Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Grandpa Rich."

Outside the wealthy old man's house, Nan Xin knocked on the door and called politely a few times.

Half a moment passed, and no one came out at all.

Nan Xin smiled apologetically at Zhang Yifeng: "Mr. Fu's ears are not very good. Let's go in and find him directly."

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said: "Then go in first."

The door was locked, but this was not a problem for the two warriors, who climbed over the wall and entered.

What comes into view is a large courtyard with a furnace and several forging platforms.

It can be seen that there must have been many blacksmiths when this yard was at its peak.

But at this moment, there was only one old man sitting in the whole yard.

"Is he the rich old man?"

Even though Zhang Yifeng knew that Mr. Fu was a bit old, Zhang Yifeng was still a little surprised when he saw Mr. Fu in person.

Is this a bit old? He's already too old to look good, okay!

The rich old man has white hair, a wrinkled face, and cloudy eyes. He looks like a waning old man. No wonder those warriors were so crazy about forging weapons. They were afraid that the rich old man would die accidentally.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was wondering, could the old man still hold a forging hammer?

Zhang Yifeng and Nan Xin didn't speak after they came in, and the old man didn't seem to notice. Instead, he looked at the forging platform and fell into deep thought.

When Zhang Yifeng saw this scene, he suddenly sighed and said to Nan Xin: "Nan Xin, let's go, we are in the wrong place."

After the voice fell, Zhang Yifeng turned and left.

"Ah, Brother Zhang, are you leaving like this?" Nan Xin was a little surprised. Didn't Zhang Yifeng come here to learn blacksmithing? Since there was no reason why he wanted to cut off Mr. Fu’s sword, he entered the courtyard.

Zhang Yifeng rolled his eyes at Nan Xin and said in a calm voice: "This old gentleman is so old, I'm afraid he can't forge anymore. His sword was easily cut off by me, and it's not necessarily that powerful. It seems like he's just trying to gain fame. .”

Zhang Yifeng spoke again, then turned around and left resolutely.

However, just as he took steps forward, a furious voice came from behind.

"Boy! What did you just say! Say it again."

This voice naturally came from the rich old man. His voice was loud and resonant, not unlike an old man who was about to turn to dust.

Zhang Yifeng's heart moved, but his expression did not change at all. He turned around slightly and saw the old man staring at him with excitement.

This old man, Nan Xin called him so hard outside just now, he pretended not to hear, but Zhang Yifeng said this not loudly, but he heard it clearly. It seems he is not deaf.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man, shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything just now."

"Do you think my old man is deaf? You say I can't forge!" the old man shouted with a red face.

Zhang Yifeng quickly apologized and said: "Old sir, just think that I am young and ignorant, and that I am a childish person."

"Ah? What did you say?" The old man put his hands on his ears, as if he didn't hear what Zhang Yifeng said. I don’t know if I am really deaf or pretending to be deaf.

"Mr. Fu, Brother Zhang said he admires you." Nan Xin spoke loudly.

The old man nodded with satisfaction and sat on the forging platform to bask in the sun.

Although there are several forging stations in the yard, it is obvious that they have not been opened for forging for a long time.

"Let's go." Seeing that the old man was silent, Zhang Yifeng knew that the old man was an arrogant person, but he was also an arrogant person, so he never revealed that he wanted to learn blacksmithing. There is also some worry about whether the old man can still open the furnace for forging. If the things are not practiced and the person is exhausted, Zhang Yifeng will really be guilty. Therefore, Zhang Yifeng still planned to leave.

However, before leaving, Zhang Yifeng threw the broken sword on the ground.

Clang Clang Clang.

A crisp sound came, attracting the old man's attention.

When the old man saw the broken sword on the ground, his pupils shrank.

"Stop boy!"

Just as Zhang Yifeng expected, Mr. Fu stopped him before he even walked out of the blacksmith shop.

Zhang Yifeng turned around and said calmly: "Is there anything else, Mr. Fu?"

Mr. Fu waited for Zhang Yifeng, blushing and saying in a thick-necked voice, "Did you cut off my sword?"

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "I'm sorry, old man. I accidentally cut off the sword you made with great effort without using any force. I think it should be the best sword you can forge. It's a pity, it's a pity." "

"Fart, that sword is just a sword I made casually." Mr. Fu has always been sacrificed in the Kunlun Mountains. Even the four-star sects have to look at his face. People like Zhang Yifeng who look down on him, he It’s the first time I’ve seen it. Taking a deep breath, the old man spoke again, "What sword did you use?"

"It's just an ordinary sword, Nuo. If you want to see it, just take it and have a look."

Zhang Yifeng casually threw the sword out.

The rich old man took the magic weapon sword. At first glance, he was disdainful. Is this also called a sword? This appearance is so ugly that it simply tarnishes the word sword! Just as he was about to say something sarcastic to Zhang Yifeng, Mr. Fu's pupils shrank. He had never seen the material of this sword.

However, as a senior blacksmith, he felt that this thing was extraordinary.

The rich man picked up his sword and struck it at the flower stand next to the yard.

There was a soft sneer. The flower bed was directly cut in half by the sword in his hand. This sword is really sharp.

"What a waste of nature, what a waste of nature!"

After careful investigation, the old man kept sighing. He held Zhang Yifeng's sword in his arms like a peerless treasure.

Then he looked at Zhang Yifeng, gritted his teeth and said: "Who made this sword?"

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "It's me, what's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"You made it? Little doll, if you give me this thing, I can make a magic weapon."

"Magic weapon? Is that an exaggeration? Besides, your body..." Zhang Yifeng looked unbelieving.

"Little baby, do you think I'm too old to swing a forging hammer?" the old man said angrily.

Zhang Yifeng was about to say no, but Mr. Fu waved his hand and spoke again.

"Little baby, I, Fu Zhitu, started learning the art of forging when I was five years old. Now, one hundred and ten years have passed, but I can no longer swing the hammer."

After saying this, the rich old man shook his head and sighed.

From the eyes of Mr. Fu, Zhang Yifeng saw a deep love for blacksmithing, and couldn't help but respect Mr. Fu. An old man who is over a hundred years old and can't even lift a forging hammer still loves his industry in his heart.

"Do you know why my old man has never been willing to die?" The rich old man suddenly raised his head, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "That's because I can't bear to bring my forging skills into the pit!"

Mr. Fu's words made Zhang Yifeng frown slightly. Since he was reluctant to bring him into the pit, why not teach others?