The sky was getting whiter, and in the room that was still dim, a little incandescent came through the paper window, and the coincidence was generally reflected on Gu Key's face.

Gu Key narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally realized that the sky was already dawning. He struggled to sit up, staring blankly at the emptiness of the four walls, and suddenly remembered Gu Qi in his heart, as if he had lost something important. But he couldn't help it, and he couldn't.

Perhaps in the Martial Service City, the Ancient Key can use the great power sent by the Governor to take over the affairs of the Martial Service City, and no one will have the courage to openly disobey him.

It's just that this is the city of Lieson, and he's like a bird that has lost its wings.

This is a hostel in the northern suburbs of Liesun City, Yi Yu paid nearly half a year's gold baht, and then left urgently, no one knows when he will return. It's just that judging from the fact that he paid so much gold baht, he was going to stay in Liesun City for a long time. Cheng Bi and the three people who came with him have long disappeared, and it seems that they don't want to live with them. It's just that according to Cheng Bi's heart, he will never give up easily.

"Xi boy, it's time to go." Gu Jian lifted Sikong Xi's quilt, threw it on the desk, and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing! Now is the time! Sikong Xi found that the quilt had been taken away, and he shivered with cold, and even his voice softened, "Isn't it over last night!" What else is going on today. ”

"The begonia tree will bloom today, I have to go." Through the cold wind sliding outside the door, Gu Key could see the people coming and going on the street.

Last night's festival was held all night long. It is also the only day that there is no curfew.

"When it's in full bloom, it's in full bloom, and we're not here to see the flowers bloom in Liesun City. Now that Director Yi is not here, let's take a good rest and go see what the bell begonia flower is doing. Sikong Xi pursed his lips, pulled the quilt on the desk, and was about to lie down, "I'm not going!" ”

"Flowers that bloom in the cold of winter are contrary to common sense. Then it is not surprising that it has only been opened for ten years. Gu Jian said slowly, "Yes, Sikong Xi." ”

"I don't care when it's on, I just want to sleep." Sikong Xi looked up at the figure of Gu Key's back to the past, and finally noticed that he was a little strange, "Senior brother...... Do you have something on your mind? ”

Gu Key ignored Sikong Xi and walked straight out of the door, what he wanted to do had never been influenced by others.

"It's really weird...... Sikong Xi reluctantly sat up, quickly put on his clothes, closed the door and followed the ancient key.

"If you miss this opportunity, there may not be a next time, do you understand?" Gu Jian stopped and turned back to Sikong Xi and said.

"Then why don't you come to Liesun City next time?" Sikong Xi muttered in a low voice, "Senior brother, you have been talking lately, and you have really become more and more chattering. ”

"Will there be a next time, the next ten years, but it's a long, long ......," Gu Key whispered, "The last ten years, I was only eleven or twelve years old, but I missed a lot. ”

"What did you miss?" Sikong Xi asked.

"Everything."

"Everything?" Sikong Xi looked at the ancient key suspiciously.

……

After the festival, the nobles of Youya Kingdom will have the custom of visiting the temple fair. The location of the temple fair is located on the edge of the Qingyu Pond in the center of Liesun City. In the harsh winter shuffling pond, only a few withered lotus leaves float on the surface of the water. More often than not, people gently push the small boats made of hemp paper on the pond and sail downstream along the winding direction.

After folding into a small boat, people often do not rush to the surface of the water, but will stuff some inconsequential little things into the boat.

Those who are fortunate to walk by the pond will salvage the wet bottom of the boat and turn over the contents of the boat. But more than that, it was just a note with some handwriting about good wishes. The ink was soaked with water, but the words had been written down.

Later, this activity of sinking the boat was inadvertently bumped into by the children of the family. In order to distinguish the difference between the commoners and the nobles, they put some precious playthings into small boats with special leather and slid into the pool. As a result, this kind of post-festival activity of the sinking pond paper boat has been followed to this day.

And since the activity of the sunken pond paper boat has been carried forward, it has an exact name. More and more idlers will stay in the western suburbs of Liexun, that is, downstream of the Qingyu Pond, waiting for tens of thousands of boats carrying goods to arrive. Those who are lucky will also get some valuable jade and gadgets that the nobles are tired of playing with after intercepting the boat.

In the middle of summer, the withered lotus leaves in the pond will rise again, blooming countless lotus flowers and overflowing the pond.

Sikong Xi followed the ancient key from afar and turned into Yuru Street. There are a lot of people in Yuru Street, and most of them are civilians who have not slept all night, in order to visit the temple fair on the day of the Hou Tian Festival.

Sikong Xi walked a few steps, and soon found a steamed bun shop that stopped along the street, so he ran over in a hurry, trying to exchange a few copper baht he had won in the gambling house for a few steamed buns to taste.

