"This turtle son, what are you doing, the first place in disgusting people, I will set up a sign at the door in a while, saying that dogs and Wanzi River are not allowed to enter!" Guo Pixiu said angrily.

"Well, great idea!" Wei Yi said with a smile.

Guo Pixiu's words reminded him.

I really can, and I can write on the gate with three points of wood, "Wanzi River is not allowed to enter".

Although using this magic method to curse and kill others will cause karma and retribution on oneself.

But it's okay to get some rules and prohibitions to come out, and it's okay to disgust him.

In fact, Wei Yi also wanted to get rid of this Wanzi River.

But because of killing him, he was infected with karmic retribution for himself, and the gains outweighed the losses.

A person like Wan Zihe will kill himself if he commits many injustices, and sooner or later someone will take his life.

"Eh, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, this sentence is good, if you have the opportunity in the future, you will write such words on the objects he carries, this should not be a curse, nor is it against the way of heaven, but conform to the way of heaven, well, not bad!" Wei Yixin said, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

"Tianlu, I'll leave it to you, let's go back first!" Wei Yi said.

Immediately left the brewery with Meng Shuilian.

Back at home, Wei Yi began to forge a five-jeweled sword for himself.

During this period, he also continued to teach stone and iron from the side.

In fact, during this period of time, the iron-striking skills of Na Hu Lin and Sun Fu have also made great progress under the guidance of Wei Yi.

It's just that in some heat treatment technologies, Wei Yi has reservations.

After all, they are outsiders after all.

……

On the shore of the West Lake in Qingzhou City, in an elegant manor.

This is a lakeside courtyard in the Jing'an Palace.

Today, Zhao Jinsi is the east, and a literati gathering is held here.

Drink tea and enjoy the scenery with the young literati and artists in the city, recite poems, and appreciate calligraphy and painting.

On the theme of the autumn scenery of West Lake, everyone wrote poems and exchanged ideas together.

However, listening to the poems created by everyone, Zhao Jinsi remembered the poem that drunk and didn't know that the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of dreams and pressed the galaxy.

Although I don't know which lake the cave in the poem is.

But it must be similar to the scenery of West Lake in front of you.

The autumn wind caused the lake to ripple and wrinkle, and the trees in the distance were also bleak.

It's like a person who ages with wrinkles on his face and withered hair.

However, in such a bleak and lonely environment, he can write such a beautiful artistic conception as a boat full of dreams and pressing the galaxy.

It can be seen that the author is an optimistic and romantic person, and loves life.

Even in the mood of autumn sorrow and worry, you can still find the romance and tenderness in life.

Compared to that poem, the poems written by everyone present seem to be overshadowed.

"The notice of lost and found has been posted for a long time, but no one has claimed it, and I don't know if the owner of the purse is a visitor in this city, I am afraid that he has left this place." Zhao Jinsi thought in his heart.

She really wanted to find the owner of the purse and the creator of the poem.

It's a pity that so much time has passed, but there has been no news.

I don't know if I'll ever find this person again.

Thinking like this, Zhao Jinsi couldn't help but feel a little distracted and a little lost.

Even the people next to her called for her, but they didn't hear it.

It wasn't until the personal maid patted her gently that she suddenly woke up and came back to her senses.

"What's wrong?"

"County Lord, Xiao Sheng heard that the county lord sang a water tune song in the mansion before, it is very good, there is a rhyme of the immortal man, and the artistic conception of the otherworldly, which makes me curious, I don't know if I am waiting today, can I be lucky enough to listen to the county lord sing again?" An elegant scholar smiled decently and said with his hands folded.

The other young ladies next to him also looked at Zhao Jinsi with anticipation.

As for when the bright moon happened, it caused a lot of heated discussions in the palace, and later it was also spread from the Jing'an palace.

Some even hum a few words.

But they don't know the full lyrics.

Therefore, these literati and writers here are very curious about this poem and want to hear the full version.

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Zhao Jinsi smiled and hesitated slightly.

Deep down, she wanted to share that amazing work with everyone.

But I feel that it is really impolite for me to make other people's works public without the author's permission.

However, the song "When Will the Bright Moon Be There", I couldn't hold back for a while and sang it.

Now it's hard to recover.

I'm afraid that I will have to wait until I see the author in the future, and then apologize to him in person and ask for his forgiveness.

And Zhao Jinsi felt that if the author was really still in the city, he would let the poem circulate.

Maybe one day it will reach the ears of the author.

Then he may take the initiative to appear.

So Zhao Jinsi pondered for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, but I have to clarify that this song was not created by me, I just got this song by chance, and I felt it, so I composed music for it and sang it."

The author of this poem is probably some reclusive literary master, and it is a pity that I have not yet found him, but if you are lucky enough to know who the author of this poem is, you will definitely tell me! ”

Hearing Zhao Jinsi's words, everyone's eyes showed curiosity.

I couldn't help but look at each other and whisper a few words.

I am even more curious about what kind of poem this is, and how it was obtained by the county lord.

It feels like the story behind this seems even more fascinating.

Zhao Jinsi raised his hand to signal, and the maid immediately helped him move the guqin.

She sat upright, stroked the piano with her jade fingers, brewed her emotions, and then played gently.

The moving melody reverberates.

Let everyone present immediately calm down and listen quietly.

……

In the courtyard of the Wei family.

After Wei Yi finished firing, he began his iron-striking technique.

Bell Bell Bell ......

The sound of thrashing like a raging storm suddenly resounded.

The hammer in his hand rose and fell repeatedly at an alarming speed, pounding the iron frantically.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to have an afterimage.

The hammer seemed to have lost its weight in his hand, but the sound of striking on the iron was so strong and heavy.

Even louder than the last.

Such a scene directly stunned Hu Lin, Sun Fu, and the three people next to him.

The nurses who were originally chatting in the corner also gathered and looked at Wei Yi with shocked faces.

Even Wei Qing and Wei Xue came out of the room curiously.

Seeing that it was Wei Yi striking iron, he was also surprised.

"Oh my God, what kind of terrifying explosive power is this?"

"Can you still strike iron like this?"

"The owner won't have become a martial artist, right?"

"Yes, I feel like if this hammer hits us, even we can't parry!"

"Iron striking can practice this kind of realm, the owner is really a god!"

"Could this be the legendary technique of the Dao?" The nurses were talking with shocked faces.

After an outburst, Wei Yi stopped his movements, panting like a cow.

Once you have done this, you need to stop and recover your strength.

I also took this opportunity to mix the iron that had just been mixed with other ore powders and finished kneading.

Put it in the furnace fire again and heat it.

At this moment, Wei Yi suddenly saw many golden points of light appear in front of him again.

have integrated into their own sea of knowledge.

On the big tree where the breath of ink and brush gathered, an extra golden leaf appeared again.

"Again, what is this golden point of light?" Wei Yi was curious.

……