Chapter 27: Shi Gang Jin

  The wind was blowing, without saying any unnecessary words, he immediately untied the package and placed the black metal inside on the table, asking straightforwardly: "Sir, do you still recognize this thing?"

  The old man slowly shook his head and said, "How could I not recognize it? This is a family heirloom passed down through generations. I remember sending it to someone a few days ago, but it wasn't you. How did it end up in your hands?"

  The wind was whispering curses as you shook your head and said, "That person just so happens to be my friend. He brought this thing to every blacksmith in the world, but unfortunately no one could identify it. Later, he gave it to me. I heard that this thing came from your place, so I specifically came here to investigate!"

  The old man shook his head again and said: "It's really hard for him, but it seems that he and this thing are destined to be together!"

  The wind was whispering without words, listening to the old man's words with a hint of truth, seeing the situation and hoping to become destined, so he cast his inquiring eyes at the old man, his expression yearning for truth would even move his university mentors to tears.

  The old man continued to speak slowly: "This thing has been passed down through generations in our family, but unfortunately I have no children, and this thing is about to follow me into the yellow earth. I also don't have any close relatives. Your friend helped me last time, so I thought it would be better to give it to him. Your friend looks like a martial artist, I think he will use this thing as a weapon. This thing has been passed down through several generations in our family, although we know it's a treasure, but we can't use it. Now it seems that I've found a place for it to rest."

  Hearing this, Xiao Xiao asked inexplicably: "Then why didn't you tell him what this thing is?!"

  The old man said: "Because I don't know what this is either!"

  "What, you don't know either?!" Feng Xiao Xiao jumped up from her chair, realizing that she had been busy for nothing all this time!

  The old man smiled and shook his head, saying: "Don't be in a hurry, I don't know, but I can tell you who does! That friend of yours, didn't even let me finish speaking, heard me say I didn't know, and sighed, went out the door, jumped a few times, and I couldn't catch up!"

  The wind sighed and asked, "Who knows?"

  The old man smiled and said: "My dad knows!"

  The wind immediately became excited again and hurriedly said: "Then quickly take me to see him!"

  The old man shook his head and said: "He has long since passed away!"

  The wind was blowing gently, and I thought to myself, "You're just trying to make me happy, aren't you?" After being stunned for a while, I felt disappointed and was about to leave.

  The old man continued: "Because I wasn't by his side when he passed away, he specially left a note for me to tell me what this is!"

  The wind whispered: "Then why did you say you didn't know what it was?"

  The old man shook his head and sighed: "I'm illiterate!"

  The wind had long been annoyed by the old man's dog-tail-like shaking of his head, but at this moment he still had to be patient and politely asked: "Is it convenient for you to take it out and let me see? Maybe I can recognize it!"

  The old man got up and rummaged through a large trunk in the corner of the wall for a moment, pulled out a small box, opened it, and took out a piece of paper. The paper had turned yellow, hinting at its own vicissitudes.

  The wind was blowing wildly as he took over the note, and he felt that his hand was shaking slightly. Of course, at this time, he couldn't lose his manners, so he said "thank you" with his mouth, but his eyes were already eagerly staring at the note.

  On the note were written three words: Shi Gang Jin.

  The old man looked at the wind with a hopeful gaze and said, "Little brother, can you recognize what this character is? Please tell me honestly, let me know what I've been keeping for so many years!"

  The wind whispered: "This note says this thing is called Shigangjin!"

  The wind whistled as he gazed at the metal block on the table, its name was no longer ???, but had changed to Stone Steel Gold. His heart leapt with joy, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards One Sword Charging Heaven's misfortune, thinking to himself: "You're just too impulsive, you know that impulsiveness is the devil!"

  The old man repeated the words "Shi Gang Jin" in his mouth several times, then said: "Alas, I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay in this world for much longer. I've kept this thing for so many years, but I never knew what it was. Now I can finally put my mind at ease! Little brother, I think you're also a person from the jianghu, I hope this thing will come in handy for you in the future!"

  The wind whispered: Don't worry, this thing will definitely be used greatly in "martial arts".

