"Huh, it's so hot. This tastes good. I haven't had such good barbecue for a long time." Zhao She exhaled and said. At the same time, he also attracted the attention of Zhao Jin and Mo Xiezi who were looking at each other.
"Oh, grandpa, why are you in a hurry? If you want to eat, my grandson will bake it for you." Zhao Jin quickly helped Zhao She find a place to sit down, and at the same time looked at Mo Xiezi and asked: "Grandpa, your guest
?”
"Oh, I forgot about this. Mr. Mo, come and see, this is my useless grandson, Zhao Jin. He was only 6 years old when you left. He was still young at that time, so you may not remember
He is here." Zhao She pointed at Zhao Jin and introduced him to Mo Xiezi.
"Young Master, Mo Xiezi is polite." Mo Xiezi saluted.
"Hello, Grandpa Mo. I'm here to meet Zhao Jin." Although Zhao Jin doesn't know who this Mo Xiezi is yet, he has to be polite to someone who has such a close relationship with Grandpa.
"Hey, Mr. Mo, why are you so polite to this little brat? Come on, come on, call the eagle. It's been a long time since our brothers got together to have barbecue. Jin'er, today you show off your skills to grandpa and let us
Let’s have a taste of your craftsmanship.” Zhao She shouted quickly.
Zhao Jin was speechless. He used to make barbecue by himself, but now he became a chef. Zhao Jin nodded and agreed. He found a place to sit down and started grilling new meat skewers. Jiang Ling and Xia Lu were waiting.
People began to prepare firewood and put on new meat skewers.
Mo Xiezi sat next to Zhao She. Jiang Hong left for a while, and soon came back with the eagle in a black cloak. The eagle felt excited again when he met Mo Xiezi, and then he and Jiang Hong also sat on the floor.
Mo Xiezi ate the meat skewers and looked at Zhao Jin. He found that this child had almost microscopic control over the fire. Almost no skewer of the meat that Zhao Jin grilled was mushy, and each skewer was grilled just right, and the heat was perfectly controlled.
Mo Xiezi would not believe that a dignified little marquis would practice barbecue since he was a child, so either this child was born with a sense of fire, or someone had taught him.
When Mo Xiezi thought of the sword that appeared in the Shenbing Hall, he naturally thought of a master casting master hidden in Zhao Mansion, but he couldn't understand why he couldn't feel this master? Logically speaking, Zhao Jin
If he studied under that master, then that master should be in this courtyard, but except for a few people here, he felt the aura of servants.
Zhao She naturally knew that Mo Xiezi was exploring the courtyard, but he didn't know how to speak. Could it be that the person he told Mo Xiezi that he was looking for was the kid who was grilling meat in front of him? Even if he told Mo Xiezi, he probably wouldn't believe it. Zhao She
While meditating, they chewed the barbecue. Seeing this, Jiang Hong and Yingying didn't say anything, and each ate the barbecue in their hands. The atmosphere suddenly became dull.
When Mo Xiezi saw this, he didn't want to drag it on any longer. He went straight to the point and asked Zhao Jin: "Young Master, I wonder who made the weapon in your hand yesterday? Can Mo Xiezi pay homage to this expert?"
"Master?" Zhao Jin stopped and looked at Zhao She with a blank expression. Zhao She shook his head slightly, his meaning was very clear, and I didn't say anything. Zhao Jin also understood and said quickly: "Grandpa Mo,
You are mistaken, there are no experts here."
"It's impossible. The sword yesterday was obviously made by a famous craftsman. Without decades of experience, it couldn't have been successfully cast. Is there any inconvenience for the young master? Mo Xiezi just wanted to communicate with the expert and had no other intention.
I hope the young master can pass the news on my behalf. Mo is very grateful." After saying that, Mo Xiezi stood up again to salute.
