I saw a high platform set up in front of the main hall, and the tables, chairs and benches placed on the high platform, and the two round stools in the center of the platform were reserved for the debaters. On the east side www.biquge.info of the high platform of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion, there are several rows of seats, and there are coffee tables in front of the seats, which are reserved for envoys from various countries, while on the west side are more than a dozen rows of low stools, and there are no coffee tables, which are obviously reserved for the "good men and women" played by this group of blind streams.

Bu Yunfei and a group of blind streams came to the west seat and sat down. The east turned white, the sky was bright, and the monks extinguished the lights in front of the hall. The abbot of the temple took the head of the class, the deacon and other monks with status, and went to wait for Yang Guozhong and Kuma outside the temple gate. The envoys of various countries had not yet taken their seats, and it was still early to see that the time was still early, and the blind streamers took out the steamed buns they had just received and waited while eating.

Originally, Shami saw that the blind streams were all obedient to Bu Yunfei, and wanted to arrange him to the first row and be the head of the class, but Bu Yunfei refused. Instead, he sat in the third row, blending in with the blind crowd, and was inconspicuous. He didn't want to show his face.

Bu Yunfei nibbled on steamed buns, but his heart was extremely depressed and trance-like.

I didn't sleep well all night, and I was a little dazed, and the cigarette smoke in the Daci'en Temple in front of him made him feel like a falling cloud, suddenly like a butterfly dreaming of a butterfly, I don't know if it was a butterfly in a dream, or a dream in a butterfly.

Two months ago, Bu Yunfei was engulfed by a brilliant light swirl, at that time, he did not feel fear, on the contrary, he felt that his heart was very peaceful, and even had an indescribable sense of pleasure, his body was very light, like a piece of catkins, swaying in the spring wind.

However, when he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him made him feel the horror from the bottom of his bones!

Hideous black shadows, twisted corpses, eerie temples, long and mournful wolf howls, he thought he had fallen into a nightmare.

In the long howl of the blue wolf, Bu Yunfei escaped from the Langa Temple.

The jungle is dense, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, and Buyunfei has no sense of direction at all. He just ran lifelessly, as if sleepwalking.

At the dawn of time, he found himself standing on a mountain cliff with a majestic city in front of him.

The city is no slouch in size than the coastal city, but it is free of boring concrete buildings, with red bricks and tiles, cornices and arches, elaborate streets and alleys, and a ring of walls that surround the city. In the faint morning mist, it was like a mirage.

The early morning sun dispelled the fear in his heart, and Bu Yunfei boldly walked down the cliff and entered the city.

The city is lively and crowded, the little two in front of the shop, the farmer who picks and dislocates, the singer under the green building, the drunken literati in the wine shop, the crowds of exotic merchants, the ladies with half arms under the eaves and the men with round necks on their heads. As well as, the official sedan chair that sounded the gong on the street and the official sedan chair in front of the official sedan chair held a leather whip to show off his might.

Bu Yunfei suddenly remembered the words of the Persian named Kusmanu before he died-Zhongnan Mountain, Chang'an, Tianbao years!

This is not a mirage, but a real Chang'an during the Tang Tianbao period!

Bu Yunfei's brain came to a standstill.

The light of fate descended on him in the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

The spring steel, which has always been cold, emits bursts of warmth.

Bu Yunfei had a strange idea - what brought him to Chang'an was the spring steel of the old craftsman!

The eyes of the old craftsman, like two deep wells, with a weird smile, are mysterious!

Perhaps, that section of spring steel is a key! A secret passage leading to the "Yanti Tianji Eight-Pillar Folding Steel Sabre"?

However, when Bu Yunfei's hand reached into the spring steel again, the spring steel was still as cold as water, and the faint heat seemed to be just an illusion.

Anyway, Bu Yunfei learned the hardness of spring steel.

In Langa Temple, this section of earth forging spring steel easily broke the sword in the hands of the man in black - the sword of the Tang people, in front of the spring steel of the 21st century, is a piece of tofu!

The iron-smelting technology of the Tang people did not reach the level of the old craftsmen!

However, the "Yan Ti Tianji Eight Pillars Folding Steel Sabre" is indeed an item from the 8th century AD! Bu Yunfei personally took this sword to the Nuclear Technology Research Institute to complete the carbon-14 measurement, and the measurement results were no problem!

Moreover, the four words "Eight Pillars of the Heavenly Pole" on the body of the sword, whether it is Yan Zhenqing's genuine handiwork or not, can prove that this saber is by no means a foreign product from outside the Tang Dynasty!

