Yan Jingshan didn't care, but after checking Li Xiangru's token and testing his skills, he was quite satisfied. He said that his precious daughter had never been so shy, and she had never suffered a loss. Only when you Li Xiangru came over, did I feel that the one I gave birth to was a daughter!

Yan Jingshan gave Li Xiangru a thumbs up. In the next internal assessment of the Ghost Hidden Sect, Li Xiangru passed every level excellently, and Yan Jingshan was even more satisfied! He even looked at Li Xiangru from the perspective of an old father-in-law looking at his future son-in-law!

This made Li Xiangru cry and laugh.

In terms of appearance and figure, Miss Yan is undoubtedly first-class, but he can't resist that fiery urgency!

After being a thief, Miss Yan was tricked by the treacherous and cunning Yan Jingshan faction to find out the reason, and even gave Li Xiangru a thumbs up, praising him as the only great person in the past eighteen years who can make Miss Yan have a trace of her daughter's family.

Talk all night...... After the wine talk, he had already called Li Xiangru a virtuous son-in-law. Li Xiangru, who was on the spectrum of this mandarin duck, was shocked and left a letter and fled overnight. Fortunately, Miss Yan did not agree to this "marriage" of mandarin duck scores, and it was over. Yan Jingshan just sighed, and looked at Miss Yan's eyes for a few days in a row, so that Miss Yan jumped up and scolded him and said that if he looked at her with this look again, he would marry the two-hundred-pound widow in Taoli Lane and become his stepmother! As soon as Yan Jingshan heard the name of the widow and remembered the fat woman's shy, rough and hoarse voice, he immediately became stunned, and never dared to mention anything similar to Li Xiangru again.

Yan Jingshan thought that Li Xiangru still had to rely on his power, and he couldn't run. didn't bother anymore, I knew my own girl in my heart, although she was very fierce, but she must already have Li Xiangru that kid in her heart. So, the mood got better again, and when the mood improved, Li Xiangru was given the treatment of a quasi-son-in-law.

After Li Xiangru came to the capital, he forgot about this matter, but he didn't expect that he thought it was just a small episode, and there would be no inevitable intersection, but now it has appeared again.

When she was in Lizhou, Miss Yan was targeting Li Xiangru everywhere, and if she came to the capital, she might make some trouble! It was even very likely to affect his plans!

Thinking of this, Li Xiangru's face became even more bitter, he rubbed his stiff face, and lay on the bed dejectedly.

The third lady still has to go first, and Prince Qiuhong also has to arrange time to get in touch, at least to test his attitude and bottom line first. In any case, the power of the Ghost Shadow Sect still had to be used as his eyes for a while longer.

Li Xiangru let out a long sigh and closed his eyes to stop thinking about it......

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The weather was nice, you could see the blue sky and white clouds, and the sun was shining on the old buildings of the capital. The brown mud and gray bricks suddenly had a mysterious color, as if there were many stories waiting for the world to explore.

When Li Xiangru got up in the morning, he wrote a few letters, and it was almost noon before he slowly walked out of the wing.

When Li Xiangru, who was tidy and tidy, was about to go out, Da Hei snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, as if he blamed him for not taking him out for a long time.

Li Xiangru glanced at Da Hei amusedly, then pointed to the empty wine tank and said, "Wine and freedom, choose one of the two." If you want to go out, follow me, and if you want wine, stay in the house and watch our home. ”

Da Hei stomped his hooves a few times, and squirted a few more breaths into Li Xiangru's face. It's a manifestation of annoyance, and it's clear that Daikoku wants to go out and drink too.

Li Xiangru dodged with a jump, laughed, and walked to the door with his hands in his hands.

Da Hei didn't follow, and after hesitating for only two seconds, it chose comfort and wine.

The hawkers' shouting, the porter's walking, the shouting and shouting, the sound of the sound is in the ears.

Li Xiangru slowly walked to the small bridge of the Qinjiang River, and the willow branches on both sides fluttered gently in the breeze. He closed his eyes, greedily feeling the primal excitement.

The wind also lifted the corner of his robe slightly.

The pedestrians in a hurry glanced over with the eyes of an idiot, but the girls in the Qinglou not far from the river were smiling and beckoning him to come over to play.

Li Xiangru is tall and handsome, and his black ink-like eyes appear in Poor Town, which is of course very attractive to those women. However, it is easy to attract the hateful eyes of men.

"Hey, you stinky scholar, what are you doing standing on this bridge and blocking the road? I don't know how small this bridge is?" A savage loud voice came from behind Li Xiangru, and at the same time, Li Xiangru also felt that his back was poked.

Li Xiangru turned around and glanced at the man.

The man looked very strong, heroic, wearing a short cloth jacket, with a hairpin inserted in his hair at the top of his heart, and a pair of flat shoulders on his shoulders. The man was in a hurry to deliver this batch of goods to the proprietor, and he was in a hurry to go back to Zhuangzi at night, but he never thought that he was blocked by an idle scholar on this small bridge, and he couldn't help but get angry, and glared at Li Xiangru with big eyes.

