The ox cart continued on the road, but the difference was that the coachman went home, and the driver was replaced by the man dressed in sawdust. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the time of departure, Yi Xueliu revealed the identity of the mother and son and the reason for tracking it here.

It turned out that when he forcibly broke into the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, he was unfortunately injured by the mechanism of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, and the killing knife was also thrown in the Immortal Treasure Pavilion.

Fortunately, the man who was repairing the Immortal Treasure Pavilion overnight, that is, the Gongzhu Craftsman, was able to retreat.

After leaving the Immortal Treasure Pavilion that night, the Gongyi Craftsman knew that something had happened to the Qi family.

The rescued clothes and blood flowed to see that the master was the craftsman who repaired the Xianbao Pavilion, so he asked him to bring himself into the Xianbao Pavilion, or hand over the drawings.

But the Immortal Treasure Pavilion is the result of the continuous improvement of the two generations of the Gongjiang father and son, and there is only one drawing at a time, all in the hands of the Qi family.

If the male loser wants to enter, it will be difficult, how can he agree to her?

I don't know the reason for the blood flowing, and seeing that he refuses, he frightened: "The Marquis of Wujun is dead, and the Xianbao Pavilion has become the Oiran of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion to open the door." ”

She added fuel and vinegar and said, "Think about it, what would happen if the masters of the rivers and lakes saw that the Immortal Treasure Pavilion had a lot of organs? Of course, it was to find a craftsman who set up the mechanism." ”

"I still have some status in the rivers and lakes. Yi Bloodstream patted his chest and said, "As long as I am here, no one will dare to trouble you." ”

Unexpectedly, the male loser was intimidated by her, hurriedly packed up the softness, and ran away with the old lady overnight.

The male loser saved her life, and the bleeding could not embarrass him.

But when she turned around and broke into the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, she couldn't break in.

Moreover, according to the Qi family, the drawings and keys were all burned in the fire of Xianchi Pavilion, and the Gongqi Craftsman was her only chance to enter the Immortal Treasure Pavilion.

Yi Xueliu could only follow the male master all the way to the east and fled to the Dragon Gate Inn.

Although the public loser does not mix with the rivers and lakes, he also knows that the Longmen Inn is a place where the people of the rivers and lakes dare not come nonsense.

If Su Musha wants to enter the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, he naturally needs a public loss craftsman.

When the clothes and blood flowed to persuade the public to lose the craftsman, he tried his best to persuade him, but he couldn't persuade him. Now she was about to watch Su Musha's jokes, but Su Musha persuaded the public to lose three or five sentences.

Su Musha told the Gongwu that the Medicine King Valley was enough to ensure his mother's safety and take care of the old man's body.

In addition, under the protection of the Chu army, the Gong Loser will have enough time to slowly dismantle the Immortal Treasure Pavilion mechanism, and he is not afraid of it for a long time.

The mother, who was gray-haired, trembled when she moved, had reached the age of being riddled with diseases.

Moreover, with the status of the Medicine King Valley, it was enough to ensure his safety, so as soon as Su Musha promised, the Gong Loser nodded and agreed.

"Is the Immortal Treasure Pavilion really so difficult to enter?" asked as he sat outside the car, leaning on the carriage, and Su Mu was basking in the sun.

The blood flow of clothes is not an ordinary person, and the Immortal Treasure Pavilion can make her helpless, and even lose the killing knife, which shows the power of the mechanism.

"Of course. The driver said proudly, "The mechanism of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion was laid by me and my father for half a year, and it can be described as a net of heaven and earth. ”

Thirty years ago, his father was in charge of building the Immortal Treasure Pavilion for the Qi family.

In the following thirty years, he took his son with him, and as long as the two of them had new ideas in the mechanism, they would continue to explore and realize them in the Immortal Treasure Pavilion.

