The farmer snorted stubbornly: "So many years of experience tell me that there is no such thing as a pie in the sky. As a man who stands upright, you have to create opportunities yourself."
After hearing this, Master Xu couldn't help but look at this unruly boy with admiration. Could it be that he was so ambitious under his unimproved appearance? Master Xu asked, "I'm curious, how do you create opportunities?"
"Don't you know how to forge swords? Could you please help me make a perfect sword for me? I'll practice it for a few days and nights. I'll defeat Gao Jianli first and attract the attention of Sister Xue Nu."
"Is it really easy?"
The farmer didn't hear the implication of Master Xu's words, and said happily: "You also think I can do it?"
"...This, of course." Master Xu didn't bother to attack this ignorant boy, and said doubtfully: "Forging swords requires unique natural conditions, and the farm area can be said to have this innate advantage.
, the stream water in early spring is sweet, cold and clear, which is conducive to metal quenching. I consider myself a very good swordsmith, but it is not enough to make a unique sword. What is more important is to have a high-quality, rare and precious sword.
Ore, but such a thing is hard to come by!"
"You can ask for it," the farmer immediately argued, "There is a farm sword tomb ten miles away, located in the crater. Although there has been a lot of trouble there recently and there have been many broken swords in the past, one thing is very worthy of recognition.
It's just a big white stone found in the karst. It stays in the boiling karst all year round, and the whole body is shining with white luster. The grandson knows that the thing is absolutely extraordinary, but he can't do anything about it. You have boasted so much about yourself, it's not as good as you.
Go and give it a try. If you can make a peerless sword for me, I will be very grateful."
"There really is such a thing." When he heard about the rare material, Mr. Xu, who was obsessed with making swords, his eyes lit up, and he subconsciously thought of Zhijing White Ore. "White? Glossy? It won't melt in lava?"
"Why am I lying to you? If you don't believe me, go see it yourself. After reading it, you can weigh it and see if you are capable of handling it."
"So, that's really God's blessing." Master Xu's expression was calm, but no one could see how boiling the blood in his veins was. If that legendary mineral really existed, no! He had seen such things.
I’ve never seen it before, so don’t believe this kid’s words. After a while, Master Xu asked with a slightly contemptuous and serious tone: “A kid like you must have many friends!”
The farmer's heart moved, and he felt a surge of sadness, but the next moment he said happily: "I have no friends, but I have brothers, several?"
"You are brothers with animals?" Master Xu was not surprised. With his personality, no one would want to talk to him. But after all, his mind is not yet mature and he always needs playmates around him. If it is an animal, then that's okay.
That makes sense.
"What? Isn't it possible?"
"This is the first time I've heard of this!" No wonder, there is always a strong wildness about him, like the result of staying with animals for a long time, right?
When he turned around and saw a person, he asked the farmer seriously: "The grandson you just mentioned, do you specifically refer to Mr. Manzhong?"
The farmer said loudly without thinking: "Who else is there besides him? This grandson..." As soon as the words came out, a brisk and tenacious pace was vaguely visible. The farmer's face turned pale, and then he spoke in a very coherent manner.
His words continued the unfinished sentence of the first half: "When he grows up, he must be taught to respect his amiable uncle, my beloved elder brother, what do you think?" The farmer slowly turned his head.
, seeing that face that I have been very familiar with since I was a child and wanted to slap him in the face, "Boss?"
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't help but tremble, and there was infinite fear on his face. Then he glared at Master Xu sideways and cursed softly: "Smelly old man, you didn't remind me on purpose, ha! From now on,
You are my enemy No. 2." Seeing Master Xu's unapologetic smile with narrowed eyes, the farmer was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
The person he and Master Xu saw was a very young face with a gentle and warm smile. His eyes were very special, bright, and extraordinarily profound. He only briefly
He shouted: "Farmer".
The farmer became humble and asked, "What are your orders, boss?"
"Have I ever told you that it is degrading to argue with others? How about this party?" Mang Zhong's face was friendly and his tone was slow, but it was enough to pose a terrifying threat to the farmers.
"It was the old man who made the mistake first, um... this..." The farmer hesitated after being threatened, and finally said the words "no eating tonight".
“What should we do if we speak ill of people behind their backs and talk about right and wrong?
"Not allowed to eat a meal".
Mang Zhong asked earnestly: "Farmer, do you think that I, as an elder brother, am irresponsible? Every time you are punished, you are not allowed to eat, but you never let yourself get hungry every time."
The farmer forced a smile and said: "How come, you are so responsible, ah no, I mean you are actually very interesting." When he said this, in fact, he had already put a heavy emphasis on every sentence in his heart.
The word "no".
"You can eat on time tonight."
"Is it true?", the farmer thought to himself. Either one of the tendons of this mangzhong was out of place today, or his conscience made him realize that he should never abuse his brothers again. Just when he was immersed in such beautiful expectations, the mangzhong came again.
He said: "After dinner, will you copy these four articles when you go to work as a farmer, take charge of the land, and debate as a debater?"
"What?" the farmer shouted almost as if he had collapsed. "Aren't you being too cruel for asking me to write?" This was a troublesome task that he would rather die than do. He would rather skip four meals.
"If you have any objections, then..."
"Okay," the farmer interrupted him suddenly and wisely. The young man pursed his lips and had a look of grievance on his face that made him want to cry without tears.
