My wife is a sword god

Yang He looked strange, glanced at Huo Yuan's fleeing back, and said: "Sword? If I remember correctly, there is a sword among the twelve supreme weapons of the Divine Workshop."

Qin Feng sighed: "There is indeed one, named Zhan Tian Ya, which is the sword of the Twelve Divine Generals Dao Kuang."

"Then according to what Brother Huo said, your request for the elder to forge a sword is hopeless?" Yang He said in surprise.

"In fact, I have known that the elder has this rule for a long time, but for some reasons, I have to try my best."

After saying this, Qin Feng exhaled and walked towards the white-haired old man not far away.

Lan Ningshuang and the other two looked at each other and followed.

Qin Feng took out the Immortal Drunk from the Xumi Ring in advance. No matter what, the first impression is very important, so he must show enough sincerity.

Approaching the white-haired old man, he said respectfully: "Elder, my name is Qin Feng. I am entrusted by the Twelve Gods of the Southern Region, Master Dao Kuang, to ask you to forge a weapon.

Knowing that you like famous wines in the world, I brought a jar of immortal wine for you to taste."

Qin Feng deliberately did not say that he wanted to forge a knife, because it was the first time he met the other party and they had no friendship.

If he broke the other party's rules right at the beginning, it would be very likely that he would end up in a bad mood.

So his strategy was also very simple, first communicate with the other party to exchange feelings, and then talk about the following things

The elder ignored him, and his hands did not stop at all, still fiddling with something over there.

Seeing this, Qin Feng took a deep breath. The big guys all have their own personalities, and this situation was also within his expectations.

He slowly opened the lid of the Immortal Drunk with his right hand, and the rich aroma of wine spread out, intoxicating the heart and soul.

The people in the surrounding Divine Workshop all smelled the aroma of wine, paused, and then looked for the source of the fragrance.

The elder sniffed, turned his head and looked at the wine jar: "The wine is good."

Qin Feng's face lit up, and he hurriedly handed over the Immortal Drunk.

The white-haired old man lifted the wine jar with one hand and poured the wine into his mouth. His unrestrained and heroic appearance was really no less than that of a young man.

In a short while, the wine jar was empty, but even though the alcohol concentration of the Immortal Drunk was so high, the old man's face only turned slightly red after drinking it, and it seemed that he was not affected at all.

Lan Ningshuang and the other two saw that the elder had finished drinking the wine and thought there was a chance, even Qin Feng himself thought so.

But who knew that the white-haired old man actually put down the empty wine jar, and then fiddled with the research again, without saying another word.

"This" Yang He and Zhang Tiannan looked at each other.

"Son-in-law." Lan Ningshuang called softly.

Qin Feng made a gesture to keep silent, and then stood quietly beside the elder.

And this wait lasted for two hours.

"Son-in-law, why don't you just forget it?" Lan Ningshuang stepped forward to persuade him. She was really distressed.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Feng replied firmly.

Having said that, he was still a little angry.

After all, the other party had already drunk the wine, but he didn't even want to chat for a few words?

Isn't this obviously a freeloader? !

Forget it, for the sake of his second brother, Qin Feng took a breath and calmed down.

At this time, the elder stopped his hand again. He pointed in a certain direction and said lightly: "Boy, move the things there to me."

Qin Feng and others looked over and saw a half-person-sized wooden box in the corner of the house, which contained many objects of various shapes and unknown materials.

"Okay, wait a moment." Qin Feng responded immediately.

The other party was willing to talk and communicate, indicating that there was still hope!

He trotted to the wooden box, squatted down and wanted to lift it up.

However, when he held both sides with both hands and lifted it up with force, the wooden box didn't move at all!

Damn, it's so heavy?

Qin Feng blushed and was a little embarrassed. He secretly glanced at the side.

Three people not far away were looking at him.

Lan Ningshuang had been with Qin Feng for a long time, and she guessed the reason in an instant. She walked up and whispered: "Son-in-law, let me do it."

Qin Feng coughed dryly and defended himself: "I could move it, but I got a stiff neck when I got up this morning, and my right hand couldn't move. I'm sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome." Lan Ningshuang smiled slightly.

"Also, this box is a bit heavy, you are young."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng widened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman in blue clothes, gently lifting the half-person-sized wooden box with her right hand!

Qin Feng's self-esteem suffered an unprecedented blow.

"Ningshuang is rough. She practices the divine martial arts tradition. It is reasonable that she is stronger than a scholar like me." Qin Feng comforted himself in this way, but he couldn't stand up straight.

Lan Ningshuang put the wooden box next to the elder, who looked up and locked his eyes on Qin Feng with a strange look.

Although the other party didn't say it clearly, Qin Feng felt a hint of contempt in his eyes.

The elder took out various objects from the wooden box, and then combined them into a thing that looked like a cart, and said at the same time: "The rules of my forging should have been told to you by that bastard just now.

If Zhen Tianyi asked you to find me to forge a sword, then you can go back directly."

The old man guessed the purpose of my trip, so he didn't want to talk more. Qin Feng frowned, still unwilling to give up: "Really can't make an exception? The junior is willing to pay any price."

The elder didn't even raise his head, and said in a deep voice: "There is no order without rules."

"Senior."

"Send you away!" the elder shouted.

Huo Yuan and others hurried over after hearing the noise.

"Brother, the old man's rules have never been broken, so you don't have to waste your efforts." Huo Yuan held Qin Feng's shoulder and whispered.

After that, he took Qin Feng and others away from the elders.

Qin Feng asked curiously: "Old man, why did you set such a strange rule?

As a craftsman, shouldn't you constantly break through yourself in order to forge better weapons?"

Huo Yuan glanced at the white-haired old man not far away and explained: "For the old man, every weapon he forged is like his children, unique in the world.

If the same weapon is forged a second time, it would be like he is denying his previous work.

This would violate his concept of forging weapons."

Qin Feng's mouth twitched when he heard this.

What a bullshit reason, and it's as unique as children, can't you have a second child?

In his previous life, he didn't know how many times he had heard his parents say that his trumpet was useless and he wanted to practice a trumpet again.

"Is there really no other way?" Qin Feng's face was grim.

Just then, a loud clang sounded in the yard.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the cart that the elder had tinkered with before had its parts scattered all over the floor.

He picked up a metal cylinder, frowned, and muttered to himself: "Why did it fail again?"