The ironworks workshop is leaning against the river, and there is a water truck rotating. I don’t know what the principle is. Maybe it’s the impact of the artificial small waterfall!

The small workshop is not big, and there is no curling smoke rising from the cooking stove, nor does it linger in the sound of iron storm around you. It is like a quiet summer resort, which is very suitable for living in this world. Those who like quiet life must like it here very much;

While approaching this small workshop, Han Wen fainted the fragrance and opened the yard door, a sturdy black earth dog stretched out his head in the doghouse not far away and looked at Han Wen's eyes. Then... he drooped his head, stuck out his tongue, adjusted his posture, closed his eyes and went to sleep;

Goubuli? I really think I'm a stinky dog ​​shit! Even Tiangou dares to despise a certain family? Han Wen raised his eyebrows and was angry at that time;

"I wonder what the purpose of my brother is here?" Under the willow tree in the yard, a man covering his face with a palm fan lying on the rocking chair and said slowly: "If it is to build a weapon, then please ask Gao Ming! The shop does not make contraband!"

The Jianghu has always been a force that is free from the jurisdiction of the court. Over the years, the bloody turmoil in the Jianghu has not only caused many large-scale casualties, but also caused many ordinary people to be affected;

The court has always wanted to rectify the martial arts world in the martial arts world, but it has no better way. In addition, there is no time to take care of them? So there is a ban on the creation of weapons, which can be regarded as restricting the martial arts world in the martial arts world from another perspective;

Little do they know that there are policies from the top and countermeasures from the bottom. Some martial arts sects own workshops for forging weapons, so how can the court resist? After all, farm tools and other daily necessities are common items. In order to support their families, the workshop does not take on some work of forging weapons behind their backs?

"Business people do not have the reason to push customers out? What's more, I'm not here to build a sword, I just want someone to help create a snail!" Han Wen was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Don't the store owner get up to greet him? This is not a way to entertain guests!"

The man lying on the rocking chair stretched out his hand, which had been thin and took away the palm fan, slowly got up from the rocking chair, revealing an old face. This was an old man about sixty years old, with silver hair all over his head, and was serious: "Awl? Awl can kill people!"

Han Wen was not angry: "You can kill people with a kitchen knife! You can kill people even if you are an iron pot! Even a willow tree can kill people! Old man, you are obsessed with it! Some things don't need to be so persistent, you can't change anything, and you can't even change yourself. It's better to go with the flow and be your real self!"

The old man's face was still so serious, his eyes were sharp, and he carried his hands on his back, saying, "You are too murderous, but your martial arts are not very good. Either you are a big man who has been in a high position for a long time or a wise demon. Only these two types of people can determine the life and death of more people!"

"So--what now?", Korean restrained his breath and lucked with the "Sitting and Forgotten Heart Sutra";

"Huh? It's weird! It's weird!" The old man muttered a few times, looked at Han Wen a few times, and said, "I used to be wandering around the world for a while. Although I haven't made any name and my martial arts are also very loose, I have a special ability, which is to judge a person's good or evil, and I can sense the hidden aura on a person's body!

For example, when you first came, your steps were very fast, your murderous aura had not yet been restrained, and your bloody aura was very heavy. I didn’t want to build weapons for you, and it was a terrible thing to hand over the weapon to a devil. Now it seems... I’m out of my mind! There is no trace of murderous aura on you, but instead I give me a feeling of spring breeze. It’s really weird!”

"That's your own subjective judgment. No one can judge others' right or wrong, so do you! Old man, don't be too self-righteous. Living like that is too tiring!" Han Wen laughed and said, "Can you forge an awl for me now?"

"Yes!", the old man bowed: "I wonder what kind of awl you want to create? What size?"

Han Wen bowed his hand and said, "Mr. Lu, is it okay to call you like this? I want to create a three-foot-long awl! It's better to have a little finger as thick as it is. The flexibility of the awl must be good. Forget it, I'll draw a picture for you!"

This is not what awl is creating, it is clearly creating a murder weapon! Mr. Lu has been engaged in the blacksmith industry for decades, so how could he not hear what Han Wen wants to create? It’s just a sword. But this young man made a tactful statement with his face;

Picking up a willow branch, Korean painted a picture on the ground and explained: "It is best to use a log for the handle of the awl. The sheath should also be used. It is best to make it look like a stick with a sharp point, and it must be sharp and the body. It must be made into such a triangle, and each section must have a groove..."

