Lanke Chess Edge

"Old man? Why don't you answer, what are you doing?"

The sound of the back room came, and along with the rustling of getting dressed and the sound of footsteps, the woman inside also opened the curtain and walked out, seeing her husband collapsed on the ground with sweat on his face, gasping for breath.

The woman was so frightened that she squatted down to help someone, but when she helped her, she found that Zuo Boran's body was stiff.

"Oh, old man, what's wrong with you!?"

When he reached out to touch it, Zuo Boran's hair was wet. Seeing Zuo Boran's slightly pale face, he hurriedly rubbed his chest for his husband.

Perhaps because of the temperature on his wife's hands, Zuo Boran finally calmed down a bit, running his inner Qi to calm him down.

"Ho... huh... just now, I thought I was going to die..."

"What's the matter, you look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Shh~~~!"

Zuo Boran was immediately excited and looked carefully at the door.

"Don't talk nonsense, I have seen God! The judges and judges under the Tianfu City God, the civil and military judges are all here, and they were there just now!"

Zuo Boran pointed at the position in front of the Eight Immortals table with lingering fears.

"Huh... I thought it was my end of life, but the two judges said that it was because of the high person's entrustment that they came to fix the lintel... Huh..."

Zuo Boran still spoke with a vibrato. He was in close contact with ghosts and gods. The heart palpitations caused by him were not just imaginable, nor was he so energetic when he heard Mr. Shu telling stories, except for fear or fear.

However, by this time, a slight excitement was also rising and gradually increasing. It didn't take long for Zuo Boran to go from pale to ruddy.

Zuo Boran was also considered a martial artist. He rubbed his legs and stood up from the ground. He walked to the Eight Immortals Table and looked at the copybooks on the table. He remembered that Mr. Ji had said that he would go to say hello to the City God of Juntianfu. arrive.

Zuo Boran's wife over there was a little unconvinced when she heard Xianggong say she ran into the judge, but after looking at the copybook on the table, she thought it might be true, after all, it was the promise of the immortal.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the two couples went back to sleep again.

The next day, Zuo Boran ran into the news of the civil and military judges coming to the door, and then the family of the Yan family also learned about it, but the Yan family shop was all his own, and he would never be there. Spread anything out there.

It was the fourth day after Zuo Boran met the judge at night.

There was a strange phenomenon in Yanjiapuzi these two days, that is, the twenty or thirty old and middle-aged blacksmiths with solid muscles were all making scabbards instead of serious forging iron.

Some of them cooperated with one-stop from shaving to polishing to greasing, and some completed the whole process by themselves. It was like a traditional handicraft workshop. The thought of making a scabbard for a fairy sword made a group of craftsmen excited.

As for the initiator of this matter, at the moment, he is wandering around the city of Juntianfu without realizing it.

When I first arrived in Juntianfu, I went to the teahouse to inquire about news. Ji Yuan wanted to complete the "Biography of General Huang" that he had not finished listening to, but the storyteller in the teahouse had already changed, and the story was different.

"This guest officer, please, please, there are all kinds of tea in soup, fried, and brewed~~!"

A Doctor Cha saw Ji Yuan standing at the door for a while and didn't come in, so he went to the door and said hello.

Ji Yuan just smiled and shook his head, turned and left without saying anything. The storyteller changed, and the story was "General Huang's Biography" again, so he seemed a little less interested.

Dr. Tea scratched his head as he looked at the big gentleman who had gone away. He didn't seem to be able to drink a pot of tea.

Ji Yuan didn't use any spells and movements, just walked slowly, and walked directly out of the city to the Yanjia shop on the Yuanzi River.

This time, Ji Yuan didn't plan to disturb others. It's time to do it. There is no need to surprise the people on the Yan family's side. Only then entered the scope of the Yanjia shop.

Today is a little weird. There is no sound of iron hammering at the Yan family side, but there are a lot of wooden friction and discussions coming from the back of the blacksmith shop.

Ji Yuan first put an umbrella that he had borrowed without notice and returned to its original place, and then went to the back of the Yanjia Shop Craftsman's Workshop looking for the sound and smell.

"Hi..."

Rarely, Fate took a slightly exaggerated breath.

