Mrs. Shui Xinzi felt very embarrassed.
It is obvious that people are here to ask for a knife, but they encounter such a thing.
She hurriedly went to prepare for food.
Zuocun and Ryuma stood at the door, looking at the wide and powerful back, waving the forging hammer one by one.
Shui Xinzi was focused on forging steel, but she didn't pay any attention to behind her.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi brought some food, but Zuocun and Ryuma were already completely immersed in this scene like Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu.
Then all these foods were eaten by Miss Aaron.
Just like that, Masaji Mizuko, completely ignored other things.
All your heart was to wield the forging hammer, occasionally stop and continue to heat the jade steel, and then continue to swing the hammer.
Miss Aaron fell asleep hanging on Ryuma's back, while Zuocun and Ryuma were standing behind Masaji Mizuko.
The sky was getting dark and my legs were numb.
Zuomura looked at Masaji Mizuko, who was still waving the hammer and sighed: "What a strong physical strength and will."
Forging a knife is definitely a physical job, but you can tell by looking at the muscles of Shui Xinzi.
After all, it takes countless folding times to hit the jade steel, and the weight of the forged hammer is definitely not light.
Mrs. Mizuki stood beside Masaji Mizuki, with worry in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
"After that being said, Zhengji hasn't been so focused on forging a knife for a long time." Shui Xinzi and his wife are not young anymore, but they are still energetic.
She sighed as she looked at her husband's focused look and the pounding that always kept her strength.
She was worried about his condition, but she couldn't bear to disturb him.
She has been with Shui Xinzi for many years and knows how valuable it is to be able to enter such a state for a knife forging maker.
The occurrence of this situation often means that a famous knife is about to come out.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi knew that her husband had been forging a knife for several years and had been pursuing a famous knife in his hands.
She sighed and turned and left.
"Three, why don't you come back tomorrow. It's getting late, I will recommend it tomorrow." Mrs. Shui Xinzi bowed deeply to Zuocun and the other three, "I'm sorry..."
Ryuma Sakamoto helped Madam Mizuki up with a smile: "Madam, you have no need to apologize to us at all. It's better to say that if we can see such a picture, we should thank you instead."
"To be honest." Zuomura stared at Masaji Mizuko's back and sighed slightly, "I feel a little guilty now."
"When I was honing myself, I used a knife to slash the big stones to train, so dozens of swords died." Zuocun stroked the feathers on his waist, "This is how the knife was forged, but I killed many swords..."
"This is wrong!" The voice of Masaji Mizuko's Masaji suddenly rang out.
Except for Miss Aaron who was asleep, the remaining three people looked at the figure wielding hammer.
"The knife has emotions!" He did not stop swinging the hammer, but turned his back to everyone, refuting Zuocun's words, "So, if you are a powerful and enthusiastic master who loves to temper yourself, the knife will be happy even if it dies in your hands!"
"If a person is bad and weak, even a famous knife will cry in the hands of such a person, he will be extremely sad."
"Don't feel guilty about the knife that died in your own hands!"
"That's disrespect for the knife!"
"The knife was forged to hold it tightly in the hands of a certain place, someone, or a powerful swordsman. Whether it is accompanying or dying in the future, it will feel extremely happy."
"A knife is a man!"
"Human birth is for death, but the process in the middle is what needs most embellishment and pride!"
bite!
"The knife is also the same!"
"So, don't pay tribute to the dead sword, but sharpen yourself into the sharpest sword with the power of the sword!"
Ryuma and Zuocun looked at each other.
The two bowed deeply to Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu.
"Thank you, sir for your teaching."
The two looked at each other.
"Madam Shui Xinzi, then, we will go back today." Zuocun said goodbye to Madam Shui Xinzi.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi nodded and sent the three of them to the door.
"Please go slowly, three." She bowed slightly.
Zuocun and Ryuma nodded and left Shui Xinzi's house.
"Sakamoto, how do you think?" Zuomura looked at Ryuma walking beside him.
Ryuma hugged Miss Along, who was asleep in the arms of a princess, and smiled and said to Zuocun: "Eye-opening."
"Seenzawa is right. This Masahisati Mizuko is indeed a weird person." Zuocun looked at the night sky and laughed twice, "Maybe it is because of this weird that he can be called Masahisati Mizuko."
"This is a respectable person." Ryuma nodded and confirmed.
"Ah, there is an izakaya here." Zuomura noticed that there was a bright cottage on the side of the road.
"Buy some wine and go back. Zuocun, are you old enough to drink?" Longma looked at Zuocun, a little suspicious.
When I glanced at it before, I didn’t feel that Zuocun was very young, but after taking a closer look at the moonlight, Longma realized that this swordsman with strong strength and advanced ideas actually looked a little immature.
"Sixteen years old, you can drink." Zuocun smiled slightly.
A while ago, when I was in Rensheng Village, I was pulled by Serizawa Ya and Shinmi Jin and drank too much. After that, Zuocun became curious about things like wine. After that, I would buy some to drink. Over time, I fell in love with drinking some wine occasionally.
Drinking alone under the moon is the best.
Zuocun really couldn't drink the bold way of drinking Serizawa Ya and Shinmijin.
"I'll pay." Ryuma put Miss Along in the air. Miss Along just floated and fell asleep, and walked into the izakaya.
A few minutes later, Longma walked out with two small bottles of sake.
Tonight, it is also destined to be a night where you will sleep very late.
When you meet like-minded people, there will always be many ideas that will communicate with each other.
Although there is not much communication and the way of getting to know each other is strange, they are the same type of people after all.
The difference is that Longma has never killed anyone, nor has he ever thought about killing someone.
Zuocun is a person who thinks you are evil and draws your sword without hesitation.
He knew very well that he was a powerful person. Kondo Shusuke told him that power needs to be restrained, so Zuocun naturally had his own constraints.
He will not draw his sword against the common people. His sword will always have only evil and powerful enemies that must be killed.
While Zuocun and Longma returned to the inn, drinking and exchanging ideas.
Shui Xinzi's house.
bite!
bite!
bite!
Masaji Mizuko was still waving the forging hammer.
He murmured silently.
“5000!”
Chapter completed!