Wen Zixiao was overjoyed when he heard Yazhi say that he wanted to give it to himself. After Yazhi explained everything, he suddenly stopped the skillful Liu, and took out a piece of paper from his arms for the fourth time: "Shopkeeper Liu still has one." ”

Wen Zixiao saw it in his eyes, he didn't know how many pieces of paper were in the arms of the person in front of him.

"It's just an ordinary pair of hairpins, just follow the request last time. Yazhi handed it over to him, Shopkeeper Liu looked at it, as if he had found a bosom friend, he let Yazhi see all the drawings he designed, and took out Danqing for him to modify, Yazhi originally modestly rejected him, Wen Zixiao was interested in him, so he persuaded him. Seeing that the two of them persuaded themselves repeatedly, Yazhi had no choice but to draw a pen for the skillful Liu, but he didn't expect the skillful Liu to smile after seeing it, and exempted Yazhi from the money for these three sets of hair accessories, which surprised Wen Zixiao.

Seeing that it was not early, Yazhi wanted to go back before the night market opened, so he quickened his pace. Wen Zixiao saw that he knew handicrafts, and wanted to invite him to the night market, where there were many interesting things. He didn't think that Yazhi rejected him, which made him feel a little strange, but he didn't take it to heart and followed Yazhi all the way. At this time, Yazhi passed by the Beijing Fan Iron Shop, turned to Wen Zixiao and said: "If you want to walk the rivers and lakes, you need a weapon to protect yourself, and your scimitar has been broken and needs a new one." ”

Wen Zixiao was pulled into the iron shop by him and sat in the store. Wen Zixiao took a look, there were no weapons, they were all farm tools. He wondered if he was in the wrong place, but Yazhi didn't know what to say to the guy, and the guy led them into the house. Wen Zixiao didn't expect that there was a house in this store, which was full of many weapons. Wen Zixiao tried all the weapons, and finally chose the scimitar, but none of them suited him. Ya Zhi on the side saw it in his eyes, asked the guy to bring pen and paper, and drew a scimitar of the same size on the paper, he just sketched an outer outline, and gave it to the buddy. As soon as the man saw a treasure, he immediately gave it to the old blacksmith. When the old blacksmith saw this, he hurriedly gave it to Wang Qiong, the most famous blacksmith in the shop, who used to be a swordsmith. He was quenching, and when he saw this drawing, he was stunned, and he came out of the backyard without bothering to wipe his sweat.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely and followed by a group of people, Ya Zhi said to him gently: "Can this knife shape be made?" Wang Qiong was quite excited when she saw Ya Zhi, and stepped forward and said: "You can do it, you are Ye ......."

Yazhi looked at this thirty-year-old man, and also muttered the name, and immediately interrupted him: "Ye Xiaotian?"

"Yes, yes, he's the swordsmith I admire. You look similar to him, and I once had a relationship with him. ”

"Master Wang, you have recognized the wrong person, in Xia Yazhi. ”

"Are you the master of Kaifeng Mansion who solved the case? This son is the son of Wen?" Wang Qiong said, her eyes lit up.

"Exactly. Seeing that he was so excited, Ya Zhi smiled: "Wen Gongzi next to me needs to buy two scimitars, you see how the knife I draw." ”

"This knife absorbs the advantages of the Persian scimitar and the Central Plains Han knife, and the shape is very perfectly proportioned and the angle is accurate. Wang Qiong looked at his painting and said.

"yes, can you be that precise?" asked him again.

Wen Zixiao looked at the outline of the knife in the painting, and didn't understand the meaning at all, these two people were simply talking to immortals.

"Yes. ”

"Then I'm done. Yazhi heard that he could do it, and took the pen again to finish the painting. It wasn't until Yazhi finished the design of the knife that Wen Zixiao understood what they were talking about.

Yazhi raised his head and asked Wen Zixiao: "Let's take a name." ”

Wen Zixiao thought for a while, and said to Yazhi: "I read relatively few books, so you should choose the name." ”

Yazhi looked at the scimitar in the painting, and muttered: "I hope that after you, you can ride the long wind and break the waves for thousands of miles." Then write the words "ride the wind and waves" on the paper.