In an unknown corner of Datang, there must be someone who can forge steel that transcends the times! It's just that, for some unknown reason, the forger deliberately concealed this technology.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain that the toughness and density of the Tang Dynasty tomb were not inferior to the spring steel in any way as the "Yanti Tianji Eight-Pillar Folding Steel Sabre"!

It is impossible to explain why he came to this era!

Bu Yunfei believes that there is a mysterious power that manipulates the fate of him and the "Yan Ti Tianji Eight Pillar Folding Steel Sabre" in the dark!

The Tianbao period was the most glorious era of Datang's economy and culture, and such an era should be able to give birth to extraordinary technology.

With a mystery, Bu Yunfei wandered around Chang'an City.

The Tang Dynasty has an extremely open mind, which is not only manifested in the inclusiveness of political culture, but also in the open-mindedness of the world, they do not make a fuss about a blind stream wearing T-shirts and jeans - Chang'an City is full of Hu people in fancy costumes, people have long been accustomed to all kinds of fancy costumes, and his seemingly unfashionable clothes are just a drop of water in the vast Chang'an costumes. They saw him as a traveler from a foreign land, and there were many such people in Chang'an City.

Bu Yunfei soon found a small business stall.

Although Datang is prosperous, it has not achieved universal education, and most of the people are still illiterate. Especially in the square in front of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, it is a mixed place of the lower nine classes, and there are even fewer literate people.

Bu Yunfei's literary and historical skills are very down-to-earth, and his calligraphy will also be proficient, and he is familiar with the language and writing of the Tang Dynasty. Set up a ghostwriting booth and earn some ghostwriting fees, so that you can fill your stomach.

Although the stall is a small business, it also requires capital. Bu Yunfei touched all over his body, and really found the capital - the batik Bojuan wrapped in spring steel.

At the beginning, Bu Yunfei got the spring steel from the old craftsman, and by the way, he spent ten yuan to buy a batik Bojuan from the local village, and carefully wrapped the spring steel. This Bojuan has a rough texture and is not a good product, but Bu Yunfei is at the end of his rope, so he can only take this Bojuan to the pawnshop to try his luck.

The result was not bad, the pawnshop guy turned over and looked at this batik Bo Juan for a long time, and actually threw out two taels of silver - the guy saw that this Bo Juan was quite exotic, and regarded it as a palace object of the Great Food Country.

Bu Yunfei had the silver, ran to the street stall to fill his stomach, bought tables, chairs, benches, pens, ink and paper, set up a banner, and opened it under the west wall of the Great Ci'en Temple, writing letters and keeping accounts for people, making some small money, and making ends meet.

There are two advantages to choosing to set up a stall in front of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple.

In front of the Great Ci'en Temple is the most popular place in Chang'an City. This is a gathering place for jugglers, artists from all over the world have come here to set up stalls to perform, Hu Seng in the Western Regions, Dong Di Fannu, Gaoli Xiuwu, Nanban Shengong, eight immortals across the sea, each showing their magical powers, nothing more than storytelling and singing, swallowing iron and rolling nails, juggling magic hard qigong. Residents and tourists in the city like to come here to spend a little money and watch strange pastimes. From early morning to late afternoon, it is full of drums and people. To do business, no matter how big or small, what you want is popularity.

Another advantage is that you can spend the night in the shack in the west courtyard of the Great Ci'en Temple.

Therefore, Bu Yunfei guards the stall during the day and goes to the temple to stay overnight, which is very convenient.

In the past two months, although Bu Yunfei's life has been tight, he has finally gained a foothold in Chang'an City.

There is only one point, Bu Yunfei is extra cautious, and he does not dare to be careless at all.

That's the spring steel next to him.

Not only can't spring steel be eaten as a meal, but it's still a bane if you don't get it right!

This inconspicuous spring steel in the 21st century was a priceless treasure in the Tang Dynasty in the 8th century, and people would regard it as the legendary Western Xuantie! It's an artifact that only exists in mythology!

A homeless man with a treasure in his hand is like a child wandering the streets with gold and silver treasure in his hand, and that is never a good thing, and if you don't do it well, you will be killed!

The Persian Kusmanu died in Langa Monastery on Zhongnan Mountain for no apparent reason, probably because of some treasure hidden around him!

Kusmanu can't protect himself with a caravan, Bu Yunfei is alone, if he hides his line, the end can be imagined.

Bu Yunfei hid the spring steel in the baggage, carefully hid it by his side, and never showed it!

Unexpectedly, early this morning, this spring steel caused him trouble!