General, cut off your sleeves!

Whoa, who!

When there was a person standing behind them, they didn't notice at all. This was undoubtedly a huge mistake for Mo Wanqing, who prided herself on being highly vigilant.

Mo Wanqing, who was a little frustrated, was suddenly very curious about this person who could quietly appear behind him. When he turned his head, he saw a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance standing at the door carrying a small broken wooden bucket.

The man's dark face melted into a simple and honest smile. This man, whom Mo Wanqing considered a tall man, smiled like an ordinary person. Only a small piece of thick forearm exposed under the coarse cloth clothes showed the master's health. strong.

"Hey, what a delicate little doll, where did you abduct it?"

The man's mouth was just teasing, and he seemed to be very familiar with Zou Jinchu, but in fact they were indeed close friends.

Zou Jinchu laughed loudly, "Lao Cai, you old boy is obviously very dishonest, doesn't it make you uncomfortable every time you meet without hurting others? He is my new friend, his name is Mo Wanqing, whatever you call him, I will tell you Said, he is still young, don't let him be spoiled."

The man's surname is Cai, and he is a weapon blacksmith known from all over the world. He is different from others in that he is crippled and can never go far with his own legs.

Lao Cai is a man with a story. He came here as an apprentice at the age of 28. In less than a year, his master, the most famous old blacksmith in the past, passed away, and he replaced his master to pay the shop.

At that time, everyone said that the old blacksmith left too early, how could a young apprentice who had only been studying for a year have the level of a master, and wasted the master's infinite skills.

But Lao Cai spent three years proving to everyone that his craftsmanship is not inferior to his master, and even better than his master.

Gradually, he was also recognized by the people here just like his own master, and the weapons he made were among the best in the capital, faintly comparable to the blacksmiths who were exclusively for the royal family.

And his mysterious point is that no one knows what happened before the age of 28. Even if he was asked, he would not mention a word, only saying that "the past is like smoke, don't mention it."

Zou Jinchu, who had been friends with him for many years, only vaguely guessed that he used to be a soldier. It was because Zou Jinchu himself was a soldier that he could draw this guess from some of Lao Cai's unchanging habits.

He doesn't know exactly how, but these secrets can't stop him from admiring Lao Cai. They are more than 20 years apart in age, but they always regard Lao Cai as a good brother.

Lao Cai also lived up to his feelings. He also treated Brother Zou, who could be his own son at this age, and kept nothing private from him except the untouchable past.

Years of friendship have made them not polite when speaking, and mutual damage is the norm.

"Go away, why did you bring him here if you were afraid that I would spoil the child?"

Although he was talking about driving people away, there was no displeasure on his face, but a smile on his face. He lives alone all year round and is very lonely. It is rare to have friends, and he has never visited the door all year round. Of course, he is very happy to see him now. .But of course he is an old man who can't say something nasty about missing him, so he can only entertain his brother as much as possible.

Zou Jinchu spoke so casually because he knew his temper, and he looked different from what he knew. Mo Wanqing looked at the smiling Zou Jinchu thoughtfully.

Although it was fun to catch up with old friends over there, Zou Jinchu did not forget the purpose of this trip, and the topic quickly turned back to Mo Wanqing.

"Old Cai, what kind of knife is suitable for my little brother? This kid is young but loves knives very much. The knife hanging on your wall just now made his eyes look straight."

People who forge weapons must cherish weapons very much. When they see Mo Wanqing who also loves weapons, he will naturally look up to him, so he looks at Mo Wanqing with a bit of warmth in his eyes.

"How old is it? How many years have you been practicing knives?"

Mo Wanqing opened his mouth and wanted to say that he was 28 years old and 10 years old, but when he thought of his small body, he still swallowed the words silently. With his current short stature, no one would believe that he was 18 years old.

"13...well, I have been learning knives... for some years."

The young man's slurred words and lowered head could easily make people think that he was embarrassed, which made him even more pitiful.Even Lao Cai, who has always been out of touch with the word gentle, couldn't help but said to him in a soft tone: "Then what kind of knife do you want?"

According to the boy's body shape, Lao Cai already has some ideas about the knives that are suitable for him. The ones that are too wide are definitely not suitable for him, so he can only choose the slender ones.

But just when Lao Cai was tentatively deciding on a few small knives, Mo Wanqing answered.

"Bigger, bigger is better!"

Lao Cai immediately laughed, "Are you sure? Then I have the biggest and heaviest knife here. As long as you can carry it and swing it 10 times, I will give it to you without taking any money!"

The broadsword he was talking about was a wide-bladed double-sided sword that he helped a huge Jianghu hero refine five years ago. The length of the blade alone is nearly 5 feet, and the width of the blade is more than 5 fingers. It is made of rare materials, and it weighs a hundred catties alone.