I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi immediately stood in front of Yan Zheng, and asked very vigilantly, "Who are you?"

As a result, the old man just ignored his question and just looked at Yan Zheng, his eyes were full of hope, no matter how you looked at it, he didn't look like a good person.

Han Yi looked at his bamboo pole-like figure, and then looked at him and Yan Zheng. Although he was a scumbag,... how could the two of them not be able to handle such an old man?

Seeing the old man ignoring Han Yi, Yan Zheng felt a little unhappy for a while, but years of upbringing still made him say, "I don't want to."

The old man's eyes widened suddenly after hearing this: "Do you know who this old man is?"

After hearing this, Han Yi couldn't help but said, "Who knows if you don't tell me?"

The old man opened his mouth agitated by his words, suddenly stopped, and then said: "I can't say it for the time being, but I won't accept apprentices easily, so don't regret it in the future."

Han Yi muttered, "I don't accept apprentices easily."

The old man glared at him, Yan Zheng immediately pulled Han Yi behind him, and said very politely, "Excuse me, take your leave."

After speaking, he dragged Han Yi out.

The old man was a little anxious: "Hey, why are you so irritable, young gentleman?"

Yan Zheng said: "The stone house is a bit small, we have a car and a tent, so we won't be crowded with the old man."

The old man snorted coldly and said, "Don't regret it!"

Han Yi chuckled, not to mention that the old man looked very downcast, he didn't look like a martial arts master, even if he really was, he wouldn't care too much, Yan Zheng is not a martial arts hero.

Yan Zheng and Han Yi ran to the south of the stone house and set up a tent. The north wind blows this year, so camping here can allow the stone house to help block the wind.

After the tent was pitched, Yan Zheng lit the fire, and Han Yi began to think about what to eat today.

It seems that there is no other means except roasting and boiling. I want to stir-fry, but there is no suitable furniture.

In desperation, he still boiled soup with dried meat, and then baked cakes with a mixture of bean flour and yellow rice flour. In the end, Yan Zheng probably felt that there was no fresh food to eat, so he went to bring a pheasant back.

Han Yi didn't know why he was so powerful. In this winter, he basically didn't see any animals, but every time he went hunting, he could get something, either rabbits or pheasants.

Beggar's chicken is still Yan Zheng's favorite. This time, Han Yi simply soaked the dried vegetables and put them in it to braise together. After they were cooked, the dried vegetables inside absorbed the fat of the pheasant, and it became less difficult to eat. Swallowed.

In this way, it can barely be regarded as one dish and one soup, and it is suitable for two people to eat.

Han Yi handed the scones to Yan Zheng and said: "It's a pity that the fire is not easy to control, and we didn't bring a pot, otherwise I will fry some dishes for you. It's either boiled or baked or stewed. It's a little too monotonous."

Yan Zheng took a sip of the soup, narrowed his eyes comfortably, and said with a smile, "I feel good."

Han Yi thought he was talking politely.

In fact, Yan Zheng really felt very good. Originally, he was the only one who ran away like this. Now he has someone to accompany him, and he can still eat and dress warmly. What is there to be dissatisfied with?

What's more, this period of time was the most solid time in his short ten years of life.

In the past, he always worried about gain and loss, or in other words, he never got anything, but now he knows that Han Yi is always toward him no matter what.

Han Yi didn't understand why Yan Zheng was smiling so happily all of a sudden. He tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, "Are you satisfied with eating these things? You will eat more delicacies in the future."

Yan Zheng said very bluntly: "That's not as delicious as what you make yourself."

Just as Han Yi was about to say something, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and the flames flickered.

He also wanted to say why it was so windy all of a sudden, but when he took a closer look, a person suddenly appeared in front of him!

In the middle of the night, a person suddenly appeared, that person still had an old face, and the fire light shone on his face flickeringly, it could scare a person to death!

Han Yi almost screamed at that time, threw the chicken wings that were being torn in his hand, turned his head and ran behind Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng was startled at that moment, he reflexively stood in front of Han Yi, and pulled out the green gold sword, pointing at the man.

The opposite side caught the chicken wings, and he laughed: "The reaction is very fast, the old man has a good eye, hey... your sword..."

Yan Zhenghan asked with a straight face: "Why didn't the old man invite himself?"

The old man didn't dislike the dirty and cold ground, so he just sat down and finished eating the chicken wings three times, then patted his belly and said: "The old man was eating dry food. The old man who is seduced by the fragrance can't bear it anymore."

Han Yi finally calmed down at this time, seeing him eating his favorite chicken wings, he was really angry.

Yan Zheng patted him on the back to comfort him, returned the green gold sword into its sheath, and handed him his share of chicken wings.

Han Yi puffed his cheeks and said, "I don't want it, you eat it."

Han Yi himself is a weak chicken fighting five scumbags. Although he is in good health now, his strength is still not as good as Yan Zheng's.

On weekdays, most of the hard work is done by Yan Zheng. He has no energy but will, and labor consumes calories, so Yan Zheng eats a lot.

Basically, it is the kind that eats a little less, and you may be hungry before going to bed.

Naturally, Han Yi couldn't grab his food.

The strange old man picked his teeth and said: "I don't want to eat you for nothing, here, take this."

