Chapter 132 Please come out, the grave has been dug
On the west side of Shenghun Village, on the small hill at the entrance of the village, there are three adobe houses. On the roof in the middle hangs a sign with a simple hammer painted on it, which in this world refers to the identity of a blacksmith.
At the other end, two figures were walking slowly along the winding road.
I saw an old man leaning on a cane, following the young man respectfully, his pace slightly lagging behind by one or two steps.
Seeing Old Jack's appearance, the villagers who knew him didn't dare to go up and say hello, but just watched from afar.
"Sir, although that guy has a bad temper, the things he makes are very durable. All kinds of ironware in our village are made by him." Old Jack assured.
"How can it not be useful? After all, it is made by a master craftsman."
Su Xian muttered to himself, then waved his hand as if nothing had happened, and said,
"What I want to make are just some ordinary things that any ordinary blacksmith can make."
"hey-hey…"
Hearing this, Old Jack chuckled and did not continue to praise.
After all, Su Xian looks like a noble. If he over-exaggerates and Tang Hao can't do it, it will be embarrassing.
"Tang Hao, I have a business to introduce to you. Come out and meet the customer."
As soon as they arrived at Tang Hao's door, before they even entered the yard, old Jack's powerful roar rang out.
In addition to the original anger in the voice, it seemed to convey another meaning, that not only would the business fail, but it would also bring trouble to himself.
Hiccup~
After a while, there seemed to be some movement in the room.
Then, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and it sounded very creepy due to the years of disrepair.
A middle-aged man walked out, and Su Xian's eyes fixed on him, sizing up the youngest Titled Douluo.
He was wearing a torn robe, revealing his strong bronze arms. His complexion was like yellow wax and looked very rough. He was holding a wine jug in his hand, and his face was slightly red from the wine.
He was drunk, sleepy, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest. His eyes, which used to be sharp, were now cloudy and dull.
The pungent smell of alcohol, with its sour odor, made not only Old Jack but also Su Xian frown.
Looking at Tang Hao, Su Xian couldn't help but shook his head.
Although they are both father and son, they have completely different attitudes when faced with the sacrifice of their loved ones. There is a reason why Tang San succeeded in the end.
Just like the martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer is too strong and can be easily broken.
The blue silver grass, on the other hand, is resilient. It cannot be burned by wildfires and will grow again in the spring breeze.
Hmm?
Sensing something was wrong, Tang Hao's eyes seemed to flash with a light, and he stared at Su Xian, as if he felt a little familiar.
His brows were slightly furrowed, the drunkenness on his face disappeared in an instant, and his eyes revealed a cold look.
Seeing that Tang Hao not only refused to entertain him but even glared at him, Old Jack immediately became anxious and scolded him, "Tang Hao, this person is a big shot from the city, and he came to you specifically to make an artifact."
Hmm?
The cold eyes swept across Old Jack's face, and the latter shuddered instantly. A huge fear surged in his heart, and he subconsciously took two steps back.
"We're not accepting guests today, let's go!"
Without paying attention to Jack, Tang Hao stared at Su Xian with an expressionless face. There seemed to be a dark shadow lingering on his face, and he shouted angrily, rudely rejecting the guest.
After saying this, Tang Hao ignored the two of them, without even turning his head, and walked straight into the house with a clang.
"Tang Hao, what are you doing wrong? You're a drunkard, and you don't eat for yourself, but can't you earn some money to give your mistress some meat to nourish her body?!"
He was frightened at first, and now his kindness was trampled underfoot. Old Jack was immediately angry and started cursing.
If you weren't the only blacksmith in the village, and you had a child, would I have been able to attract business from you?
Damn! I was blind!
"Village chief, I'll talk to him, you go back first."
Seeing Old Jack's indignant look, Su Xian waved his hand and said.
"grown ups…"
Old Jack was really afraid that Tang Hao's bad temper would cause trouble if he let Su Xian stay here, but seeing that Su Xian's expression left no room for doubt, he didn't say much.
"Tang Hao, I'm leaving now. You should take care of this business by yourself."
After giving a reminder to the house, Old Jack sighed helplessly and left directly with his crutches.
The yard suddenly became quiet.
Su Xian was not in a hurry. He found a clean stone to sit on and looked at everything around him with interest.
Who could have imagined that the once-mighty Haotian Douluo would actually live in seclusion in such a shabby little village.
One of the three great craftsmen actually made money by making shovels and farm tools, drank the cheapest and most lowly wine, and lived a life that was neither human nor ghost.
What a pity!
We are destined not to be on the same path and cannot walk together, otherwise...
"Senior, are you thinking of finding a new place to live in seclusion?" Su Xian couldn't help but ask.
"How did you find this place?"
A cold voice came, and Su Xian's heart shuddered, and he quickly turned his head to look over.
Tang Hao had appeared behind him at some point, his cloudy eyes flashing with cold light, his whole body exuding a domineering aura, yet also filled with endless loneliness, which seemed a bit contradictory.
"Something happened at the border, so I happened to come here. I heard your name on the road, so I came to take a look." Su Xian replied without blushing or beating his heart.
Hearing this, Tang Hao stared at Su Xian coldly, not believing what he said at all.
Nottingham City is too remote, and he is in the village, rarely interacting with other people, so ordinary people would never find this place.
Even a prince of the empire would not come here.
"Young man, I advise you to leave."
Tang Hao shouted coldly, a trace of white murderous aura emanating from his body uncontrollably, his face as cold as a piece of ice.
"Don't worry, senior. I won't reveal your whereabouts. Although the Haotian Sect supports the Xingluo Empire, we all have a common enemy now, don't we?" Su Xian replied calmly.
Well~ speaking human words to human beings and speaking ghost words to ghosts, this is a necessary skill for a leading actor with good acting skills.
Spirit Hall!!
Tang Hao's eyes narrowed, and the past events in his heart came to his mind again. His eyes were bloodshot, like a mad lion.
Seeing Tang Hao like this, Su Xian understood more and more that he should kill this guy in front of him, otherwise it would be a big disaster to keep him.
"Senior, I came to you this time to ask you to come out. With your reputation, you will surely be able to intimidate the Spirit Hall and prevent them from acting recklessly."
Su Xian had a "sincere" look on his face, and he spoke righteously and pleaded earnestly, acting like he was doing great things for the country and the people's livelihood, but in his heart he was thinking about how to kill the other party.
"I no longer ask about the affairs of the spirit master world. Now I am just an ordinary blacksmith. You have found the wrong person."
Tang Hao clenched his fists, his eyes shining, as if he was thinking of those glorious years. Finally, he shook his head, his face full of dejection.
What's the glory? What's the protection of thousands of people? But he still can't protect her alone!
As old Jack said, he is just a waste now.
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