I don't know if it was too late or Yue Xia ate too quickly, the bamboo basket on the table today was not covered with flower cloth, and naturally there was no sweet and soft pineapple cake.

I don't know when, Yun Zhao has become accustomed to listening to the crisp laughter outside the front curtain when he is sweating in the backyard, and every time he will deliberately release his strength to make the sound of striking iron softer.

Whenever I wanted to sneak a glance, a hateful figure always covered the scene outside the thick cotton cloth tightly, and sometimes I wanted to drop the hammer more heavily, causing the girl outside the curtain to exclaim.

In the end, it's still a soft mouth to eat people, and a short hand to take people, so forget it after thinking about it, in case you get scolded again.

It doesn't matter whether you want to eat pineapple cake or miss the girl's laughter, because since he met Li Hongtang, the boy suddenly agreed with Chu Bafang's words that he used to talk about all day long, and the more beautiful the woman, the more unbelievable he is.

The words are not rough, every time I think of Huangfu Xuan, I don't know where the pestle is staring at me... Forget it, I still don't want to.

"What if it's not pretty..."Yun Zhao muttered thoughtfully.

Yue Xia frowned, glanced at it obliquely, and didn't understand what this kid had done today, looking like a listless bear.

...

In a dilapidated courtyard in Lane 29, a girl sweeps a puddle left over from last night's drizzle, and the eaves continue to drip and splash on the edge of the well.

Pineapple picked up a few locks of sideburns that were sticking to her cheeks, suddenly remembered something, ran into the house in a panic, accidentally knocked down the firewood knife next to the door, and smashed it on the girl's instep.

I endured the pain and jumped into the pineapple with one foot in the house, I don't know if it was because of the red and swollen instep or the cut embroidered shoes, tears began to roll in the red eyes, and I raised my little face for fear that the tears would fall out.

The teenagers who squatted on the earthen wall watched the pineapple enter the house, and they stopped their mouths full of economy, and the few who were originally punching like the wind in the adjacent yard lost the interest of playing the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and the teenagers who did not squint were like frosted eggplants, and sighed one by one.

By the stove, pineapple rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand, the flour crumbs were a little itchy, and she kneaded the dough with a sad face on her swollen feet.

"Alas, Uncle Yue's promised Defang Ji hasn't been given to me yet, I have to urge him today..."

......

Looking at the rough iron that had been beaten and covered with dents on the surface, Yun Zhao casually took the clothes he took off and wiped his sweat, the beads of sweat on his body had been scattered all over the backyard with the swing, looking like traces left by raindrops.

No matter how Yun Zhao wielded the hammer according to Yue Xia's hints, it seemed that its limit was only to leave ant-like dents on the thick iron, and even in the past few days, the boy had begun to study the rough iron, which was carried by Yue Xia in a rag bag at will, and threw it in the corner like kitchen waste in the room.

The seemingly ordinary black iron, mixed with milky white stars, like starlight mottled in the night sky, is these coarse irons that even look impure, and imprison the young man on the anvil, so that he cannot take a step beyond the thunder pool.

He is the fish on the chopping board, Yun Zhao thought.

"Arms, shoulders, waist, abdomen, knees, feet. "The same words, the same tips.

Not to mention how many times Yue Xia has said it in these days, at least Yun Zhao's recent dreams are all about them, the simple six words seem to be incarnated into a life-seeking nightmare, turning over the river and the sea in the deepest part of his mind, as boring as the rooster crowing in the morning.

Just as he was about to try to recall the body coordination of the hammer, Yun Zhao suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit, turned around and threw the hammer directly to Yue Xia, who was fiddling with iron tools on the side.

Under his gaze full of doubts and threats, that is, the so-called I will beat you up if you don't explain clearly, Yun Zhao spoke very bluntly.

"I'll try it tomorrow. ”

This is to tell one thing in a very nonchalant tone.

Of course, the implication is that you won't be able to pass the first test, so be careful that I don't pay you.

Shouldn't you be showing something at the bottom of the box now?

It is a very pleasant thing to be able to threaten a blacksmith who pretends to be deep with such a calm and breezy posture.

