In the primeval years, the sky was constantly thundering, the earth was shaking, and the ignorant people were terrified physically and mentally, suspecting that the end was coming. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Ranzhi was ecstatic, this year, with the time recorded in the "Three Ancient Records", for the thirty-sixth year of the barbarian enlightenment.

On the Dongzhou Continent, in the middle of the night, there was no moon in the sky, and there were no clouds, and suddenly there was a thunderclap on the ground, waking everyone up from their sleep.

A gray light fell from the sky and fell into this otherwise unquiet land.

In a remote mountain village, more than a dozen families suddenly lit up in the house, and the noise came and went.

In the darkness, a young man's brows kept stirring, and then slowly opened his eyes. He sat up slowly, his eyes squinting slightly, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

The movement outside echoed in his ears, and he slowly rubbed his eyes with his small hands, and then listened:

"What sound?"

"I don't know. ”

"I was awakened by the sound as well. ”

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The voices of men and women were mixed, and when the boy heard this, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly jumped out of bed and ran outside...

The dilapidated wooden door was slammed open by the teenager. The light of the fire outside the house also illuminated the young man's face.

A figure of about 1.3 meters, thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a pleated gray robe, long hair scattered behind him casually, thin cheeks, a pair of small eyebrows slightly blackened, slightly raised, a pair of bright eyes, constantly scanning the crowd, as if looking for something?

"Aligo!" suddenly the young man's eyes lit up and he shouted to the crowd.

Although his voice was small, although some people heard it, they didn't care, and still talked with everyone. But a little fat man of fifteen or sixteen years old, after hearing about it, looked at this side.

"Aligo, here!" the boy shouted again at the little fat man, and waved his little hand.

When the little fat man saw it, he ran over quickly, and as he ran, his abdomen was constantly shaking.

"Xiao Xuan!" the little fat man came to the young man's side, gasped slightly, and patted the young man's shoulder and called.

"Brother Ali, what's the matter!" the boy asked, scratching the back of his head with his hand.

"This, I don't know, I was woken up by Daddy's voice. The little fat man said that he didn't know anything about it.

"All right, don't make a fuss, let's go back!" an old voice rang out in the crowd.

After everyone heard this, the discussion slowly disappeared, and the crowd slowly dispersed, and it seemed that they were going to go back to their respective homes.

After the two heard this, they glanced at each other, and even the village chief spoke, so it was estimated that there was nothing wrong. Although they were small, they knew that the village chief was the only person with supernatural powers in the entire village, so everyone had great respect for the village chief, and everyone never questioned his words.

"Ali!" A man's call sounded in the crowd, and the little fat man smiled slightly, and said to the young man: "Xiao Xuan, Daddy called me home, and I will play with you tomorrow!"

"Yes, okay. The young man said to the little fat man, and watched him run into the crowd, but he had no intention of going back to the house.

"Master Zhang!" a big man, shirtless and holding a torch, came to the young man's side. The boy shouted with a smile.

"Xiao Xuan, you're awake too, it's okay, go back to the house and sleep. The big man said angrily, then turned around and entered a door close to the young man.

Master Zhang is a blacksmith who smelts iron for the people of the village on weekdays to make iron tools for daily needs. And he was out one winter, passing through a valley, and a faint cry of a baby caught his attention.

He followed the sound, a little baby boy wrapped in withered grass, his little face was purple from the cold, and a pair of small hands danced weakly around his little face.

When Master Zhang saw that there was no one around, he hated and felt pity in his heart, so he took the little boy back to the village, and the village chief took action to save his life.

In the village, there are not many literate people, only the village chief, once a new life comes, the village chief asks his relatives for his opinion, and chooses a name for the new life.

"Leng Wenxuan!" the village chief thought for a long time, and then chose a name for the little boy.

"Leng Wenxuan!" this is the name of the young man in front of him.

Although Master Zhang rescued Leng Wenxuan and raised him, he did not deserve it as his father, and he always asked Leng Wenxuan to call him Master Zhang.

Other people in the village also mentioned this matter to Master Zhang, and Master Zhang smiled and said, "The title of Master Zhang is kind!"

So since Leng Wenxuan was sensible, he has always been called Master Zhang, and he followed the village chief to read and write on weekdays, and three years ago, he began to learn to blacksmith with Master Zhang, and now he is a well-known little blacksmith in the village.

So Leng Wenxuan has another name in the village, the little blacksmith.

Leng Wenxuan returned to the house, and fell asleep after a while, although he no longer followed the village chief to read and write, but he still had to follow Master Zhang to learn to strike iron every day, so he slept early every day.

The next day, it was cloudless and sunny. Leng Wenxuan got up early, and after eating the breakfast made by Master Zhang, he came to the blacksmith shop with Master Zhang.

On a square stone dry, in a half-foot circular pit, there are half-pitted blackened lumpy objects, these are not ordinary stones, but an object called hot flint.

Heat is the most common thing, once heated, it will quickly become red and hot, which is the best thing for blacksmiths to make iron.

