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Chapter 1353 The old man is a blacksmith

Life is only a hundred years, but this time Zeng Yunfeng did not live to a hundred years. In a port in the Persian Gulf, a small boat was burning with raging fire and went away with the waves.

Dai Qisi looked at the boat that had drifted far away with the waves, and sighed. After all, Ying Wugou couldn't survive the invasion of time, and walked ahead of her.She couldn't help but sigh with regret, but all this had already happened, and it was destined that a hero of the times would just stay in the foreign country.

And Dai Qisi obeyed Ying Wugou's order, burned his body and sank into the sea with the waves. Zeng Yunfeng didn't want his body to be disturbed by others, and would rather the last ashes be all the fish in the ocean. Food.

But for Zeng Yunfeng, it was a new era in the blink of an eye.

Darkness hit Zeng Yunfeng's eyes in waves, and finally he entered the familiar space again, both illusion and illusion, both true and false.

The darkness gradually disappeared, and Zeng Yunfeng suddenly felt a pain coming from his buttocks.

"Boy, why don't you hurry up!" With an authentic London accent and a heavy kick on Zeng Yunfeng's ass, Zeng Yunfeng couldn't help feeling a little angry, but when he opened his eyes, he saw A somewhat amusing scene.

He was lying in the grass, and the person standing next to him was a very drunk old man, with a particularly striking rosacea on his face, which made him look ridiculous with his face.

The old man's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were blurred. It was obvious that he was hungover, but it was already bright outside, and he only heard two donkey brays. The two rows of big teeth seemed to be mocking him, and he was beaten again.

Zeng Yunfeng shook his head, shook his still not awake head and slowly sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around again.

At this time, rays of sunlight fell into the house through the gaps in the thin wooden walls.

The sound of the gears snapping together, the smell of fireworks that could be smelled all over the nose, and the old man's attire made Zeng Yunfeng full of doubts.

"What are you looking at? You still can't get up. I think you drink more than I do." Although the old man was a little drunk, his hands were unambiguous. A slow fire enlivened the fireplace.

The old man casually threw a black object towards Zeng Yunfeng, and it fell into Zeng Yunfeng's hands, "Eat something, wash your face, and work hard, our task is very heavy."

The old man limped away, but the voice came slowly, "My lord governor, there are still a lot of weapons we need to build, so hurry up, little Martin, young people, don't be too sleepy!"

Zeng Yunfeng couldn't help being stunned by the name of Martin. He stood up, and the house in front of him was a blacksmith's house, with a running water tank flowing through it.

The old man's rough face, sunken eye sockets, high nose bridge, and messy silver-white hair showed that he was not from the Central Plains.

Zeng Yunfeng went to the sink, regardless of whether the sink was clean or not, scooped up a handful of water, washed his face, the face reflected in the sink was extraordinarily immature, flaxen-colored loose hair, and his face had sunken eye sockets, but it didn't count. Handsome, but somewhat similar to this old man, a little naive and ridiculous, but luckily he doesn't have a rosy nose.

He doesn't even know who the old man in front of him is now, but all this is not something he has to consider at the moment.

After washing his face, he tore off the black thing. This thing was like a small stone, except that it was light and fluffy, and its hardness was almost as hard as a stone. Zeng Yunfeng took a bite and felt his teeth Almost knocked off.

It seems that he has come to a world ruled by aliens, but what he doesn't know is which world it is.

The fire in the blacksmith's stove had begun to heat up, and a piece of red-hot iron was caught by the old man in the red-hot stove, while the drunk old man was already clinking on the anvil, but his hands But it is not vague at all.

As soon as Zeng Yunfeng ground the thing that could only be called bread with his teeth, the old man urged impatiently: "Little Martin, come and help."

Listening to Zeng Yunfeng clapping his hands, he subconsciously picked up a hammer next to him. Zeng Yunfeng looked at the hammer in his hand and was a little dazed. He hadn't hit iron for a long time.

However, the memory in his bones is still there. He learned how to forge weapons from those dwarves in Middle-earth.

The sound of clanging hammers rang out in the blacksmith's room. The hammer hit the red iron block, and the iron block on the anvil was visibly deformed by the naked eye. Chips fall off the iron block.

You hammered, I hammered, clanging, and the rhythm of the iron was extremely cheerful, at least in the eyes of this drunken old man.

The old man who drank the wine felt more powerful. The old man had a big belly, and a huge leather bib was hanging on his chest, but his upper body was naked, revealing two strong and powerful arms. The beard on the face was covered with sweat stains after a while.

And the sweat on the top of his head, which has almost no hair, gathered drop by drop, dripping down his chin.

There is nothing else in the blacksmith's room, except that it is hot, and people who are hot are restless. Zeng Yunfeng is turning the hammer, and the car is familiar with the road. The iron block is forged in the shape of a weapon.

The old guy looked at Zeng Yunfeng and smiled and said, "Little Martin, you've made great progress recently." As he spoke, he smiled approvingly at Zeng Yunfeng, showing his yellow teeth.

Zeng Yunfeng looked at his mouth full of yellow teeth, and shook his head inwardly.

But the hand still kept on, and the iron block on the anvil was undergoing amazing changes in the furnace fire and forging.

When the last thud sounded from the groove, a short sword that was almost ready appeared in front of the two of them.

Looking at the dagger, the memories in Zeng Yunfeng's mind continued to fuse together.

This dagger is a western dagger. The blade is not long, but it is extremely sharp. There is a deep groove in the middle of the blade. There should be a guard on the hilt
After the blacksmith had installed everything, he lightly waved the dagger in his hand, then held the dagger straight in front of his eyes, glanced at it, and then pointed the tip of the sword at Zeng Yunfeng, eyes from the hilt Looking at the other end of the sword, the straight sword spine does not have the slightest bend.

He smiled and said, "Not bad, good, good, good, good sword!"

It seems that he is very satisfied with the forging this time, but Zeng Yunfeng curled his lips.

This weapon can only be said to be barely strong, and in Zeng Yunfeng's eyes, it is far worse. The forging process does not have too many other redundant actions, but it is fast.

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