Chapter 15

Outside, Chen Mo didn't come out for a long time, which made iron Dao start to worry. The waiter sneered, "most people in master's sword casting hall went there to die. If you don't take care of your useless young master, you may have already fainted in it."

This guy is not afraid of Chen Mo's prestige because he is Shi Cheng's Apprentice. Besides, this is Qinglong Town, and the prestige of the Chen family can't play this.

Tie Dao was a little anxious. He was also really afraid of Chen Mo's accident. Although he said that the man had always hoped for Chen Mo's bad news, if something happened under his personal guard, he would lose his life. After a while, the iron knife also lifted the curtain into the room.

Walking through a corridor, I saw an iron door and vaguely felt the air warming.

Iron Dao was not as good as Chen Mo, and he didn't dare to disturb the work of the caster. He stopped at the door, straightened up and shouted. Iron knife plans to say no three times, and the etiquette is done. It's not an infringement to break into the door at that time.

"Come in."

Chen Mo's voice came from inside.

When iron Dao entered the room, the sword casting hall was shocked by the scene in front of him.

In front of the huge furnace, there are two iron tables. A teenager and a middle-aged man are substituting tea for wine, and they have a good conversation. The age difference between the two is a full generation, but the middle-aged man is extremely modest and cautious in his words and deeds, word by word. He looks like a famous and authoritative foundry in Qinglong Town, and he is like a child in the eyes of iron Dao.

Yes, a child who listens to instruction with an open mind.

Chen Mo, who should have been a child, spoke freely and was not at all constrained in front of the foundry.

"Iron knife, what's up?" Chen Mo stops talking.

"Ah." Iron Dao recovered and said, "I haven't seen the young master come out for a long time. I'm worried about the young master. Come and have a look."

"Oh, yes, but I'm fine. It's very pleasant to talk with Uncle Shi." Chen Mo laughed.

"This uncle word is not worthy." Shi Cheng is ashamed of himself. He is indeed older than him in age, but for the understanding and experience of casting, he finds that it is completely inferior to this young master who was previously dismissive. Some casting ideas often brighten his eyes and have a new understanding. At least in the field of foundry, Shi Cheng thinks he is a junior.

"Old and young, this is the case since ancient times. This uncle word should be." Chen Mo said.

"The young master treated Shi with such courtesy. Shi is really ashamed of his previous behavior." Shi Cheng's shame changed his impression of Chen mo. it seems that those rumors in Qinglong Town can't be believed.

Chen Mo saw that it was not too early now, and he had to go back to practice Beidou Dayan. When he had time to see his casting process again, he got up and left.

Shi Cheng is still not satisfied. Seeing that Chen Mo is going to leave, he is a little reluctant to give up, but he can't force others to stay. At first, he was so cynical and didn't know what kind of person he would be in the bottom of the other party's heart. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He said, "today, it's all about young master Chen Mo, and Shi can make a breakthrough. Young master Chen Mo can command him at any time if necessary."

"I'll probably come often in the future. I just hope your disciples can let go." Chen Mo joked.

Shi Cheng was angry. "I'll teach those bastards later. Who dares to be rude to master Chen Mo, Shi immediately kicked him out of the shop."

Chen Mo is noncommittal,

Several people came to the store. The waiter who was greeting the guests saw Chen Mo coming out and subconsciously sneered, "is master Chen Mo okay? Did he faint in the sword casting hall? Ordinary people can't go there."

"Beast, who told you to speak to master Chen Mo in this tone?"

Before the iron knife broke out, Shi Cheng's expression sank, shaking several disciples trembling and scared silly. How could his master speak for a waste. "Apologize to master Chen Mo quickly. In the future, master Chen Mo will be my guest of honor in Shi's shop. Seeing him is seeing me, understand!" Shi Cheng scolded for fear that several guys would annoy Chen Mo and make him stop coming.

Three or two disciples were stunned. They suddenly woke up after a while, hurriedly bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes, muttering in their hearts what happened to the master today. Usually, even if the Green family came to the door, they didn't flatter like this. Even if Chen Mo was from the Chen family in Chang'an, everyone knew that he was just an abandoned son, and he didn't even have the value of using it.

"Uncle Shi doesn't need to do this. The man is not sensible, and he will understand later." Chen Mo also had no airs: "and uncle Shi don't call me young master, just call my name."

"That's good." Shi Cheng is also an open-minded master.

The more iron Dao looked at the scene in front of him, the more incredible it was. How could Chen mohde make a foundry so servile? It was impossible for those martial artists with nine turns of blood to do it.

The two talked again.

At this time, as soon as the curtain of the gate opened, a cold wind rolled in, accompanied by a sweet voice like a silver bell.

"Is the shop foundry here?"

Everyone turned their eyes together.

A slim and beautiful girl came in, wearing a bright red dress like Xia. The dress was covered with red gauze and green silk. Seeing that she folded her waist and walked slightly, her eyes were like a spring, her mouth contained Zhu Dan, and her smiles were a little playful and generous.

At first glance, she was a very happy girl.

"I am."

The girl is not from Qinglong Town, but she behaves gracefully, unlike ordinary people. Shi Cheng responded politely.

