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Beside the field ridge, the old man was wearing coarse cloth clothes.

There are long iron chains wrapped around his arms, a pickaxe in his right hand, and a bamboo basket behind his back, which vaguely contains some ore.

Seeing the two people looking over, the old man said lightly.

"You haven't come up yet, she is a chaste widow, how can you two help me?"

When Shi Yong heard that he was dripping with cold sweat, he quickly dropped the sickle in his hand, and stepped back in a hurry.

Liu Fuyun was also taken aback, looking back, she saw the woman's black scarf and white shirt, and the black soap skirt underneath, the color was dull, it was the standard attire of a widow.

The ancient times were different from the previous life. There were sages who taught the rituals before, and there were masters who taught people later.

The defense of men and women is the key point of etiquette. The two big men suddenly came to entertain the widow master. It is no wonder that the other party looks like an enemy.

The two left the field in a hurry, a little shame flashed across their faces.

The old man looked up and down, and suddenly his heart moved.

"Are you disciples of the Sun Palace?"

"That's right... I don't know if Senior is...?"

Liu Fuyun seemed to be aware of it, and asked tentatively.

Hearing this, the old man showed such an expression and let out a long sigh.

"Hey, that old fellow Sang Zizai asked you to come, right?"

Liu Fuyun and the two looked at each other, they didn't expect the person who was the purpose of this trip to meet just like this.

"Could it be that you are Li Zuo, Senior Li?"

The old man nodded and said in a deep voice.

"It's me. Who is Sang Zizai?"

Liu Fuyun replied respectfully.

"It's the tutor."

Li Zuo understood, looked at Liu Fuyun carefully again, and said.

"Understood, this old guy has a high vision. It seems that it is not easy for you to become his disciple."

"Senior, it's ridiculous."

The two were exchanging greetings, but they saw the widow, Wan Niang, leading the girl, carrying a basket and carrying a knife, coming out of the field in a hurry and walking towards the village.

When passing by the three of them, he still stopped and saluted Li Zuo deeply.

Li Bi continued to walk without making a sound.

Liu Fuyun sighed lightly and asked.

"Old Li, is she... all right?"

Li Zuo shook his head, as if thinking of something, a look of sadness flashed across his face.

"It's okay, widow, you always have to worry about the underworld. If there is a man here, you can only avoid it."

Liu Fuyun nodded.

"Be cautious in your words and deeds, and observe the festival for the dead. It's really a deep love between husband and wife."

Shi Yong beside him was in a daze all the time.

Li Zuo didn't say much, and walked towards the distance with the ore on his back.

"Come with me."

Seeing this, Liu Fuyun pulled Shi Yong, and the two led the horse and followed the old man.

After a while, a group of three came to the outside of Gonglang Village, more than ten miles away.

A huge funnel-shaped basin appeared in front of him.

The mountains around the basin are winding, and the northeast corner is next to the Pingwang River.

On the slopes of the surrounding mountains, countless small water flows converge towards the center of the basin. The scenery is natural and there is little craftsmanship.

The streams are tortuous because of the mountains, and six of them flow through the mountain trails, with stone steps on them. Visitors can wade in the streams, or walk across the stones with crane steps, each with its own interest.

And in the middle, there is a sword hut, which is where Li Zuo lives.

Liu Fuyun and Shi Yong were also deeply shocked by the magnificent scene before them.

Under the leadership of Li Zuo, the two walked in.

In a thatched shed, the host and guest were seated separately.

Liu Fuyun hastily took out the letter written by Sang Zizai from her bosom, and handed it over.

The old man took it, opened it, and read it carefully.

After a while, Li Zuo put down the letter and looked at Liu Fuyun.

"That's all? No more?"

"Gone……?"

Liu Fuyun was a little dazed.

"What about the money?"

"what money?"

"Old man, grand master, there are more than ten million people asking me to build weapons. What money do you want?"

Li Zuo said naturally.

This time, Liu Fuyun couldn't fix it directly.

What about the deep love you said?Why do you need money.

Li Zuo frowned, his expression a little unkind.

"No way, don't you have any money with you?"

"Um... I don't know the cost?"

Liu Fuyun asked tentatively.

The old man stretched out three fingers and gestured.

"300 taels of silver?"

Liu Fuyun's words almost didn't make the old man's nose crooked.

"What are you thinking about? 3000 taels...gold."

After the words fell, Liu Fuyun almost slapped the table and stood up.

Even the system in my mind rang at the right time.

[Ding, in view of the opponent's lion's big mouth, "Youquan Magic Art" is a little crazy, and the speed of practice has increased by 66%! 】

Although he was slandered in his heart, he was considered an elder after all, and he had needs for others.

Liu Fuyun couldn't say anything, so she could only speak.

"Well, Senior Li, you came here in a hurry and didn't bring that much. My master said that you are brothers and best friends..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he was mercilessly interrupted by the old man.

And answered him, three very familiar words.

"I have to pay more!"

Liu Fuyun: w(Д)w!

At this moment, he really wanted to fly back to the Sun Palace, grab Sang Zizai's beard, and ask.

This is what he said: a friend who cut the throat?
"Senior, could it be that the nickname is Jiaqian layman?"

Liu Fuyun's thoughtless words made Li Zuo a little dazed.

"What extra money, Layman? I just remembered that old man Sang asked for the sword box to be made of deep-sea sinking silver. That thing is very valuable, so of course you have to pay more."

The more the old man talked, the more materials there were. In the end, there were seven or eight kinds of precious materials.

In the mouth of the other party, each piece is worth a thousand gold.

According to him, 3000 taels of gold is simply a price of conscience.

Liu Fuyun rubbed between her brows, feeling a little helpless.

"I said, old man, I really don't have that much money."

"Walk slowly without sending."

Li Zuo didn't talk nonsense, and got up to see the guests off.

Liu Fuyun hurriedly got up to stop him, jokingly, since he came all the way, he couldn't just do nothing.

"Senior, see if there is any other way to offset the casting fee."

"In this case……"

After hearing his words, Li Zuo stopped, rubbed his chin, and seemed to be lost in thought.

Suddenly, something seemed to come to mind.

"Well, if you help me here, and do one thing for me, I'll help you build the sword box."

Seeing the seriousness of the old man, Liu Fuyun seriously suspected that everything before was just a foreshadowing.

The ultimate goal is this.

But people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Liu Fuyun could only nod in agreement.

"Okay, I agree. I don't know what senior wants me to do for you?"

Li Zuo waved his hand and said.

"It's not urgent, you can help here these two days first, but..."

Looking up and down, he shook his head.

"You have an average physique. When I first met you today, I will give you a gift."

As he spoke, he took out a thin book from his pocket and threw it over.

"This is the old man's experience in exercising his body. You can see for yourself and practice."

"Otherwise, I can't stand the high temperature of this furnace..."

He turned and walked away.

Liu Fuyun took the booklet and looked at it, there were two characters written on the cover: casting body!