  The old man seemed to guess Feng Xiao's thoughts, and continued: "Little brother will probably go and make it into a weapon, this thing is no ordinary object, don't waste it in the hands of an ordinary blacksmith!"

  The wind whispered and asked: "Old sir, do you know where there is an unusual blacksmith?"

  The old man thought for a moment and said, "I've heard that Zhang Tiejiang in the capital is a hereditary blacksmith who has opened up Zhang's Ironwork Shop. I think his craftsmanship should be no problem!" He added another sentence: "For reference only!"

  Feng Xiao Xiao bid farewell to the old man and after leaving, he sent a text message to Yi Jian Chong Tian roughly explaining what had happened. Upon receiving the message, Yi Jian Chong Tian clutched his chest in distress. Feng Xiao Xiao couldn't bear to mention the matter of forging weapons again to stimulate him, so in the end, he only reminded him once more: "Impulsiveness is the devil!"

  Instead, he asked the three of them about Zhang's Ironwork Shop in Beijing. The three seemed to know nothing about it and turned around to ask Feng Xiao what he was up to. Feng Xiao said he just wanted to make a suitable weapon for himself. Thinking to himself: Just wait until my rare weapons are out, I'll shock you all!

  The wind was blowing again, and I got on a horse-drawn carriage heading to the capital. In the game, the capital is set in Beijing, of course, it's called Beiping in the game, this point indicates that the era of the game is between the Ming and Qing dynasties, combining with the fact that men in the game do not wear queues, it can be confirmed that it is during the Ming dynasty. However, the official insists that the game does not rely on any historical background, everything can be created by the players themselves.

  Beiping is far from Chengdu, but in the game it's still a black and white world. The wind has already arrived at Beiping, the largest city in the game, Jingcheng.

  The wind was blowing without lingering in the scenery of the capital city, and upon meeting people, it asked about Zhang's Ironwork Shop, and also inquired about its business situation and the skill level of its main ironworker. The unanimous praise from the players made Feng Xiao Xiao confident in his trip. However, when specifically asking about how good the forged weapons were, everyone's consistent view only stopped at being quick to forge and cheap in price.

  Following the crowd's guidance, Feng Xiao Xiao arrived at Zhang's Ironwork Shop. The "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound of ironworking made Feng Xiao Xiao's heart surge with excitement. As she poked her head in, a young apprentice immediately came up to greet her, and his good service attitude made Feng Xiao Xiao, who had also worked in the service industry before, feel inferior.

  He explained the purpose to Zhang Tiejiang, the master blacksmith and boss, took out the Stone Steel Gold and let him take a look. Zhang Tiejiang's eyes lit up, and he felt a surge of hope, thinking that just by looking at this Stone Steel Gold, his eyes were different, and he could tell that he was a connoisseur, and his level wouldn't be too low!

  Zhang Tiejiang looked and touched, touched and knocked to listen. Finally, he said: "This thing is not an ordinary object! The weapon made from it must also be a top-grade one! I wonder what kind of weapon the customer wants to forge?"

  This made the wind ask, thinking only of forging weapons, but not thinking about what to forge, so he asked Zhang Ironsmith: "Boss, do you think this big stone is enough to forge a weapon?"

  "With my years of experience, I think the long sword may be slightly insufficient, but we can add some other metals to it. If you want to make a knife or a sword, it's more than enough!"

  The wind whispers to me, thinking that I'm such a good piece of material, how can you mix in impurities? Definitely not a long-handled weapon. As for whether it's a sword or a saber, nowadays eight out of ten people on the streets use swords, after all, swords are more handsome. Logically, I shouldn't follow the trend, but my sword-making skills are far superior to theirs, and will only make them look even more handsome. So, I'll just have you forge me a sword! Thus, I said: "Zhang Ironsmith, can you forge me a sword? I wonder if you're skilled at it?"

  "Ha ha, I won't hide it from you, sir. These past two years, everyone in the martial arts world has been practicing sword fighting and loving to use swords. As a result, everyone comes to me, Zhang's Sword Forge, to have their swords made. My craft of making swords has become truly exceptional!"