"Are you touched?"
"If we, my father and mother, had known anything, I would have been so moved when I saw you caring for your brothers like this." After he finished speaking, he thought in his heart: If you, my father and mother, are really souls in heaven, then come and comfort me quickly.
Comfort the child, and take the grandson away with him, so that the poor child can escape from his clutches as soon as possible.
"Can I leave?" the farmer asked angrily. When he saw Mang Zhong nodding, he glared at Master Xu, conveyed his warning with his eyes, and then walked away in a puff of smoke.
After Xu Master and Mang Zhong nodded to each other, they said: "I had a great chat with my brother today and found out that he has many shining points that have been ignored by others. If he cultivates them carefully, I believe he will make a difference in the future."
Mang Zhong raised his head and sighed helplessly, "With such a happy and understanding brother, my fate treats me well, but it is difficult for me to live up to my wishes."
"It's not like this for each of us. I learned about the white stone in the sword tomb from the farmer's brother. I don't know." Master Xu felt rude just after he spoke, and immediately added: "I mentioned this matter as an outsider.
I'm sorry."
The friendly Mangzhong did not mean to blame him, and said calmly: "Mr. Xu is serious. I feel ashamed to say that my ability is limited. Although I have gone through several years of thinking and twists and turns, I can't refine the thing. I have undoubtedly humiliated myself.
It belongs to the value of its existence. Now it is lucky enough to meet Mr. Xu and Mr. Ge. It is truly a match made in heaven."
"So?" Manzhong generously gave up the rare material, and Master Xu could no longer conceal his beating heart.
At night, Thief Zhi, who was drowsy in bed, turned over and saw Master Xu in the same room, tossing and turning on the bed. This behavior was different from usual, so he yawned and asked: "Old Xu, what are you doing?"
"Thinking about something".
"Thinking about something? You used to sleep very honestly. You never thought about things, let alone tossing and turning. Today is really strange." Speaking of this, the unruly Tao Zhi easily thought of a poem in the Book of Songs. He pillowed
He shook his head, nodded and said with a smile: "I understand!"
"What do you unserstand?"
"I can't get what I want. I'm sleeping so hard and thinking about it. I'm leisurely and leisurely. I'm tossing and turning. Have you fallen in love with a little girl?" Pirate Zhi got excited and started to persuade him: "Old Xu, you can't do this. We are guests and we can't attack the farmer's house."
A little girl’s idea!”
"You thief of bones, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"
Thief Zhi wanted to dig deeper for some fun, but Master Xu didn't say a word. Thief Zhi felt that it was boring, so he had to close his eyes and continue his drowsy state.
A bright moon in the sky spread its light to the ground without hesitation, shining through the window on Master Xu's face. He closed his eyes gently, and Mang Zhong's words during the day lingered in his memory.
Go, now it has become deeply ingrained.
"Everyone knows that Master Xu is proficient in the sword-making technology of mining gold and bronze. The swords coming out of your hands are the magic blades that swordsmen in the world dream of. If Master Xu can make it shine with the glory of the sword, then the sword master
It will definitely give it an extraordinary spirit. This arrangement is the final destination of the white stone."
When Mang Zhong said this, Master Xu asked: "Mr. Mang Zhong thought of Mr. Ge. Did he think that Mr. Ge, who used a wooden sword, lacked an indestructible sharp blade?"
"No, today's Sword Master no longer needs sharp murderous weapons. What he lacks are two tough swords that can save and protect important people, allowing a generation of Sword Masters to return to his true power of saving the common people.
I believe that after the Mohist family has experienced many twists and turns, no one will regard Mr. Ge as an outsider anymore. Doesn’t Mo Mei, your Mohist family’s seemingly generous token, implement such a lofty ideal?”
Sword Master, two swords, lofty ideals...
Mr. Xu was enlightened by Mang Zhong's words.
That day in the city, the duel between Ge Nie and Wei Zhuang was vivid in my mind. Ge Nie was undoubtedly one of the most unique and special talents among swordsmen. He could swing the sword with both hands in battle. On that day, Yuan Hong was restrained by the shark's teeth. If he had been there at that time,
There is another sword in Ge Nie's hand, which is enough to subdue Wei Zhuang. If Ge Nie can be equipped with two swords, he will become the most legendary double sword master in thousands of years. The sword master's
The light will shine on the generations. This great thought is like a thunder in the night sky. An octogenarian body and wrinkled face suddenly become radiant. God has been kind to him and allowed him to live again.
Blooming Colors, he never imagined that in his lifetime, he could still feel so proud and be lucky enough to promote such a great and glorious mission.
Master Xu opened his eyes, got up from the bed, opened the door and ran out while putting on his clothes.
The big hammer snored like thunder. When he heard the sound in his ears, he immediately opened his eyes and sat up alertly. When he saw it was Master Xu himself, he immediately relaxed and fell down on the bed, muttering: "Old Xu, how did you get in?"
"Climb the window".
"Did I hear wrongly? You, an old man, climbed through the window?"
"Let's go, I need your big guy to help me." Sledgehammer had never seen his serious and solemn expression before.
Sledgehammer opened his eyes helplessly, patted his forehead, and asked lazily: "Where are you going?"
"To do something earth-shattering and famous forever."