Blacksmith Zhao took off his original gray-white coarse cloth shirt and changed into a wide-sleeved blue-colored suit.

People rely on clothes, and Buddha rely on gold.

Once this dress was worn, it was gone at all the way it used to be as if he could use a hammer to smash the iron at any time. He looked like a gentleman.

The master's blacksmith Zhao said apologetically to the four of them: "I'm really sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

"fine…"

"It doesn't matter."

"It didn't wait long."

The four people who had just said nothing, then they all smiled and shook their heads and waved their hands.

"I should have treated me with Lao Zhao's face and messed around with me."

Blacksmith Zhao opened the door and invited the four people in, explaining: "It was just that because the furnace was closed and the fire was put out, I calculated the time wrong, which made you wait for a while..."

The old monk with a sad face shook his head and smiled, "We have just arrived, so I can't call it a waste of time.

Besides, everyone is friends, so there are not so many rules, and there are some small things that cannot be understood..."

The capable yamen runner also spoke cheerfully, "...How can this sword appreciation conference be said to be a nonsense? Who doesn't know that Zhao Bo's rich swords are the most powerful of the entire Eighth Li City, and most of them are rare treasures."

As he said that, he felt a little curious, "Peerless Sword" that is highly praised by you, an expert, I am looking forward to this sword appreciation conference!"

Blacksmith Zhao waved his hand quickly when he heard this, but the pride on his face could not be melted.

Several people just talked and laughed and walked into the blacksmith shop.

During this period, the scholar who was full of sorrow did not say a word.

Zhang Baoren also followed everyone silently, while seriously looking at everything around him.

...When I passed the shop full of household ironware and familiar with abnormalities, I came to the back hall, and the space became spacious instantly.

The empty house of hundreds of square meters was illuminated by more than a dozen rice paper lanterns on the roof, which was extremely bright, just like during the day.

This was originally a large workshop with more than a dozen stoves burning, and dozens of strong men burning furnaces and making irons here.

But now all the stoves have been extinguished, and two large long wooden boards are laid on the two rows of fires in the middle, covered with red cloth.

It is used as a table and a simple display stand.

On one side, watermelons, grapes, etc. are served in a plate, and some fruits and vegetables are placed neatly together, with some old wine with dirt.

Not very exquisite, but it is better because it is large in quantity and fresh.

On the other side, there are neatly arranged a row of long swords of different shapes at a spacing of half a meter.

Rough, simple, but contains a sense of thought.

At the same time, there was another person waiting here in advance at the sword appreciation conference.

The elementary apprentice, who was dressed a little similar to the old blacksmith, was standing between two long rows of tables waiting, looking at the appearance of a little extravagance.

Seeing a group of people coming in, the little apprentice stepped forward and smiled shyly at the few people.

The four of them nodded kindly.

…

"cough…"

Blacksmith Zhao coughed lightly, attracted everyone's attention, and turned his head to look at the people in turn.

He pondered for a while and said, "I have no wife or children in this life, no name or authority, and it seems pitiful to others.

But for me, it is enough to have a "sword", wine, and you confidants in this life...

God has treated me very well."

It was a bit sad, especially on this happy day today, several people wanted to speak when they heard this, but they were stopped by Zhao Blacksmith.

Then he came to the old monk with a happy and sincere expression, and reached out to the others and said, "This is Master Huigen, the Taoist monk in Bodhi Temple.

At the same time, I am also a good brother who grew up with my bare ass. He practiced Zen, practiced swords, and did not go next to each other. But his life has passed and he has never broken off his relationship."

As he said that, he smiled at Master Huigen and said, "Just count, we brothers have known each other for many years."

“It’s been more than seventy years…”

The old monk Huigen nodded and said, his sad face became much more peaceful.

Two lifelong friends smiled knowingly...

Then Zhao Blacksmith said to the sad and decadent old scholar, "This is Wang Sheng. In order to refine the sword, I found some ancient methods, but I couldn't understand those heavenly books anyway..."

“In the end, he translated it for me.

The two met here.

How old were you at that time? I remember when I was only in my teens."

Wang Sheng finally spoke at this time, "I was thirteen years old at that time... I was nearly thirty years old now."

His voice was very hoarse, like a matte, and his throat became a little rusty after not speaking for a long time.

Zhao Blacksmith said proudly to the others, "Thirteen years old...is amazing. Don't look at him as he is not good at appearance now, but he is a real genius..."

Then he turned his head and patted Wang Sheng on the shoulder and said, "Don't be so decadent, cheer up..."

…

Then he introduced to the sturdy government yamen runner: "This is my nephew, Zhao Tun.

Although my family was in trouble and I didn’t get into any good officials... I was very good at both martial arts and character.

I was entrusted by his father and promised to take care of him, but I didn't help much. I was really untrustful..."

Zhao Tun quickly said, "Brother Zhao, don't say that. You have helped me a lot over the years and taught me a lot of things.

Without you, I probably wouldn't have been able to stand when I was a child, but I wouldn't be today."

"Okay, okay... don't be so self-proclaimed." Zhao Blacksmith smiled and waved his hand, "You, everything is good, I'm quite at ease with you."

The only thing is, how old-fashioned people are, they don’t look like young people at all.”

Zhao Tun smiled bitterly.

Then Zhao Blacksmith said to him in a calm tone: "In life, be open and honest, don't care about anything else..."

As he said that, he came to the elementary apprentice while Zhao Tun was thinking about something.

A pair of iron arms wrapped around the shy apprentice, "Where is my youngest and last disciple.

I picked him up on the street, and then raised him little by little in this blacksmith shop.

It is said that he is a disciple, but in fact it is not much different from his son."

The old blacksmith looked at the primary apprentice with some kindness, then turned his head and smiled at the people: "I am a rough man. Although I have not raised this kid, there is no woman to take care of him.

I really felt sorry for this little guy for more than ten years in this blacksmith shop where all the big men felt uncomfortable.

If I'm gone, you guys will take care of me..."

Several people nodded quickly and said yes.

…

Then Old Man Zhao smiled and pointed at Zhang Baoren, "The last one is Zhang Baoren, Taoist Zhang.

It's a friend of mine who is forgotten.

We have known each other for the shortest time, only two or three years, but we are most acquainted with each other.”

As he said that, he sighed a little regretfully: "If I could be a few years younger, I would have to kill the chicken head and drink blood and wine with you."

Zhang Baoren nodded silently.

…

After introducing everyone, Zhao Blacksmith took off a spiritual seat from the wall inside the red cloth long table...

He hugged it and said to everyone, "This is my master, and he gave me all the skills that I can do today."

"You guys, plus him, are the portrayal of my life..."

At this time, everyone felt something was wrong and uneasy, but they didn't know what to say, so they all became silent.

Seeing this, Zhao Blacksmith said quickly, "... Today is a happy day. I am so excited to recall the past. Don't think about it..."

"I've finished talking nonsense, you guys know each other's names, so let's start! "

"The relationship between men is in this wine."

"Hahaha……"

"Drink, drink..."

A row of small wine pots stained with soil were plucked by, the red cloth block was pulled open, and the strong aroma of wine swayed over the room for a moment...

They are all people with stories and do not act like a little daughter.
To be continued...