Power Instructor

That night, after having dinner at home, Ling Chi went out to find Charles and the others for a drink. After all, Charles will leave Huaxia tomorrow. This is considered a practice wine between the brothers.

Then everyone became drunk, even Ling Chi, who was rarely drunk, was drunk.

The next morning, Ling Chi didn't send Charles off, so he didn't want Charles to hug him again. Anyway, he didn't like this kind of parting feeling.

However, he sent Lu Zhiyu back to school and did not go to class. There was no class in the morning, so he drove directly to Chengnan Old Street and entered the iron shop that didn't even have a name last time.

Same as when he came last time, now Ling Chi walked in and saw the old man sitting in a rocking chair, closing his eyes and rested. Ling Chi walked in. He just asked indifferently, "Is here to hit the flying knife again?"

amount!

Ling Chi looked at the old man, always feeling that this old man was like an expert in the world.

At the moment, Ling Chi took out Yun Tie and said, "Yes, father, I want to hit a few more throwing knives."

"The charge is expensive this time." The old man still did not open his eyes.

"why?"

Ling Chi was a little depressed. Last time a flying knife was 5,000 yuan and it was not cheap anymore. Does this old man still have to sit down and start the price? Of course, Ling Chi also had to admit in his heart that the quality of the throwing knives this old man played was indeed good, otherwise he would not come back here.

The old man squinted his eyes, looked at the cloud iron in Ling Chi's box, and said: "This time, your material has changed, and it looks better. This material is particularly hard and resistant to high temperatures."

"Master, do you know what iron this is?"

"Yuntie."

Ling Chi was very surprised. Not to mention the scarcity of this cloud iron, and the high price, many people didn't know it, but he didn't expect this old man to know it.

The old man continued: "Secondly, the shape you want to create is different. I remember that you showed me a picture last time, so let's do it like that."

"Huh? Can you fight?"

"I do not know."

Ling Chi was almost depressed. This old man's words were really annoying, he couldn't fight that way?

The old man continued to say slowly: "This third point is because the person who made you the flying knife is not me, but my master. Only he has the ability to create your flying knife skills, so the fee is expensive. , One million."

"puff!"

Ling Chi almost vomited blood again. The 5,000 yuan flying knife has now turned into a million. Isn't this too deceptive?

"Why? Not willing?" the old man asked with a smile.

"This...well, let me see your master." Ling Chi gritted his teeth. He thought it would be not easy to find and build a flying sky, but now it seems that there is a chance.

The flying knives made by this old man's ability are already very superb. Will this old man's master make it even stronger?

However, this old man seems to be at least 70 or 80 years old, his master, there is no one hundred or eighty or ninety, right? At such an age, can he still afford a hammer?

At this time, the old man stood up.

He waved to Ling Chi and said, "Come with me."

Ling Chi followed the old man and walked all the way, and first passed the iron shop. It turned out that behind the iron shop was a small hill with a winding path, passing a cobblestone path, passing a yellow bamboo forest, and smoking halfway up the mountain. Curly, there is a small green tiled house located in the middle of a peach tree. In the cold winter season, the peach blossoms happen to bloom all over, making people feel like being in the world of peach blossoms.

"My master is inside. Go in and find him by yourself." The old man pointed to the blue house and said.

"Master, won't you go in?"

"I want to go back and look at the shop."

Ling Chi smiled bitterly. In his opinion, this old man's iron shop is quiet. Will there be business? If there is no business, then why look at the shop?

Of course, Ling Chi couldn't say such a thing. When the old man left, Ling Chi walked to the house and knocked on the old wooden door. A deep and deep voice came from the house: "Come in!"

Ling Chi pushed the door to enter. The room was a bit dim. He only saw a middle-aged man wearing a white Tang suit sitting in the living room. The living room’s furnishings were very simple, without any modern electrical equipment, and there was water on the stove beside it. , Who is tumbling, everything gives people a very quiet and peaceful feeling.

The middle-aged man was making tea. He sat on the floor with a futon, and then pointed to the futon opposite and said, "Sit down."

Ling Chi didn't sit down immediately, but asked, "Hello, I want to find...Uh..." He didn't know the wording anymore. He didn't know the name of the old man or the name of the old master.

The middle-aged man said: "The person you are looking for is me."

"what?"

Ling Chi was in the circle, and he smiled bitterly and said, "That's you? But your apprentice."

"He was called Pan Sheng. He only learned art from me when he was forty years old. At that time, I was only 20 years old. However, because I inherited the skills of the family, he learned from me and he had to call me Master."

"..."

Ling Chi smiled bitterly, and then asked: "Then, what do you call the uncle?"

"Tiehan Mountain."

"Are you Iron Master Tie Hanshan?"

"Yes."

Ling Chi said in his heart, this is really a coincidence, he learned about this master Tie Hanshan from Jiang Zhong, but Ling Chi did not expect him to be so young, and his figure is also a little thin and doesn’t look like it. Those blacksmiths who are big and thick!

Tie Hanshan stretched out his hand and said, "Pan Sheng said, you brought a pattern with very complicated craftsmanship last time. Let me see it first."

"it is good."

Ling Chi nodded, took the drawing to Tie Hanshan, and Tie Hanshan took it, and after a glance, his eyes bloomed with a different look, "Since I started to contact casting, my grandfather has told me that there is such a kind in this world. The design is ingeniously conceived, but even my grandfather and my father have never seen it before, but I did not expect to encounter it. Haha, it seems that my skill should also be useful."

"Master, can you build it?"

"This... I'm not sure, but I will try."

"This, all right!"

Ling Chi said, handing Yun Tie to Tie Hanshan, and said, "Master, then I will trouble you. I will bring you the money later."

"Money? What money?"

"Um, of course it was you who helped me build a flying knife."

Ling Chi's words were taken for granted, but Tie Hanshan asked curiously, "When did I say I would charge you?"

"This...isn't it charging money?"

"No."

"But your apprentice said..."

"Since you want to persist, let's charge one hundred yuan at our usual price."

"puff!"

Ling Chi suddenly felt like he was about to vomit three liters of blood. The usual price was one hundred, but the old man collected five thousand in one go. How miserable he was being cheated? To make matters worse, this time I almost got a million.

This little old man is terrible.