Seeing Zhang Baoren come in, the old man immediately got up and greeted him, "Master Zhang is here, please sit down quickly."

Then, while pulling Zhang Baoren over and pressing him on the seat, he said, "You are here just right. Let's have a good talk about Gan Jiang and Mo Ye today.

Do you think it is because of piety? Or passion? Or infatuation? I am always confused."

People of this era don’t know anyone among the neighbors, and Zhang Baoren’s Taoist temple and this blacksmith shop are also quite famous, so they naturally know each other.

The old man's surname is Zhao, and he doesn't know his specific name. Everyone calls him Blacksmith. He is the owner of this blacksmith shop and the best craftsman in this shop.

The familiarity between the two is that when Zhang Baoren was fighting the sword, he discovered that this old man loved sword training and always wanted to make a peerless sword.

So I told him some stories about swords. There are some other ones that I have heard of and blown up very mysteriously, but I don’t know whether it is true or false.

It was just a chat, but I didn't expect that Old Man Zhao was so concerned, and I didn't expect that he would really make some tricks come out.

Because of this fate, the two became friends with age.

However, seeing that he was almost infatuated, Zhang Baoren dared not talk nonsense again, so as not to make any big mistakes again.

So he said, "Forget it, Moye or something. Isn't it useless to throw a pig in last time?

These things are written for the sake of grief and infatuation. It’s okay to listen to a story, so don’t really believe it.”

"Hehe..." Old Man Zhao smiled, changed the subject, and asked Zhang Baoren, "Are you here today..."

"I came here to see if you have any of you who have ever used the front line." Zhang Baoren replied.

The Kaifeng he mentioned here means seeing blood. Old Man Zhao obviously heard what he meant and asked in surprise.

"Have you opened the front?"

"What do you want this kind of thing?"

"Household."

"Hehe..." Old Man Zhao's laughter obviously did not believe in the words of Taoist priests buying weapons to save the house, but he didn't say anything.

After thinking for a while, he said to Zhang Baoren, "Come with me."

Then he led Zhang Baoren into the back door of the shop. The backyard was a larger casting room than in front, with more than a dozen naked people working inside with water all over the body.

Old man Zhao took Zhang Baoren through these people and entered a separate room.

There was a large fire in the room with a unique shape, which was continuously transmitting heat waves to the surroundings, and the temperature was obviously much higher than outside.

Even Zhang Baoren felt a sense of uncontrollable heat in this room at this time.

Through the red flame, you can also vaguely see an iron bar in the furnace.

This is the sword-casting room of Old Man Zhao.

Zhang Baoren, who had been here more than once, just glanced at the stove and looked at the row of long swords of various shapes hanging on the wall.

Old Man Zhao stretched out his hand and slowly slid over the long swords, finally selected one of them, took them off and handed them to Zhang Baoren.

"The ancient sword left by the previous dynasty has been on the battlefield. I don't know whether it is beneficial or unfavorable, but the murderous aura is soaring into the sky, which will definitely meet your needs."

Zhang Baoren took it with both hands and saw that this piece was one arm long, with a wide palm, with no trace on the surface, and there were many gaps that popped out on the blade.

Judging from the appearance alone, it has no characteristics, it can only be called ugly.

But Zhang Baoren looked at the three corpses and felt a strong and cold murderous intent coming from the broken sword, which made people afraid.

"Good sword." Zhang Baoren said excitedly.

"Of course it's a good sword." The old man said with some smugness and a little distressed, "When I brought you to my sword-making room, I knew you would definitely have the idea of ​​hitting me and other treasures."

His eyes swept across the swords hanging on the wall, with satisfaction and piety in his eyes, but he finally sighed, "But no matter how good these things are, they are not mine."

"But sooner or later I will refine a peerless sword that truly belongs to me."

As he said that, his eyes moved to the burning stove, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

Zhang Baoren held the broken war sword and asked guiltily, "How much does this thing cost?"

But the old man didn't answer him, but waved his hand and shouted impatiently, "Get out, get out..."

Zhang Baoren hurriedly smiled and thanked him, then hugged the broken sword and quickly left.

This time I went to the underworld to become a naturalized person, bought all the spices I could buy, and got a sword that could save the house. The task I came out today was successfully completed.

Old man Zhao didn't believe it, but Zhang Baoren was really a housekeeper with a sword.

From Lei Mingchun, he learned that there are at least some things that the killed objects can dislike ghosts.

Zhang Baoren, who has already learned about the real world, took advantage of this battle sword that could live in the house for the sake of his sense of security and in order to have a safe sleep.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, he left the Zhao family.

The Zhao family is next to Taiping Street, and there are shops on one side, doing rice, flour, grain and oil business. Behind the shop is a large yard that can accommodate dozens of people, which really explains what wealth and comfort are.

"Immortal Heavenly Lord, bah..."
Chapter completed!