The world of fireworks is real and ethereal, bright and disillusioned.

Drifting green smoke, flickering fireworks, Ye Changsheng's white hair fluttering, holding a torch-like flower stick, walking through the fireworks.

Su Yun's breathing almost stopped, and she was stunned.

It's not that she hasn't seen the power of the strong, it's not that she hasn't seen the majesty of the giant beast fighting in the sky, it's not that she hasn't seen the invincibility in the mountain of blood corpses, but her heart has never been so shocked like at this moment.

The heroic man, the screaming healthy woman, and the old man holding the wine bowl high all became the background at this moment, the background of that figure.

The figure was so eye-catching, yet so harmonious.

The white-haired immortal, holding high in his hand is the fireworks of the world.

Only the fireworks in the world can be so moving, so beautiful and timeless.

"Bang!"

The fireworks in the world flew high into the sky, and the entire night sky was shrouded in bright fireworks.

"The young hall master is mighty!"

"The young hall master is mighty!"

There were earth-shattering cheers, broken shouts, straight into the sky, boundless fireworks, falling down.

In the four corners of the periphery, four furnaces were smelting molten iron at the same time, and more than a hundred sturdy men, holding flower sticks infused with molten iron, ran towards the flower shed from four directions.

Iron flowers rose into the night sky, setting off rounds of frenzy.

The little bells lined up, pointed the sticks at the bottom of the furnace, and took a full amount of molten iron.

Elder Lu stepped forward and quickly fastened a melon skin hat on the head of the little bell, which immediately attracted laughter from everyone.

"Grandpa Lu!" the little bell blushed and was ashamed.

But she still couldn't do it, so she had to put on a melon skin hat made of willow, hold the flower stick high, and rush towards the direction of the flower shed.

Wearing the melon skin hat made for her by her elder brother back then, Zi Ling'er seemed to have returned to her childhood, and a warm current surged in her heart, and she ran under the flower shed and hit the iron flower into the sky.

"The little bell is mighty!"

"The little bell is mighty!"

The crowd erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and Ye Changsheng also stood aside, applauding and smiling.

The little bell's face was flushed, and his eyes sparkled with joy, and after running through the trellis, he skillfully stopped in front of the furnace opposite the corner, and lined up to fetch molten iron.

Su Yun looked at the vigorous figure of the little bell, and walked through the fireworks again, and couldn't help but feel a sense of envy, and even jealousy.

She wanted to try it too, but she knew she wouldn't.

Hitting the iron flower seems simple, but in fact, the control of power is very ingenious, and the timing of the hit cannot be fast or eaten, so that the iron flower can achieve the best effect.

What's even more difficult is that these more than 100 people seem to be as casual as butterflies wearing flowers, but they actually have a natural rhythm.

Only in this way can the iron flower fly into the sky to present a layered beauty, and the falling molten iron will not burn people.

You must know that those strong men are ordinary people, and the temperature of molten iron is at least more than 1,000 degrees!

But if one person's rhythm is out of order, it will affect the fluency and bring danger.

Su Yun asked herself if she couldn't do it.

But it doesn't matter, one day she'll do it.

In addition to the little bells that are having fun, there is also an old man who unexpectedly blends into the overall rhythm.

The old man's pace was very steady, and the technique of striking the iron flower was very peculiar, but the effect was unexpectedly good, and it immediately attracted everyone's attention, and there were cheers without hesitation.

The distinguished guests of the Alchemist Guild, although they saw it as a novelty, were also very unimpressed.

Such a barbaric way of making fun has always been despised by them, and in their opinion, the technical content of the iron flower is too low, and it is probably only suitable for those vulgar men.

However, when they saw those vulgar men, scarred all over their bodies, and even burned holes in their bodies, but still holding torches high and running wildly in the fireworks, they suddenly remembered that these people were just a group of ordinary people.

They are just a group of men who strike iron, vulgar and mediocre, but because of this, when they walk through the fireworks, facing the hot molten iron and the hot iron slag, they need to pay more courage.

It is precisely because they are ordinary people that it makes all this seem more simple and real.

Like the old farmers planting and harvesting in the fields, their strength is not great, their speed is not fast, but their emotions are poured into the land under their feet, thus presenting a touching harmony and truth.

The harmony between one's own strength and heaven and earth can be called "matching heaven".

The last fireworks in the night sky dispersed, and the crowd once again erupted in earth-shattering cheers and applauded vigorously.

More than 100 scarred strong men, like warriors returning triumphantly, were covered with scars and accepted the review of everyone.

The cheering crowd surrounded the warriors and walked towards an open space upwind.

There, dozens of bonfires burned, and whole beasts were set up on the bonfires, squeaking and squeaking.

Huge barrels are stacked into small hills, and the aroma of meat and wine is mixed together, stimulating everyone's appetite and taste buds.

Even Su Yun was hungry, and her guards were even more glaring.

Back then, they followed the prince to fight everywhere, and after each fight, didn't their favorite favorite be barbecue and spirits?

This kind of ruggedness and heroism is incomprehensible to others, but it makes them feel like they are home.

"My lord, you are just a bunch of vulgar people, and to be with them is to lose your identity. "The old man from the Refiner Guild has returned, and Fang Daqi and the others have gathered around, and a middle-aged official can't help but complain.

You can't cheat when you hit the iron flower, you rely on strength and skill.

So the old man's head was burned, his face was blackened, and there were spots of burn marks on his originally neat clothes.

This is very different from the high elder in everyone's minds.

The old man heard the official's complaint and looked at himself, a childlike smile on his wrinkled face.

Ye Changsheng walked over, bowed his head and saluted: "I've seen the elders, and I've seen a few adults." ”

The middle-aged official who had complained to the old man before stepped forward with a straight face, put his hands behind his back, and scolded sharply: "Ye Changsheng, look here, what kind of mess is it, this is your hospitality?!"

Ye Changsheng was surprised for a moment, and said with a smile: "The countryside is used to being casual, but it makes everyone laugh." ”

The middle-aged official snorted coldly: "Ye Changsheng, I see that you are with your tail up to the sky, don't think that if you do something for the Refiner Guild, you can be unscrupulous, and you don't even want to pay respects!"

Fang Daqi saw Ye Changsheng's cooled face, and knew that it was going to be bad, so he hurriedly said: "Changsheng, these people are all specially from the general guild of the capital, and they have a big deal to talk to you about." ”

(End of chapter)

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