Li Xiangru's heart twitched, he was hit by a flat pestle, he should be regarded as a victim, right? Why did this man become a bitter master? However, his face was flat, but he turned sideways and arched his hand, and said, "I'm sorry, you ask first." ”

The man stared wide-eyed, snorted and walked away, this little white face is also interesting, plus he is indeed in a hurry, so he has no time to worry about him.

Li Xiangru looked at the man's walking posture, but suddenly narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and showed a trace of doubt on his face. After a while, he ignored it and walked in the direction of the man.

Li Xiangru is going to Twelve Alleys today, but before he goes, he wants a good knife.

In the barracks, the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it is the only courage of a hundred blades. From the age of six, he was forced to pick up the saber, and as those men began to practice day after day, chopping, slashing, stabbing, checking, piercing, and flirting......

The sword wants to be invincible forever, and aggression is always more important than defense when going into battle.

There is a blacksmith shop in the sixth alley, and the forged blades are among the best in the capital.

The further you go down the alley, the quieter it becomes.

It's as if the things of the superior people can't show the preciousness of their goods if they are not set up in a place where there are few people. The one who sells wine and this one who sells weapons are all virtuous.

The slight sound of black boots on the bluestone floor was inaudible. The closer I got, the more obvious the clanging sound became.

Li Xiangru slowly walked to the iron shop, a dark red banner cloth hung down under the eaves of the shop, and the words had been folded and hidden, he glanced at it, and could guess that it was just an iron word. Looking in from the outside railing, a tall, sturdy man stared intently at the red-hot iron, beating the formed iron with a hammer.

The red light of the soldering iron and flames shone on the man's face, and the naked and powerful arms bulged out of the meridians, and he looked at those two arms as if they were no longer arms, but two pieces of hard iron.

"Bell...... Clang...... The sound of the bell ...... is heavy and light, fast and slow. Under this rhythm, it doesn't feel noisy, but it makes people have a pleasant sense of musical beauty.

Li Xiangru walked in quietly, found a chair and sat down, and carefully looked at the shop, the discarded slag iron, the exercise tools, some unbladed swords and axes hanging on the wall, and some broken and broken blades. In the room, the space is indeed a little smaller, and it is a little messy. Li Xiangru thought it would be more interesting to quietly watch the blacksmith master exercise the finished product.

From beginning to end, the man only had the blade in his hand, and he didn't take care of Li Xiangru, and no one in this blacksmith shop came out to greet Li Xiangru again, as if there was only one person in this shop.

The sun was setting, and the shop was getting a little dark.

Repeated heating, folding and forging of ironmaking can make the structure of steel dense and uniform, reduce magazines, and improve the quality of rigidity.

If you want to forge a good knife that "cuts gold and jade, and sharpens iron like clay", the final quenching process is extremely important. Quenching is to first put the beaten steel knife on the stove fire to burn red, and then immediately put it into cold water and dip it properly to let it cool down suddenly. This is repeated several times, and the steel knife will become tough and elastic.

The quenching process seems easy, but it is extremely difficult to grasp the operation just right, and the heat of the fire, the degree of cooling, and the quality of the water have a lot to do with it. If the quenching is not enough, the blade is not hard and easy to curl the edge; if the quenching is too much, the blade will become brittle and easy to break; if the quenching is appropriate, it is necessary to have extremely rich experience.

The quenched water is very particular, and it is divided into yin and yang. Well water, river water, natural water, mountain water.

Li Xiangru naturally couldn't tell what kind of water the blacksmith quenched was, but when he counted to thirty-five refinements, he guessed that this should be "fifty refinements".

The blacksmith finally stopped, looked down from the tip of the knife, and frowned. Discouraged, he tossed the knife aside. When I turned around, I found a person sitting in the room. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at the guests in the room.

Li Xiangru stood up at this time, bowed slightly to the blacksmith, and said, "Senior Li Xiangru, meet Senior Niu." ”

The ox blacksmith didn't pay attention, and said coldly while sorting out the ironware: "Why are you here? You're a scholar, what are you doing here?"

Li Xiangru was slightly choked by this tone that rejected people thousands of miles away, do all the masters like to be so cold? Doesn't it show the temperament of the masters if they are not cold? Alas......

Li Xiangru muttered in his heart, and then looked at the sky again, he had been waiting for two hours, and if he continued to grind, it would be dark!

"The juniors came to get a knife. Li Xiangru was still respectful, "This knife is called: Baipi!"

Hearing this, the movement in the bull blacksmith suddenly stopped, he slowly turned his head, his face was solemn, and he stared at Li Xiangru carefully. He heard it very clearly, Li Xiangru said the word "take", and also said the name of the knife.

The master of the younger generation told me that after coming to the capital, I would find a blacksmith master surnamed Niu, and let the younger generation pass the word, after the knife was taken away, you would be free from now on. Li Xiangru said lightly.

Hearing this, the bull blacksmith suddenly shook his body, lowered his eyebrows, and his originally solemn face slowly relaxed.

"It is not easy to idealize, only a hundred knives", this sentence, he has only heard one person say, a hundred knives, only one person in the world has it. In his life, he has only lost a bet to one person! That person is Mo Dawei! For a bet, he has been trapped in this cage for more than 20 years!