“When…when…when…when….”

The sound of iron slashing in the blacksmith shop was extremely rhythmic. Zuo Wuji looked inside outside and saw that every time the blacksmith hit the hammer, a lot of sparks would inevitably pop up on the anvil. The iron embryo was like a piece of hard dough under his hammer, which was obviously smashed to change shape.

Originally, he was attracted by the meat buns, Zuo Wuji didn't care about a blacksmith shop next to him. He looked at the golden armored iron, but felt that it was very skillful. It seemed that ironworking was also quite skillful.

"Ai Ke, your bun!"

The owner of the bun shop on the side had already wrapped the buns in oil paper, and walked to Zuo Wuji and handed them to him.

"Oh, thank you."

Zuo Wuji still spoke these words fluently. He reached out to take the oil paper bag, then looked down and unbuttoned it. There were ten. No wonder he was so heavy.

"This, ten?"

"Hehe, please use it slowly, you won't charge any more!"

"Oh, thank you very much!"

Zuo Wuji picked up a bun, opened his mouth and sipped it hard. Half of the bun was gone, and the hot mouth was filled with oily fragrance.

"Okay, delicious!"

Zuo Wuji praised him and looked at the golden armored iron. The owner of the bun shop on the side saw that there were no customers for the time being, and did not return to the shop, but approached Zuo Wuji.

"This guest official, are you and Brother Jin fellows?"

"ah?"

The other party's voice was small and his speaking speed was fast, so Zuo Wuji didn't understand what it meant for a while

"I mean, guest, are you, are you, and Brother Jin, a fellow villager?"

“Oh oh oh…”

Zuo Wuji nodded, now he roughly understood.

"Yes, it should be, listen to the accent, like, we all..."

‘What do you say about Yunzhou Dazhen…’

After thinking for a while, Zuo Wuji pointed at the clouds in the sky.

"We are all, Yunzhou, Da...zhen... people."

Dazhen was directly pronounced as the original one. The owner of the bun shop looked at Zuo Wuji's fingers and scratched his head and seemed to understand it. He had never heard of the word Dazhen before. Is it still a place in the sky? But I think it is a more special place name.

"It's not far away?"

Zuo Wuji was already eating the second bun now and exclaimed at the boss of the bun shop.

"This bun tastes so good! My hometown is far away, far away, the ocean, the other end of the sea..."

As he said that, Zuo Wuji had already walked into the blacksmith shop and looked around in the shop. From time to time, he picked up some farm tools and kitchen knives to think and beat them.

"This guy is so skillful, these iron tools are not simple."

Jin Jia ignored Zuo Wuji and continued to make a fuss. Zuo Wuji did not insist on Jin Jia paying attention, but walked to the anvil and looked at him like this.

The owner of the bun shop outside was slightly shocked. This foreigner stood so close to the anvil and stood so steadily, his body was impartial, his eyes were not blinking, and he was still eating buns as if nothing had happened. If it were someone else, the pressure of Brother Jin's hammer alone could scare most people backwards.

‘It seems that this foreigner is also an ingenious one!’

"Boss, buy buns..."

"Oh OK, here we come!"

When he heard someone calling him there, the owner of the bun shop hurried back, but he couldn't help but look at the blacksmith shop. It was rare to see a fellow villager of Brother Jin and wanted to know something about Brother Jin.

Zuo Wuji stood by the golden armor, watching the frequency of his hammer change, counting the frequency of his hammer, basically one frequency of 7,799 hammers, taking into account the various details of the iron embryo.

"Si Lala--"

The iron embryo was sent into a wooden barrel to quench, and after a moment, it was tempered again. Zuo Wuji also ate the last bun in the process, clapped his hands and rubbed his stomach, and showed a satisfied look on his face.

It was also at this moment that the curtain of the back room of the blacksmith shop was lifted from the inside, and a strong old man came out from the inside.

"Well? Who are you? Don't stand too close to the stove and the anvil if you buy iron tools!"

Zuo Wuji bowed and saluted to the old man.

