Chang Xi didn't know that his inadvertent removal of Mu Fan would make the City Lord's Mansion and even the Divine Refining Sect behind him guess and have a headache. If he was present, he would have been amazed by Senior Brother Pan's unusually accurate insight, and he was able to infer the incident from eight or nine with only a few clues, which should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, the soul rest array arranged in the backyard of the Lin Mansion has been successfully lifted by Chang Xi, and Lin Wei, who deceived the ancestors and destroyed the ancestors, was also taken down overnight and sent to the City Lord's Mansion according to the law. The elders of the Lin family, who seemed to be reincarnated, were grateful to Chang Xi, and their enthusiasm was so enthusiastic that Chang Xi felt outrageous, so they simply went out after greeting Xin Tong early in the morning

The sun is on the pole, and the city is bustling, which is the morning time of Qingyang City.

Chang Xi changed into a moon-white scholarly robe at this time, and blended into the crowd of people side by side.

Qingyang City is not as lively as Huizhou City, but it is just as lively. The shops on both sides of the wide road are opening their doors early to welcome the new day. The salty aroma of the soy milk fritters shop, the sweetness of the sugar gourds strung high, the steaming aroma of steamed buns, and the slightly fishy soil of the emerald green leaves in the vegetable basket are like rusty old keys that open the memories sealed at the bottom of the box.

In the spring of that year, he and his father and mother walked through the streets together, holding hands and carefree, hoping to stay a little longer in the dazzling bazaar.

That winter, he rushed into the city to avoid the robbers who were chasing him, and huddled in a deserted alley, shivering, hoping that the sun would rise sooner tomorrow.

And now three years have passed, and he is no longer what it used to be. But the more time passes, the more I miss it in my heart.

"Yo, this little brother looks at his face. The owner of the roadside pancake stall looked at a handsome scholar in front of the stall in a daze, and he had already wrapped a piece of fragrant pancake in oiled paper and handed it over. "Our pancakes are a must in Qingyang City, come to fill your stomach, and you will be energetic in reading all day!"

Chang Xi heard the sound and came back to his senses from his distant thoughts, only to feel that he was inexplicably closer to the world in front of him. He took out a few pennies from his money bag, took the pancake from the boss's hand, and smiled like a child.

"Okay. ”

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At the end of the street is a very popular weapons shop. Many tower-like men with bare and shiny upper bodies will dance with two iron hammers, one large and one small. The roar of the wind entering the furnace and the sparks from the fierce forging are intertwined, converging into a hot morning scene.

It is true that the old saying that the man who strikes iron must be the man who strikes iron.

Chang Xi remembered that the iron willow bow that he had carried with him for three years had been broken in the trial of Kuixing Pavilion, so he involuntarily entered the shop.

The weapons shown in the shop are all home-made, and the quality is of the highest quality. It's a pity that with the moon rainbow and the heavenly wilderness, these mortal soldiers and martial arts naturally can't get into Chang Xi's eyes. After looking around, he didn't find anything usable, and just as Chang Xi was about to leave, his eyes inadvertently saw that on the high wall behind the workers' iron furnace, there was actually a longbow with a strange shape.

The long bow has an elegant arc, dark green throughout, and a unique jade piece with a hard texture inlaid at the bow waist, which is unforgettable at just one glance.

Chang Xi, who has been making bows since childhood, was attracted by this longbow, and walked around the counter into the field where the workers were striking iron. Chang Xi's appearance as a scholar in a moon-white robe was incompatible with the strong men of the iron tower who were working hard to make iron, and attracted the attention of countless people for a while.

"Can you give this bow to you for the next look?"

Chang Xi stood still under the high wall, although this height was within his fingers, but looking at the position of the longbow obviously did not look like a saleable thing, it was rude to take it down without the permission of the store.

The hammer man who has been under the high wall all his life did not raise his head and said: "Where did the poor sour scholar come from, where did he go back, don't bother Lao Tzu to strike iron." After saying that, the hammer in his hand fell with a bang. The red-colored iron on the forging table was shocked and sent out countless sparks, and the thumping sound exploded in the ears, causing the surrounding onlookers to cover their ears.

