At this time, it was the winter snow, and in the blacksmith workshop in Chang'an East City, the sound of clanging iron was endless, and there were intermittent conversations between sounds.

"Father, can Chang'an find a craftsman with more skilled skills than us on this journey?" The public lost the war over middle age, because of the iron, the body muscle lines are smooth but not beautiful, the bare upper body is full of white gas, not afraid of the cold, the bellows on the side of the body agitate, and the top of the stove often emits hot steam.

The old man wielding the hammer on the opposite side also exudes the heat of his body, although he is old, with white hair and white beard, only his eyebrows are black, and his face is wrinkled like tree bark, and the muscles on his body are full, and every inch is full of strength, just like armor that has been polished for many years, "Hehe, most of the craftsmen in Chang'an are people who stick to the old law, they don't know how to make fine iron, and they just know some old methods!" ”

"Hahaha, it's still our public loser, hey, the trip to Chang'an is like this, it's just that Ah, Ji Xuan doesn't like smelting, but likes those poetry and celebrities very much, and admires the drunken eight immortals even more, often talks about those things when eating, and fantasizes about what kind of monkey, in the morning asked me for a few copper plates, saying that I went to the Journey to the West Restaurant to listen to the ending of Journey to the West!"

Gong Lvan stopped swinging the hammer, picked up the kettle and poured boiling water into the tea bowl with miscellaneous ingredients, the hot cloud rose, and he picked up a bowl of tea and handed it to his father.

"Well, in fact, the way of the craftsman is not easy, our public loser has been in decline since he became the royal blacksmith of Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, which is why I came to Chang'an, I hope to get some reuse, plus the saint likes to use troops abroad, and ordnance weapons are indispensable!"

Gong Yun drank a bowl of hot tea on the way, exhaled a breath, and sighed in his heart, and finally became serious, "Lingyun is my daughter's family, I don't make other requirements, it's just that Ji Xuan, as a single vein of a public loser, will never forget his duty, I will train him in a few days!" If necessary, the ancestral piece of black iron will be made into a magic weapon, and handed over to the right minister of Chang'an, and it is not bad to seek a way out! Serve the royal family as much as you can! ”

Gong Loser nodded, looked at the pale snow, and knew in his heart that this might be the road to the rise of the Gong Loser, and the responsibility of reviving the glory of his ancestors was still on his shoulders.

Outside, on the snow without the instep of his feet, Gongyi Xuan took his sister Gongyi Lingyun, who was one year younger than him, to the Journey to the West Restaurant, and found that a shed had been erected here from a distance, the ground was clean, there was no snow, and there were many people waiting in the shed, they were all fans of Journey to the West, and there were many people wearing monkey masks, these were fans of Sun Wukong.

As for the word fan, I also learned it from Brother Yaozi Ang, it seems that it was invented by the princess, and after explanation, everyone who likes Journey to the West is a fan of Journey to the West, which is probably what it means.

Coming to the wooden platform, the wooden pillars were a little faded, and this was the place where the three of them were predetermined.

Gong Ji Xuan took Ah Mei's hand and came here, a little monk wearing a bearded hat was waiting here early, this little monk was the silence of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

"Little monk Jingxu, you arrived so early!" Gong Lingyun tied two small braids, childish, and the two shallow dimples when he laughed were very cute, which was similar to Jingxu.

"Amitabha, two little benefactors, the poor monk misses the two very much..."

Ji Xuan saw that his good friend Jingxu suddenly used a tone full of vicissitudes, and his heart was a little difficult to accept, and he slapped Jingxu on the shoulder, "You and my brother, Bajie, senior brother, I invite you to eat jujube roll sweet cake!" ”

"Huh? For the teacher, the cake roll is delicious! Hearing this, Lingyun's eyes shone brightly, and she said greedily.

Ji Xuan and Jing Xuan looked at Ling Yun blankly, every time they met, they would talk so nervously, this was the first time they had seen Ling Yun interject and come in.

Originally, when Jingxu wanted to answer the sentence to pick up the old pig's rake, he heard Lingyun interrupt and had to put his head down with a shy face, a little embarrassed, originally Buddhism should be pure heart practice and can't touch beauty, but he found that Lingyun, who was one year younger than himself, had an inexplicable good feeling.

Pressing the foolish thoughts in his heart, he whispered his sins quietly, and at the same time recited the Pure Heart Sutra and waved away the distracting thoughts in his heart.

It didn't take long for Yao Ziang to perform on time, telling the ending of Journey to the West, and at the same time introducing the beginning of the book Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which also attracted the admiration of many people, and many people rewarded on stage, thanked them with a smile, and continued to speak.

After listening to the ending of Journey to the West, the three people stepped on the snow and walked on the streets that were not very lively, but they didn't realize that dozens of ruffian-looking people had already stared at them.

When the three of them walked to the gate where there was less traffic, their way was also blocked, and it was the dozen or so ruffians.

There was no fear at all in blocking the way of the three children, and the leader of them even grinned, raised his fist, and threatened the three children, "Leave the bread first, and then go to a place with us, or you will beat someone!" ”

"Who are you?!" Ji Xuan felt bad, although he had not been in Chang'an for a long time, but he was still clear about the order here, "If you come again, I will call the bad guy!" ”

"Shout?" The leader became even more fierce, he was a Manichaean, but he heard the words of his companion in his ears, and seemed to be a little hurried, and he was also saying that the child's accent was inaccurate, and he was not a native.

When I heard that it was not a local, I was even more relieved, and took more than a dozen people to surround these three children, it would be better if it was not a local! That's what they want!

When he reached out to grab the little monk, he was knocked away by a small fist, and the Manichaean leader who fell in the snow immediately shouted at the others to do it, no matter what, he didn't expect this little monk's strength to be so great, and it took four people to catch him.

A dozen people tied up their three children and disappeared into a remote alley, taking them into the cellar of Higashi City.

A few days later, Sikong Ming specially ordered Tu Shen that in addition to the women who bought it, they could freely choose one or two to play with, and the girl named Gongyi Lingyun who had just been caught couldn't have an accident, and at the same time had a secret headache, although he had disposed of the guy who caused trouble, it was really difficult for him to cause trouble.

The little monk's name is Jingxu, he is a disciple of the abbot of the Great Ci'en Temple, how to deal with this hot potato is still a problem now, their Manichaeism can not conflict with the abbot, although before the plan was implemented, the disciples were warned not to act rashly, there are still people who are taking advantage of the current situation to cause trouble everywhere, although everything that can be dealt with is being dealt with, so busy that he is secretly annoyed, he came to the cell where Qingyu was held.

walked up to Qing Yu, who looked miserable and hung on a wooden frame, picked up the dagger that remained bloodstained on the table, and asked coldly under the dim candlelight, "Do you say it or not, if you don't say it, you will cut off all your tendons and tendons as you said before!" ”

Qingyu raised his face, his dirty messy hair couldn't hide the swelling of his eyes and his thin face, he smiled dismally, spit out a mouthful of blood, and showed no fear at all.

Sikong Ming wiped the blood from his face expressionlessly, and slowly started to move, and there were bursts of heart-rending pain in the cellar, and Qingyu's hands and feet were useless.