"I am also a Dazhen person in the lower house. I am not here to buy iron tools, but the stove is quite warm!"

The old blacksmith frowned and looked at Zuo Wuji.

"What are you saying, I can't understand a single sentence."

After the old blacksmith said this, Zuo Wuji understood that the old blacksmith had nothing to do with Dazhen.

Jinjia glanced at the old blacksmith and answered.

"He said his name is Zuo Wuji, and he is a Dazhen person. He is not here to buy iron tools. He is warm next to the stove so he stands."

Such a straightforward retelling made Zuo Wuji secretly funny, and when the other party said the word "Dazhen", he also learned from him and spoke directly in Dazhen's words.

"Old man, I and him are fellow villagers!"

Zuo Wuji clicked himself and then a little golden armor. The old blacksmith could understand this and then became interested in it instantly.

"Is that true! Are you a fellow villager with Xiao Jin? Is his family far away? How many people do you? What do your parents do?"

"I don't know this..."

The golden armor on one side put down the hammer without bowing his head, just looking down at Zuo Wuji with his squint eyes.

"Since you are a native of Dazhen, why are you here to do it?"

Jin Jia asked Zuo Wuji in Dazhen words. The old blacksmith on the side widened his eyes when he heard it. He was really a fellow villager. He had never heard Xiao Jin say such words, but he just didn't know what he asked.

Zuo Wuji answered with a smile with his hands on his chest.

"Highing martial arts! What are you doing in this distant foreign land?"

Jin Jia likes to lie, but he can not answer. He walked aside and poured a bowl of water in a kettle. After drinking it, he looked at Zuo Wuji.

"Your martial arts seem to be quite good, what kind of tempering will you do?"

Zuo Wuji felt even more interesting. This man seemed to be able to see his martial arts skills. Although he just looked at the blacksmith, he also realized that he must have extraordinary skills.

"So, if I say I'm using demons to temper it, my brother is trustworthy?"

The old blacksmith was a little anxious.

"What are you talking about? Hey, Xiao Jin, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I, to this blacksmith, talk about my hometown, talk about it, a little bit, change..."

"oh……"

The old blacksmith nodded suddenly, looked at Jinjia and asked.

“Can there be any changes in my hometown?”

Jin Jia calmed down for a few breaths and answered a word briefly.

"No."

"You guys are not talking so much, you guys are really good. Just kid, just joke with Master..."

The old blacksmith muttered and walked aside to start sorting out his own guy affairs.

The golden armor walked back to the edge of the anvil, checked some iron embryos in the furnace, and did not look back, but there was still something to ask Zuo Wuji.

"It seems that your martial arts are very powerful!"

The golden armor is not a question, but a positive sentence. Zuo Wuji's qi and blood are indeed stronger than ordinary people, but the real qi and blood and evil energy are locked in his body. He didn't see it much before. After reading it carefully, especially the demonic tempering just now, I felt that there was a raging fire in this person's eyes, which was definitely not a false statement.

When Zuo Wuji heard the words of Jinjia, he laughed again.

"My martial arts are indeed accomplished, but how about my brother? You are not an ordinary blacksmith, are you?"

Jin Jia paused for a moment, looked at Zuo Wuji seriously, and after a while, he turned around, and a sentence without any emotional ups and downs came.

"You can't beat me, so you don't have to compare with me."

Another affirmative sentence, and it is firmly determined.

‘What a big tone!’

Zuo Wuji's heart was thrilled, but he was not a novice in the world. It was impossible for him to be so angry just because of a word. Besides, he had no intention of seeking this blacksmith to compete.

I finally saw a fellow villager in a foreign land, and this person was definitely not bad, Zuo Wuji just felt it was kind.

"By the way, if I want to stay, I don't know where there is a cheaper inn?"

Jinjia walked to the door of the store and pointed in a direction.

"Let's go northwards and keep walking, it's not that rich and inns should be cheaper."

"Uh, don't you keep me for one night?"

Jinjia slowly turned around and looked at Zuo Wuji.

"Why?"
To be continued...