In the hostel, Yi Yu set a very simple meal for them, just to fill their stomachs. But Sikong Xi, who used to only have a full meal, became more and more greedy under the moon gift generously given by the ancient key, and became a very picky eater.

At this time, the noisy crowd around seemed to become more than just now, and more and more people walked towards one place. They were all people who were rushing to visit the temple fair, and their cheerful expressions could not be concealed on their faces. Almost everyone had one or two small boats folded out of linen paper in their hands.

"Sharpen your knives! Sharpen your knives! The best grinding stone, the skills of Yuzhou! Killing people is fast! ”

A clear shouting suddenly resounded in the streets, causing Sikong Xi to turn around suddenly, he was really frightened by this strange shouting sound.

"A knife that kills quickly? What kind of craftsman is this knife sharpening, how can he say such a thing. ”

The people around them also heard the chic and piercing cries, but the people were relieved that they were just a madman talking, a fool who could only sharpen his knife.

Sikong Xi followed the voice and looked over, it was a young man with a stall, his dark face was covered with hot sweat, as if he had just finished sharpening a knife. It's just that the dark face is more like a complexion made by the scorching sun. In the faintly exposed placket, you can see slightly fair skin.

The young man held a whetstone in one hand and a short knife in the other. It's just that the pinching place is the edge of the blade, and if the grip is unstable, the finger will be cut immediately and a lot of cuts will be caused.

"Huh! Do you want to sharpen your knives, this guest officer? Do you want to sharpen your knives? I've sharpened my knives! Why don't you sharpen your sword? The young man noticed Sikong Xi's gaze and said excitedly.

"No...... I don't sharpen my knives! Sikong Xi decided that this was a fool, and hurriedly turned his eyes and wanted to get out.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave! Let's take a look at my craft! Just grind one! As soon as the knife sharpener saw that Sikong Xi was leaving, he immediately became anxious, "Try to do it without money!" ”

"No money, no sharpening! I'm in a hurry! "Sikong Xi can no longer see the shadow of the ancient key, he has been delayed for too long and has been lost. But if you want to find the ancient key, you can only find it by following these people who go to the temple fair. He leaned over and wanted to leave, but suddenly his body was light, like damp wings that had been dried and flapped powerfully.

"That'...... Little brother, I'll just take your knife? The voice of the knife sharpener came unexpectedly, causing Sikong Xi to shudder fiercely.

"What do you say? My knife?! Sikong Xi hurriedly touched his waist sheath, but he felt empty. He finally reacted, "Where's my knife!" ”

"Don't worry, guest officer, the knife you are looking for is here with me!" The knife sharpener smiled mysteriously, revealing the hand that had turned his back, and in the palm of his hand was a war knife with a scabbard, "How about the guest officer, this knife is yours, right?" ”

"This is my knife! How could it be with you! I don't want to grind, you still rob it! Sikong Xi wanted to snatch the knife, but the knife sharpener quickly tightened the knife and put it back, which made Sikong Xi feel empty.

"What do you do!" Sikong Xi was stunned for a moment, then became angry, "Return my knife!" ”

"Wait, officer," the young man sharpening the knife took a deep breath, "How about taking a look at my craft first, and then making a decision?" ”

Sikong Xi frowned, the knife sharpener in front of him didn't give him the knife back, he really couldn't leave here easily.

"I'll tell the guards to come and get you." Sikong Xi glared at the knife sharpener hatefully.

"My friend, you're not going to do that." The sharpener ripped off the scabbard, revealing the pale silver sword, "It's a good one." ”

"Who's friends with you?"

"You." The sharpener chuckled, put the knife on the stone platform, and took a splash of water and splashed it on the blade of the knife.

"The water for sharpening the knife should be sufficient, otherwise it will leave too many scratches, resulting in the sharpened knife being more hands-on and inconvenient to use." The young man took out another stream of clear water, and fixed the corner of the sword with the operation of the whetstone.

The "buzzing" sound of sharpening knives mixed with the endless flow of footsteps became more and more muffled. The young man slowly sprinkled a pile of rough stones on his sword, and then turned the whetstone.

"The skill of sharpening a knife is nothing more than grinding from one side, finely sharpening one side, and then turning the other side to spill more water. In order to save time and effort, there are many iron grinders in the streets, so they open the bow on the left and right sides and grind the blades on both sides together. That kind of sharpening will really ruin the toughness and sharpness of the blade, and it is some kind of reluctance to ruin the reputation of the sharpener. The young man sharpening his knife muttered.

"What if you only grind one side?" Sikong Xi couldn't help but ask. He seemed to be calmed by the sudden composure of the knife sharpener, a scoundrel who pulls business, will also show such a side?

"So, what if people only know how to go into battle and kill the enemy?" The young man looked up at Sikong Xi's eyes and asked him rhetorically.

"This ......" Sikong Xi was stunned and did not speak again.

"I'm going to die." The young man gave him the answer, "Like a puppet of a pig and a dog, of course only those who will die......