After looking carefully for a while, Mr. Lu stared at Han Wen tightly and said, "Are you sure you are not a bad person? I have never seen such a traumatic weapon before! I suddenly stabbed it in and the blood flowed continuously, which was extremely difficult to heal!"

"Haha! Old man, how can I ask others in person if they are bad people? Even if I am a bad person, should I admit it loudly, or write a slogan on my face that I am a bad guy?" Han Wen shook his head and laughed: "Don't worry, I have never been a person who will not offend me, and I will not offend others. I am a soldier... I am also used to defend myself when walking in the world!"

"Okay, I hope you are not that kind of person!" Mr. Lu sighed: "I'm afraid that if I don't build it for you, it will cause trouble, so I'd better fulfill your wish! I'll add a hundred taels of silver to you to create the iron outside the sky, and I'll get it in three days!"

"Tsk tsk! One hundred taels of silver! It's really expensive! Okay! Pay it to you first, make it simple, don't be too gorgeous, and be eye-catching! Low-key, and low-key!";

Han Wen took out the money readily. Old Master Lu was not polite, so he took it and walked to the small workshop. He took off his clothes while walking. The man in his sixties actually had a toned muscle, which was not as thin as he seemed on the surface;

"Hey, what do you care about? This guy is not a liar, right? It's mysterious!" Han Wen regretted after giving the silver. He couldn't use so much money to buy a sword, right? Now, there's not much money. Dozens of taels of silver are really not enough for him to spend money;

Keep making money! Silver is the king!

The town at night looked particularly beautiful, with candlelight lit up. The most famous local Yuanwailang took advantage of the tigress at home and secretly ran out without even taking the servants to steal the fish. "Ye Lai Xiang" new top girl Shui Zhuer was the object he had always admired. Yesterday was a good one, if it weren't for the fierce and evil...

"Yo! What a coincidence! Fatty!"

A greeting sounded in Yuanwailang's ears. Yuanwailang's body suddenly stiffened, his big head turned stiffly, and he made a cracking sound. His fat face wanted to laugh and cry, and he was confused: "Okay... What a coincidence!"

Han, who was dressed in a beggar dress, smiled and took the fat man to a small alley not far away, and said kindly: "Do you want me to do it yourself, or...?"

"I understand! I understand!" The fat man hurriedly started to untidy his clothes, and then he made more than 100 taels of silver in pieces. It seemed that he had learned from yesterday's experience and did not bring so much money on him;

Han Wen looked up and down at the fat man, holding a very thick wooden stick in his hand, and waved it casually, piercing through the earthen wall: "I have some special abilities, that is, who has money and who has no money, I can tell at a glance that you lied to me yesterday, and I won't care about you. If you dare to lie to me again today, I will really break your legs, plus the 'calves'!"

Another one with special abilities!

Under Han's gaze, the fat man clamped his legs into his arms, his expression flashed, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said, "It's really gone! My tigress doesn't give me so much money at all, I stolen these!"

Han Wen was just calling him, and now he seemed quite a bit of a trap. After walking around the fat man twice, Han Wen patted his head: "Don't you take it out yet? I'm going to do it!"

"Don't-! Master! You are really my dear grandpa! You can see what you hide in the hair crown! I am convinced! I will give it to you, and you will give it to you! Can you discuss it, don't hit me? I'm afraid it hurts!" The fat man took off his hair crown with a sad face, and took out all his silver notes like his own mother when he died;

There are so many good guys, a total of thousands of taels. Han Wen grinned. His movement just now was also unintentional. It seems that this is true. He put the silver notes in his pocket with satisfaction. Han Wen walked away, took a few steps, and retreated again;

"You dare to fool me! Although my motto has always been to only seek wealth and not hurt others, this time, I have to teach you some lessons!"

Two hours later, the fat man who was tied up and hung up was rescued. He took off the blockage in his mouth and let out a tragic scream, as if he was accusing someone of his crime!

I have paid for it, what else do I want? It’s okay to hang it up, but why do I stuff my mouth with socks?

"Ye Lai Xiang", the top girl Shui Zhuer combed her black hair in front of the bronze mirror and sighed repeatedly. Suddenly, the door opened and someone came in. She said without turning her head: "I understand, mom, I will go down soon!"

"No need to go down, prepare bath water for me! Good wine and good food are greeting!"

It seemed as if yesterday, Shui Zhuer covered her mouth in disbelief and was a little inexplicably excited. After a long time, she couldn't speak. After a long time, she said: "Why do you always wear this outfit - beggar's uniform?"

"What do you know? Beggars earn more than you! They are starving to death, hurry up!" Han Wen rolled his eyes and said disdainfully;

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