Wen Zixiao said excitedly: "This name is really good. ”

"When can I get it?" Yazhi handed the drawings to Wang Qiong.

Wang Qiong took the drawings and immediately instructed the apprentices, and said to Yazhi: "Start work now, about two hours." It can be done tonight, can Childe be in a hurry. ”

"Hurry, can I wait here?"

"Yes, it's just a bit boring. Childe can also go to the night market. Now is the time to begin. Wang Qiong gave Yazhi advice.

"It's okay, is there a dark iron in the store?" Ya Zhi thought in his heart, this is not just to make weapons for Wen Zixiao.

"Yes, it's just that there's not much left, Childe, please see. Wang Qiong tossed in the room and held a piece of dark iron. Ya Zhi saw this black iron the size of Wang Qiong's three palms, and estimated that this material was enough, and said to him: "Can you lend me the iron furnace?" ”

"It's rare for someone to understand this, so please use it. ”

Yazhi turned to Wen Zixiao: "You go back first, I still have something to do." ”

"It's okay, I'm waiting here. Wen Zixiao saw that Yazhi was going to show off his skills, how could he miss it, and immediately said to him: "I can still help you." ”

Seeing that he wanted to stay, Yazhi didn't forcibly drive him away, and asked for a new piece of paper, he saw Yazhi take out a handful of bamboo pieces from his arms, put them on the paper to spell out the shape of a fan, and couldn't help but sigh how many things Yazhi had in his arms.

Different from the cultural fan that Li Yazhi usually plays, this fan bone and fan surface are integrated, it is a kung fu umbrella, the opening and closing angle is 180 degrees, and this bamboo piece is a sample of this fan. The style was determined, first of all, the mold was opened, and Yazhi borrowed wax, "There is an ancient lost wax method to cast bronzes, and I just try." Yazhi said to him.

Wen Zixiao had never been exposed to these on weekdays, and he felt very novel, and he couldn't help but think that wax could also do this?

The sky was getting darker, and Wang Qiong and a few apprentices were doing it in full swing. And Ya Zhi didn't say a word, his speed was obviously much slower than Wang Qiong. Wen Zixiao didn't bother him when he saw Yazhi so attentive, he didn't expect him to have such a wide range of hobbies, and he seemed to understand everyone very well. From weapons to female celebrities, she also knows how to practice medicine and can solve cases, Yazhi is a magical person who makes people dig in. It was probably his talent that fascinated Wen Zixiao so much.

A quarter moon had been hanging in the air for a long time, and there was no longer any noise in the night market, at this time Yazhi stood up, he held a fan in his hand and wiped the sweat on his face. He and Wen Zixiao looked at each other, and suddenly his hand holding the fan flicked, and the dark iron fan instantly unfolded, and the whole was made of eighteen fan bones, replacing the paper fan surface. And the top of each fan bone has the shape of a moon, connected is the moon from the first quarter of the moon to the full moon and then to the second quarter of the moon, he will be a month of the moon profit and loss into the fan, there is a trace of Zen, the outermost fan bone is engraved with "six strings", in the moonlight with a faint rainbow light.

Ya Zhi twitched the fan shaft with one finger and threw it at Wen Zixiao, and suddenly the originally unified Xuantie fan spread out in an instant, and under the urging of Ya Zhi's internal strength, it was like eighteen knives attacking him.

At this time, Wang Qiong on the side shouted to Wen Zixiao: "Wen Gongzi take it!" and threw out the scimitar, Wen Zixiao saw the knife, quickly took it and turned around and swung the knife, quickly dodging Yazhi's attack. Seeing that his skills had changed faster than before, Yazhi immediately withdrew the internal force in his hand, and the eighteen fan bones immediately returned to Yazhi's hands, recombined into a fan, and said with a smile: "How?"

Wen Zixiao held the scimitar in both hands, and practiced the knife technique he had learned before in the courtyard alone, and suddenly he felt much easier than before, and his hand felt very good, and he was very happy in his heart. He stopped and looked at the scimitar in his hand, which was derived from the Persian scimitar and incorporated Han elements, with a graceful and light knife shape, more delicate than the original scimitar, and the knife body was engraved with "riding the wind" and "breaking the waves". This is a weapon of his own, and Wen Zixiao cherishes it.