Under the dry stone, there are four deep holes in the four directions, which are used to add wood, and at this moment, Leng Wenxuan quickly filled the deep holes with wood one by one.

"Xiao Xuan, the key to striking iron!" After Master Zhang lit the wood one by one, he asked casually, in fact, he had to ask once every time he opened the fire.

"The heart has its shape, and the outline makes it!" Leng Wenxuan replied quickly, he didn't know how many times he had said this sentence.

"Well, today for your Uncle Wang, refine a shovel. Master Zhang nodded with satisfaction, and then said.

"Shovel" After Leng Wenxuan heard this, he had the appearance of a shovel in his heart, and the outline required for striking iron was also presented in his heart.

Then he quickly took out a square piece of iron one finger wide, and Master Zhang smiled and nodded when he saw this.

The two of them spoke, and the hot flint in the pit had already turned red, and a scorching breath rippled in the blacksmith's shop.

Leng Wenxuan put the iron in the pit, then took a finger-thick iron bar, tossed the hot flint in the pit, and buried the iron.

The next thing to do is to wait, it usually takes two hours, the iron is completely red, and the conditions for opening the hammer are met.

"Master Zhang, I'll go pick up some wood and come back!" Leng Wenxuan saw that he had nothing to do at this time, so he just called Brother Shangli out to play and came back picking up some wood.

"Well, go ahead, don't be too playful, it's over the meal. Master Zhang smiled slightly, and instructed, after all, the young man is greedy for fun, and he is not a one-time party for striking iron.

After getting Master Zhang's consent, Leng Wenxuan quickly ran out and trotted towards the east.

"Uncle Li is early!"

"Aunt Wang is early!"

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When Leng Wenxuan saw the elders, he said hello. Everyone smiled and nodded in response:

"The little blacksmith is so polite!"

"The little blacksmith is so good!"

"Literate kids are different!"

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"Brother Li, Brother Li!" Leng Wenxuan shouted loudly when he came to a house.

"Xiao Xuan, you came so early!" After a while, the little fat man ran out and said with a smile.

"You have work to do today!" Leng Wenxuan said with a smile.

"I know, pick up wood?"

"How do you know?"

"Every time you say you have work to do, it's the same thing!"

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As the two departed, the voices grew inaudible. To the east of the village, a hundred meters away, is a valley.

At this time, it was early summer, the trees in the valley were luxuriant, there were many dry branches on the ground, and two smaller figures ran quickly towards the valley.

"Hurry up, Brother Ali!" Leng Wenxuan ran ahead, shouting loudly with his back to the little fat man.

"Xiao Xuan, you wait for me!" The little fat man kept moving his fat calves, his protruding belly was still shaking, panting, and beads of sweat had slipped down his forehead.

"Wait until I catch you!" said the little fat man, pretending to be cruel, but the immature voice, slightly urgent, showed the most memorable words of his childhood playmate.

"Come on, come on!" Leng Wenxuan stopped, waved his little hand, and then turned around and ran again.

The two of you chased after me, and in a blink of an eye they came to the valley. The little fat man picked up a wooden stick casually and hit Leng Wenxuan.

"Didn't hit, look at me!" Leng Wenxuan jumped to the side, and then also picked up the wooden bar to fight back.

The two of them played in the valley for a while, and they were both a little tired, and then they rested together.

"Xiao Xuan, you said you wanted to help me refine something!" the little fat man asked as he looked at his companion.

"Well, I've been learning to strike iron with Master Zhang for three years, and I'm planning to refine an item. Leng Wenxuan wanted to measure his current iron-striking proficiency, and he just gave it to Brother Li.

"Then when are you going to start!" the little fat man asked, his eyes lit up when he heard this.

"This tomorrow, so you have to help me pick up more wood!" Leng Wenxuan planned to go back and talk to Master Zhang, and the change of hands would start tomorrow.

"No problem! Let's pick up the wood. "The little fat man looked unusually positive.

So the two of them began to go around and gather dry wood from the ground. Leng Wenxuan lowered his head to pick it up, and picked it up when he saw the dry wood, and suddenly a branch with green leaves in front of him caught his attention.

He looked up, but saw that the broken part of the tree was flat and smooth, which made him curious, and he put down the dry wood and pulled the branches on the ground with both hands.

But when he saw a rusty iron fan in front of him, he picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Nine and a half arms look like pieces of iron, becoming the skeleton of this iron fan, a kind of cloth-like thing of unknown material, connecting the nine pieces of iron together, soft to the hand, what seems to be painted on it?

Xu is a long time, the picture has long been blurred, Leng Wenxuan tried a few times, waved a few times, a breeze hit, suddenly refreshed, thinking that when Master Zhang was striking iron, he was covered in sweat, I can fan him, it will be much better.

"Xiao Xuan, it's almost, let's go back!" the little fat man's call in the distance woke him up.

"Oh, okay. Leng Wenxuan replied, then used dry grass to roll up the dry wood, knotted it, and inserted the iron fan into it, carried the dry wood behind him, and after meeting with the little fat man, the two walked out of the valley together and headed towards the village.