The people on the Hundred Refining List acted extremely arrogantly, and Yun Zhao wanted to be as arrogant as them, this was the most intuitive feeling that Yao Xian Yan gave the young man.

Whether it is Xie Anshi's arrogance or Jian Eleven's rigidity, they have all won the tolerance of many powerful people, including Li Hongtang, it is not that stupid people have stupid blessings, but they are on the list, that's all.

Yun Zhao, who was unable to communicate with the eight veins and even the threshold of the Origin Realm, although he was not very clear about the difficulty of reaching the list of hundred refinements, had officially begun to sprint towards the goal.

Plum wine is one of the most deserving special products of Chang'an, there is a plum forest in the imperial garden, so the suburbs of Chang'an have planted a large expanse of green plum forest, every year when the plum is ripe, the tourists who enjoy the forest are endless, and it becomes an elegant scene in the suburbs of Kyoto.

Yun Zhao didn't care about the hands and feet of those rich and noble, in order to cater to how beautiful the plum forest planted by the emperor's heart was, but he had fallen in love with plum wine brewed with green plums in recent days, and it tasted better after being frozen with ice cubes, so he sat in Qianqin's room and drank it all night.

Although the taste of frozen plum is wonderful, drinking it all night made Yun Zhao drink the effect of laxatives, at the cost of the whole blue face and the constant twitching pain in the abdomen, Qian Qin finally nodded and agreed to help.

Whether it is the brotherhood or the effect of holding a knife on the neck, it is a gratifying thing to finally join in the great cause of helping Yun Zhao to enter the Hundred Refining List.

Just as Yun Zhao was about to write a plan in the study as if he was about to write a plan, Qian Qin, who had made what he thought was the best judgment in a short period of time, rushed in with his dark eyes, grabbed him and ran out again.

...

A deep, dilapidated alley, with a dilapidated shop in its deepest part, covered with a roll of thick cotton cloth, might well have been thought to be as bleak as the other shops in the alley.

A cool breeze whipped around the boots and the occasional sound of a wildcat leaping between the roof tiles, but it all meant that no one would wander around the dilapidated alley.

It stands to reason that opening a shop in this alley is either money to burn and nowhere to spend, or iron determination to change his life against the sky, anyway, the fact that the owner of this shop has a bad head is ironclad.

However, the two young men standing at the door of the shop at this time did not think so, although Yun Zhao was once surprised that there were such alleys in bustling Kyoto, but he had seen the power of this shop.

The unsheathed is from here, so he is standing honestly now.

After Qianqin called a few times through the thick cotton cloth and did not respond, he stretched out his hand and was about to lift the cotton cloth, but suddenly felt something wrong, and retracted and clenched into a fist.

"Or... You'd better go in on your own. The voice seemed a little helpless, or rather... Guilty.

I thought it was the black-hearted shopkeeper behind this shop, but his timid performance at this time made Yun Zhao a little confused.

In his impression, this hidden shop, which is almost a rebel munitions den, is too consistent with Qianqin's empty-eyed style, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it in the same vein.

Just as Yun Zhao was trying to see the hidden clues, the cotton cloth was lifted from the inside, and an expressionless face poked out.

"What?"

It is difficult to describe the appearance of this person, it is too special to be expressed, if it is forcibly described, it is flat and stable, and it is okay to be full of righteousness, because he is really square, five official, square cheeks, square hair bundles, square square.

However, Yun Zhao's curiosity at this time was not in his appearance, because he had met him when he took the unsheathed, and it was naturally not surprising to see him again at this time, but why did the shopkeeper and the Qianqin beside him stare at each other angrily...

"Hey, this person has been handed over to you, let him practice. In the end, his face was tender and he couldn't hold his breath and spoke first.

"Tsk, didn't I say it, didn't you mention the last time you paid off the debt?" the blacksmith opened his mouth unexpectedly to sneer.

