"I haven't seen your mother yet, have you?" the city lord looked at Jiao Yang'er with pity, and sighed with a wry smile.

"No!" a trace of curiosity flashed in Jiao Yang'er's heart, a trace of throbbing.

"Come with me!" the city lord lost his previous eagerness, and slowly walked out of the plum blossom pavilion and headed towards the attic at the back. The lonely back looks a lot older suddenly.

"Stinky girl, your son is here!" the city lord entered the house, stood in front of a portrait, and said, "This is your mother!"

The fragrance of her daughter's house wafted through the attic, and in the middle of the hall hung a portrait of a woman. waist-length hair, pink clothes, goose egg face, delicate face, but there is a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

"Like you?"

"Like!" Jiao Yang'er looked at the portrait and bowed three times.

"What it was and what it is still now. The only difference is that this portrait replaces your mother!" The city lord turned his head to look at Jiao Yang'er, smiled bitterly, and recalled: "Your mother is deeply influenced by your grandmother, loves plum blossoms, and loves calligraphy and painting. However, I am obsessed with blacksmithing, after all, this is the tradition and mission of the Golden City. At that time, you were young and vigorous, obsessed, and often quarreled with your grandmother. Eventually, your grandmother became depressed and left, and as a result, your mother, resentful of me, slipped out of the Golden City and was never heard from. ”

"Grandpa!" Jiao Yang'er heard mixed feelings, but didn't know how to comfort the old man in front of him, maybe only these two words could put an end to the old man's memories!

"Hate the past, it's gone!" The city lord patted Jiao Yang'er on the shoulder and said, "The same mistake will not be made again, you can do whatever you want in the future, grandpa will support it!"

"I love the art of forging!"

"Okay!" The heroic city lord came back, looked at Jiao Yang'er, and said proudly: "Do you want to be the city lord of this golden city!"

"Never!" Jiao Yang'er shook her head, refusing simply.

"You don't know the Golden City yet, don't answer so quickly!" an intriguing smile appeared on the corner of the city lord's mouth.

"I just want revenge!" Jiao Yang'er clenched his fists.

"Revenge, this can't avenge your mother!" the city lord muttered as he looked at his grandson. After a while, he turned to discuss: "How about taking you on a tour of the Golden City?"

"Okay!" Jiao Yang'er looked at the city lord's expectant eyes, and it was not easy to refuse.

"Come, follow me!" the city lord grabbed Jiao Yang'er's wrist again and enthusiastically dragged Jiao Yang'er out of the attic.

The old and young walked out of the city lord's mansion and walked towards a land of yellow sand, going deeper and deeper, and the deeper and more fiery they were, and vaguely heard the chaotic sound of percussion.

The city lord looked down at the hot col in front of him and asked, "How?"

Hundreds of stout men, all wrapped in leather vests and holding iron sledgehammers, surrounded a huge blue flame crater. Jiao Yang'er looked into the distance, saw some clues, dropped his jaw in shock, and confirmed: "Heaven and earth forging?"

The city lord nodded, but shook his head again, as if he said with regret: "It's heaven and earth forging, and it's just the earth chapter!"

Hearing this, Jiao Yang'er thought for a while, muttered to himself, and said: "Originally, in Lianshan, he was an ordinary blacksmith, and later, in the world, he became a forging wizard, and now, here, he is just a blacksmith!"

"I really don't climb the mountains, I don't know the height of the sky, I don't know the depth of the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the earth!" Jiao Yang'er's eyes flashed with despair, and he smiled bitterly: "It's me who sits in and watches the sky, and I can't measure myself!"

"In the Golden City, they all stop at the "Heaven and Earth Forging" chapter, and so do I. Do you know why?"

"I don't know!"

"Because, the Golden City is the city of the Hammer Lord, and we are the people of the Hammer Lord!" the city lord stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the strong man in the col, and said firmly: "We, life and life, live for the hammer master, and die for the hammer master!"

"Let's go, go to another place with me!" There was a trace of melancholy in the back of the city lord for some reason.

"Oh!" Jiao Yang'er obeyed, and just followed the city lord.

The city lord left the mountain col with Jiao Yang'er, left the Golden City, and walked towards the desert. As they leaned westward, they stood in front of a ruined castle.

The lord of the castle pushed open the gate of the castle, and the dust fell everywhere. When the dust stopped, a quaint hall appeared in front of him, solemn and solemn. In the center of the main hall, there is a round altar of black metal, like a round table. Eight metal statues stand around it, all holding a hammer.

"Let's go in and have a look!"

"Hmm!" Jiao Yang'er followed the city lord into the main hall and asked, "Who are these eight statues?"

"Successive hammermasters!"

"Doesn't it look like it?" Jiao Yang'er imitated the statue and stood in the vacant space next to the altar.

