There are four ancient streets in Changzhou, and Liu Xu comes from the West Gate and enters Xicheng Street.

Xicheng Street is wide, and both roads are smoke and rain buildings.

Liu Xu led the horse and walked to observe the ancient buildings on both sides.

The ancient building is very beautiful, although the color is monotonous, but there is a sense of meaning.

If it was the height of summer, it would be even better.

Because the mud tiles, wooden houses, and bluestone streets are most suitable in the rain.

And the summer in Choshu is the rainiest.

Therefore, this building is called the smoke and rain building.

But in winter, it's a different scene.

Liu Xu strolled into the city, it was the morning market season, there were many people in the ancient street, and it was extremely lively.

Small traders and vegetable vendors are worried about catties and pounds; children with drooping hairs hold windmills and have to buy rock sugar gourds; rice shops and grain shops even sell pastries; and there is an endless stream of people in front of the snack shops, oil shops, and cloth merchants.

There are women who bargain for rouge gouache, and there are men who pick suitable jade bracelets and silver rings.

The old man was not kind and walked by with a basket of eggs. The children were a little playful and ran around in groups of four or five.

This scene is the same as written in the book.

But today, here, Liu Xu saw it for the first time.

Suddenly, there will be quarrels, and there will be business to look at each other and smile.

Liu Xu had no intention of walking by, just watching.

The life of ordinary people seems to be discordant, but it is regular.

People, as long as they adapt, can live anywhere.

Liu Xu smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked for an inn.

"Guest officer, are you going to be a tip or staying in a hotel?" a small servant came over to greet him.

"Open a first-class room and prepare some food and drinks. Liu Xu commanded.

"Okay, wait, officer, I'll put it in order for you. The little guy smiled.

After a while, the wine and food were presented.

Liu Xu drank two sips of spirits, ate some food, and gradually warmed up.

In fact, with his current strength, he shouldn't be cold.

But as soon as he came out of Anyang, he gathered all his true qi.

To experience universal life, hunger and cold are indispensable.

When the meal was full, Liu Xu put down his burden and walked out of the inn.

He walked along West Street City, all the way to the east.

In the most prosperous area of Xijie City, there is a torii.

The archway is very large, standing in the smoke and rain of buildings, it is a little abrupt.

Behind the torii is a larger building.

The building is very wide and very good.

People come in and out, and there is no severance.

Liu Xu raised his head and saw the word pear orchard.

Pear orchards are famous everywhere, but they are also generally the most mixed.

Liu Xu didn't hesitate and stepped in.

As soon as you enter it, you will realize that it looks like a building on the outside, but in fact, there are many small buildings connected to each other.

Liu Xu entered a building, because it was very lively.

When I looked closer, there was an old man on the stage, as if he was telling a story.

The old man is not old, he looks like he is forty or fifty years old, and he has a square face.

It is said that there was an uprising in the last years of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

There are mostly children below, listening carefully and looking serious.

But the storyteller, every time he said a paragraph, he would stop and take a sip of tea.

At this time, someone will fan down and collect some reward.

They don't blame the children for not having money, but if they don't reward them after three or two paragraphs, someone will come to bang them.

If you can throw a few copper plates after three or two paragraphs, you will have a chance to listen to the story.

Liu Xu listened to a paragraph, then turned to leave.

This kind of storytelling, in the hierarchy, subordinates, etc.

Generally, only children from poor families have a martial arts dream, so they come here every day to rub two paragraphs.

But it's a lot of rubbing, scattered and scattered, and I can piece together a story in my heart.

As for medium-level storytelling, it's different.

For example, at the next moment, Liu Xu walked inside and entered a small building.

The building is not big, with dozens of seats, but it is actually a teahouse.

There are many of them, mostly middle-aged men who have no work to do in winter.

There was a middle-aged man on the stage, also in his forties and fifties. A folding fan in his hand, and a pot of hot tea with green smoke on the table.

When speaking, the words are eloquent, and there are pauses when they speak, and the plots are overlapping.

