Chang Xi didn't know that the incident of his accidental removal of Mu Fan would cause speculation and headaches from the city lord's mansion and even the Shenlian Sect behind him. If he were present, he would be surprised by the fact that Senior Brother Pan was beyond ordinary people's accurate insight. He inferred the incident based on only a few clues. This strength should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, the Soul-Snuffing Array arranged in the backyard of Lin Mansion has been successfully lifted by Chang Xi, and Lin Wei, who bullied the sect and destroyed the ancestors, was taken down overnight and sent to the city lord's mansion Yilulu. The elders of the Lin family who seemed to be reborn were grateful to Chang Xi, so enthusiastic that Chang Xi felt the point, so he simply said hello to Xin Tong early in the morning and left the door.

The sun is on the top of the roof, and the city is bustling, which is the early meeting time of Qingyang City.

At this time, Chang Xi changed into a moon-white scholar's robe and merged into the crowd of people.

Qingyang City is not as good as Huizhou City, but it is equally lively. The shops on both sides of the wide roads opened the doors early to welcome the new day. The salty aroma of the soy milk and fried dough sticks shop is high with sweetness of candied haws, the steaming aroma of steaming buns and the slight fishy soil of the green leaves in the vegetable basket, like handful of rusty old keys, opening up the memory of dusty at the bottom of the box.

That spring, he and his parents wandered on such streets, holding hands, worry-free, and just hoped to stay in the dazzling market for a while.

That winter, he rushed into the city in a hurry to avoid the robbers he was chasing, curled up in the deserted alley, shaking, hoping that the solar energy of tomorrow would rise soon.

Now three years have passed, and he has long since become different from the past. But the more time passes, the more I miss it in my heart.

"Oh, this guy looks at the dough." The boss at the papyrus stall on the roadside looked at a handsome scholar standing there in front of the stall. He had already wrapped a piece of fragrant pancake in oil paper. "Our pancake is a unique place in Qingyang City. If you can fill your stomach, you will be able to study all day long!"

When Chang Xi heard the sound, he came back to his senses from his distant thoughts. He felt that he was inexplicably closer to the world in front of him. He took out a few cents from his wallet, took the pancake from the boss's hand, and smiled like a child.

"OK."

...

At the end of the street is a weapon shop with extremely hot business. Many men like towers, wearing their strong and shiny upper bodies, danced with two big and small hammers in their hands. The roar of the wind entering the stove and the sparks shaking from the fierce forging are intertwined, forming a hot morning scene.

It is precisely the old saying that people who make iron must be beaten by iron, which is true.

Chang Xi remembered that the iron willow bow that had been with him for three years had been broken in the trial of Kuixing Pavilion, so he couldn't help but enter the shop.

The weapons shown in the shop are all made by themselves and are of high quality. Unfortunately, with Yuehong and Tianhuang, these ordinary soldiers and martial arts are naturally unable to catch Chang Xi's eyes. After seeing them for a while, there was no available thing. Just when Chang Xi was about to leave, he accidentally saw a long bow with a strange shape on the high wall behind the workers' iron furnace.

The longbow has an elegant curve, dark green all over, and is uniquely inlaid with hard texture on the waist of the bow. It is unforgettable to see after just one glance.

Chang Xi, who had been arching since childhood, was attracted by the longbow, and bypassed the counter and walked into the iron-scraping venue where the workers made irons. Chang Xi's appearance in a scholar wearing a moon-white robe was incompatible with the strong men of the tower who were struggling with the iron-scraping, and attracted countless people's attention for a while.

"Can you hand over this bow to see next?"

Chang Xi stood firm under the high wall. Although he could get this height at a glance, the longbow was placed obviously not like a saleable item, and it was rude to take it off without the permission of the store.

The man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted hammered man who had been under the high wall without raising his head, "Where did the poor scholar come from and get over it? Where did he come from? Don't bother me to make a thrust iron." After saying that, the heavy hammer fell down with a bang. The red iron block on the forging platform was shocked and countless sparks were shocked. The sound of thumping blew up in his ears, causing the surrounding crowd to cover their ears.