The Xianbao Pavilion has gathered a lot of treasures, and the Qi family is naturally happy to be enthusiastic about the losers, so after thirty years, the organs of the Xianbao Pavilion have long been heavy.

Su Musha straightened up and asked the Gong Loser seriously, "Have you ever thought about bringing the Gong Loser Technique back to the world's vision?"

After knowing that the Gong Loser was a master of the machine, Su Musha immediately guessed his identity - the descendant of the Gong Lose Class.

After losing to Mozi in the battle of hook rejection, the public loss class did not leave the Chu State, but took root and became a swordsman by the side of the King of Chu.

In order to let the public losing class concentrate on carpenters and the art of organs, the king of Chu even set up a "class gate" for the public losing class to put their ideas into practice.

The Warring States period lasted for a hundred years, and the Gongyi family has always been the right-hand man of the Chu State, and it also relied on the "Banmen" organ, and the Chu State was finally destroyed by the Qin State.

And with the demise of the Chu State, the once-glorious Gongyi family also disappeared and lived in seclusion by the Taihu Lake until now.

The public loser was in a hurry, and did not talk for a while.

"The lack of the public loss clan in the Chu State is like missing an arm. Su Musha said seriously, "The State of Chu has always intended to rebuild the Banmen, and even let it claim to be a family, listed among the hundred schools of thought. ”

The Gongzhi waved his whip and turned around and said, "The prince said that he laughed, how to be elegant in the craftsman's craft." ”

Su Mu said with a straight face, "I'm serious. ”

The public loser was puzzled.

"In fact, it is not the pure talk of a hundred schools of thought that changes the world, but the mistakes of your people's thinking, whimsical, and even practice. ”

"When such thinking, mistakes, and even whimsical ideas gradually accumulate, it will make everyone clothed, everyone will have food, and everyone will have books to read. ”

"Let people go up to the sky and into the sea, transmit sound for thousands of miles, and even go to the moon in the sky. ”

The Su curtain of the public loss craftsman was a little whimsical.

"Never underestimate yourself. Su Mu said.

The male loser continued to be silent, and said after a while: "The male loser's swordsmanship has long been lost. ”

Su Musha smiled, "The Gongyi clan has always been famous for their tricks, what if the swordsmanship is lost?"

"I don't know how many people use swords in the world, but there are only two famous in the world, and there are too many people with axes in front of the class, and many people have forgotten the glory of the class in the past. ”

"The Mo family's organ city is famous in the rivers and lakes, and it is time for the Gongyi clan to shake off the dust on their bodies and reappear in the rivers and lakes. Su Mu said.

The public loser was still hesitating, and the old lady in the carriage coughed and said, "My son, since the prince sincerely invites you, you can agree." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to my mother. The male loser whipped up.

Su Musha smiled and leaned back on the carriage again, he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain in Gusu this time.

"Now is an opportunity for the losers to make a name for themselves. Su Musha said.

"What?"

"A kind of typography. Su Musha said, "I think it may be of great use at the Confucian Conference." ”

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The ox cart was overwhelmed, chatting all the way, and the sun was soon sinking in the west.

If they went any further, there would be no shops in front of the village, so they stopped as they passed through a village.

The village is on the banks of the Wusong River, and they rented a courtyard in the forest at the head of the village.

After packing up, when Su Musha and the Gong Loser were collecting firewood in the forest, Su Musha raised his head and walked out of the forest with Ye Qiudi.

"We went to herd the cattle. Ye Qiudi waved his hand.

How could Su Musha miss the opportunity to get close, put a few sticks of firewood in the hands of the male loser, and followed with his legs.

"Our sisters went out for a walk, what are you doing here?" Ye Qiudi laughed at him.

"I'll come over and see if you guys are speaking ill of me. Su Musha plucked a handful of grass and handed it to the scalper's mouth, but the scalper looked away in disgust.

"How dare we speak ill of the prince. Soyu walked in front, looked back and smiled: "We always say it to our faces." ”