After completing the construction of the blades of the more than 100 long knives, Wang Yuelong squinted his eyes, but saw that the blacksmith Liu was hunched over there carefully polishing a piece of sword hilt. By Blacksmith Liu's side, there were three long swords with their hilts already installed, but at the moment they were making the fourth hilt.

Wang Yuelong glanced at it and couldn't help but shake his head.

Blacksmith Liu was too cautious. Although the long sword body created by Wang Yuelong is sharp and sharp, this kind of long sword is not made as a decoration, and it does not need to be equipped with a too delicate hilt, it only needs to be able to bite the sword body tightly and make people hold it comfortably. And the four sword handles made by Liu Blacksmith were all carefully carved by him, what carved dragons and clouds, exquisite shape, beautiful but not very practical. looked at Wang Yuelong for a while.

And according to Blacksmith Liu's speed, if you want to install all the ten swords and hundreds of swords, it will take a lot of effort. However, in this way, this batch of weapons could not be quickly delivered to Xiao Yao, the village chief of Xiao Da, and the Zhuang soldiers of Xinghua Village.

"Well, who told me to eat people with soft mouths and short hands. Since you promised to help, let's help to the end. Wang Yuelong secretly cursed himself in his heart, and he didn't say anything, but took a lot of materials to make the hilt of the sword, and began to exaggerate himself again.

Wang Yuelong's production method is unique in the world, although Liu Blacksmith is extremely envious of his accuracy and quality and quantity, but the speed and flexibility of people's hands, Liu Blacksmith thinks that he can't learn, so he is only there to envy and jealousy, but he refuses to stop the work in his hands. Since you can't keep up with other people's rhythms, it's good to follow your own pace.

However, after looking at the sword handles and knife handles produced by the golden-clothed young man Zu Zhai, Blacksmith Liu was no longer so meticulously crafted, and after giving up the carving of those delicate patterns and patterns, Blacksmith Liu's speed was also significantly faster. Although it is still as efficient as a snail crawling compared to the speed of the golden-clothed young man Zu Zhai, it can be regarded as the efficiency that a master blacksmith should have.

I don't know how long it has been like this, anyway, the sun outside the blacksmith shop is already in the middle of the day, and the golden-clothed young man and the middle-aged blacksmith who have been struggling for a long time in the blacksmith shop breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and threw away the things in their hands at the same time.

It turned out that the ten swords and hundred swords were finally all equipped with handles, and they were completed.

"Oh!The old man has been striking iron for more than 50 years, and he has been holding the hammer alone for twenty or thirty years, but today he is a junior apprentice again! Happy!!!Hahahaha!!" Blacksmith Liu was full of excitement and patted Wang Yuelong's shoulder vigorously while laughing, "Okay, little brother! To be honest, if it weren't for the old man's age, he would really worship you as a teacher! I really don't know if you kid started learning to strike iron when he was in his mother's womb? If you could. The old man really wants to meet your boy's blacksmith!

After all, Blacksmith Liu has been hammering for decades, even if he has never practiced martial arts, his strength is no less than that of a medium-level Jianghu master. At this moment, he was full of excitement, patting Wang Yuelong's shoulder without the slightest hand, and all of his strength was exerted at once, ignoring whether the skinny body of the gold-clothed young man under the slap could withstand his strength.

This is also thanks to Wang Yuelong, if it was someone else, he would have been slapped on the ground by Blacksmith Liu. And even if Wang Yuelong has always paid great attention to the exercise of the physical body, the physical strength may not even be comparable to the top masters in the rivers and lakes, but Wang Yuelong's shoulder felt pain when he was slapped so hard by Blacksmith Liu.

Wang Yuelong is not a masochist, so naturally he will not be photographed by Blacksmith Liu like this. Hurriedly grabbing Blacksmith Liu's bear paw, Wang Yuelong smiled with a somewhat unnatural expression: "Okay, Uncle Liu, the old boy who promised you before will naturally give it to you." But shouldn't you get Brother Xiao Yao Xiao here now and ask him to check and accept this bunch of things?"

"Oh, yes, look at my brain! Little brother, what you said is! Brother, I'll find Xiao Xiaozi!" Liu Blacksmith slapped his head with his huge "bear paw", and then let go of Wang Yuelong, and excitedly "banged" on the door.

Wang Yuelong looked at the disappearing back of Blacksmith Liu, smiled wryly and shook his head, then found some paper and pen from the blacksmith shop, and began to write. After all, it was impossible for him to stay in such a place for a long time, and although he had only come into contact with three people from Xinghua Village, he had also developed a sincere love for this place. It was Wang Yuelongjue that he should still do more for Xinghua Village.

By the time Blacksmith Liu, who had spread his feet and kept running wildly, dragged the embarrassed Xiao Yao back to the blacksmith shop, there was no longer the figure of the golden-clothed young man in the blacksmith shop, only the neatly arranged ten swords and hundreds of knives, and the two piles of paper left on a long piece of iron. One is for Blacksmith Liu's iron-forging skills and experience, and the other is for Xiao Yao and Xiao Dacun.

As for what was written on that paper, I won't go into details.

And when Xiao Yao led a part of the Xinghua Village soldiers to take the initiative to attack the village the next day, he suddenly found that there were already more than 100 corpses of bandits and bandits in the nearby mountains in a valley a few miles east of the village. There, Xiao Yao naturally found a letter left by the golden-clothed young man Zu Zhai, and he won't mention it here.

As for Wang Yuelong, after returning to Fenzhou City, he and Ying Tianxiang, who came back from visiting friends, continued on the road.

To be continued......

This book was first published in Reading Rim