Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

Just like Zhao Tie screamed, it seemed that there was a terrible monster living in the sword.

Even Mrs. Zhao Chen Xue, who is good at forging swords, has never encountered such a situation.

Practitioners can kill with the sword, and the edge of the sword is frosted, but they don't let the enemy's sword collapse from the inside out.

This is the greatest black technology that Duan Yu bestowed on this sword, the dragon's breath sword casting method.

When the gully on the sword body encounters a huge impact, it will bring about high-frequency oscillations, just like the breath of a giant dragon.

This kind of oscillation will quickly find the weakness of the enemy's weapon, and then rely on high-frequency oscillation to make it collapse.

The weak point of the Chunyu sword is in the middle of the sword body. When the sword came out of the furnace, it was a little short of heat, resulting in a very small range of uneven distribution of molten iron.

This unevenness has no effect in use, but it becomes a fatal weakness when encountering Duan Yu's sword.

"If you lose like this, it means that the Zhao family and his wife have all lost to this young master."

"I don't know. Hey, Mrs. Zhao is not bad, this young master is blessed. But Zhao Tie is useless and looks scary. Can you use it as a guard?"

......

After watching such a good show, people talked a lot, and the atmosphere was extremely lively, just like Chinese New Year.

Hearing this tongue-in-cheek discussion, Zhao Tie became furious and was about to lose his temper, but at this moment, the previous unsympathetic neighbor said again: "Xiao Zhao, your wife also lost, so you can always stand on your head and have diarrhea. "

Zhao Tie stared angrily, and said angrily: "I!!!"

"Hey, hey...you don't want to renege on your debt again, do you?"

Zhao Tie: "I, I, I..."

As he spoke, he gradually lowered his proud head.

Chapter 8

After being woken up by Haoshi Neighborhood, everyone came to their senses and yelled for Zhao Tie to stand on his head and have diarrhea.

Zhao Tie wanted to fight, but the words were indeed made by himself, and it didn't make sense at all, so he blushed quickly and his neck thickened.

"Don't go too far!" Zhao Tie said depressedly.

"No way, no way, Blacksmith Zhao is also a well-known figure in this street, so he doesn't want to renege on his debt?" The neighbor of that good thing said eccentrically.

"I, I didn't!" Zhao Tie retorted.

"If you haven't, then you should."

"I can't pull it out now."

"If you can't get shit, what bet do you want to bet? If you can't get shit out, how dare you bet?"

"you you you!"

Zhao Tie's blood surged up all of a sudden, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

"No way, no way, Blacksmith Zhao is still stuttering." The neighbor continued to speak eccentrically.

"you!"

The next moment, Zhao Tie suddenly foamed at the mouth, fell to the ground, and twitched all over.

"This is......"

"Epileptic!"

"To bite!"

Everyone was startled, but Zhao Tie turned over, twitching, and crazily crawled towards the good neighbor.

"Give me back my life!" Zhao Tie foamed at the mouth.

"Run!"

"Sheep epilepsy is killing me!"

......

In a split second, the crowd dispersed, one by one running faster than the other.

Afterwards, the sound of closing doors and windows was endless.

The originally lively streets and alleys suddenly disappeared.

Duan Yu watched Zhao Tie's miserable state nervously, and wanted to rescue him, but he couldn't do anything.

Yes, his black technology system is mainly aimed at the research and development of weapons, and even daily necessities are only incidental, basically not involving medicine.

Duan Yu couldn't help looking at Mrs. Zhao, only to find that Mrs. Zhao's face was indifferent, as if she didn't see her husband's misfortune.

Is it...

At this moment, Zhao Tie stood up suddenly, wiped the white foam from the corner of his mouth, and sighed: "Fortunately, I know this trick, otherwise I would be ashamed and thrown at grandma's house today."

Duan Yu: "..."

It turned out to be a fake, Mrs. Zhao had already seen it, it seemed that he was thinking wrongly.

After discovering that his wife was looking at him coldly, Zhao Tie, who was quite proud at first, suddenly felt guilty and said, "Madam, I..."

"You don't understand the reason why you are willing to bet and admit defeat?" Mrs. Zhao said coldly.

"Ma'am, I really didn't expect..." Zhao Tie said with a painful face.

Seeing this, Duan Yu said, "Brother Zhao is just joking to brighten up the atmosphere, let's forget it."

Zhao Tie was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "You see, Mr. Duan has the final say..."

After realizing that his wife had clenched her fists tightly, Zhao Tie didn't dare to say anything more, and said with an aggrieved face: "But I really can't pull it out now."

In the end, Zhao Tie blushed, stood upside down on the wall and let out a loud fart, and the matter was barely over.

It's just that as soon as the fart came out, the sound was unbearable, and Duan Yu and Mrs. Zhao hurriedly dodged.

Zhao Tie chased after her, Madam Zhao said directly: "You wash up outside tonight, don't go back to sleep!"

Zhao Tie looked aggrieved and said, "I really just farted!"

......

As soon as this sword is released, Duan Yu can be said to have taken the first step in his career.

