Flamingo

Under the resolute gaze of the old man, Song Zijun, who could not do the behavior of a reluctant good person, could only turn around and leave after scanning the word “police” in the “strongest police system” in his mind.

Looking at this old man’s resolute expression of not wanting to cause trouble, as well as his family business, counting on this old man to open his sealed weapon, the possibility of his nod tending is infinitely zero.

Song Zijun can be said to have taken advantage of the prosperity and returned home.

Those in the prison who claim to follow some big brother here to create what sharp divine weapons are obviously just these guys bragging.

I don’t know where I heard that the weapons here are expensive, so I took it for granted that this was a place where the bigwigs of the rivers and lakes cut down people.

With the insight of these people, it is obvious that there are people in the world who spend a lot of money to buy “toys” to collect.

“Master, let’s really not do this business? In fact, according to the man’s request, we will directly buy a few factory-made weapons for him, and then who knows that it will flow out from us, after all, it is hundreds of thousands. ”

A big man wiped the sweat from his forehead and came to the old man with a pity on his face.

The words of the big man did not mean to pit Song Zijun.

In fact, in the current era, the so-called “ancient handmade” forging, which is tougher than those weapons made by modern technology, is just a fart

Even if there is, it is only better than the machined, stainless steel inferior handicraft sword.

If you really want to spend money (in fact, compared to the weapons made by the master, it is already very cheap), the cold weapons created by modern technology are definitely more than the weapons made by the so-called ancient method that everything is purely handmade.

Modern heat treatment processes are far beyond the imagination of laymen without experience in this field.

Not to mention the rest, the hydraulics that can burst out hundreds of tons of power and evenly apply every force to the steel are better than any so-called manual forging of humans.

As for the master building – the purchase of these is actually more for labor and feelings, as well as to pay for fame.

For the apprentice’s words, the old man just shook his head, let the big man roll to continue working, and while throwing away the note in his hand, he turned around and returned to the back room.

……

Song Zijun walked out of the gate and walked for about ten minutes, and when he was about to take a taxi on the street and leave, a voice suddenly stopped him.

“This gentleman, this gentleman, it’s a dead brain in there, do you want to build a crafting weapon? Our home can also be built. ”

A middle-aged man in a suit walked over quickly after opening the car door, and while speaking, he handed Song Zijun a business card with both hands.

“Weapons Workshop?”

Glancing at the name on the black business card, Song Zijun read.

“That’s right, the one in the “Crafting Workshop” is my uncle, my master is different from my uncle, as long as you have money, he can build any weapon for you.”

After thinking about it, Song Zijun put away his business card and sat in the other party’s car.

Although I don’t know if this person is really related to this person, but the living person cannot be suffocated by urine, but he will come to Wang Fengyi’s side as soon as possible.

The sooner you solve the weapons problem, you can go a day earlier.

And the middle-aged man who was obviously lurking at the door to grab business suddenly became happy when he saw the big patron enter the car.

He quickly got into the car, and with full throttle, he hurried towards his “weapons workshop”.

Ten minutes later, when the car became more and more desolate, making Song Zijun a little suspicious of whether he had encountered a robbery, the car stopped at the gate of a courtyard.

Getting out of the car, it was different from what he thought, and no big man jumped out and surrounded him with a sinister smile. Some are just ordinary in front of them, even to the dilapidated small courtyard.

The “weapon workshop” opened by this old man’s senior brother was diametrically opposed to the vastness of his senior brother (mixed in this way, Song Zijun had already tacitly accepted that the person inside was a senior brother), and it was opened in a half-dilapidated courtyard.

From afar, you can even see some places on the roof, faintly see flowers and green, plastic sheets covering the rain and other things.

It’s really shabby.

It seems that he also knows that the image of his “weapon shop” is not good, and the middle-aged man quickly opened the door while nervously watching Song Zijun.

“Dad, business is coming!”

“It’s a leak picked up from Uncle Junior!!”

The middle-aged man shouted excitedly, making Song Zijun’s face slightly darkened, which made him always feel as if this guy was going to cut him to death and squeeze out every penny of him.

With the shouting of the middle-aged man, there was a sudden movement in the originally silent courtyard, and an old man and a middle-aged woman with a yellowed face “walked” out of their respective houses together.

Walking is Song Zijun a little did not believe that a bearded and eyebrow, thin old man would have that kind of speed and agility.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes.