At least Yun Zhao's slightly raised chin and quietly shaking calves at this moment all told him that he was very proud now, like a pheasant pecking at rice in the farmland.

Then Yue Xia shot the pheasant to death.

Yun Zhao covered his head, muttered with a sad face and muttered out of the way.

A pair of calloused hands grasped the handle of the hammer, and his body once again took on that extremely strange posture, like a toad crawling on the ground, Yun Zhao looked at its slowly raised hips, and wanted to test whether it was really as immobile as a mountain.

The hammer fell to the starting position, and he quickly gathered his mind, which was one of the few personal guidance.

Obviously, this is the slowest and the most serious.

You can even see the curvature of the muscles squeezing on Yue Xia's arm, and the dust raised by the wind is still in the air.

It's still or not, it's still, so the backyard is still.

Since Yue Xia is not the cultivation of the imaginary body refinement, then at this moment it is the movement of the source qi.

The wild cats in the old alleys, flipping and jumping with their eyes closed, squatted on the roof tiles, looked at the two people standing in the backyard, and tilted their heads.

The big man who had already dropped the hammer in the eyes of the wild cat but was standing stupidly had just started the hammer in the eyes of Yun Zhao.

The backyard disappeared from Chang'an in that instant, from the time dial.

Yue Xia imprisoned this backyard like a child's favorite sugar man.

The hammer shook violently in the air, the calloused hands trembled violently, and the whole backyard trembled violently.

The hammer seemed to squeeze the air, causing it to rub against the entire space, and then tremble at an indiscernible speed.

In the blacksmith's backyard in Chang'an, Yun Zhao couldn't see these tremors, but in Yuexia's world, he could.

The gaze fell first on the handle of the hammer, and finally on the hand of the hammer.

I see.

The hammer struck the rough iron, and sparks flew in all directions.

Yun Zhao stepped into the backyard of the shop for the first time, and when he lifted the curtain, he saw sparks splashing everywhere, there was no bellows and no quenching, so he blew up the sparks out of thin air, and it was really like a mountain smashed up.

...

"What is this. "The boy is like a pheasant studying at the moment.

"Stacking. The blacksmith put the hammer back against the wall.

Yun Zhao suddenly remembered a previous nonsense, which was like this: with a knife, the person will die.

This was said by Yue Xia, and the young man regarded it as a fart, or a fart when he took off his pants, and now it seems that this is not a nonsense.

Suddenly remembering those violent tremors that were almost terrifying, it turned out that one knife was a lot of knives.

In the past few days, the young man who has borrowed the iron to refine the body, borrowed the power of the pendulum, borrowed the sharpness of breaking the air, borrowed the repulsion of smashing, borrowed the shock of the thick iron, and poured all the power into the body in a vain attempt to rush the pulse, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without a single ripple.

It turns out that one hammer is a lot of hammers, and those invisible frequents are stacked, and when a pendulum is an infinite pendulum, how can those thick iron not be dented like a sponge, and how can the blocked eight veins not be washed away.

"Awesome. ”

Admiration from the heart.

"General. ”

Forcibly suppressed pride.

...

He didn't care about the stillness in the backyard before, and though he longed for that divine power, the boy knew better that he needed to be like a pheasant that couldn't crow.

Use a relaxed and ugly prank to get more stories in the future.

The young man couldn't help but praise himself a few words in his heart, he was really a good son of the Tang Dynasty.

In the world, but not in the world,

Yun Zhao, you're really smart.

"There are no pineapple cakes in the bamboo basket. Yue Xia quickly interrupted someone's fantasy and pointed at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

Yun Zhao hurriedly turned back and put the bamboo basket back on the table.

......

Pineapple sat on the bluestone steps and shook her legs, biting on the sweet crisp and looking a little absent-minded.

After a while, I peeked at the sunset that had just sunset.

He turned his head to look at Yue Xia beside him, and asked with some confusion, "Is there anyone in the backyard?"

Yue Xia was stunned, looking at the girl's hand clutching her clothes, a little depressed, like chopping a handful of fresh green reeds into the mud.

"He left early today. ”

"Oh..."

Lo and behold, the girl forgot to ask the blacksmith for the rouge of the Tak Kee Workshop.

The wild cat, crouched on the roof tiles, shook his head.