It is really painful to go back and forth between the courtyard and the blacksmith shop every day, and Kunyan Lane, where every inch of land is expensive, is separated from the remote and deserted old alley.

When Yun Zhao first saw the majesty of Chang'an, he could only admire, and when he ran along the extremely pompous north-south road of Chang'an, the pride of coexistence of honor and disgrace dissipated to the point that he was only full of complaints.

If you have to try to explain the hard work of the young man's cultivation, the most intuitive way to say it is the other three people in the courtyard, they haven't seen Yun Zhao for a long time.

It's not that the soft pillows are not used to sleeping, nor that a few people are more laborious in preparing for the first test, but since Qianqin sent away the disaster star to strike iron with the strength of one person, fell asleep at dawn, and woke up at noon, the most delicate way of living in Kyoto has become the standard for several people.

If you see Qianqin honestly practicing calligraphy in the ink pen shop, please don't be too surprised, because he is really too boring, living too erosive and asking for troubles, and it will always be the leisure of the children of luxury.

But Yu Wentai bought a whole carriage of rouge in Deji Fang, and distributed it to the charming and beautiful woman along the street in exchange for a few lip prints on her face, which is worth exploring a thing or two.

However, it is indeed a very frightening and interesting thing for the north and south to sit in the green building all day.

...

Finally, after constantly showing Zhaohua orders to avoid being regarded as a night thief, Yun Zhao got to know all the guards and guards along the street, and a few bowls of old tofu from the old man who lacked front teeth, and soon let the young man get acquainted with many Chang'an night heroes.

However, the young man has a big event hidden deep in his heart, in addition to Chengping Lao Lu sauce roast and Chang'an old tofu all over the world, every morning when he steps into the thick cotton cloth, the basket of pineapple crisp on the table in the shop is like a wild cat scratching the tip of his heart, which is unstoppable.

No matter how Yun Zhao coerced and lured, even if he patted his chest and swore a poisonous oath, he couldn't make Yue Xia loosen his mouth, what kind of girl could make a sweet crisp with a silky mouth, which became a bitter matter that haunted the young man's heart in the past few days.

"Lao Yue, is it your daughter?" Yun Zhao fantasized in another way.

"Lao Yue, it won't be a child daughter-in-law, I'm going to go to prison for doing this this this year!"

"Lao Yue, is that your thing..."

...

The young man covered his forehead, looking sad.

Yue Xia breathed a sigh of relief and continued to refine the blade of the sword with a horn file.

During these days, in addition to Yun Zhao constantly running back and forth, constantly hammering iron in the backyard, and constantly sweating through his clothes, he has learned to hammer shirtless at this time, and he is speculating about this blacksmith shop owner all the time.

The horror of Yue Xia Since the knife came out that day, he has a very terrifying cognition in his mind, this person is fooling.

It's not that teaching yourself to strike iron is foolish, not to mention whether it will help refine the body and rush the pulse, at least in the past few days, whether it is running and jumping or hammering the might, the increase in breath and the blessing of heavy strength, Yun Zhao's heart is like a mirror.

The suspicion here is that Yue Xia said that he practiced orthodoxy with source qi, and Yun Zhao swore by the hair of the Venerable Master, and that day he clamped the unsheathed with his two palms, but he did not feel the so-called source qi vibration at all.

However, in the past few days, whether it is pineapple cake or cultivation realm, Yue Xia has not revealed anything about it, and the young man feels that there are only two possibilities for this matter, one is that this person is terminally ill with a deep face, and the other is that this person is so strong that he can slap himself to death without using the source qi.

Although the boy felt that the second scenario was extremely unreliable, his heart slowly but firmly fell towards the second possibility, which was a very frustrating fact, and Yun Zhao began to doubt his knife.

Whether it is the romance on the list of hundred refinements, or the blacksmith in the backyard, the young man of Chengping, who hopes and believes in the power, finally admits one thing, the head in Chang'an is indeed more difficult to cut than in the grassland.

In the past few days, the young man has been constantly strengthening, Yue Xia sees it in his eyes, and the self-confidence of the young man who is getting weaker and weaker as his physique increases, he also sees it in his eyes.

Finally, after Yun Zhao smashed the thick iron embryo surface with white marks, Yue Xia quietly put down the horn file in his hand.

