabbard that fits the Seven Star Sword so well without using any size."
When the strong old man heard this, he became even more happy: "What are you talking about, young master? But to be fair, the scabbard of the young master's previous sword is already of the highest quality."
Leng Buyu still had a smile on his face and couldn't help but hold the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other.
When the right hand holding the hilt of the sword moved slightly, he couldn't help but frown.
After being silent, he finally discovered the heresy. In the eyes of this strong old man, it was like a baby who finally discovered a piece of braised pork buried under the white rice.
And this piece of braised pork is the highlight of this bowl of rice.
"Young Master, why don't you put the sword on your back and try to draw it."
Leng Buyu listened, and even though he didn't understand, he still did it.
He put the sword behind his back, and then touched the hilt with his right hand. The feeling was the same as before. But when Leng Buyu slowly pulled out the sword, and when the sword was pulled out of the scabbard, the blade scratched the inner wall of the scabbard.
The feeling is slightly different.
But what's different, I can't explain clearly in a few sentences.
When the sword blade was about to be withdrawn, Leng Buyu couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and he truly understood the mystery of that small opening.
The sword has been unsheathed, but this time it is unsheathed, but it is extremely smooth. When the sword is backed upside down, there will be a slight pause at the last knock when the sword is unsheathed.
But this time, it was done in one go.
"Hahaha, young master, now you understand, old man, why did I go out of my way to open a small mouth?"
The strong old man grabbed another scabbard and looked at the work he had created in a short while, his eyes filled with pride.
But there was something added to this pride, like a reminiscence of the past.
"The sword is carried backwards. Because the sword is drawn from the bottom, the tip of the sword is bound to be stuck when it is unsheathed. This cannot be overcome by hand speed and skill. However, such a small gap can be solved.
this problem."
The strong old man handed the scabbard to Leng Buyu. Leng Buyu took the scabbard and then replaced the previous scabbard.
The two swords were sheathed, and Leng Buyu slowly grasped the black and white swords on the left and right with both hands.
Accompanied by the sound of "噌" overlapping like a dragon's roar, the two swords were unsheathed.
As the two swords were unsheathed, Leng Buyu's eyes were full of surprise.
He was actually a few minutes faster just now.
Leng Buyu looked at the two swords in his hands and was ecstatic. If he could use these scabbards to fight with my grandson Hayato again, then his sword-drawing speed would definitely be inferior to that of my grandson Hayato.
This strong old man is smiling, but his smile is a bit sad.
Leng Buyu caught a glimpse of the sadness on the strong old man's face from the corner of his eye, and looked over with confusion.
The strong old man looked at himself indifferently, but also smiled awkwardly, and explained: "People, once you get older, it is easy to recall the past, which will inevitably make you sad. Old man, I can't help but feel sad when I look at the heroic appearance of the young master.
It reminds me of the general’s demeanor in the past.”
After hearing this, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown. The more people from Shenjifang compared him with General Han of the past, the more curious he became, who is General Han?
But no matter how peerless General Han is, he is not a figure of this era after all. These people in Shenjifang may have really followed General Han, but Leng Buyu has never seen him. No matter how much, it is just a conjecture.
So, it's better not to think about it anymore.
"Young Master, old man, I will paint the scabbard first, and then trace the pattern..."
Before the strong old man finished speaking, Leng Buyu waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter if it's a sword or a scabbard, as long as it's easy to use, there's no need to stick to appearance."
Hearing what Leng Buyu said, the strong old man nodded again with satisfaction and said: "Young Master's temperament is indeed that of a general."
Leng Buyu couldn't help but smile awkwardly. Although it was awkward, he still couldn't say much.
"Senior, I still have some things to do, so I'm leaving now."
Listening to the cold silence and wanting to leave, this strong man
Although the old man was a little reluctant to give up, he still nodded. He opened the door of the small shop without any intention of blocking it.
After leaving the door, Leng Buyu bowed with his fists in hand again and said nothing more.
Watching Leng Buyu leave, the strong man sighed again. But then, a rather vulgar smile appeared on that old face.
He was curious about what kind of stunning girl could make the young master pregnant.
But as I think about it, I can't help but feel sad.
The word love is both joyful and sad.
There are indeed many heroines and fairies in the world today. What's more, the Xishi List is a good thing. However, compared to General Han's time, compared to the women General Han likes, today's women are really pale in comparison.
For example, the Peach Blossom Fairy of that generation was unparalleled in the world in terms of her beauty and talented medical skills.
Another example is Baiyun Fairy, who has an unknown origin. Her beauty is stunning, but her swordsmanship is unparalleled.
Also, the powerful master, the charming little princess who made it hard for her to tell everything, but she cut off her hair and became a nun in order to seek the unity of the world.
Who did General Han like, why did he give up, and ended up alone? How do those who followed him comment?
Leng Buyu has gone far away. He has indeed fallen in love with a girl, but he has no way of knowing what this girl means to him.
This contemporary swordsman suddenly wanted to drink, and he wanted to drink the wine heated by the beauty. He also wanted to watch people dancing, and watch the beauty dance like a peacock.
That's all, that's all, let's go north first and complete what others have entrusted us to do.
After leaving without saying a word, another person walked out of the small shop of Shenjifang.
It was the skinny boy from the West. At the moment, he was not holding the little white kitten with one of its front paws missing in his arms. Instead, his wrists were wrapped with two strips of dark brown cloth.
When the sturdy old man saw Huidong coming out, he looked over with a smile on his face and said, "Little brother, are you going out?"
Huidong nodded and replied: "Go to Lincheng and bring someone to Banfeng City to meet him. His..."
Seeing that Huidong was a little hesitant in his words, it seemed as if he shouldn't tell who he wanted to bring from Lincheng to Hancheng, and who he wanted to bring this person to.
After hearing this, the strong old man laughed, waved his hand and said: "No problem, no problem, what you should do should be done earlier. Don't waste your time just because you are young."
Although Huidong didn't understand why the strong old man said this, he still nodded.
"By the way, little brother, do you have any money on you?"
Hearing Qiancai, Huidong was slightly startled, then lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
Seeing Huidong like this, the strong old man couldn't help but laugh. After laughing, the strong old man took out a small bag from his arms and handed it to Huidong.
Seeing this strong old man, Hui Dong took out the money without any explanation. Looking at the money bag, there should be a lot of money in it. Hui Dong didn't know how to react for a moment.
Seeing Huidong's slightly embarrassed expression, the strong old man burst out laughing again and said, "Since my little brother is a sword master, it's just a little bit of silver as payment, so feel free to take it."
After all, this strong old man was too enthusiastic, and Huidong didn't know how to refuse, so he accepted the bag of money.
Not long after Huidong left, a charming woman in colorful clothes stopped him.
Huidong looked up and saw that it was a woman, so he couldn't help but handed over the money bag in his arms.
This charming woman in colorful clothes is naturally a member of Jia Daguan, Die Zhijiao. Seeing Huidong's action, Die Zhijiao couldn't help but wonder, and asked: "What are you doing to give your sister money all of a sudden? My sister gambles, but she never asks about the little doll.
Want money."
Unexpectedly, Huidong shook his head, took out a silver note from his arms and handed it to Di Zhijiao, saying: "This is what the old man in the blacksmith shop gave me for payment. Help me return it to him." The Marquis said
, you can’t owe anyone a favor.”
Di Zhijiao looked at the thousand-tael banknote, opened her eyes wide, and said, "Xiao Huidong, the interest you are offering is too high."