“This gentleman sit down.”

Glancing at the courtyard that did not have tools at all, although he already had a little bad feeling in his heart, he still showed a smile on his face looking at the attentive family.

The desire and hope in the eyes of this family made him say that if he did not appear, he would leave, hey, he is really a kind person.

Just waste a few minutes.

“Sir should also see that in fact, my father was a heavy drinker when he was young, and now…”

After a few people sat down, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and pointed to the appearance, and the old man couldn’t help shaking his palm and said.

“That…”

Song Zijun was clear, and he understood that he was obviously a senior brother, but why the situation was so different.

At the same time, he was a little puzzled. He didn’t think that these people felt that he was a good church, and would donate money to them for their pitiful sake.

There are more pitiful people in the world than their family, and if he really wants to donate money, he also donated it to the mountainous areas of the hinterland.

“In fact, my father’s master, that is, the grand master, once left my father some tools, which will never be weaker than the weapons carefully built by my master.”

To Song Zijun’s cryptic reply, the middle-aged man said his real goal.

It turned out to be selling something instead of making a private order.

Song Zijun was abrupt.

“Of course, there is no basis for words, these weapons are all in the house, and they can be tested by Mr. Lee.”

The middle-aged man said, got up and went to the back room, and after a while, he carefully took out a knife and a sword weapon.

“Sir, please see.”

The middle-aged man treated the treasure like a treasure and carefully placed the weapon in front of Song Zijun.

The knife is a short blade like a rib, wrapped in unknown leather with a black color, drawn out, the body of the knife is pitch black, only the blade is a line of silver.

The overall appearance of this knife gives people a poisonous snake-like sense of danger that will burst into injury at any time.

Song Zijun held the handle of the knife with interest, the handle was slightly curved, and it was extremely comfortable to hold in the hand, making people want to wave it.

As the leather wrapped around the knife slipped, his hand suddenly lightened, and there was a feeling of lightness in his hand.

Looking at the blade in surprise, Song Zijun did not wave it hard.

Phew!

In the faint hiss of the air being cut, a silver thread remained in Song Zijun’s eyes for a long time.

This made his eyes shine.

“The handle is made of the heart of a horsehair tree soaked in oil, and the blade weighs half a half, and the whole is less than one or two.”

“This knife is not suitable for cutting hard objects, only masters, with no depth and thickness, killing people without disadvantage.”

The old man on the side, holding the wine bottle with a trembling palm and taking a sip, suddenly said when the middle-aged man was about to clap his hands and say something with an appreciative face.

“Dad, what are you talking about! Didn’t I still use this wood and chop bones when I was a child, and I didn’t see the blade of the knife and the notch! ”

The middle-aged man was anxious and hurriedly retorted.

“If you simply cut the bones and wood, the knife will be broken, and you will underestimate your master’s craftsmanship!”

The old man wiped his mouth and said disdainfully.

“This son, as soon as the little old man looks at your figure, he knows that you are going to fight with a weapon, this weapon is chopped, no matter how good the steel will be lost, if it is cut off, it will be a big accident, if you want to see it, or look at the “eight-faced Han sword”.”

The old man’s trembling and thin hand like a chicken’s paw pointed to a sword weapon about an arm’s length on the side.

Nodding slightly, Song Zijun put down the short knife under the unwilling gaze of the middle-aged man, and picked up the “Eight-faced Han Sword” on the side.

As soon as he started, Song Zijun’s hand sank.

Unlike the short knife, which is wrapped in leather, this sword is wrapped in a scabbard made of black wood with brass wire, and the sword hilt is also wrapped in black to form a completely black color.

Hiss

….

Drawing the sword out of its sheath, a compelling white light shone on Song Zijun’s face.

When he completely drew his blade, there seemed to be a cold chill rushing to his face, and the four sword ridges reflected his face, splitting his face into four sides.

The so-called “eight-sided Han sword” refers to the four sides polished by the front and back, which are closed together and are called “eight sides”.

“The hilt of this sword is made of ebony, the sword weighs three pounds and four taels, the hair is broken, and the sword cuts the iron a hundred times, and it is tireless.”

The old man reluctantly glanced at Jian Feng, and after taking another large gulp of wine, he said.

“I want this sword and sword.”

“Old sir, make a price.”

Song Zijun said decisively.

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