The hammer man said in his heart, this poor sour scholar must have been scared to the core. When he looked up, he found that the young man who looked like a scholar was standing still and not moving, looking at him with a smile.

"Oh, why are you so tough? That bow is the treasure of our store, and it is not sold. Seeing that he couldn't frighten people, the big man raised his thick eyebrows and began to drive people away, but no matter how he pushed him, Chang Xi's feet didn't move as if they were taking root.

After pushing for a long time, the people didn't move, and the hammer man said helplessly: "That's it, if you kid can touch my blacksmith hammer, let's help you take off this bow and show you, how about it?"

"A word?" the smile on Chang Xi's face became brighter and brighter.

"Of course, I'll spit a nail in one mouthful!" the old cow patted his chest and swore a promise.

"Then you'll have to see. ”

Under the gaze of everyone, Chang Xi stretched out his white hand to grasp the blacksmith's hammer that was nearly 100 catties. Just casually mentioned, the blacksmith's hammer suddenly seemed as light as a paper fan, and various tricks flew out in Chang Xi's palm. Then, under the corner of the old cow's frantic eyes, Chang Xi picked up the blacksmith's hammer in a shocking and violent attitude and began to forge the piece of fine iron that had not been removed from impurities.

The hundred-pound hammer has long been unable to see the trajectory in the sparks, and the sound of a hammer has just risen and the next hammer has fallen, but in just a few breaths, Chang Xi has swung out a hundred hammers, and the hammer sound has not stopped, such as a very long bell ringing in the ear. The busy workers and guys in the shop were stunned by the scene in front of them, and they put down their work one after another.

"Oh mom, little brother, stop it, I'm convinced, I'm really convinced! Don't break our hammer!"

If a monk passes by here, he will definitely be able to see that Chang Xi has entered a state of epiphany at this time. Chang Xi only felt that the hammer in his hand that kept striking seemed to have turned into a sharp sword in his perception and kept stabbing out, and the mellow sword move in his memory was actually a step further!

"Ding!"

With a strange sound from Jingtie, Chang Xi withdrew from his state of epiphany. Seeing that the piece of red iron under the hammer that was originally the size of a skull was only the size of a palm, Chang Xi picked up the iron and put it into the sink. With a "stab" sound, a white smoke suddenly floated up, completing the final quenching.

An old man in the shop walked to Chang Xi's side, and the iron-striking men around Chang Xi got out of the way. The old man scooped up the iron clamp and picked up the quenched piece of fine iron and put it in front of him to look closely, but with this glance, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"The texture is dense, the structure is uniform, and the method of stacking forging is also just right, which is a piece of excellent quality steel. As he spoke, the old man saw Chang Xi put down the hammer, but the white palm of a baby could not see the slightest trace left by the hammer or bow for many years, and he couldn't help frowning.

Chang Xi seemed to know what the old man was thinking, but he had no choice but to smile bitterly. In the Kuroshio trial on the third layer of the Kuixing Pavilion, his whole body was able to break out of the cocoon and be reborn, and the calluses on his hands that had been born from the perennial practice of the bow in the past had long been missing.

The old man looked Chang Xi up and down through his body, but he couldn't figure out what kind of huge power was hidden in this not strong body, so he had to shake his head and glared at the big bull who shrugged his head and said: "Some people's spit is as hard as nails, the old man can't afford to lose this person, go and take down the bow for this son." ”

Da Niu touched his bald head, looked at the longbow hanging on the wall, and looked embarrassed. is so tall, isn't it just bullying him to be as bulky as a cow?

"It's okay, I'll just come. ”

Chang Xi jumped lightly and effortlessly took off the longbow amid the exclamations of everyone.

The longbow is delicate and cold. The hard and tough jade is carved into a piece shape that clings to the bow waist, which not only decorates the longbow with a very elegant atmosphere, but also makes people's minds clear when held in the hand, making the bow puller more stable.

Chang Xi made no secret of his love for this longbow, and couldn't help asking, "Does this bow have a name?"

The old man's eyes flashed with remembrance, and he muttered.

"This bow is famous, called jade waist. ”