I walked around the village several times and asked several people, but they all said they didn't know the sword-making couple, which made the sloppy Taoist priest and I confused.

When I was about to call Sister Hua to confirm, Uncle Huzi suddenly stopped me and said: "Master, stop calling. If you call, Sister Hua may ask us for money again.

We don’t have much left.”

"Can you find out where the couple is without calling?" I asked depressedly.

"I'll give it a try." Uncle Hu Zi smiled at me, a little mysteriously.

At this time, he suddenly stopped an old man passing by and asked: "Uncle, is there a blacksmith shop near this village? I want to make a hoe."

The uncle glanced at Uncle Hu Zi, and said towards the west of the village: "After leaving the village, walk east for about three or four miles, passing through a small forest. There is a house by the lake, and there is a blacksmith shop.

, you go and have a look.”

Uncle Huzi thanked him and came over to us and said, "Let's go to the blacksmith shop and have a look. Maybe there is the person you are looking for."

"Uncle Huzi, are you fainted? We are looking for sword-making experts, why are you looking for a blacksmith?" the sloppy Taoist priest said depressedly.

"Let me ask you, are those who forge swords also forge iron?" Uncle Huzi asked.

The sloppy Taoist priest thought about it carefully, nodded, and said, "That seems to be the case."

Hearing what Uncle Huzi said, I suddenly felt enlightened. I patted Uncle Huzi's arm and said, "Uncle Huzi, you really have two brushes. This blacksmith might be the master swordsmith."

"How do you say this?" The sloppy Taoist priest was still a little confused.

"Lao Luo, think about the brother Liang we met not long ago. Is he a big shot in the world?" I said.

"That's for sure. He and our Master Maoshan are close buddies, so he must be very powerful." He said.

"That's right, such a powerful gangster lives in a small mountain village in Hanzhong, hiding his name. It is estimated that no one in the whole village knows what he does. Only when the village is in danger, Liang

Brother will stand up. Real masters hide their true colors and never show their true colors to others. Those two sword masters will definitely not shout around the village, saying that they are masters of sword making. Ou Yezi's

Do you think this is the principle of passing on people to others?" I asked.

After hearing what I said, the sloppy Taoist priest felt that it made sense and couldn't help but look at Uncle Hu Zi.

Sometimes, Uncle Hu Zi’s strange brain circuit is also very useful.

In our opinion, any advanced swordsmith is a very powerful master, but in Uncle Hu Zi's eyes, he is just a blacksmith.

Things are often that simple.

At that moment, the three of us followed the old man's guidance and walked straight towards the east end of the village.

Not long after walking, I saw a small forest. After passing through the small forest, a quite large courtyard appeared.

There is a wild lake next to the courtyard. It is small and sparkling. There are many wild birds flying around the lake.

The three of us walked to the yard and took a look, and found that it was an ordinary farmer's household. There was a vegetable garden in the yard, and a lot of cucumbers, eggplants and other things were planted.

There are many farm tools, shovels, hoes and other things placed in the corners of the house.

Standing at the door of the yard, we heard the sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, clang" of iron being struck. It seemed that this house was really forging iron.

Uncle Huzi opened the courtyard door directly, shouted in the direction of the house, and said, "Is there anyone at home?"

After a while, a little girl ran out of the house. She was about five or six years old. She was very cute with two braids. She appeared in front of us and said with a smile: "There is someone, who are you looking for?"

"Does your family make iron? I'll ask your adults to make some things." Uncle Huzi said.

"My parents are blacksmithing. Come in." The little girl helped us open the woodworking door and led us towards the blacksmithing room.

When we arrived at the door of the room, we saw a big man with no arms, covered in lumps, dark skin, and a very strong figure. He was holding a hammer in his hand and was hammering a red-hot iron tool. Next to him was

There was a young woman who clamped the red-hot iron on an iron frame, and the couple were working together to strike the iron.

The charcoal fire in the blacksmith's furnace was burning brightly, and the couple was sweating profusely.

Especially that man, the sweat on his forehead kept dripping on the red-hot iron, making a "puff" sound.

I heard Sister Hua say before that the sword-smithing masters were a couple, so they should be these two.

When I took a closer look, I saw that this couple was not ordinary people, and they seemed to be very well-educated.

Seeing the three of us appearing at the door, the man wiped his face with a towel, stopped what he was doing, walked towards us somewhat honestly, and asked: "Guys, what do you want to hit?"

"

"You should be Mr. Qi Yu, right?" I said with a smile.

Hearing me call out his name, the man was slightly startled and said, "You are..."

"I was introduced here by Sister Hua from Yanbei Yuelai Teahouse, and I need your help with something." I said with a smile.

"Luo Chiwen, a disciple of Master Songhe of the Maoshan Sect, has met two master swordsmiths." After Luo Chiwen confirmed that these two people were the people we were looking for, he directly reported their names.

Although he is not well-known, his sect, Maoshan Sect, is known to everyone in the land of China.

Come up and declare yourself as a disciple, so naturally they can't underestimate you.

"Two distinguished guests, let's talk in the room." With that, Qi Yu put on an undershirt and greeted us into the room.

His wife Leng Zhaxi also tidied up briefly and followed us into the living room, where the guests and hosts took their seats.

Not long after, Leng Xixi brought a few cups of tea, placed them in front of us, and said very politely: "There is no good tea in the mountains and countryside, so the few guests can just drink it."

The three of us nodded our thanks, and the sloppy Taoist priest said straight to the point: "Mr. Qi, I have heard of you for a long time. I am here to ask my brother and sister-in-law to help me refine a magic weapon."

As he spoke, the sloppy Taoist priest took out his lightning-strike wooden sword and placed it on the table.

When the couple saw the sloppy Taoist priest's lightning-strike wooden sword, their eyes lit up. Qi Yu exclaimed: "What a nine-turn lightning-strike wooden sword. It should have been passed down for thousands of years, right?"

"It is indeed a good sword. As for the runes on the sword, not many people in today's world can recognize all of them." Leng Xixi also said.

"Master Luo, this sword of yours is already a magic weapon, why are you still looking for us and my husband? I don't know what the purpose is?" Qi Yu asked doubtfully.

The sloppy Taoist priest took out the green soul and placed it on the table.
Chapter completed!