The man swung the hammer and thought to himself, the poor scholar must have been so scared that he was so scared that he was urinating. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw the young man who looked like a scholar standing there without moving at all, looking at him with a smile.

"Oh, why are you so stubborn? That bow is the treasure of our store, and you won't sell it." The big man with a hammer could not be fooled and raised his thick eyebrows and started to drive him away, but let him push him, and Chang Xi's feet did not move at all as if they had taken root.

After pushing for a long time, the man who swung the hammer said helplessly: "This is the case. If you can swing my blacksmith hammer, I will help you take down the bow and show it to you. How about it?"

"A word is determined?" Chang Xi's smile became brighter.

"Of course, I spit out a nail in my mouth!" The old cow slapped his chest and sweared.

"Then you have to see it."

Under the gaze of everyone, Chang Xi stretched out her white hand and held nearly a hundred kilograms of blacksmith hammer. When she just picked it up casually, the blacksmith hammer suddenly seemed as light as a paper fan as nothing flew out into Chang Xi's palm. Then under the corner of the old bull's sucking eyes, Chang Xi swung the blacksmith hammer in a shocking and violent manner to start to forge the piece of impurities that had not been removed.

The 100-pound hammer could no longer see the trajectory in the sparks. The hammer sounded just as it started, and the next hammer had fallen. However, in just a few breaths, Chang Xi had swung the hammer more than a hundred hammers. The hammer sounded continuously and uninterrupted, as if a very long bell sounded in his ears. The busy workers and friends in the shop were stunned by the scene in front of him, and they all put down their lives.

"Oh my god, little brother, stop quickly. I'm convinced, I'm really convinced! Don't break our hammer!" The old cow closest to Chang Xi's eyes were as big as a copper bell, and the palm-slap of the palm-shaped fan was shocked and kept slapped.

If a monk passed by this place, he would definitely be able to see that Chang Xi had entered a mysterious and mysterious state of enlightenment at this time. Chang Xi only felt that the hammer that was constantly pounding in his hand seemed to have turned into a sharp sword in his perception, and the round and free sword move in his memory was a step further!

"bite!"

With a strange sound of the essence iron, Chang Xi withdrew from the state of enlightenment. The red red essence iron, which was originally the size of a head, was only the size of a palm under the hammer. Chang Xi picked up the iron flask and picked up the essence iron and put it into the sink. With a "sting", a white smoke suddenly floated up, completing the final quenching.

An old man in the shop walked to Chang Xi, and the iron thugs around Chang Xi made a way out. The old man picked up the iron tar and picked up the quenched fine iron and put it in front of him to take a closer look. With just one glance, he could no longer take his eyes off.

"The lines are dense, the tissue is even, and the stacking and forging technique is just right. It is a piece of excellent quality steel." The old man said as he saw Chang Xi put down the hammer, but the white palm of his hand could not see any trace left by using hammers or bows all year round, and he couldn't help but frown.

Chang Xi seemed to know what the old man was thinking, but he had to smile helplessly. In the trial of the dark tide on the third floor of Kuixing Pavilion, his whole body was reborn. The calluses on his hands that had been used to practice bows for many years had long disappeared.

The old man saw Chang Xi's whole body clearly, but no matter what kind of power was hidden in this not-so-strong body, he could only shake his head and stare at the big bull who was tilting his head and said, "Some people's spits are as hard as nails. I can't afford to throw this man away, go and take the bow down for this young master."

The big bull touched the big bald head, looked at the longbow hanging high on the wall, and looked embarrassed. Isn’t it just bullying him as heavy as a cow?

"It's okay, I'll do it."

Chang Xi jumped lightly and took off the longbow effortlessly with everyone's screams.

When you start with a long bow, it is delicate and cold. The hard and tough jade is carved into a piece shape close to the bow waist. It not only decorates the long bow with a literary touch, but also makes the jade piece in your hand make the mind clear and make the bow drawer more steadily.

Chang Xi did not hide his love for this longbow and couldn't help but ask: "Does this bow have a name?"

The old man murmured with remembrance.
Chapter completed!