After much persuasion, Ye Dazhu finally comforted the big guy and asked him and himself to dig out the things first before making a decision.

After the two returned home.

From the door, I found the door Jianqiu who was washing clothes in the backyard.

After thinking about it, he lied and lied: "Daughter, there may be important guests in our family coming here today. You can go to the town to buy some fresh meat and vegetables, oh, by the way, buy some wine."

"After all, you can't give guests water, that's not a way to treat guests."

"What important guest is it?" Men Jianqiu asked casually, put on the clean clothes, and she came to Mudaqi's side, smelled it gently, and her pretty face suddenly turned dark, and her face looked very unkind.

"Dad, why have you sneaked out to drink again?"

"Drink every day, drink every day, you won't be afraid of making mistakes in your own drink!"

"That... Jianqiu, it's because his father is wrong, and it makes you angry again." The big guy bowed his head and admitted his mistakes skillfully. He made a mistake next time, and he didn't have the awareness of being a father at all. He said in a flattering tone: "But there may be important guests coming today, so you should go to the town to buy things first."

"Save it to miss time and make guests laugh."

"Okay, I'll settle the bill for drinking with you when I come back."

A sigh helplessly.

Men Jianqiu returned to his boudoir, took out a purse from the locked small drawer, poured out more than a dozen taels of broken silver and more than a dozen coins from it, and carefully counted three taels of broken silver from it.

Hesitated a little.

I took out a piece of silver or two and put it back, and hid all the money in the house again.

Gently slid the two taels of broken silver in his hand, Men Jianqiu looked sad and thought silently: "The family's money is not much, and my father always drinks and squanders his money. The inferior weapons he created can't be sold at all."

"What can I do in the future if I have been making a living by the money?"

I looked down at the clothes I was wearing, and the seams were repaired. It was as old as linen, and it had already faded.

There was not even a decent piece of jewelry on my body.

"well……!"

A helpless sigh.

Men Jianqiu re-locked the small drawer with wealth, walked out of his boudoir, skillfully locked it, and then came to the kitchen and picked up an old small bamboo basket.

Walking alone towards the town not far away.

The invisible pressure from life forces her, who is soft and kind, to deliberately show a fierce and unruly look.

She has no choice.

...

...

Inside the Menjia Sword Forging Shop.

Ye Dazhu and Door Daqi walked back and forth around the stove, looking carefully to find the right direction.

"I said Dazhu, are you sure you have got the dream of the ancestors of my family?" It was still a bit hard to believe in this question. Why did his ancestors ask for a dream of an outsider?

Not his bloodline descendant.

"Don't worry, Master, wait for the things to be dug out in a while and you will believe me." Ye Dazhu reached out and patted his chest and said, "The things are either buried near the pillars, or near this stove and other things."

"Time is limited, Jianqiu will be back in a while. Let's act quickly."

"Okay, I'll believe you for the time being. I'll see if I can really dig out a piece of cursed magic iron." The Door Daqi murmured a few words, then waved his hoe and digged it to the ground near the stove.

Ye Dazhu came to the pillars supporting the furnace shed and dug hard to search for boxes containing the curse god iron.

...

...

After a moment.

As the door utensil was waving its hoe, a "dong" sound of collision came from the ground, with a trace of metal tremolo.

At the same time, he immediately felt that he had dug up something hard.

"There is really something buried under the ground?!"

The sound was slightly hollow when you tapped gently, and you could tell that it was a metal box or metal box.

"Is it true that our ancestors have dreams?" Men Daqi was a little surprised and asked Dazhu without any hesitation: "Dazhu, come and carry this big stone slab away with the master, as if it is underneath."

"Finished?"

Ye Dazhu's eyes lit up when he heard the shout of the door Daqi.

He quickly threw the tool in his hand, turned around and quickly walked to the side of the door. The two of them worked together to lift the big stone slab that was in trouble to one side, and quickly digging out a pit of soil that was neither deep nor shallow here.

At the bottom of the pit, a black metal box about two feet long, one foot wide and about half a foot thick was exposed.

"Hurry up, get it, it's this thing." Dazhu said in surprise, waved the shovel in his hand, digged the surrounding soil in a few seconds, then quickly bent down and picked up the box and placed it on the stone table next to him.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me open it, this is my thing."

The door gigantic instrument hurriedly squeezed up and pushed the pillar aside.

I reached out to explore the lock of the box for a few times. The metal box was opened and the things inside immediately came into my eyes.

There are only two things in total.

A letter with a yellowish color, and a black metal strip about one foot long and more than ten centimeters wide and thick.

Knowing the existence of the cursed divine iron in advance, the door Daqi had a clear mind. He reached out and picked up the cursed divine iron, handed it to the pillar staring here beside him, and then picked up the letter alone.

While Dazhu is not paying attention, open it quietly and browse it quickly.

"Although this divine material can be made into a sword, those who make swords must sacrifice the person they care about the most and achieve it with blood to break the curse and remove its blood-devouring nature..."

"Master, let me see too." Ye Dazhu smiled and was about to look at all the contents of the letter, Door Daqi quickly kneaded the letter in his hand and waved his hand and drove him away: "Go on the side, this is not something that children can see."

"Hmph, if you don't read it, I don't read it. Anyway, I know the general content of that letter."

Shake his head gently.

Dazhu looked proud and recalled, saying, "If I remember correctly, the letter said that the entire piece of divine iron can only be forged by a sword-caster from beginning to end."

"And it also needs to use the person you love most in the sword-caster's heart as a blood sacrifice to resolve its blood-devouring demonic nature."

"Stop and stop..." Jun Daqi hurriedly reached out to cover Dazhu's mouth, his face full of helplessness and whispered: "Don't say it again, can't I believe you?"

He threw away the curse divine iron in his hand.

Ye Dazhu smiled proudly, then reacted and changed to a sad and worried expression.

"Master, this piece of magical iron, whether you are personally dealing with it or being made by a disciple, is the time when Jian Qiu's killing disaster comes."

"For the sake of Jianqiu's life safety, this thing cannot be kept!"
Chapter completed!