The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 2107 Li Yang's Sad Sword
But the old man didn't know which tendon was wrong, and his face was cynical, and he couldn't see a smile.

Although he didn't report me, I can't relax my guard for the time being.Maybe he saw the sword in my hand and didn't push me out.So I had to follow him closely and not give him a chance to report.

I didn't care whether the old man let me in or not, I quickly followed him into the small house in the yard.

When I entered the house, I found that although the house was very dilapidated, it was actually lit with electric lights.There are several light bulbs with large wattages on the roof, and the brightness in the room is sufficient, even brighter than during the day.It's just that the windows and doors are covered with thick curtains, so the outside can't see the light coming from inside.

In addition, in the middle of the room, there is a clay kiln that is as tall as a person. You can see sparks and flames coming out of the opening above the kiln. There is a ladder next to the kiln, which can be climbed to be parallel to the mouth of the kiln. one of the platforms.

Due to the existence of this earthen kiln, the temperature in the room was extremely high, and I was covered in sweat after only standing for a while.

The earthen kiln was obviously used for something else.When I came in, the old man had already climbed the ladder to the platform, sat on a chair, and stared into the kiln.

Obviously, he was using this kiln to fire something.

After I came in, the old man ignored me.I took this opportunity and looked around the house.Finally, it was found that there was another door on the other side of the house.Beside the door, there was a pile of scrap metal.

I walked over and found that those were actually some broken swords.

Of course, those swords are just a prototype, there is no obvious distinction between the blade and the hilt, the blade and the hilt.They are all broken in the middle.But I saw that the blade was very good, and the sword was covered with a layer of cold air, obviously they were some rare sharp weapons.

At least among the swords I have seen, they are definitely top-grade.Not sure why it's broken here.

But after seeing these, I finally understood what the clay kiln was for.It turns out that this is a kiln for refining weapons, and it is an ancient method of refining.

So, this old man is a smelter?
On Tianshu Island, there are still such people?
In that pile of broken copper and iron, most of them are swords, and a small part are knives.

I saw that the blades were all sharp, but they were all broken, so I couldn't help but feel a little pity.In addition, most of the moves I have practiced recently are related to swords, such as the Mountain and River Sword, and the Seven Kills Sword I just learned, so I naturally have a kind of affection for swords.

I don't know what happened, but when I looked at those broken swords, I felt pity in my heart.

And this kind of emotion was out of control, looking at those broken swords, he suddenly felt compassion, and even squatted there and sobbed.My reaction surprised even myself.No matter how sharp and exquisite those swords are, they are nothing but a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.For this inanimate thing, I actually have such a state of mind, and this state is born from the heart, and will not change with my will.

So even though I was surprised myself, I couldn't hold back the emotion.

In ancient times, there was Daiyu burying flowers, and now there is Li Yang's sad sword. This is really a strange story in the world.

I squatted there feeling sad for a while, and my emotions were vented, and only then did I feel more comfortable in my heart.I stood up and wanted to ask the old man what is this place and when can I leave here.

Unexpectedly, when I stood up and turned around, I found that the old man was standing behind me without anyone noticing.

I nearly bumped into him again.

"Ouch." I yelled, covering my chest with my hands: "Old man, why do you make no sound when you walk?"

The old man didn't speak, just kept staring at my face.

I felt that there should be tears on my face, so I quickly wiped them off with my hands, feeling a little embarrassed: "It's windy here, why do you still get sand in your eyes?"

In fact, this room is a confined space, there is a fart wind.

Of course the old man wouldn't believe my nonsense, he just stared at me, frowned, and asked, "Did you cry when you saw those swords?"

"I... I said it, I got sand in my eyes..."

The old man stared: "Don't talk nonsense, are you lying to ghosts?"

I had no choice but to admit: "Okay, I don't know what's going on, but I feel inexplicably sad when I see those swords. Old man, these swords look pretty good to me, why did they break?"

The old man snorted coldly: "Not bad? It's far away. Where did you come from? Why did you come to this inner city?"

Although the old man still had a cold face, his attitude eased a lot after he found out that I had that reaction to those swords.

I still want to ask him, of course I hope to have a relationship with him.

And he didn't expose me to those pursuers just now, which means he was covering me on purpose, and I don't need to hide my identity, but of course I can't say much about my real purpose of coming here.

I simply told the old man that I was here to participate in the martial arts competition. Out of curiosity, I went out for a walk at night and strayed into the inner city.

In fact, my reason is too far-fetched, and I can't stand at all.But the old man didn't ask any further, he just snorted and said, "You are quite courageous, not only did you leave the posthouse privately, but you even broke into the inner city. If you are caught, do you know what the consequences will be?"

I also know that the consequences must be serious, but now I really want to know what is in the inner city that makes Tianshu Island so heavily guarded.

"Old man, what is there in the inner city? Why are we not allowed to enter the inner city?" I asked the old man.

The old man squinted at me: "I'm just a craftsman, I don't know anything, and you don't even want to learn anything from me."

"A qi trainer? You are also a qi trainer? Old man, judging by your age, you must be a master, right?" In order to get close, I had nothing to do with the old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man looked at me helplessly, and said, "This utensil is not that Qi. I am a refiner, a utensil, not a gas. You are so stupid."

It turned out to be a vessel, a refiner.

"That's right. I'm a craftsman. My surname is Tong. Do you know who I am?" The old man talked to me a few words, and he wasn't as reticent as before. He puffed out his chest confidently as he spoke. .

But seeing my bewildered expression, the old man frowned and pointed to his nose: "Is your boy from the Taoist sect? I am a craftsman and my surname is Tong. Do you know who I am?"

I still shook my head: "I don't know."

The old man's expression was full of confidence. When he heard what I said, he was immediately discouraged and waved his hand: "That's all, you young people really don't have any knowledge at all."

(End of this chapter)