After hesitating for a moment, Mo Yu finally did not touch the black coffin. His sense of taste had not yet recovered. If he continued to provoke these strange pairs, he might lose something.

The name of this town is Changping Town. It is located in the middle reaches of Tianhe Continent. People traveling from the south to the north often stop here to rest and rest. It is considered a prosperous place.

Due to the favorable conditions of the place, the town officials specially cleared a piece of land in the east to be used as a trading market. There were all kinds of strange things in it, ranging from precious to ordinary.

Mo Yu asked a passerby for the location of the blacksmith shop in the city, and then took Mo Qi straight to the iron shop, preparing to melt and recast the original Youwei Sword scabbard.

The iron shop is located in the southeast of the town and is relatively remote. When you turn the corner, you can hear the knocking sounds of "ding-dang~" and "ding-dang~" in the distance.

The two of them followed the sound and came to a private house with a single courtyard. The courtyard door was open, but before they could enter, they were forced out by a wave of heat.

At a quick glance, I saw a big bare-armed man with bulging muscles inside, holding a black hammer and sweating like rain, hitting a piece of hot red iron.

The other party was fully focused, his eyes were full of the red-hot iron piece. Mo Yu couldn't help but disturb him, so he and Mo Qi sat on the wooden bench in the courtyard and waited.

The entire yard is relatively simple. There is a main room in the north for people to rest, a firewood house on the west side, and a blacksmithing place on the east side.

Unlike a normal iron shop that is located in a market place, this iron shop is in its own courtyard. There is only one blacksmith who can burn the furnace, pull the wind, and swing the hammer by himself.

The two sat outside for half an hour, with no visitors during the period. Affected by the hot air in the room, their mouths became dry.

I looked around and saw that the blacksmith in the house was always banging on the table and didn't come out to greet them. I don't know whether he really didn't know or pretended not to know. He was a weirdo!

Time passed bit by bit, and as it was approaching afternoon, the two of them decided to leave and planned to get up early tomorrow.

Just as they stepped out of the gate, the blacksmith came out sweating and shouted to the two of them in a rough voice: "What are you going to fight?"

Mo Yu turned around after hearing the sound, and then saw the other person's entire face clearly.

He is two meters tall, with a muscular back and a muscular body, a head of neat short hair that stands as straight as a needle, a beard, thick lips, and round and lively eyes.

The two men stepped forward. Mo Yu held his sword in his fist and said, "Sorry, my sword and scabbard are different sizes. I would like to ask the master to melt down the scabbard and recast it."

The blacksmith frowned and looked at Youqi, stretching out his calloused hand: "Bring it to me and let me have a look."

Blacksmiths know a lot about weapons, and if it is seen that Youwei is not an ordinary person, he will become suspicious.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed, without too much hesitation, he looked directly into the blacksmith's eyes, handed it to You and cried: "Leng Bing is a bit sharp, please be careful."

Mo Qi looked around and secretly raised his inner strength. If the blacksmith got greedy, he was ready to strike with thunder at any time.

Unexpectedly, the blacksmith accepted Youqiu with a calm expression, first weighed it in his hands, and then casually drew out the sword.

When the black light suddenly flashed and Youwei's soft moan was exposed in the air, the blacksmith's eyes were suddenly shocked, but he was not too excited. He flicked the sword blade with his fingers and sighed sincerely: "He is a true magic weapon."

The two of them, Mo Yu, had been observing the blacksmith's expression closely, and they could clearly distinguish between sincerity and falsehood. The other party only showed admiration, not covetousness.

Mo Yu felt a little relieved, pointed to the scabbard and asked, "Can the scabbard be re-smelted?"

The blacksmith looked at the scabbard and threw Youqi to Mo Yu. Then he went back to the house to get a measuring stick and carefully measured the size of the sword. Finally he stood up and said, "Okay, but your scabbard is made of extraordinary iron and is heavy."

It takes about a month to cast."

"Isn't one month too long? It's just a scabbard."

Mo Qi was puzzled. He had once visited Chiyang City's blacksmith shop with his grandfather. The blacksmith there could make a set of long swords in just four or five days.

Mo Yu didn't say anything. One month was indeed too much of a delay. Depending on the other party's explanation, if it was reasonable, he could only wait.

The blacksmith curled his lips in disdain at Mo Qi's question and crossed his arms with a sullen expression: "The sword is extremely sharp, and the sheath that can bear its sharpness is considered miraculous. What others see is just the outer layer of black iron, but the mixed materials inside are difficult to hide."

See, if you two feel that this is too long, you can find another expert."

Everything the blacksmith said made sense, and when the two of them thought about it carefully, it was indeed the case. Youqi was an ancient magic weapon that was still gathering dust, so its scabbard was naturally not made of ordinary materials.

Realizing that he had misunderstood the blacksmith, Mo Yu quickly clasped his fists and apologized. Seeing the sincerity of the two men, the blacksmith waved his hands and dismissed the matter. After leaving a sentence of "think about it yourself", he went back to the house.

The sound of ping-pong and iron could be heard again in the room. Mo Yu frowned and looked at the scabbard, lost in thought.

If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools. Before doing something, he must be fully prepared.

Since the Qingtian Twelve Sects have the power to suppress the emperor's palace, they will never disappear. As long as they exist for a day, they will eventually show their flaws.

I am in a hurry to go to Shalou now because I just feel that there are shadows of the Twelve Qingtian Sects in Shalou. This is just a guess and not 100% certain.