"Like, but there is someone in that position!" The city lord looked at Jiao Yang'er, who had the word Sichuan on his brows, and explained: "It should have been the ninth hammer master, but no one knows where the ninth hammer master died, so it can only be empty!"

"It turns out that this is where I will return in this life!" Jiao Yang'er looked at the city lord and said, "Grandpa, where should I be?"

"I don't know!" the city lord shook his head, and he was also puzzled: "No one knows the origin of the castle in the Golden City, but the ancestors have a word, there are nine altars, the hammer master is dead, the body is wrapped in fine iron, and the statue is here!"

"Look at your feet!"

Jiao Yang'er retreated and looked at his feet. The ground is sealed with obscure gold inscriptions, which surround the altar and stretch under the eight statues, winding upward. The vacancy is only one seat at the foot of Jiao Yang'er.

"Perhaps, I am the replacement of the ninth, not necessarily!"

"It shouldn't be, the body of the hammer lord is not destroyed or destroyed, and the body of the ninth hammer lord will eventually be recovered!" The city lord looked at Jiao Yang'er and said, "You are here, the day of the birth of the Golden City is near." At that time, the Golden City was to be found!"

"When I come, the Golden City can be born, what is the birth method?"

"Tomorrow, you'll know!"

"Hey, is there something missing in the middle of this altar?" Jiao Yang'er pointed to the hole in the center of the altar.

"The hammer eye is also the heart eye in the mouth of the old man!" The city lord suddenly looked at Jiao Yang'er expectantly and asked, "Grandson, have you ever seen the heart refining hammer, is there a stone at the end of the hammer handle?"

"No!" Jiao Yang'er replied firmly.

"It seems that I have lost my trace with the ninth hammer master!" the city lord shook his head slightly, patted Jiao Yang'er on the shoulder wistfully, and sighed: "Grandson, if you want to become a hammer master, you have a long way to go!"

"I've never felt it was easy!"

"It's good that you can have this mentality!" The city lord put his hands on Jiao Yang'er's shoulders, pressed them, and said, "Let's go back!"

Jiao Yang'er nodded, and the two turned to leave. When Jiao Yang'er closed the gate of the ancient castle, he glanced up at the main hall, I don't know if it was a dazzle, the eight statues turned around, and smiled at Jiao Yang'er in unison.

"Our mother!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's in hand!"

"Be careful in everything, even more so in forging!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

The young and old left the castle and headed for the Golden City. When I arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, the Golden City was already full of smoke. Jiao Yang'er stood at the door of the City Lord's Mansion, overlooking the Golden City, a little stupid!

"Daddy, it's time for us to eat!" The voice was slight, but full of sorrow, and said sadly: "Even in the mountain township, are you all okay?"

"Lao Chang!" the city lord whispered to Lao Chang, who was already guarding the door, and Lao Chang nodded slightly meaningfully. After the city lord understood, he turned his head and said, "Grandson, grandpa has something to do tonight, so I won't accompany you first." You have something to do, call the old man!"

"Hmm!" Jiao Yang'er looked at the city lord's distant back and withdrew his eyes. He bent down slightly to the old man next to him, and smiled: "Chang Lao, I'm tired!"

"Young master, you're polite!" Lao Chang returned the salute and said with a smile: "I'll arrange for the young master to stay first! The young master rested early today, and maybe he will have to toss it tomorrow!"

"Thank you Chang Lao!" Jiao Yang'er followed Lao Chang behind, savoring Lao Chang's meaningful words, and muttered in his heart: "It seems that the Golden City may not be an iron bucket!"

In the dead of night, Jiao Yang'er climbed over the wall, secretly left the city lord's mansion, and headed in the direction of the Sheng family's shop in the outer city.

"Who?" Hearing the sound of the door of the main house opening, Sheng Honglian sat up and roared softly.

"It's me, it's me!"

"Jiao Lianshan?"

The main house was lit up. Jiao Yang'er, who was standing at the door of the main house, looked at Sheng Honglian, who had an unkind face, and smiled awkwardly: "I haven't slept yet!"

"No!" Sheng Honglian looked at her coldly and said, "Young City Lord, it turns out that he is also a rooster and dog thief!"

"No more nonsense, your family will continue to pay the water bill in the future!" Jiao Yang'er put on the appearance of the second ancestor, looked at Sheng Honglian, and said directly: "I want to know about the Golden City, tell me everything you know, the more detailed the better!"

"Oh!" the person had to bow his head under the eaves, and Sheng Honglian had no choice but to submit.

"Young City Lord, let me come!" Sheng Lao Han came to the main house and saluted Jiao Yang'er: "Young City Lord has come to the Golden City for the first time, he should understand the interpersonal relationship of the Golden City!"

"Uncle Sheng, there is labor!"