Shen Xiaoyan was startled and said: "I have nothing to worry about and no entanglements..."
The disheveled [Chess Elder] pointed at the people around the chess table with a red bamboo stick and said, "Aren't they entangled?"
Shen Xiaoyan was puzzled.
"They come to ask you to make a sword, and they have expectations from you. Whether they make it or not, they have to give an explanation."
Luanfa Ma Yi [Chess Lao] took back his bamboo stick, took off the yellow gourd hanging at the end of the stick, and pulled out the stopper. A strange aroma of wine came out. He opened his mouth and inhaled, and a stream of orange-yellow wine pulp was sucked out from the mouth of the gourd. , the cow began to drink gurglingly as if there was no one around.
Shen Xiaoyan started thinking on the spot.
He will think carefully about every word [Qi Lao] says.
After a long time, he seemed to realize something.
He stood up silently and came to the chess table.
Shen Xiaoyan's eyes swept over everyone present, and he said slowly: "I have not forged a sword for many years, and my skills have long been outdated. It makes me uncomfortable that you are so kind to me. Thanks to your respect, I am willing to relent and open the furnace again today. If you have any reasons for making a sword, you can tell me. If you can convince me, this opportunity to make a sword will be yours."
The words fell.
The restaurant lobby suddenly became turbulent, as if a huge boulder had been thrown into the calm lake.
"Master Shen, I have a reason, let me say it first..."
"I'll go first. My reasons are urgent."
"Get out of the way, who dares to get in front of me..."
The crowd was a little crazy, scrambling for the first place. Someone opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately covered by the people next to him. The scramble became so fierce that they even started to draw swords.
The scene became chaotic.
When Lin Beichen saw this scene, his handsome face turned ferocious.
Anger arises from the heart.
Evil comes from courage.
Damn it, isn't it possible that not one of them has died
How dare you fight for a turn in front of me, the [Corpse Touching Maniac]
With a squeeze of his fist, he was ready to kill everyone present.
"Everyone, calm down."
Shen Xiaoyan seemed to have been used to such scenes for a long time.
He stood firmly on the chess stage, stretched out his hand and pressed it slowly, saying: "Don't worry, everyone has a chance, speak one by one, I will wait patiently for everyone to finish all the reasons, and then do it Make the final choice.”
When he said this, the boiling and chaotic restaurant hall suddenly calmed down slowly.
"Let's start with my friends around this table."
Shen Xiaoyan raised his hand and pointed to a table in the back.
There are eight people sitting around the table, and they should be divided into two groups based on their attire.
Got the chance to speak first
, the expressions of the eight people were very surprised.
Since everyone has a chance to speak, and Master Shen will not make a decision until everyone has finished speaking, it seems that the first person to speak does not have any advantage, but rather suffers.
The eight people looked at each other, hesitating for a moment.
The middle-aged man on the left, wearing black and white animal skin armor, stood up, clasped his fists, and said loudly: "I am the head of the Xileng Clan in Daqian. I have admired the reputation of Master Shen for a long time. This time I came to Baiyun City to ask Master Shen to cast it for my father. A sword. My father is quite famous in the Daqian Empire. It will be his 100th birthday in half a year. I have been filial to my father since I was a child. I want to use this sword as a birthday gift. I have prepared the materials and ores for making the sword. Okay, and I am willing to pay 1,000 black stones as a reward..."
After speaking in one breath, the middle-aged man looked at Shen Xiaoyan with expectant eyes.
After hearing this, the latter smiled slowly, nodded, and said, "Next one."
Such a reaction made the head of Xilengmen feel hopeful.
There is a door.
He chuckled.
But when Lin Beichen saw this scene, he couldn't help but laugh.
The head of Xilangmen is gone.
Your father’s birthday is nothing to do with Master Shen.
1,000 black stones are just a drizzle.
If you want to use the so-called filial piety to add black stones, you can persuade a sixth-grade weapon refiner, and secretly say that your father is famous in the Daqian Empire... Will it work
The road is narrow.
"Master Shen, I have a close friend who is the emperor of the Dark Shen Kingdom. Before he died, he wanted to touch your newly forged sword, Master Shen..."
Someone else said loudly.
Lin Beichen almost spit out another mouthful of tea after hearing this.
Is this okay
If the emperor of the Dark Kingdom is really your best friend, he will probably kill your whole family.
Besides, this so-called Dark Country is not well-known. It is a small country that is not even as good as the Beihai Empire. It is of no use to you to show His Majesty the Emperor of your country.
Then six or seven leaders of the martial arts forces spoke up one after another and gave out their reasons for requesting the sword. They gave various explanations.
For example, if you pursue your beloved woman for a beautiful love, you hope to get Master Shen’s help...
For example, if you want to carry a good sword for your unborn wife...
Another example is that the master who loved swords pulled him up. Now that he has cancer, he hopes to touch the sword forged by Master Shen...
Lin Beichen seemed to be dumbfounded as if he had seen a book review written by a sand sculpture reader in his previous life.
Everyone is a talent.
Sure enough, even the messy-haired [Chess Master] on the chess table couldn't help laughing strangely, and he sucked wildly at the mouth of the gourd, and the rich aroma of wine filled the entire restaurant hall.
But Shen Xiaoyan listened very carefully
serious.
No matter how absurd the reason was, after hearing it, he would smile and nod.
Each speaker felt that the reasons he spoke seemed to have reached the heart of the master swordsmith, and there was a great hope of being favored.
Finally, after the fifteenth person finished speaking, Shen Xiaoyan said slowly: "Everyone, please wait a moment. I need to think carefully about the reasons of the fifteen friends just now. Please be patient and rest for a while. Let’s continue.”
After saying that, he turned back to the chessboard stone table, sat on the stone chair, closed his eyes and meditated.
Everyone in the hall looked at each other.
After a while, more than a dozen waiters carrying wine and food shuttled through the lobby and began to serve wine and food to each table.
"We didn't order any."
Someone said in surprise.
"Hey, this sir, it's Master Shen who's here to treat us. He's serving wine and food to every good friend here. Everyone here is a guest, so please don't be polite..."
The boss of the restaurant came out to explain.
Everyone was immediately overjoyed and felt that they had gained face.
"Thank you Master Shen."
"Thank you, Master Shen."
"Haha, being invited to a drink by Master Shen will give you all the bragging rights you'll get in your life."
"Yes, I can blow it for a lifetime."
Many people are loud and idiomatic.
I was afraid that this voice would not reach Master Shen’s ears.
"Fuck."
Lin Beichen said disdainfully: "A bunch of licking dogs, licking is really ugly."
After finishing speaking, he also said loudly: "Master Shen deserves to be a role model for my younger generation, worthy of being the number one forger in our Beihai Empire, and worthy of being a hero of the human race. Such boldness and courage are admirable, hahaha, The wine Master Shen invited was the best, and the food Master Shen served was really delicious..."
Countless eyes focused on Lin Beichen.
Gan.
How could this cold-blooded murderer and corpse-touching maniac be so shameless and shameless
Can you say something like this against your will
This doesn't fit your personality.
"You...are you Lin Beichen?"
A surprised female voice sounded.
Everyone looked at the sound.
It's Hu Mei'er, the junior sister of Wenxiang Jianfu.
I saw her staring at Lin Beichen, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, with an expression like 'I finally found you'.
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I got up early to see the baby off, finished writing a chapter, and took my mother-in-law to the hospital for treatment.
Middle-aged people are so busy... A teenager like me is also busy.