Now that the world is in chaos and the martial arts world is in disarray, what he needs most is to improve his strength. Whether he is going to kill the building or looking for the Twelve Heavenly Sects, he should build on his strong strength.

As his companion weapon, Youqi is not insignificant. The swordsman and the sword are in harmony, and the combined strength is twice as strong as that of a human being...

After thinking clearly, Mo Yu stood up and knocked on the door. The blacksmith walked out holding a delicate hammer: "What, have you thought about it?"

Mo Yu handed Youqi over: "Okay, I'll give it to the master."

The blacksmith looked surprised at Mo Yu's simple behavior. He took Youqi's hand and walked into the house after hesitating for a moment. When he came out again, Youqi had already changed the scabbard of his sword. It was a red scabbard.

The blacksmith handed Youqi back to Mo Yu: "I'll keep the sheath, but you take it away."

Mo Yu originally thought that the other party would keep the sword blade for comparison, but he didn't expect that this was not the case, which was not bad.

"Then I don't know how much money I should pay you?" Mo Yu pulled out the sword for a little while. The new scabbard was suitable for Youqi.

This was supposed to be a normal question, but unexpectedly, the blacksmith changed his face when he heard this, and shouted gloomily: "Who are you?"

The sudden change surprised the two of them. Mo Yu looked at the blacksmith in confusion and found that the other man was in a defensive posture with a vigilant look on his face.

"Did you misunderstand something? The two of us just asked you to melt a scabbard. Why do you do this?" Mo Yu distanced himself so as not to deepen the other party's misunderstanding.

"Why are you so crazy for no reason!" Mo Qi muttered dissatisfiedly when he saw his elder brother waving his hands to him.

The blacksmith stared hesitantly, and all he could see from their expressions was confusion and confusion. He thought to himself: "Is it possible that I misunderstood them?"

After a few breaths, the blacksmith put away his posture and still asked warily: "Then how did you two find this place?"

"You'll know just by asking people." Mo Yu didn't need to think about it and answered truthfully.

The blacksmith didn't believe it and said casually: "You must be foreigners."

Mo Yu and Mo Qi looked at each other, and then said naturally: "I've just settled here for the first time."

After hearing this answer, the blacksmith lost all scruples about the two of them, but his brows furrowed even more tightly, and he said with an ugly face: "You go, I won't do this business!"

After saying that, he turned back to the house, threw Youqi's original scabbard over, and urged him impatiently: "Hurry up, I'm closing the door."

The two of them were at a loss. Things took a turn for the worse. No one expected such a turn of events. Why did they start chasing people away after everything was going well?

Mo Yu originally wanted to ask the other party why, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.

It is better to do less than to do more. He pulled out the red scabbard and said: "Since you don't want to do this business, I will not force anyone to do anything difficult. This scabbard will be returned to its original owner."

The blacksmith's expression was gloomy. He didn't even look at the scabbard. He pushed the two of them out of the door and said angrily: "I regretted it first. I'm giving you this scabbard!"

"Bang~", the door was closed tightly, and the two people stood outside the door in a fog, looking at each other.

"Brother, he is..." Mo Qi couldn't explain why and was very depressed.

"Go back first." Mo Yu's mind was filled with the unusual behavior of the blacksmith, and he turned and walked out of the street.

Mo Qi glanced at the closed door again and followed him inexplicably.

I originally planned to go to the market after the blacksmith shop, but after that I lost my leisure and lowered my head all the way back to the inn.

When we returned to the inn, the girl's room was still locked, and we didn't know who else had been unlucky.

Pushing open the door, Mo Yu was still thinking about the blacksmith's inexplicable behavior. Mo Qiu picked up the teapot and went down to get water. After waiting for an hour, he was already thirsty.

Mo Yu was thinking all afternoon. When the sun set in the west and Mo Qiqi's chest pressed against his back, Mo Yu suddenly stood up and said with an ugly face: "We are afraid that we have been tricked!"

Mo Qi was shocked when he heard this, stood up and asked: "Why does the elder brother say this?"

Mo Yu poured two glasses of water, drank them, and guided Mo Qi step by step.

"The blacksmith asked two questions in total. Who are you? How do you know this place? His tone was stern and his expression was nervous. Under what circumstances do you think the average person would do this?"

Mo Qi frowned and thought. After taking a few breaths, he looked at Mo Yu uncertainly: "When you meet someone with ill intentions and your life is threatened."

Mo Yu nodded in confirmation: "Yes, the blacksmith behaved as usual before and did not expel us. This shows that he took our arrival as a matter of course and should have known about his existence."

"Later, when I asked him how he charged, there was a contrast. There was only one explanation for this: the people who went to his residence were either familiar to him, or were introduced by acquaintances. They knew the details of the charges and other details well, and would not casually continue to visit him.

ask."

Mo Qimao suddenly opened his mouth and suddenly continued what Mo Yu said: "When we went there, he introduced us as an acquaintance, so we were unprepared. But when the elder brother asked about the price, he revealed that he was not an acquaintance, and that's what happened later."

Mo Yu's eyes were deep and he nodded: "The location of the blacksmith's shop is different from that of the market, and its vigilant and defensive posture is also relaxed, which shows that the blacksmith is also a man of the world."

"Master?" Mo Qi stared in surprise.

Mo Yu shook his head. The other party had never made a move, and he couldn't tell the difference. At this time, he was concerned about another thing. Who was the person who showed him the way at noon?

Generally, people who have had a chance encounter will not forget it quickly. It had only been a few hours from noon to now, but he could not recall the other person's appearance.
Chapter completed!