"No, no, no, no, Grandpa Mo, if you do this, it will shorten my life." Zhao Jin quickly stopped him and looked to his grandfather Zhao She for help. But Zhao She actually ate the meat and looked at the sky, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Attitude. Zhao Jin knew that his grandfather had made it clear that he would not interfere in this matter, which meant that he could confess some things to Mo Xiezi.
Although Zhao Jin doesn't know who Mo Xiezi is now, the person who can gain such trust from Zhao She must have an extraordinary relationship. Thinking of this, Zhao Jin smiled and said: "Grandpa Mo, I won't hide it from you. That knife is
Boy, I cast it."
"Huh?" Mo Xiezi was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhao Jin, and suddenly laughed and said: "Young master, don't make fun of me anymore, not to mention whether you know how to cast, even your identity doesn't match. Yes.
I know that you can't get out of the job of blacksmithing in three to five years. How can you, a majestic prince, do such hard work?" Mo Xiezi wouldn't believe it to death. Zhao Jin, with his status, would do it.
He had to do such hard work, not to mention that he was Zhao She's only grandson.
Zhao Jin knew that Mo Xiezi would not believe it, so he did not refute anything. He just walked to the pile of iron blocks and picked up one. Mo Xiezi had a unique vision and could see what Zhao Jin was holding at a glance, "This is? Wu Zhi
Iron?" Zhao She and others also stood up. They didn't notice this pile of iron just now. It turned out to be Wu Zhi Iron, which had long ceased production.
"Bad boy, where did you get these mines?" Zhao She asked when he saw hundreds of pieces of Wuzhi iron here. Now the Wuzhi mines are basically owned by the royal family and cannot be traded by the private sector. It is impossible to have so many mines.
Bought from outside.
"Grandpa, I will tell you this later. You can rest assured that my grandson has not done anything to apologize to the Zhao family." Zhao Jin didn't want his grandfather to know about the underground secret tunnel yet.
"Elders, I am showing off my shame here. But please elders can keep the secret for me. Smelting!" After Zhao Jin finished speaking, a huge phoenix pattern appeared on the soles of his feet. A ball of black fire burned the crow in his hand.
Wrapped with iron blocks.
"Is this a fighting spirit skill?" Although Zhao She knew that Zhao Jin had such a fighting spirit skill, it was the first time he, Jiang Hong and others saw Zhao Jin perform it in front of him. Mo Xiezi was excited when he saw this fighting spirit skill.
His eyes were shining, and he never expected to encounter such a thing in his lifetime.
I saw the Wuzhi iron block in Zhao Jin's hand constantly changing shape and shape in the black flames. Gradually, the shape of a machete gradually took shape. Zhao Jin finally shouted: "Jiangling, water!" A stream of water!
The cold air hit, Zhao Jin withdrew the black fire, and saw a burst of water vapor rising, and a gleaming machete was completed in Zhao Jin's hand.
Zhao Jin held the machete in both hands, handed it to Mo Xiezi and said, "Grandpa Mo, look, did this guy lie to you?"
Mo Xiezi quickly took the machete, looked at it carefully, knocked and stroked it for a while, nodded and praised: "Young Master really hides his secrets, Mo Xiezi looked down on it, he underestimated it." Zhao
This move Jin showed really convinced Mo Xiezi.
Zhao She and others also gathered around. Zhao She quickly danced with the knife twice and said happily: "Not bad, not bad, grandson, I will cast one for your other elders now. This knife is good!"
Jiang Hong and Yingying looked at the sword with excitement. Who among the soldiers doesn't love weapons?
Zhao Jin spread his hands and said helplessly: "Grandpa, please spare me. My current fighting spirit can only support me to cast two handfuls a day. If I want to cast more, I will not be able to cast more unless someone can guide me." Zhao Jin was worried about this matter.
Now, if no one guides me in the cultivation of fighting spirit, I can only explore in the dark.
When Mo Xiezi heard what Zhao Jin said, he asked without hesitation: "Young Master, would you like to become my disciple?"