Xiao Xiang is like an initiation at this moment, and he has just woken up from a big dream. Oh, yes! No matter how much the scholars belittled the craftsmen, which of the objects they used every day was made by their own hands. Is this the so-called saying no, but the body is still very honest?

Indeed, it's not too out of the ordinary to like tinkering with these things, compared to those sons who have been raised, going out to walk eagles and birds all day long, visiting green buildings or something, like this, it's really not something worth criticizing

So, since you think there's nothing wrong with doing this, you can't always put it in the dark, you have to do it generously, above board, and you can't be frightened all day long, otherwise sooner or later one day you will have heart palpitations and die, he doesn't want to die so early, otherwise no one will play with the old man on stage, and he won't have to die of boredom? Thinking of this, Xiao Xiang couldn't help but secretly "puff" in his heart

So how can he make his old man accept it happily? You have to think about it. As far as the previous one was concerned, Xiao Xiang didn't dare to mention it or didn't want to mention it. It's that he didn't think about it himself, or rather, in fact, he knows in his heart that it's not honorable to do this. And now, the words of the judge woke him up, he accepted, understood, and understood the difficulties of the craftsmen, it turned out that it was not how unbearable they were, and this profession was not as unstraightforward as outsiders thought

Thinking of this, he became interested again, thinking about talking to the judge about his treasures. So, Xiao Xiang sat in a different posture again. It turned out that he was leaning on the bamboo and wood with his back on his head, looking up at the roof, and letting go of it there! Now, turning sideways and facing the judge, he began to spit at him with his eyebrows fluttering. What's going on, what's going on, what's going on, anyway, when it comes to this, he's energetic, and the whole person is very excited

In the end, it was his mouth that was dry, so he stopped and picked up the teacup, like a cow chewing a peony, and dried the cup of tea, which was not enough. snatched the teacup from the judge's hand again, and ate it dry, so it was counted. "You... You" The judge was a little crying and laughing by him, this person is too mischievous, no wonder he got the nickname of the little bully

"Having said so much, I still have to see the real thing after all" The judge glanced at Xiao Xiang. Seeing this, Xiao Xiang began to grope around his body, and then pulled into the sleeves of his hands, and then patted his waist and grabbed a dagger-like device out. Holding the coffee table with one hand, half of his body was in the air, holding the sharp weapon in front of the judge's eyes. And the interrogator only saw a cold light pass by, and when he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of it cutting through the air

"Good knife" did not hesitate, and opened his eyes to say these two words. And the knife has been taken into Xiao Xiang's arms at the moment, and the judge still wants to take a look at it again, so he doesn't feel a little itchy. Before he could speak, Xiao Xiang laughed first, "Brother Bijian, you have excellent vision" He said, taking out the short knife from his arms, only to see that the blade was wrapped in a leather sheath. Xiao Xiang slowly pulled out the knife, only to see that the knife was wrapped with layers of patterns, which was not ordinary from ordinary daggers, and there was no blood groove, no wonder Xiao Xiang would praise the judgment and say 'good vision'

Besides, this short knife, that's Xiao Xiang's favorite, baby! On weekdays, he is not easy to show people, except for the cold stone who has been following him, even the old man of his family has never seen it. Juan Yan is the second person to see this knife and play with it in his hand. I saw the judge holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were close together, and he stroked the knife from the body, "How did this come about?" "The judgment is about the layers of patterns

"Oh! The iron taken from the deep mountains is tempered into steel, and then the two are mixed in a certain amount, forged at high temperatures, and then repeatedly folded and kneaded, and finally quenched, and the knife becomes "paused, and rubbed the leather scabbard, as if in memory." After a while, his voice was faint, as if coming from a distance: "I was overjoyed when I saw the lines of this knife, and immediately named it - Folding Flower Knife."

"Yuan Ming remembers his old friend?"

"Yes! was a little sad for a while, which made Brother Bijian smile, "Xiao Xiang is like this, that emotion always starts from nowhere, but it is surging, and the churning heart lake can't be calmed down." But fortunately, it comes quickly, and it goes quickly. The judge didn't say anything, just patted Xiao Yu's shoulder for comfort. Actually, this is not explained from the side, Xiao Xiang