"Bah!" The little old man was angry, "Tai Yijian is the kind of tattered iron that can be compared? You have the time to speak sarcastic words, but you don't have the time to come and help me?"

"There is no way." Jun Changwei said sincerely, "According to the sign hanging outside you, I am only fit to squat here."

The little old man glared at him angrily: "I'm going to take off the sign now."

"No need." Jun Changwei took out the sleeves on both sides, took out a tattered wooden sign, and threw it to him, "Well, I'm afraid the wind will blow it away, so I brought it in for you."

The little old man glared at him like eating people, but didn't answer.

The wooden sign fell to the ground, and the fire of the iron stove illuminated the characters on it. The strokes were long and vertical, extremely vicious and murderous, and they wrote:

Taiyi and dogs are not allowed to enter.

"Are all of you Taiyi so shameless?"

Jun Changwei put down the big gourd, jumped out of the window, took two steps to the bellows, and picked up the tattered sackcloth: "How?"

"Here, hold this. Stop and stop - don't push too hard, this is the rope twisted by the dragon tendon. If you break it, you won't be able to pay for it!"

Jun Changwei was stunned, and immediately lightened his hand.

"The wind is so small, you are playing a fan for your mother!" The little old man stepped on the wooden box in front of the iron stove, "Didn't you eat? So slow? Hurry up, can you do it!"

Jun Changwei's face darkened, and he was humiliating and pointing his finger at him.

After a while, Jun Changwei felt the rhythm, and the little old man casually counted him passing the border, and began to step on the box and busy on the blacksmith's bench, not knowing what he was tinkering with. Jun Changwei looked around while blowing the wind, and saw that he was waving a small hammer made of golden bluestone, hammering pieces of unknown ore into powder on the anvil made of cold iron.

"Your Tiangong Mansion is so fucking rich."

Jun Changwei, who was so poor that he could only drink the most wine, was silent for a long time, and said sourly.

"No matter how rich you are, you can't stand two more beggars like you," the little old man smashed a piece of meteorite with a hammer, and the ferocity of his strength made Jun Changwei shrink his head. You owe me 230,000 taels of gold for the money you hit with the wrong knife, when will you pay it back?"

"If you have money, pay it back, and if you have money, pay it back."

Jun Changwei skillfully perfunctory.

"When you're dead, I'll take your blade and pay it off." The little old man sneered and said sullenly.

"Okay." Jun Changwei was overjoyed, for fear that he would regret it, "I will take an apprentice tomorrow, and when I die, I will ask him to bring the bones. What do you want besides the knife bone? What do you think of the pipa bone? One piece is worth 10,000 taels, and after you repair the sword in a while, give me a sword case, and use ten thousand-year-old azure pine.

The little old man was stupid.

"Look at which bone you want. I have a crush on an apprentice, but I haven't taken it. I'm thinking about giving him a saber as a salute to master and apprentice. You can help me get another saber, and it will be able to be re-forged in the future... "..." "I want your Tianling Gai!" The little old man interrupted him and said loudly, "Use it as a chamber pot, and soak it in urine every day!"

"It's easy to talk about," Jun Changwei agreed, "Remember to make my apprentice's knife a little more handsome, Maotou boy likes this."

The little old man was dumbfounded.

Without morals, anything is possible!

The old man did not deceive me.

"Bum," the little old man was disheartened and defeated, "Whoever wants those broken bones of yours will go, and I will be annoyed when I see it. I understand that, you have no face at all!"

Jun Changwei is not ashamed.

What is the face? Can it be repaid? It is a good thing to be able to reach it, and it cannot be wanted by anyone who wants it.

"Next time I'll also nail the window." The little old man angrily shook the prepared powder into a small dustpan and walked to the iron stove, "Stop."

Jun Changwei let go.

When the fire was quiet, the little old man poured the powder into the iron furnace, and then slammed the door of the belly of the iron furnace with a bang. Almost as soon as the powder was poured in, an explosion-like noise rolled in the iron furnace. The little old man whispered a long series of urgent and quick formulas, and with a loud shout, he placed his palms on the iron stove.

Frost leaped upward like lightning, sealing the entire iron furnace in an instant.

"Why are you standing still! Come and help!"

The little old man turned his head and shouted at Jun Changwei who was beside him.

"I don't have enough cultivation! Do you want to see me die from exhaustion?!"

"You threw something in there!" Jun Changyi stepped over to the little old man and slapped him on the back, losing the spiritual energy continuously, "Are you trying to blow up the whole furnace?"

"It's no use talking to a guy like you who hasn't been in the hardware department for a hundred years!" The little old man who was dying of exhaustion sneered at him like a bell, "Can you use ordinary iron to make up for your sword? This is a God-given sword! You can make it up with ordinary iron if you want! Don't blame me if the inscriptions on it can't be repaired!"

"Don't make fun of the inscription!"

While speaking, the earth shook like a mountain, and an extremely sharp, extremely cold howl came from the iron furnace. The little old man and Jun Changwei were rushed back and forth by the huge force almost at the same time and flew backwards.

"You really put it wrong?!"

Jun Chang's only face changed when he grabbed the little old man who almost hit his head on the knife holder full of waste knives.

The little old man coughed violently, coughing up blue-black blood: "Impossible! I have studied the Taiyi inscription for three thousand years! It's impossible to match it wrong!"

With that said, he rushed to the iron furnace, and was about to open the furnace door to see what happened.

Jun Changwei grabbed his back collar and dragged him back.

boom

The ice that sealed the furnace shattered, and the crimson flames rushed out in all directions. After the iron furnace was broken and the flames poured out, the scene in the furnace was unobstructed: Taiyi Sword was locked by several black irons, hanging vertically, and a thick, liquid-like black mist flowed rapidly on the sword. The black mist continued to pour out, and it was constantly blocked by the countless inscriptions that suddenly lit up on the sword.