"You can try... Smash quietly. ”

Looking at the raised eyebrows on his green face, the blacksmith looked a little displeased and turned his face away.

"Loud doesn't mean powerful, quiet is more real. ”

The young man's expression gradually became strange, and he looked down at his crotch.

"The strength is contained in the body, and the weather is hidden in the heart. ”

Yun Zhao was silent.

...

After some time, he picked up the hammer again.

Boom!

Thunder weakened a lot.

The height of the dust in the precincts was reduced considerably.

An imperceptible indentation appeared on the surface of the rough iron embryo.

...

Yun Zhao looked at the dent, suddenly felt a little thirsty, and said, "This is a refining body?"

"This is refining. The response was an affirmative sentence, which seemed to reveal a bit of approval.

"Didn't you say that if the military department doesn't nod, you can't teach?" There was already some irrepressible excitement in his tone.

Yue Xia raised his head, stared at him again with an idiotic look, and said solemnly: "The military department nods, you are refining the body, the military department does not nod, you are striking iron, is this strange?"

This time, Yun Zhao did not have the slightest embarrassment, and naturally picked up the hammer again.

Yue Xia picked up the horn file again,

The crimson sunset quietly spilled over the backyard, everywhere.

......

Yun Zhao, who put on his coat by the moonlight, kept complaining that Yue Xia slammed the door so that he didn't even light an oil lamp, but before going out, he picked up the remaining pineapple cake as usual, dusted off his trouser legs, and lifted the thick cotton cloth.

Sensing that Yue Xia's eyes were staring at the pineapple cake in the bamboo basket, Yun Zhao hid the bamboo basket behind his back a little crampedly, and hurriedly muttered, "Young man, make up for your body." ”

It seemed that his gaze became more and more unkind, and he quickly changed his words: "What do you think of my knife?"

It was easy to see through the trick that the young man had played, but he still answered the question very seriously.

"It's good to be unsheathed, you're too slow. ”

"Lao Yue, you know that in the grassland..."

The hero who didn't mention the courage back then was obviously a fart, and the hero who didn't mention the courage back then was definitely a straw bag.

However, Yong was quickly interrupted back then, and he was very straightforward and ruthless.

"Killing is too slow, killing faster, the knife is too messy, killing is simpler. ”

"Hey, can you try to be more straightforward?"

Every time a teenager gets acquainted with people, his lazy and rude temperament is always quickly exposed.

However, the blacksmith did not angrily knock on one of his chestnuts this time, and bowed his head and thought for a long time.

"Let's say... One stab, and the man dies. ”

...

Yue Xia looked at the back that quickly disappeared into the dim alley, and shook his head helplessly.

Before closing the curtain again, he suddenly looked at a towering tower in the distance, which was a little blurry in the night.

......

Nanbei retracted his gaze and said stubbornly: "I won't go back!"

In the past, the elegant hall full of beautiful dreams and the fragrance of roses was as silent as a forest of mass graves, the phoenix lantern with a sweet fragrance was knocked over to the ground, the jade wat inlaid with the night pearl was broken into two pieces, and a group of delicate flowers fell on the red silk on the floor.

Only wearing obscene clothes and naked shoulders like jade incense, the enchanting eyes are full of autumn water, but at this moment, it is like a quail that has been stripped of its feathers and trembling in the field, and the teardrops have stained the rouge powder on the pretty face, which is so funny.

Qianqin, who was originally like thunder, spread his hands and threw the jade Ruyi in his hand aside at will, accompanied by a wonderful sound of jade shattering, and the turtle who knelt on the red silk cried.

Qian Qin looked at the little bald head sitting behind the bead curtain in front of him, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You have lived on the third floor for so long, you should go back." ”

Nanbei snorted, clasped his hands to his chest and made a "hum".

"The body will not be able to bear it, my little north and south. "Extremely rare kind words of persuasion, for Qianqin.

"You haven't seen anything about it for three years!" "North and south are north and south, and it stands to reason that you are strong.

Qianqin has never figured out one thing in his life, why these people are spending his money from beginning to end, but his temper is getting bigger and bigger.

On the third floor of the green building, Nanbei, who lived for a few nights, was losing his temper.