Sun Lang ignored Dong Xi's shouting, just took Si Mingbao Yan in his arms and walked towards the backyard where Sun Shangxiang lived. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the analysis of the charcoal head, although the spiritual power in Dong Xi's body is weak, the attribute belongs to the earth, and Xu Shao's Si Ming Xingjun's Si Ming Bao Yan is also an artifact of the earth attribute. Although Dong Xi's martial arts are low, he is very good at running and escaping......

Combined with these characteristics and factors, Tantou has already had inspiration in his heart.

And what Sun Lang has to do is to follow the guidance of the charcoal head, with his exquisite handicraft, to rebuild this Si Ming Bao Yan into an artifact suitable for Dong Xi.

"Let's go to Sun Shangxiang and borrow a Nine Phoenix Luan Ming Knife first!" The charcoal head secretly instructed in his arms.

Hearing this, he trotted all the way to the attic of the inner courtyard, found Sun Shangxiang, and said, "Good sister, lend me a sharp Jiufeng Luan Ming Flying Knife!" ”

Sun Shangxiang had to accompany Mrs. Wu these days, and was forced by Mrs. Wu to learn weaving and embroidery as a female worker, so she couldn't meet Sun Lang alone. When I saw him at this time, I thought that he would complain and cry to himself about the pain of being sent to Xu Du as a hostage, but he didn't say a word, and only hurriedly took a look, and wanted to borrow a flying knife from himself.

She wondered in her heart, so she pursed her lips and said, "Fifth brother, aren't you going to be sent to Xu Du to marry Miss Cao, and I'm afraid that she will be extremely ugly, so I will carry a flying knife in my arms in advance to defend myself?" ”

Where did Sun Lang have the heart to laugh with her, he just said: "100,000 is in a hurry, I don't have time to explain, and I ask my sister to lend me the flying knife quickly!" ”

"You gave me this flying knife, of course you can borrow it casually." Seeing his panicked expression, Sun Shangxiang stopped joking, took off the red ribbon from his waist, and spread all nine flying knives on the case.

Sun Lang lowered his head, picked the narrowest blade among the nine flying knives, smiled at Sun Shangxiang, and turned around and walked out of the attic without looking back. Sun Shangxiang was full of suspicions, and he couldn't figure out what his younger brother was doing.

The reason why Sun Lang was so flustered was because he knew that time was running out, and the workload of rebuilding the artifact was not light at all. He followed Tantou's instructions, came to the sword-casting room in the mansion, found a person to drive away the craftsman who was forging the sword inside, moved a wooden table in the corner, and put the Si Ming Treasure Yan and the Jiufeng Luanming Knife on the table.

The sword-forging room was still filled with the smell of gunsmoke and metal, which lifted Sun Lang's spirits.

However, according to Tantou's words, this time he did not want to forge a sword, but to carve.

The sword-casting room was very dim, and I saw that this Si Ming Bao Yan was seven inches square, as thick as a book, and the whole body was forged with shiny ink-black stainless steel and iron, and it was heavy in his hand. The inkstone is cast to make the undulating shape of the mountain, the state of the creation of the gods, the bottom is flat, the dragon and the phoenix are carved on it, and a big yin and yang Taiji pattern is engraved in the concave in the middle, and it is really a treasure that is both delicate and mysterious.

Ancient literati loved inkstones, and they would also carve inkstones into various shapes. But known as China's four famous inkstones, the end inkstone, the She, the Chengni inkstone, the Taohe inkstone are all after the Sui and Tang dynasties before gradually prospering, at this time the inkstone is mostly metal, but to be able to cast the metal so exquisitely, it is also very difficult.

Sun Lang didn't have the heart to appreciate the carving of this inkstone, but put the bottom of the inkstone facing up in his hand, carefully lifted the Jiufeng Luan Ming knife, and slowly cut it along the bottom of the inkstone......

He wanted to cut a smooth mirror surface at the bottom of the inkstone.

Sure enough, although this inkstone is extremely hard, the Nine Phoenix Luanming Knife is a peerless weapon, accompanied by a squeaky sound of breaking gold, and sure enough, a thin layer was cut off from the bottom of the inkstone. The original Kui Long and Flying Phoenix patterns, as well as the Tai Chi Bagua patterns, were all cut by the blade of the Nine Phoenix Luanming Knife, which was as thin as a willow leaf, leaving only a smooth and shiny flat bottom at the bottom of the inkstone.

Just doing this work, Sun Lang was exhausted, because if he didn't pay attention to it and cut the bottom of the inkstone unevenly, this precious inkstone would be scrapped.

Sun Lang did not stop, and according to the instructions of the charcoal head, he took the inkstone to a big gravel in the sword-casting room, pressed the bottom of the inkstone on it, and kept grinding back and forth.

It's a physical job. The edge of the sword is sharpened, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, if you persevere, even the thick iron pestle can be sharpened into a small embroidery needle, not to mention such a small inkstone?

Sure enough, from grinding that night to leaking the silence, and until a glimmer of morning light was slightly revealed outside the room, Sun Lang finally grinded the bottom of the inkstone smooth and smooth, like a piece of silent stagnant water without waves, and like a mercury-like mirror, which can reflect his own face......

Overnight, Sun Lang's already tired hands were sore, and his forehead was sweating profusely.

However, the work of recreating the treasure has only just begun.

He felt that these were worth it, after all, Dong Xi had saved his life and was infinitely loyal to himself. Take out his last time before going to Xudu to repay Dong Xi's saving life and loyalty, which is what he should do.

Of course, the god rat charcoal head fell asleep for another night, and when he woke up, he praised Sun Lang's efforts all night, and secretly admired his extraordinary perseverance.

Now it's time to point out. It once again stretched its claws to its chest, making a gesture similar to a mantra mark, and chanted a large number of incantations in its mouth, "Mani Mani Coax", transforming the original magic but now the Mixed Yuan Bead Umbrella that was hidden in filth.

Although Sun Lang was tired, he was very curious and excited, because under this umbrella it was claimed that thousands of demons, monsters, and even the magic weapons and remnants of Da Luo Jinxian were collected, and the charcoal head could also take out some interesting things under this treasure umbrella every time. He held his breath to see what other strange artifacts could be found this time.

Sure enough, the charcoal head stretched out his little claws and touched under the umbrella all the time, touching and always touching the wrong thing, for a while he found out the calligraphy and painting, for a while he touched the silk satin, and even found out a red 100 yuan "Grandpa Mao", and in the end there was a pink female bottoms, and I don't know what the king of Wentian did to do something unseemly, and he actually put these messy things in the umbrella.

But it was clear that the charcoal head was looking for something similar to paper or cloth.

After touching it for a long time, the charcoal head finally lit up, pinched a rectangular piece of broken paper in his paws, and laughed: "The armor horse rune of Tiansuxing, the old man has found it!" ”

Sky Star? A horse rune? Who is Skyspeed? What the hell is a horse rune?

Sun Lang was full of doubts, leaned over to take a closer look, and saw that this piece of paper was crumpled and inconspicuous, the four corners were already broken and messy, and the whole piece glowed a faint yellow, much like the kind of paper money burned when he went to the grave. On the paper, there is a faint layer of pale red drawing, in which is a tall horse in armor, with clouds and fog under its hooves, but on its back is a small person, and the small man holds a command flag high in his hand.

On both sides of this painting, there are two lines of small characters written in seal script, the left side is written "God of Jiama", and the right side is written "A Thousand Miles a Day".