Dajingzhen Xuansi

He is none other than Master Fang, the most famous weapon blacksmith in this alley.

No one knew Master Fang's name, and everyone didn't bother with the name.

Master Fang is a very famous name, and it seems that he has always belonged to this alley.

But what is a little strange is that although he is very famous, no one pays much attention to him.

From a long time ago, I don't know how long, it seems that Master Fang has always been here.

People who live here have known Master Fang for generations, but no one doubts why Master Fang can survive forever.

"Here I am. When I was young, you were so old. Now I am going to die of old age. You are still so old!" said the white-haired old man.

Master Fang sighed: "You don't have to do this!"

"This is a choice, but also a responsibility, just like your choice!" said the white-haired old man.

Master Fang was silent for a while, and said, "I never made a choice!"

"Because you have been doing one thing from the beginning!" said the white-haired old man.

Master Fang raised his head. At this moment, the oil lamp outside him illuminated his face very clearly.

This is an old face, but the skin is not dry and wrinkled, it seems that it has been like this since ancient times.

"You mean blacksmithing?" Master Fang said.

The white-haired old man said: "No!"

Master Fang fell silent, he seemed so quiet.

"You said that you are the guardian of the sword, and you are waiting for the owner of the sword. I just want to know, have you waited?" the white-haired old man asked.

Master Fang is still the same, without any change.

"I have waited, but I haven't, but the sword has finally recognized its owner!" Master Fang sighed, with a look of vicissitudes on his face.

"That legend is true, he's back?" The white-haired old man became excited in an instant.

"It can't be said, in this world, after all, no two people are the same!" Master Fang said.

"You said that you have been guarding the sword all your life. Since the sword has recognized its owner, why don't you leave?" the white-haired old man asked.

"Because I'm waiting for you!" Master Fang said.

The white-haired old man laughed when he heard this.

Perhaps because of being too excited, it seemed that he couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Wait for me?" the white-haired old man asked.

Master Fang nodded: "Wait for you!" "Wait for me for a drink?" the white-haired old man asked.

Master Fang said: "The food and wine have been prepared, but I don't know if you can still drink it!"

"Why can't it be three hundred white!" The white-haired old man kept bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he was still very happy like that.

They were friends, men of firm faith.

Looking back on his life, the reason why the white-haired old man made such a choice was because he was influenced by Master Fang, and it was precisely because of this that he came to Tiepu Alley to find Master Fang at this time.

"I have prepared thirty jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, all of which are 30 years old!" Master Fang said.

The white-haired old man laughed loudly: "You know I like sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing!"

"I know!" Master Fang replied.

"So you have prepared the sweet-scented osmanthus brew for 30 years to see me off?" the white-haired old man asked.

Master Fang suddenly fell silent, and after a while, he said, "Go inside and have a drink!"

After the words fell, Master Fang turned and walked into the door.

He didn't even go to help the white-haired old man, because he knew that the white-haired old man was a lonely person, even if his hands and feet were inconvenient now, and it was difficult to move, he didn't need someone to help him walk.

Wouldn't it be the luckiest to have such a friend in one's life?

Entering the room, the white-haired old man saw a table of excellent wine and vegetables, and guarded thirty jugs of wine beside him.

Outside these wine jars, there is still fresh soil, obviously dug out not long ago.

Indeed, the banquet tonight is for the white-haired old man.

Master Fang brought up a jar of wine and filled two wine bowls.

The wine was swirling in the bowl, it was clear and transparent, but the rich aroma instantly filled the whole room.

Smelling the aroma of the wine, the white-haired old man had the illusion that he was lying in a sea of ​​flowers.

"It's really good wine, I haven't felt this way for a long time!" The white-haired old man sighed.

"Do you regret it?" Master Fang asked.

The white-haired old man glanced at Master Fang and asked, "Do you regret it?"

"I'm just doing what I should do, and I don't have time to think about regret or not!" Master Fang said.

The white-haired old man said: "We can be friends only because we are the same kind of people!"

"My friend, it's not just because of the same type of person!" Master Fang said.

"I'm really curious, what secret is hidden in that sword!" said the white-haired old man.

Master Fang picked up the wine bowl and drank a bowl of 30-year-old wine in one gulp.

"There is no secret, just a sword, a psychic sword, needs a master!" Master Fang said.

"Psychic soldier, don't tell me, as a sword guard, you never thought of possessing it yourself?" the white-haired old man asked.

Master Fang said: "The things in this world are not yours, they are not yours. Even if they are taken by force, they will not be the original things!"

"You should learn Buddhism!" the white-haired old man said.

"Have you learned the art of divination, have you not calculated your own destiny?" Master Fang said.

"Fate is the most unclear thing, but there are still people who believe in divination and fortune-telling!" The white-haired old man coughed a few times, and the person who came to his mind at this time was Wang Boduan.

If Wang Boduan did not believe in the destiny, he would not be counted against.

Of course, if he didn't think about destiny, he wouldn't have such great ambitions.

The old man sighed, everything, after all, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the royal family is destined to become history.

And he was the one who personally ended the history of the royal family.

In this life, he is legendary.

Master Fang glanced at the white-haired old man, and instantly knew what the old man was thinking.

They are not actually the same kind of people, just friends, not necessarily the same kind of people.

This is what Confucianism says about harmony but difference.

"What you insist on in your heart is different from what I insist on, but the key is to insist on the word!" The white-haired old man seemed to understand the difference between himself and Master Fang.

Hearing this, Master Fang didn't answer, he just poured wine into his wine bowl.

Alcohol is not a good thing, but many times, people do need alcohol.

Master Fang picked up the wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

The sweet-scented osmanthus was well brewed and the strength was sufficient. At this time, Master Fang felt his blood was hot.

"Perseverance is easy to say, but how difficult it is to do it?" Master Fang couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't give up, he still persisted, just because he knew that he had to persist, and there was also the meaning of persistence.

"Did you forge that sword?" the white-haired old man asked.

Master Fang shook his head: "Swords like that cannot be made by a swordsmith!"

"What kind of sword is that?" The white-haired old man's eyes were full of curiosity.