Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

Boom, boom, boom...

The lengthy sound of knocking on the door slowly spread around with Yang Guo waving his knuckles.

"Who is it~"

"It's me, Xiao Yang."

The face of the cattle shopkeeper in the house froze at that moment.

The hand rests on the latch.

Not moving, not moving.

so embarrassing...

Yang Guo stood outside the door, frowning, his clothes were already soaked in sweat, his mouth was dry and thirsty.

After waiting in silence for a while, Yang Guo understood what he meant.

"Since the shopkeeper Niu has something to do... then the kid won't bother me much."

Yang Guo is not a person who asks for boredom, so he turns and leaves.

He wanted to ask if there were any vacant houses in this village, and he was going to buy them.

Anyway, I have money on hand.

And now it is only possible to change the target to someone else.

Yang Guo covered his eyes with his hands to avoid the glare of the sun, and walked in the village.

Ding, ding, ding...

Yang Guo moved his ears slightly, and heard a slight sound of iron hammering.

He walked quickly towards the place where the sound came from.

It was a very remote blacksmith shop, not in Niujia Village, but at the foot of the mountain outside the village.

It seems that they are afraid of delaying other people's rest.

Yang Guo approached quickly, looking at the blacksmith who was forging the iron.

The blacksmith had a gray beard and a hunched back, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he must be quite old, but he used the hammer in his hand like a tiger, with a certain rhyme in it.

"Uncle, uncle..."

Yang Guo yelled a few times, but the blacksmith didn't pay attention to Yang Guo, and continued to forge with his head depressed.

Yang Guo frowned slightly, thought: Could it be a hearing-impaired person?

He took out the silver from his pocket and said loudly:
"Uncle, I want to ask where Muramasa's house is~"

when--

The blacksmith dropped the last hammer and put the red-hot hoe into the water tank.

He took the white scarf and wiped his sweat.

"Little friend, the work on hand didn't stop just now, I'm sorry, what's the matter with you!"

The blacksmith raised his head at this moment, Yang Guo could see his face clearly, he looked only about forty years old.

It's just that with the blessing of that gray hair, people will believe that they are 60 years old.

Yang Guo handed over the broken silver in his hand.

"Little friend, is this going to hit something?"

The blacksmith didn't answer.

Yang Guo was startled, and retracted his arm, knowing that he was being abrupt.

"Uncle, the boy is here to ask where the village is. I want to rent a house."

"Cunzheng~ He took people to Jiaxing these days, and I'm afraid it will take several days before he comes back."

The blacksmith thought for a while, then slowly replied.

Yang Guo frowned slightly, only thinking why his luck is so bad recently?
"Uncle, do you know that there are still vacant houses in the village? I'm going to settle down here recently, otherwise I'm afraid I'm going to sleep outside today."

The blacksmith was silent for a long time, observing Yang Guo for a while.

"Little friend, behind my blacksmith shop, there is still a vacant house where the ore used to be stored. If you don't mind it, I can lend it to you for a few days."

Yang Guo originally thought that the blacksmith was looking for a reason to send him away, but he didn't expect to find him a place to live.

Yang Guo is not a hypocritical person either, he smiled and replied: "Then I will cause trouble for you."

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of raising your hands, wait for me to clean up, and I'll take you there."

Yang Guo nodded, and waited patiently, but his eyes were moving up and down, and he felt a little sleepy.

Speaking of which, since Yang Guo met Hong Lingbo, he hasn't had a good rest.

It is natural to be sleepy at this time.

a while.

The blacksmith propped a cane under his shoulder and walked out of the blacksmith shop.

Yang Guo was a little surprised.

I didn't expect that this disabled person would be so proficient in using a hammer just now.

Curious in my heart, I couldn't help asking: "Boy Yang Guo, don't you know the uncle's name?"

The blacksmith froze, and a trace of sadness flashed in his chaotic eyes, but he quickly restrained himself, and replied with a smile: "Everyone in the village calls me Blacksmith Feng, so you should call me that too, little friend."

Blacksmith Feng, surnamed Feng?One leg is also lame.

With a flash of inspiration, Yang Guo finally knew who the person in front of him was.

It should be Feng Mofeng, the sixth disciple of Huang Yaoshi on Taohua Island.

While thinking in his heart, Feng Mofeng, who was leading the way, had already stopped.

"Little friend is this house. I used to put iron ore in it, but now it's free. It's just that there is no bed, so I need to solve it myself."

"It's natural. The uncle can give the boy a place to stay. The boy is already very grateful. How dare he ask for anything else."

"That's fine, I'll go to work first. If you have anything to do, you can come to the blacksmith shop to find me."

Feng Mofeng replied with a smile, and left slowly on crutches.

Yang Guo watched him go away, after recalling Feng Mofeng's life experience.

I have to sigh that Huang Laoxie's personality charm is really not small.

Sighing, he walked into the house.

The house has obviously been converted into a woodshed.

He had nothing to dislike, and fell asleep with his pillow on the thatch.

In his previous life, Yang Guo also slept on a bench at the train station in order to save money.

Sleeping on the thatch now is not bad.

After all, thatch is softer.

...

...

When Feng Mofeng shouted, Yang Guo slowly opened his eyes.

It was already evening.

The sky is full of sunset clouds, and the mountain village is covered with a layer of red gauze, which is really beautiful.

Cool breeze, but not so hot.

Yang Guo walked out with a withered straw dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Hey... Isn't it time for dinner? I thought Brother Yang hadn't eaten yet, so I came here to invite you to have dinner together, so you won't have to do it."

Looking at the dark-skinned, gray-haired man in front of him, Yang Guo smiled.

"Then thank you, Uncle Feng."

The two walked all the way to the blacksmith shop ahead.

Only then did Yang Guo realize that there was a man waiting outside the blacksmith shop.

"Brother Feng... this is it."

"This is Carpenter Li from the village. I asked him to make a bed and some furniture for you."

Yang Guo was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect Feng Mofeng to be so enthusiastic.

"Old Feng."

Seeing Feng Mofeng approaching, Carpenter Li stood up and waved with a smile on his face.

"By the way, this little brother belongs to you, Old Feng..."

Looking at Yang Guo standing next to Feng Mofeng, Carpenter Li asked hesitantly.

All along, Feng Mofeng was alone.

Suddenly, a person who was about the same age as Feng Mofeng's nephew appeared.

Carpenter Li was naturally interested.

Gossip is something not only for women, but also for men.

Feng Mofeng was not stupid either, he immediately knew that Carpenter Li had misunderstood.

"Old Li, you misunderstood, this little brother Yang is coming to live with me for a while."

"Come, come, sit down."

Carpenter Li chuckled, and pulled the two of them to sit down.

Probably because of Yang Guo's age, he didn't have any alcohol.

...

...

into the night.

Looking at the brand new house, the corners of Yang Guo's mouth curled up.

Ok……

Feng Mofeng can deal with this person.

Sitting on the wooden bed, Yang Guo tapped his fingers rhythmically.

Thinking about what to do before taking Feng Mofeng to Peach Blossom Island.

When eating just now.

Yang Guo also saw that Feng Mofeng wanted to leave.

He vaguely remembered Feng Mofeng's ending.

Naturally, he would not let this uncle who was kind to him die at the hands of Jinlun Fawang.