"Oh, I heard you are the best swordsman in Qinglong Town?" The girl walked briskly, like a butterfly, dancing lightly.

A beautiful fragrance permeated Chen Mo's heart and spleen.

"I have one thing, can you fix it?" As soon as the girl's wrist turned over, there was a small sword in her hand. This sword was valuable at first sight. It was made of precious red jade. The handle of the sword was like a red rope complex, which seemed to have the girl's yearning for the man she wanted. It was just another deep scar on the handle. It was a pity to cut the red rope short.

Shi Cheng took it over, looked carefully, and asked about the origin of the sword.

The girl didn't hide it. This sword is called "marriage", which is a gift from a childe in Chang'an. It was damaged because of something. I was a little annoyed and wanted to find someone to repair it.

"This sword stone is helpless." Shi Cheng shook his head. He didn't know anything about the sword, and naturally he couldn't repair it. "The girl should try to cast sword villa."

"I've tried. The forge sword villa can't be repaired by all kinds of methods."

"There is no way to repair the 'Daming Yanghuo' in Zhujian villa?" Shi Cheng said in surprise that the Daming Yang fire was the strongest fire of the foundry of the Dazhong Dynasty. If this fire can't be repaired, I'm afraid no one can.

"Is there really no fate?" The girl AI sighed.

Chen Mo was about to leave. Hearing the girl's sadness, he said, "I think it can be repaired, but you used the wrong method."

"Huh?"

The girl winked and stared at Chen mo.

She thought that Chen Mo was just a guest in the shop and didn't care. Hearing him say so, her heart lit up a little hope. "Do you have a way? If you can repair it, I promise you whatever you want."

Shi Cheng is funny. Others are the young master of the Chen family in Chang'an. Do you want your benefits. However, hearing that Chen Mo said there was a way to repair it, Shi Cheng was also intrigued. In his opinion, this' marriage 'sword should be an' ancient treasure 'left over from the ancient times, which can't be handled by ordinary foundries. Does this young master still have the strength of ancient foundries?

"You go to collect 99900 drops of dew from the former dust, add onehundred and two daughters of red sand, and finally soak your sword in the dew for one night, and this scar will be repaired," Chen Mo said.

The girl opened her lovely mouth, looked at Shi Cheng and asked whether his opinion was true or false.

Shi Cheng shook his head. It was obvious that Chen Mo's method of repairing weapons was beyond his thinking as a junior caster. Water was indeed used as a medium in casting, but such harsh conditions as Chen mo were rare.

"What is the dew of the former dust?" The girl frowned.

"Qianchen dew" comes from the spirit flower named "Qianchen". It grows in a secluded orchid. Each Qianchen cannot meet each other, but withers at first sight. When the moon is thick, dew will condense in the flower buds, which is called Qianchen dew. Qianchen dew is very expensive. It is useful in medicine, weapon refining, magic weapons and other aspects, but every drop of Qianchen dew will evaporate at dawn, so it is almost difficult to see on the market.

"Chen Mo, why do you know that this sword can be repaired with these?" Shi Cheng was puzzled.

"I've seen it in an ancient book. Believe it or not."

Chen Mo glanced at the red dagger.

In fact, this marriage has another one, named 'dew', and the combination of the two is a complete weapon. Moreover, the origin of this weapon is very unusual, because this is what Chen Mo saw in the "Xingwu chapter" of the casting Sutra.

Yes, this marriage is likely to be a Xingwu belonging to Xingjiang.

However, the stars of the star generals are all transformed by destiny. They can leave the body only if they die or voluntarily. When the star name rises again and the new star will inherit the star name, the star will sense the location of the star generals and come to recapture it. No matter what the origin of this Xingwu is, Chen Mo feels very thorny.

Leave the store.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and was recalling the process of Shi Cheng casting weapons in his mind. After taking the iron knife with him, he couldn't see through the young master more and more.

Chen Mo thinks of something and turns around.

"Iron knife, I don't think you have any weapons. I'll give you this knife."

In a daze, Chen Mo has thrown a cold knife.

This knife has overlapping scales. It is thick and light. It is a level 4 weapon. Iron Dao was overjoyed. As a martial artist, everyone wants to have a good weapon. It's as majestic as a star general, but a good knife is hard to find. No matter how good it is, it's worth thousands of gold, and it's not something ordinary martial artists can bear.

"Young master!!" Iron knife emerged complex emotions.

"Uncle Shi gave me this knife. It's useless for me to take it. Take it yourself. Your name is iron knife. Having this knife is also in line with your identity. I hope you can be loyal to your duties in the future and don't let me down." Chen Mo looked casual and turned around to walk home without looking.

At this moment, there was a thud behind him.

Chen Mo looked back and saw that iron Dao, a tall man, was half kneeling on the ground.

"From now on, iron knife will be determined as the young master's heart to protect the young master!!" The man's voice is like a flood of bells, saying a clank oath.

"I don't need your protection. I just don't want to see someone die as cannon fodder."

This is a trace of kindness that Chen Mo can leave behind.

Simply.

The man with the iron knife caught it.