The strange old man said and threw a black and red thing over, Yan Zheng reached out to catch it, looked down, and found that the thing looked very dilapidated, the surface was covered with dark red, I don't know what it was, it was reddish-brown when touched .

Han Yi knew what it was at a glance, and said casually, "Iron block? Pig iron?"

"Huh? You little doll, you actually know this thing?" The strange old man looked very surprised.

Han Yi chuckled, a little disdainful to answer his question.

He has played with iron products for a while, and now he dares to say one thing: blacksmiths in all countries combined are not as familiar with iron as he is.

After all, he is standing on the shoulders of giants.

Looking at Han Yi's expression, Yan Zheng knew that he probably didn't pay attention to this thing, so he threw the iron block in his hand to the strange old man again.

Han Yi handed him a piece of cloth and said, "Wipe your hands and eat first."

The strange old man was even more surprised, and looked at Han Yi for the first time: "Since you recognize this object, you should know that this object is priceless. If it is cast into a weapon, it can split gold and cut jade."

Han Yi huddled in his fur coat and said lazily while drinking soup: "Don't even think about splitting gold and breaking jade. This thing is too brittle and cannot be forged, but can only be cast."

The strange old man's eyes lit up after hearing this: "You also know?"

When he finished these four words, he was already beside Han Yi.

Han Yi trembled suddenly. If he hadn't seen the shadow of this person, he would have doubted whether he was a real person.

However, this "teleportation" ability is really a bit like a martial arts master.

Han Yi thought for a while, this kind of person would not be offended if he could not be offended, what if he and Yan Zheng combined really couldn't beat the other party?

So he nodded and said, "Yes, I... I have learned this."

The strange old man stroked his beard and said, "Is your surname Ou?"

Han Yi's first reaction was to deny it. He shook his head and then remembered that the strange old man's question should be related to Ou Pingzi.

Ou Pingzi is a person who only appears a few times in this book, but he has a pivotal position - because he was the first to discover iron ore and began to study iron ore forging. He forged iron swords during his lifetime. However, that sword was not successful.

Later, his descendants inherited his research, continued to study iron ore, and finally cast a sharp iron sword.

Han Yi didn't know how far Ou Pingzi's descendants had researched, but he knew that Ou Pingzi had passed away long ago.

Sure enough, the old man thought about it and asked again: "Who are you, general?"

Han Yi thought about it seriously, oh, the general is said to be Ou Pingzi's fellow apprentice, and Ou Pingzi has not appeared a few times, let alone him.

He shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, the old man doesn't need to ask me where my teacher is, I won't tell."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Yan Zheng: "Are you full?"

Yan Zheng drank the last sip of soup and nodded. Han Yi looked at the rest, turned to look at the strange old man and said: "There are still some soup and cakes here, the old man can make use of them, we are going to rest."

The strange old man grabbed Han Yi and said, "Wait, I haven't finished asking."

His hands seemed to be a pair of iron tongs, Han Yi grinned in pain, and Yan Zheng's green gold sword was pulled out again.

The strange old man probably lost his hand for a while, and while saying sorry, he stretched out his hand... and pinched Yan Zheng's green gold sword.

Yan Zheng wanted to dodge when he saw his movements, but no matter how he retracted his sword, that dead branch-like hand was tightly attached to the tip of the sword like a rock, without moving.

Han Yi clutched his wrist and was dragged aside by Yan Zheng, and then he looked at the two people over there... It's not appropriate to say that it's not suitable to fight, because compared to Yan Zheng, the strange old man looks too relaxed, as if It's like teasing Yan Zheng.

Han Yi reckoned to continue, and Yan Zheng was afraid that he would blow his hair, so he said, "Could it be possible that the old man is looking for money?"

The strange old man stopped as expected, and glared at Han Yi: "This old man is not that kind of person!"

Yan Zheng withdrew the green gold sword, his face was very ugly, looked at the strange old man and said coldly: "My brother and I have always treated each other with courtesy, what is the old man's intention?"

After hearing his words, Han Yi was immediately elated.

The boss said he was a brother, he almost fainted from happiness!Who cares what the old man wants to do!

The strange old man said: "This sword is really extraordinary. I don't know who made it? If you tell this old man, I will promise you one condition."

Yan Zheng sneered, and although he didn't speak, he showed full contempt for the strange old man's words.

Han Yi came back to his senses at this time, suddenly turned his head, and turned his head and said, "Conditions? Any conditions are fine?"

The strange old man probably wanted to restore his image as an expert, so he stood with his hands behind his back and replied indifferently: "Of course."

Han Yi asked, "Can you escort us to the country of Yan?"

The strange old man stared immediately after hearing this: "Yan Guo, don't go, I just escaped from there...cough, come out."

Han Yi was very cold for a moment: "Oh, forget it."

Yan Zheng understood what Han Yi was thinking, but he didn't think he needed someone to escort him.

The strange old man struggled for a while, and then said: "I can send you to the Yanzhao border, but no further."

Han Yi said decisively: "Yes!"

They will be safe when they are sent to the border, and King Yan will not know their identities, nor will he chase them down.

The strange old man breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Now can I tell the old man who made the sword?"

Han Yi also followed his example and stood with his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "No talent, I'm here."