At the end of the paragraph, there was applause.

Good!

Someone charged the uncle, clapped his hands, and threw two pieces of broken silver.

There is no need to reward for listening to books here.

Because the storyteller was hired by the shopkeeper of the tea shop, they made money by selling tea.

Therefore, in front of Liu Xu, a new cup of tea was also added.

But this kind of storytelling can only be regarded as a middle level.

At the highest level, which gentleman said it well, he was invited to the mansion compound to say.

Liu Xu added a cup of tea, listened to another paragraph, and then left.

I saw a building in front of it, which was taller and wider, and it was very lively.

He was curious and walked inside.

It was a place of singing.

As soon as you enter it, you will see a full seat of friends, both men and women.

The drama on stage, singing very well, is the bridge section of the marriage of the queen Biyun of the Tang Dynasty.

Just which trill, which step, and which finger action of Hua Dan is cleverly done, there are people in the audience who can appreciate it.

So from time to time, there is a reward for throwing money on the stage.

The clapping and shouting are even more endless.

Liu Xu listened for a while, and then left.

Because he entered the pear orchard today, he still had something to do.

Continuing to walk deeper, Liu Xu saw many scenes of amusement that had never been seen in books.

For example, ventriloquism, shadow puppetry, and even juggling with fire.

He took them one by one, and before he knew it, it took a lot of time.

It wasn't until late evening that he entered a tea-room.

The tea room is a bit remote, there are not many people, but the tea is ridiculously expensive.

Liu Xu spent twenty taels of silver to buy a new pot of tea and an old one.

He sat in his old seat and waited for new tea.

A moment later, a little two came over with a shallow wooden coil.

There is a purple clay pot on the plate.

But strangely, there was a blank piece of paper pressed under the pot.

Liu Xu took the white paper, took the old position, and Shi Ran wrote down five words.

It is a proud sword to the world.

The little guy departed with a wooden plate and white paper.

Liu Xu drank tea by himself.

On the side, there are people from the rivers and lakes, who seem to be chatting about some trivial things.

Liu Xu listened to his ears.

"Have you ever heard that the Dongzhejiang Salt Gang has recently produced a new helmsman?" said a man in green clothes.

"Oh, new helmsman?" the other wondered, apparently unconvinced.

"Guess who?"

"Who is it?" a person at the table on the right asked curiously.

"The Red Sleeve Girl. ”

"Can't she, right? Although she is very talented, she is still in her prime. Immediately, some people expressed doubts.

"This red-sleeved girl can't be the one from Guangling Yancheng, right?"

"Apart from her, is there anyone else in the world who dares to call a red-sleeved woman?" the man in Tsing Yi asked rhetorically.

"It is true, and I hear it. And I heard that this red-sleeved woman entered the realm of the martial king after becoming the helmsman. I really don't know if it's true or not?" Hearing this, a person on the left side of Liu Xu walked over.

"Sixteen-year-old Martial King?" the others also exclaimed.

“......”

“......”

Liu Xu sipped the tea slowly, and continued to listen to the messages from all over the rivers and lakes.

From time to time, another voice came up, "I heard that the imperial court has been recruiting military generals recently, I don't know if it is reliable?"

"It seems that there are conscriptions everywhere. Someone responded.

"Is it possible that Brother Yue also wants to seek an official position in Anyang?" the other person asked, but his smile was a little strange.

"Oh, Brother Liu, I don't know what else is said in this?" Hearing this tone, the man surnamed Yue asked.

That's a big deal. ”

Hey?...

Everyone else pricked up to listen.

"Do you know whose officials this recruited military commander is?" asked the man surnamed Liu.

"Could it be that you are not an official of the imperial court?"

"There are many officials in the imperial court, but they still have to divide people. If you succeed in answering the call, you will be the official of the Ming Emperor and the right minister. It's good that the situation is strong now, but if it is weak after the new revolution, you are facing the governor and the left minister. The person surnamed Liu analyzed.

Many people nodded, only to feel that it was very reasonable.

“......”

“......”

