"Say, what's wrong?"

Song Yong, who was covering his sore skull, asked this helplessly to the gangster who walked in front with a shy smile.

The word in it can very well describe the painful emotions in his heart at the moment.

However, he was soon surprised to find out that he had misunderstood these guys.

Because after the hooligan spoke, there was such a statement: "Brother Yong, we almost forgot an important thing, but fortunately, the six fingers reacted in time, so while you haven't gone back yet, hurry up and ask for clarification." ”

As he spoke, he gestured to the six fingers who were said to have discovered something important, and came up to him in person to make it clear to him what the thing that was said to be quite important.

In Song Yong's confusion, he looked at the six fingers that came out of the crowd.

And after Six Fingers walked out of the crowd, Song Yong noticed a new detail: in the hands of Six Fingers, an old man, he was actually holding a brand-new blank tablet.

Judging from the color of the wood on the tablet, it is obvious that it was just made urgently.

"Brother Yong, I want to ask you, which great ancestor in the Huaxia tribe created this inheritance of iron smelting and forging, because such a great person, I think he is also qualified to accept our offerings. ”

After hearing this, Song Yong's reaction was a little confused.

First of all, he can exert his subjective initiative without reminding these dirt buns under his hands.

In line with the good quality of draught and not forgetting the people who dug wells, he spontaneously thought of the spirit of enshrined the ancestors of the Chinese nation, and he thought that it was very worthy of praise.

The problem is that Shennong tastes a hundred herbs, and there is a Chao family to build houses.

These children are placed in the modern plane, and even the children who are very kindergarten are familiar with the mythological stories, and he naturally knows them for a long time.

However, there are a few adults who know who the grandfather of the ironmaking industry is.

If you don't believe it, let people go to the street to do a small survey, how many people can know who the ancestor of iron-making is, such a rather out-of-the-way knowledge?

In the same way, he Song Yong is not an encyclopedia, where can he know such out-of-the-way information.

"Well, let's wait until I can remember. After saying something a little embarrassed, Song Yong picked up his mobile phone.

In the primitive plane, mobile phones naturally couldn't find any signal.

Regardless of whether you use a mobile, China Unicom, or telecom network, the results are not the slightest different, and naturally there is no such thing as searching on the Internet.

But Song Yong picked up the mobile phone, with the mentality of just in case.

I downloaded some knowledge about ironmaking and forging in my mobile phone, maybe it was mentioned:

Who is the so-called blacksmith grandfather, and which great power should he worship?

As for his secret book, Song Yong didn't even have the idea of flipping through it; just kidding! In such a serious book, it is estimated that there is no such thing.

After reading more than a dozen documents in a row, or historical materials.

Song Yong was really on it, and found a relevant record, and in the record, there was still a character he absolutely didn't expect, but after careful search, it was really possible: Lao Tzu.

Of course, this Lao Tzu is not Song Yong's coaxing self-proclaim, let alone his family's old father Song Jie*.

It is the sage of the Taoist family, the Taishang Immortal Monarch in myths and legends: Li Laojun.

According to the historical data, this Li Laojun discovered the magical conversion method of iron smelting when he was alchemy, and spread it.

After thinking about it, although Song Yong felt that such a statement was a bit of a fantasy, there was always some truth.

Otherwise, he can still engrave the name of the legendary Master Ou Yezi on the tablet.

He clearly remembered that Ou Yezi was a great power in sword casting, and it had nothing to do with the Gray Rabbit tribe and this school of casting kitchen knives......

In the end, Song Yong took the blank tablet in the six-fingered hand.

Holding an unusually sharp knife that had been polished, he carefully engraved the seven block letters of 'Taishang Li Laojun' on the blank tablet one by one.

Regardless of when he first discovered Li Laojun, he was actually the ancestor of iron smelting.

The feeling in his heart felt how absurd and uninhibited.

But at least when carving the tablet, Song Yong's expression was so focused, and the quality of the tablet carved in the end made him quite satisfied.

"Alright, six-fingered, you serve it up and set it up. Facing the six fingers with a respectful expression, Song Yong said.

The reason why among so many primitive people and natives, Song Yong chose six fingers and let them go up to make the glorious task of placing the tablet.

The main reason is that Song Yong is thinking about it, and in the future, he will have the most dealings with the ironmaking business created by this Li Laojun, that is, the professional of Six Fingers.

Therefore, let the old goods of Six Fingers come out, it is proper and fine.

After receiving the tablet engraved with his name, Six Fingers felt a huge amount of glory and pressure in an instant, so much so that his hands trembled violently.

With a powerful movement out of shape, the six fingers solemnly put Li Laojun's new tablet together with the tablets of Shennong's and Youchao's:

That is, before the firepit, the place closest to the spirits and fire of their ancestors.

After carefully placing the tablet, the old man of Six Fingers still knelt on the ground reverently.

Facing Li Laojun's tablet, he kowtowed a few times very heavily, and these bangs were so hard that his forehead immediately became red and swollen.

It's just that the six fingers who have already fallen into inexplicable emotions in their hearts haven't noticed these small details at all.

At the same time, in his mouth, he didn't know what to whisper.

After the six fingers got up, this sudden incident was finally over, and Song Yong planned to send these guys away and continue his unfinished business of cultivating magic power......

"Okay, you can do whatever you have to do, right?"

Song Yong thought so, and even more so, he shouted so loudly, urging these people to leave quickly.

The only difference was that before the gang and the others turned around and planned to leave, and Song Yong planned to continue his cultivation, he bowed to Li Laojun and the other three tablets.

Then, things went haywire.

Without warning, the three tablets lit up at the same time.

The only difference is that the light emitted by Shennong's tablet is the strongest, at least at the level of a 100-watt lantern cannon.

The brightness emitted by the Nest is slightly less, but it can also have the level of a 60-watt bulb.

As for the brand-new Li Laojun tablet with the fragrance of wood, there is a bit of a gap in the brightness of the light, that is, it is the same as fireflies.

But no matter what, his tablet also glowed.

Just after Song Yong felt the kind of calf licking that came from the depths of his heart under the illumination of the light, which made him extremely warm.

A little overwhelmed by how to respond and express the time.

Three figures faintly appeared on the tablet, smiling kindly at him, and the first two figures were much clearer than Li Laojun's phantom.

With such a smile, Song Yong finally knelt down.

Even if he didn't know how it all happened or how it worked, at least he could be sure now that the tablets were no longer dead objects of wood.

Rather, there was a spirit, a spirit that made him feel incomparably closer.