He jumped from a trainee blacksmith at Zhao Tielu Iron Shop, successfully replaced Zhao Tie, became the chief blacksmith, and became the number one person on the street.

Yes, Mrs. Zhao said that he will have the final say on the iron shop in the future, but Duan Yu didn't do it.

He came here mainly to make a living, and upgrade his skills by the way.

When management is not suitable for scientific research talents like him.

[Congratulations to the host, the sword casting is successful!

Project result evaluation: The metal ratio of this sword is almost perfect, without impurities, the fire is well mastered, the tempering is proficient, and the effect of "dragon's breath" is perfectly realized.

Reward: Xueba value +69]

[Name: Duan Yu

Level: Junior Scholar (369/1000)

目前完成项目：金丝边近视眼镜儿X1，老花眼镜儿X1，颈部按摩仪X1，奥地利格洛克17型手枪X1,铸剑（龙息法）X1

Can specialize in: cold weapons (primary), individual hot weapons (primary), daily necessities (intermediate), defensive equipment (primary)...

Note: The higher the level of Xueba, the smoother the research and development and production will be. ]

[I am confident, I am outstanding; I work hard, I am successful! ]

Looking at the familiar old-fashioned "chicken soup" in the system, Duan Yu let out a soft breath.

After successfully forging the sword this time, he was really confident.

In the Su Mansion before, although he worked very hard, he felt inferior.

Yes, no matter how confident you are alone, people around you think you are not good enough, you are not worthy, you are an embroidered pillow, and you will feel inferior if you are subconsciously affected.

Coupled with the fact that Su Ningshuang is indeed superior, an existence beyond the reach of ordinary people, Duan Yu's sense of inferiority is even more obvious.

And this sword casting made him understand that being an ordinary person can also have his own small success and pride.

If you create an atom and pop it out, the less talented practitioners may not be able to stand it.

......

In the past few days, Duan Yu was teaching Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Tie the dragon breath casting method.

He enlightened this black technology once, but after teaching it, he realized that it is not something that everyone can master.

Just because the ratio of tin to iron is so simple, Zhao Tie can't practice it.

Mrs. Zhao and Chen Xue's talent is obviously much higher. Although the dragon's breath casting technique ended in failure several times, she barely touched the threshold. As long as she practices diligently, she can probably make a rough finished product.

Of course, the effect is probably not as good as his sword.

Zhao Tie, an old blacksmith who claims to be "born to forge iron!", found out that he couldn't practice it, so he couldn't help himself touching Duan Yu's big treasure all day long.

After Duan Yu didn't want to leave his shop, and didn't have the imaginary intimate contact with his wife, Zhao Tie was already very convinced of Duan Yu, and couldn't help calling "Brother Duan."

On this day, Zhao Tie held Duan Yu's sword again and said, "Brother Duan."

Duan Yu was thinking about something and ignored him.

"Duan GIEGIE."

After hearing this claim suddenly, Duan Yu was frightened awake and said, "What's wrong?"

"I thought and thought, isn't your sword restraining all weapons in the world?" Zhao Tie asked.

Duan Yu shook his head and said, "No, maybe some weapons don't have any weaknesses."

Zhao Tie said: "Don't be modest, you can shake my wife's sword like that, let alone other things. By the way, Brother Duan, have you chosen the name of this sword?"

Duan Yu thought for a while and said, "I thought about it two days ago and wanted to call it 'Two Broken Swords'."

"Two broken swords?"

"Yes, it means a clean break." Duan Yu said lightly while looking out the window.

Yes, his first sword, he hopes to cut off his love for Su Ningshuang with one sword.

These days, he still couldn't help but think of that woman with complicated emotions.

Zhao Tie shook his head and said, "This name is not very vivid."

"Tell me your opinion." Duan Yu picked up the tea that Zhao Tie made for himself, and said while drinking.

"Your sword uses vibration to control the enemy, and it looks like a stick from a distance. It's better to be simple and clear. Let's call it 'vibrating stick'."

There was only a popping sound, and the tea spurted out from Duan Yu's mouth along with the tea leaves, covering Zhao Tie's face.

......

When Duan Yu's blacksmithing business was in full swing, Su Ningshuang, who had been suffering from insomnia, finally fell asleep.

It's just that she dreamed about Duan Yu, dreaming that he was with another woman...

Chapter 9 The Golden Scales Are In The Pool

In the middle of the night, Su Ningshuang woke up from her dream, seeing the night wind blowing through the window sill, she couldn't help thinking of...

This is the tenth day since Duan Yu left, and her condition has not improved because of time.

At first, it was a rare insomnia. Looking at the empty room, I felt as if something was missing in my heart, and I felt a sense of loss.

She comforted herself that she was not used to the sudden loss of a person, even if she had a dog and was gone, she would feel a little uncomfortable at first.

Although he is an ordinary person, he has done some small things for himself, isn't it?

Later, she was able to fall asleep, but it was just a peaceful night.

Su Ningshuang looked at the night outside, her thoughts restless.

She actually dreamed of him.

How could he make her dream.