Yun Zhao had already covered his ears and waited for the people next to him to shout and scold angrily, but what was dumbfounded was that Qianqin, who had been rampant since he entered Chang'an, hurriedly turned around and raised his legs and slipped away, and only after running away did he leave a sentence: "The account will be settled together when it arrives." ”

Looking at the old alley that had run away without a shadow and was uninhabited, Yun Zhao, who was very uncalm at this time, was a little stunned, when had he ever seen Brother Qian'er still be so flustered when he was on his debts.

After all, he came out of Chengping, and quickly straightened his mentality, looking at the angular square face in front of him, he said calmly in his heart: "Big brother, is there anything you need the younger brother to help?"

...

Perhaps it was the innocent look on his face and the sincerity in his eyes that moved the blacksmith, and then things went very smoothly, and he lightly followed the former into the shop, which was still the same furnishings and dim, but the difference was that this time the blacksmith led him directly into the backyard.

The last time I came to the backyard, I didn't observe it carefully, but if you look closely, the place where this backyard forging tool is extremely weird, and there are very few tools.

Yun Zhao, who was born in the army, is no stranger to the blacksmith shop, and there are no ovens, bellows, and sinks necessary for cast iron, only more than a dozen large and small iron hammers placed on the wall, and an anvil is placed in the center of the backyard.

Before Yun Zhao could open his mouth to ask what he was puzzled about, the blacksmith who had been leading the way didn't say a word, turned back and put his hands on the young man's shoulders, and closed his eyes.

"You're a piece of trash. The blacksmith, who quickly opened his eyes, spoke succinctly and clearly.

Yun Zhao, who was already accustomed to quickly switching between side-popping and disdainful, didn't really care about this kind of amazing or disappointed expectation, and went straight to the point: "What should I do?"

The warm smile on the young man's face showed that he really didn't care about the eight veins, and what gave him confidence in asking questions at this time was the conversation outside the curtain before, and Qianqin only said that he should practice, and did not mention the problem of his own eight veins.

This illustrates one thing, for the blacksmith in front of him, the eight-vein problem is not a problem, Yun Zhao felt a little excited.

"The price is not low. The answer is simpler and more meaningful.

"The guy who ran away just now is very rich. The answer is neither humble nor arrogant, after all, it is not your own money.

The blacksmith smiled, grabbed a hammer from the wall and threw it, and said, "Yue Xia." ”

The young man squinted at the rising sun and responded, "Yun Zhao." ”

......

At three o'clock, the moon wheel will pass away.

A remote house in the suburbs of Chang'an has not yet turned off the lights, and the house is brightly lit by dim candlelight.

The vermilion tea case rests on a lamp of Mao Feng that has already cooled, and there is also a handful of attractive green plums scattered in the corner of the case.

At the end of the rotting pine floor, a young man sat cross-legged on the ground, dressed in plain clothes, extremely calm and gentle, not caring about the filth around him, and his eyes inadvertently showed a gloomy color.

With the creaking and shaking of the rancid floor, a figure shrouded in shadow quietly appeared, and the young man slowly turned to the side and whispered, "Why haven't you done it yet?"

The man in the shadows seemed to have thought for a long time, and when he spoke, he realized that he was not thinking, but adapting to open his mouth to speak, and from his difficult accent and staccato sentences, he rarely spoke and seemed extremely clumsy.

"Kyoto... Assassination without leaving a trace... Hard. ”

The young man sitting cross-legged didn't seem to care, brushed a few strands of loose hair, and said with a smile: "Just hurry up, Li Hongtang must get the things he brought back from the grassland." ”

It was a long silence before there was a response in the shadows.

"Command, His Royal Highness the Prince. This time the reply seemed a lot smoother.

It was Li Chengxu, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, who looked down at the light of the lamp and candle covered by his robe, and said disapprovingly: "You are polite, Lord Nanzhen Fu." ”

Burst!

The candle is extinguished,

There was no more noise in the room.

......

Laugh at!

wick ignition,

Li Hongtang lazily leaned on the soft couch, constantly flipping a book with a bronze luster, and between the pages of his slender hands, the fluorescence like pearl powder continued to pour out from between his fingers.

She propped her chin and muttered, "That's what you all want?"