The information was a bit chaotic, and it was available from all walks of life, and Liu Xu was very interesting to listen to.

After a while, a small servant came over to serve hot tea.

Liu Xu took a piece of paper in his hand.

Unfold the seven characters of Zhengjian, not dead, seriously injured, out of Anyang.

"When the tea is cold, change to a new pot of tea. Liu Xu put away the note and ordered.

The little servant held a wooden plate in his hand and brought a pot of new tea.

The tea is hot tea, and it is still twenty taels of silver.

Liu Xu took the seat and wrote on the new paper, "Find a secret place and reforge the ancient sword, regardless of the price." ”

The little guy left, and Liu Xu began to drink tea.

He has excellent ears.

If you will, everyone can hear what they say.

So I stayed a little longer.

In the middle of the night, he returned to the inn and stayed in peace.

In his hand he was holding a note indicating the place where the sword was cast.

Following.

At dawn, after breathing and exhaling, I had some breakfast.

Liu Xu walked out of Xijie City and walked towards Dongcheng.

He was not on horseback, carried a sword case on his back, and was dressed in black.

In about an hour, he reached his destination.

Outside the city of Dongcheng, an old village.

The village is called Yuhuo Village, and Liu Xu doesn't know the way.

Asked an old man, "How is Master Qiu's house going?"

The old man glanced at Liu Xu, not surprised, and pointed to the east.

Liu Xu walked another hundred steps, turned an exit, and saw a small craftsman's shop.

The shop is simple, with half a door open, and you can see the fire and cast iron utensils inside.

Liu Xu stepped in and saw a short and fat man.

The man is middle-aged, and his appearance is not good.

Liu Xu clenched his fists, "The master is surnamed Qiu?"

"Sword or sword?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I neither sharpen my sword nor fight my sword. ”

Oh?...

The short and fat man was visibly stunned.

"I want to reforge a thing, I don't know if I can do it?" asked Liu Xu.

"Present or antiquity?"

"Antiquities!"

"Ancient sword?" the middle-aged man asked.

Liu Xu nodded.

"I haven't forged an ancient sword for three years, and they all say it's too expensive. The man turned.

"Price is not a problem. Liu Xu replied.

"One more thing, I can't guarantee success. The man looked at Liu Xu.

"If you come to reforge, you know it. Liu Xu smiled.

The ancient sword was reforged, and the result was uncertain.

Whether it will be abolished or more powerful, no one dares to guarantee.

The craftsman is a big factor, and it also depends on the time.

Bad luck, even if the master casts, there is still a possibility of being scrapped.

So under normal circumstances, no one will reforge the ancient sword.

Because it's not worth it.

"Untie the sword. The man said.

Liu Xu opened the sword box on his back, uncovered the yellow cloth, and a wisp of black hair appeared in view.

Four years ago, in the first quarterly exam, he cut off a strand of her hair and wrapped it in this yellow cloth.

Now four years later, the hair is still fragrant.

Liu Xu put away his hair and threw the sword away.

"Is this the sword?" When the man on the other side saw it, he was immediately shocked.

Apparently he knew the sword.

This sword is very ancient and has a great reputation.

"You're going to reforge it?" the man exclaimed.

Liu Xu nodded.

"This sword is too old, and the price is even more expensive. The man's hand stroked the kendo.

"I wonder if there is anything else to say?" asked Liu Xu.

"This sword is called Murderous Intent, and it is very powerful. If you want to reforge successfully, you need to add a piece of inkgold. ”

"Mojin?" Liu Xu was slightly startled.

Ink gold is obtained by purifying yuan ink stone, and it takes thousands of catties to dig out a grain, which is a rarity, and can be regarded as the best among all metal materials.

"That's just one of them. This sword was born in Bian Yue, and there is Fengyin inside, if you want to reforge the sword base, you must add Xuanmu Essence Gold. The stocky man continued.

"Xuanmu Jingjin?" Liu Xu was startled again.

In the same way, this Xuanmu Essence Gold is even more unobtainable.