Up to now, although there are many things that can surprise me in the world, there are not too many things. This is one of the things in front of me.

I saw that under a few large sheds, twenty or thirty shirtless blacksmiths were all grinding and making scabbards. This was still unfinished in their hands. There were at least dozens of finished products stored on the shelves next to them and on the ground.

From the selection of materials to the style, from the color to the carving, all kinds of strange things are different...

'The Yan family took the wrong medicine? ’

With the thought of Ji Yuan, he suddenly laughed and thought of the reason, but the root was still in himself, the "immortal".

Just looking at so many scabbards, Yan's family didn't know how much human, material and financial resources were spent. The original plan was to leave a hundred wen as the money to buy the scabbard, and then leave a note to let me know.

But now that there are so many scabbards, Ji someone doesn't want to be the big one to pay for it all.

To be honest, there are so many scabbards, except for those fancy ones, he can choose any one he likes. He quietly walked to the wooden frame at the very edge, stretched out his hand and grasped a simple light blue wooden scabbard. disappear together.

Then Ji Yuan hesitated for a while, and still a little bit dumbfounded, he took out two ingots and one or two yuan of silver from his arms, and threw them towards the old man who was still polishing the new scabbard with gentle force.

"Dong dong~~"

The two pieces of silver actually smashed two crisp sounds on the head of the old man with softness, making the latter, who thought that someone was joking, was also inexplicably furious when he subconsciously caught the silver falling from his head.

"Who? Which **** threw me the money!"

At this moment, Ji Yuan's joking voice came from afar.

"Who asked you to make so many scabbards? I only have one sword. For the rest of the work, you can sell the scabbards and go back!"

The voice is getting farther and farther, and it is obviously gone.

The old man Yan immediately covered his mouth, and there was a lot of fine sweat on his forehead. Did he scolded the immortal just now?

At this moment, all the craftsmen also stopped when they heard the sound. For a while, the blacksmith shop was silent, and many people secretly glanced at the old man Yan to see his reaction.

After more than a dozen breaths, it was confirmed that the immortal should have left, and he didn't care about it. Master Yan suddenly realized an important problem and immediately shouted loudly.

"Whose scabbard was chosen? Let's see whose scabbard was chosen, and which scabbard is missing? Everyone, look for it!"

"That's right! Let's see which one is missing!"

"Then I haven't done it yet..." "I'm still a fart!"

"It's better to be me, it's better to be me!" "It must be me!"

A group of craftsmen inspected the shelf beside them and the scabbard on the ground, hoping to find one less.

"Ahahahaha... It's me! It's me! My scabbard has been chosen! Hahahaha... My blue lacquered wooden scabbard is gone! Hahahaha~www.NovelMTL.com~ It must be taken by an immortal Let's go~!"

A blacksmith in his thirties was so happy that he almost jumped up and danced, pointing at the wooden frame and laughing wildly.

Many blacksmiths on the side still didn't give up and still flipped through their works, but in the end they could only come up with a lot of cruel facts.

In the end, everyone looked at the elated blacksmith and pouted and sighed, and congratulated him in a very perfunctory way.

The man was complacent, but when he saw the grandfather left in the direction of the ancestral hall, he immediately patted his head and thought that the money had not been given to him, so he hurriedly chased after him.

"Master, master~~~! The silver, I should give it to me, at least one ingot, the immortal gave it, master~~~!"

"Hmph, you also know that the immortals gave it, you know what it does! It's also a waste of money for you. I will take it to the ancestral hall and put it together with the ancestral tablet. Everyone can see it when the incense is on!"

Mr. Yan didn't turn his head back, and quickened his pace, leaving these words to blow the man to the spot.

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PS:

Here, I would like to recommend some troublesome private goods to help some book shortage households (evil laughs).

Last year, I saw a post that kept saying "the book recommended by Brother Nine", and I added it after I was curious. It is a place where you can get rid of the poison and find a bunch of high-quality books of the same kind. I wrote this instead of "the author's words", just for the sake of Let everyone see it.

I chatted with Brother Jiu for the first time a few days ago, and I was a little excited. PY must have it, but it is not unspeakable. Because Thirty-Six Strategies has this quality, I can confidently write such a long recommendation. I hope those who find the book will be happy. Don't hit me if you need more books ^_^!