The old craftsman was overjoyed, and hurriedly nodded: "That...... The old man has some weapons in his collection here, and he has been studying them for a long time, but he still doesn't understand what's going on? Girl...... Belch...... Nobleman, can you help me take a look, just one glance......"

Yun Xiyao looked sideways slightly, but smiled silently.

The old craftsman's calloused hands rubbed against his shirt with a slight embarrassment, "That'...... Forget it, it's troublesome. ”

This girl has a stunt, the king calls her sister, it seems that her status is noble, she is indeed a little reckless, looking at it, she is definitely not a grassland herdsman.

Other big places come with more rules.

Yun Xiyao sneered, "Old man, it's not troublesome at all, it's my honor to answer your questions." ”

The old craftsman's beard pouted one by one, his eyes instantly became clear, and he responded excitedly rummaging through a pile of copper and iron.

"This ...... And this ......" The old craftsman took a wrinkled sketch to Yun Xiyao, and took out the most precious picture from his arms, and went over excitedly, "Trouble the nobleman to take a look, what is wrong?" ”

Yun Xiyao looked at it, and her eyebrows raised slightly.

Isn't this a sketch of the Flying Dragon Hall's divine machine crossbow? I almost laughed directly at a glance.,It turned out to be my own original manuscript! It's just a defective product, and to put it bluntly, it's a draft that she discarded when she designed the drawing, and of course there would be problems.

The complete design drawings of the weapons of the Flying Dragon Hall will be managed by a special sub-office, especially the Divine Weapon Diagram drawn by Yun Xiyao herself, there is only one copy of the entire Flying Dragon Hall, which is in the hands of Xiang Yitian and is personally kept by him.

"It's not South Vietnamese, where did you get it?" Yun Xiyao picked up the drawings, smiled at the corners of her mouth, and asked funnyly.

An old craftsman was seen through by Yun Xiyao at a glance, and his eyes were full of surprise, "How do you know?" ”

Oh no, how could she have seen it? This is all flowing from the Flying Dragon Hall...... Don't? The old craftsman took a deep breath, and his face turned a little red.

The old craftsman's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly took his treasure, "Actually, this treasure came from the Central Plains, and after several journeys, it was obtained from a friend." My old man has no other hobbies in his life, except that he likes to strike iron, and he has a few good friends over there. So ......"

As the saying goes, one more friend has one more road, and every circle is connected, and it is not surprising that the things of the Flying Dragon Hall appear in South Vietnam, which is thousands of miles away.

Murong Lan complained on the side, "Sister Yun, don't you know, this drawing is the master's treasure, no one will show it, for fear of breaking it, I wanted to see it last time, but I didn't see it for a long time." ”

The old craftsman smiled, "The king's body is delicate and expensive, how can he touch these stupid things?" ”

This is the treasure that he finally spent a lot of effort and exhausted all his savings to get, which is the root of his life, if he is accidentally damaged, he doesn't know where to cry.

"It turned out to be from the Central Plains."

The old craftsman had reservations, and only half of his words were spoken, his intention was obvious, and he didn't want people to know the real source, Yun Xiyao smiled at the corner of his mouth and didn't debunk it.

The old craftsman nodded vaguely.

Yun Xiyao smiled when she heard the taste, her eyes flashed, and she looked at the hurried old craftsman with a smile: "Master...... Last time, the South Vietnamese envoy sent an envoy to Yunxi and brought a black bow, if you guessed correctly, it was from your handwriting, right? ”

This is completely right, at the autumn hunting banquet, the black bow that the South Vietnamese envoy embarrassed Yunxi definitely came from here.

I asked Feilongtang to investigate before, but then I was too busy and forgot about it, but I didn't expect to bump into the main owner all of a sudden today.

What is the saying? There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and all the hard work is wasted!

The old craftsman was stunned. This girl is from Yunxi Palace?

How do you feel that you have fallen into the net, is it your own delusion? It only takes a glance to prove that the bow is indeed from his hand.

Yun Xiyao had an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth: "Master, your craftsmanship is quite good. ”

The old craftsman didn't know why, he was at a loss, and hurriedly explained, "Alas, don't mention it, the Queen Mother personally found the old man at that time, and she didn't explain the reason, but she just asked me to take out a treasure, and I didn't think much about it at the time, I felt that no one could pull the bow away." ”

As he spoke, the old craftsman silently pulled out another drawing, and at first glance it was a remnant, a fragment of the bow.

Yun Xiyao couldn't cry or laugh, it seems that this old man has really got a lot of things, and this way is quite wide.

The old craftsman was worried for no reason: "Nobleman, the old man doesn't know anything else, I am just an ironworker, whether it is the queen mother or the princess, I only have to do what they say." ”

Now the queen mother is a traitor, and she has to make it difficult for the nobles in front of her, and the old man is worried that he will be implicated, and a bad premonition rises in his heart for no reason, is it, it seems that it is not.

The old craftsman was apprehensive and nervous.

"Master, don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually, you have the right to keep your secrets." Yun Xiyao took the drawing, shook it open, and looked at it, her hand was uncheckable, and she shook it for a moment, isn't this the remnant manuscript that she hummed and discarded before? The traces of the original kneading are still there.

The old craftsman laughed dryly, is there any difference between this and forced confession? Murong Lan stood aside and didn't dare to squeak, he still hadn't figured it out, when did the atmosphere start to become so weird?

Yun Xiyao smiled lightly, there was nothing aggressive, but the old and the young with too much aura on their bodies almost knelt directly, and they couldn't understand his thoughts.

Looking at it, Yun Xiyao admired again, "Master, this ...... It's a nice ......."

To be honest, the old man's craftsmanship is indeed good, and his comprehension ability is extraordinary. Tell the truth about her drawings, Xiang Lao sometimes has to ask a few questions, but this old man is self-taught, drawing inferences from one another, and touching the class to bypass his own things.

In this era of underdeveloped science and technology, it is really commendable, it is a rare talent, and Feilongtang will naturally open here in the future, and it really needs a local leader who is familiar with the way......

Yun Xiyao's gaze moved away from the drawings, and a little bit, fell on the old craftsman.

The old craftsman felt a chill down his spine, as if he was stepping on a cliff, he involuntarily took two steps back, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly excused himself, "Guilin is so busy, forget it, I still have time to think about it myself." ”

The old man weakly stretched out his hand, wanting to take the drawings, he seemed to have a big deal, and his premonition was getting stronger and stronger, could it be that he was seen through by this girl from the beginning?

Yun Xiyao had a harmless smile on her mouth, waved her hand slightly, and with a twist of her wrist, the old man grabbed the air: "The master is not in a hurry." ”

But this hand almost scared the old master away, and the drawings almost fell on the edge of the flames in Luzhong, and the tongue of fire scurried up, licking the fragile corners of the straw paper.

The old craftsman's hand froze in the air like that, watching Yun Xiyao hang the drawings on the top of the boiling molten slurry, blown by the hot wind, and instantly became anxious, "Noble, don't don't, if you have anything to say, don't touch this baby." ”

What kind of iniquity have you created? I'm just showing the drawings to a girl, as if I stepped into a bottomless abyss and fell in love with a master I couldn't mess with......