Broken Night

Chapter Twenty - The Last Time

But in addition to the feeling, it intrigued him. In this world, his understanding of weapons was several levels higher than that of the Canghuang Continent in his previous life. Perhaps because of the patterns, the functions and powers of weapons in this world are ever-changing.

Unconsciously, he found that he had come to the end of Bing Street.

Xu Yan looked around, and when he was about to return to the academy, he saw an inconspicuous weapon shop at the end of the street.

What attracted him was the signboard of his weapon shop—the God Soldier Qiao Family.

Divine Soldier?

...

Xu Yan walked into the weapon shop of "Qiao's House of God Soldier", but there was a wave of heat coming towards him.

A wooden counter looks a little old, but it was wiped clean and has a kind of ancient smell. To his satisfaction, not only the counter, but the whole weapon shop looked old, but it was very clean, not even dusty.

Soon, Xu Yan's eyes fell on a sword on the wall.

The sword has no edge and looks more like an iron rod.

But Xu Yan was somewhat interested.

"Welcome... come." Hearing someone's voice outside, a man came out from the inner hall of the store. Just seeing that the visitor turned out to be a little doll, he was a little stunned, and then waved his hand: "Little doll, go away, this is not a place for you to hang out."

Xu Yan said, "Is there any shortage of people here?"

The man was stunned: "What did you say?"

Xu Yan patted his little chest: "I said I want to come and work!"

...

Qiao Zhigang stood in front of the counter and frowned at Xu Yan.

He frowned. "I said, how old are you, child? Do you know where this place is?"

"I'm short of people here, but I don't want a child to help me."

While he was looking at Xu Yan, Xu Yan was also looking at him.

The man looked young, probably in his twenties. It's hard to imagine a shop owner at this age, but Xu Yan paid attention to his body. Muscles are uneven, especially when his arms are bent like a beast. And Xu Yan was very sensitive to see that his right hand was also wrapped with a black cloth belt similar to Zuo Chengzhe. This person is obviously also a tattoo artist.

Xu Yan shook his head: "I'm not here to fight." Then he looked at the man seriously: "I'm here to find someone to fight."

Qiao Zhigang's mouth opened slightly, is this kid crazy? Brain sick?

Xu Yan ignored him and walked straight to the iron-like sword.

He knew nothing about grass refining and water casting. But in the most extensive fire forging, he is an expert. "This sword uses only one material—falling star stone. The falling star stone is a kind of stone with patterns, but its grade is not high, and it has no advantages other than weight. If I am not mistaken, you Did you use at least 200 catties of Falling Star Stone?"

"The 200 jins of falling star stones are melted at high temperature and then smelted. The essence of the 200 jins of falling star stones is gathered into a sword. You did a good job in this process."

"It's just that after the sword is made, your other processes are too bad. First, how bad does the casting shape have to be to make the sword look like a stick? Then you enter the pattern, you are entering the [force pattern]. Right? The force pattern is to enhance the user's strength. But why should it be inserted on the hilt? If I am not mistaken, you must not have inserted the force pattern. Because the position you originally intended to insert the pattern is on the blade. .But you didn't expect that you would be forged into a wrought iron rod, so the change in shape interrupted your idea of ​​getting tattooed."

"In the end, you can only add a force pattern to the hilt at will."

"A weapon that had the opportunity to become a second-tier weapon, was reduced to only a first-tier tattooed soldier."

Qiao Zhigang looked at Xu Yan with a hellish look: "You... Who are you?"

Xu Yan was very satisfied with his gaze, as if returning to the spirited era: "The one who rescued you from the sea of ​​misery. Come on, call me master."

...

Qiao Zhigang greeted Xu Yan into the store.

Xu Yan sat down politely and looked around.

It seems that this little guy simply lives here, in this way.

Qiao Zhi just took two cups of tea, and then sat on the desk, looking at Xu Yan with complicated eyes: "Who the **** are you?"

Xu Yan shook his head, the bald head swayed and looked very ridiculous: "I said, I will let you fight for me. Anyway, you can treat me as a genius, I can help you improve your forging. strength."

Qiao Zhigang also shook his head: "This matter is ridiculous. I am a descendant of the Qiao family, and I haven't fallen to this point. I invited you to come in and serve tea, only because your comment is very reasonable, so I treat guests with tea. ”

Xu Yan was not dissatisfied, but nodded in satisfaction.

Some backbone, is a man.

Qiao Zhigang didn't look at Xu Yan, but looked at the smallpox with emotion: "Once, my Qiao family was also a wealthy family that could forge magic weapons. It's a pity that it has been passed down for centuries, but no one can inherit the craftsmanship of the ancestors of the Qiao family. Generation after generation A generation has fallen. In the end, even my old man sold his last third-order tattoo soldier to gamble for money. After losing, he committed suicide."

"I'm the only one left in the Qiao family."

"My forging skills are only learned from the two pages of secret manuals handed down from my ancestors. However, there are only fusion techniques. The rest are still blindly groping by myself."

Qiao Zhigang was drinking tea slowly, talking about the past of the Qiao family.

Xu Yan didn't speak either. From Qiao Zhigang's words, he seemed to see the decline of a huge family with his own eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I made you laugh, little brother. I, Qiao Zhigang, have nothing to do with anything, so I can only replace it with tea. Today, I can see a little brother who understands weapons, which is also my fate, Qiao Zhigang."

Xu Yan looked at Qiao Zhigang, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He originally planned to find a silly boy to fight on his behalf, but seeing Qiao Zhigang's manly and tenacious nature really made him think about accepting apprentices.

"I said, you heard me say so much, still don't believe I can forge?"

Qiao Zhigang smiled: "Okay, I naturally believe it. Otherwise, I would not be able to tell the drawbacks of the Falling Star Sword I forged just now. But little brother, you are too young to be able to swing a hammer, right? I don't know about you. I know the method of forging from which family or which secret book. But I have not been reduced to coveting a child's knowledge."

"If you really look down on me, Joe, come and discuss with me about forging once in a while, and have a cup of tea."

...

Xu Yan left from Qiao Zhigang and walked back to the academy.

When he came to Bing Street, he was not in a hurry to relax.

But he really wanted to find a way to make money.

That **** Xu Tian blocked his economy, he really wanted to find a way to make money. Because silver taels are really useful to him, let's not talk about continuing his research on forging, the biggest reason is - Lan Ming.

Lan Ming's cooking skills are very good, but he is just as poor as himself.

The pig heart porridge that day, Lan Ming confessed to him afterwards, was made of a bit of a spoiled pig heart. Xu Yan almost didn't strangle Lan Ming to death.