Chapter 53 Is this blacksmithing?
"This son of a bitch can't do anything. He is the number one disgusting person. I will put up a sign at the door and write that dogs and Wan Zihe are not allowed to enter!" Guo Pixiu said angrily.
"Well, good idea!" Wei Yi said with a smile.
Guo Pixiu's words reminded him.
Looking back, I can really do it. I wrote "Wanzihe is not allowed" on the door with three points of penetrating wood.
Although using this profound and wonderful method to curse and kill others will bring karma and retribution to oneself.
But it's okay to come up with some rules and prohibitions that will disgust him.
In fact, Wei Yi also wanted to get rid of Wan Zihe.
But because of killing him, he would suffer karmic retribution for himself, which was not worth the loss.
A person like Wan Zihe will die if he commits many unjust acts. Sooner or later, someone will take his life.
"Hey, those who do unrighteousness will be punished by themselves. This sentence is good. If there is a chance in the future, he will write such words on his belongings. This should not be considered a curse, nor a fight against the will of heaven, but a compliance with it. Tiandao, um, not bad, not bad!" Wei Yixin said, with a smile on his lips.
"Tianlu, I'll leave this to you, let's go back first!" Wei Yi said.
He immediately left the brewery with Meng Shuilian.
Back home, Wei Yi began to forge himself a five-jeweled sword.
During this period, he continued to teach how to strike stone from stone.
In fact, during this period, the blacksmithing skills of Na Hu Lin and Sun Fu also improved greatly under the guidance of Wei Yi.
Wei Yi only has reservations about some heat treatment technologies.
After all, they are outsiders after all.
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In a manor with elegant scenery by the West Lake in Qingzhou City.
This is a lakeside courtyard of Prince Jing'an's Mansion.
Today, Zhao Jinsi will be the host and a literati gathering will be held here.
Drink tea and enjoy the scenery with the young literati in the city, recite poems and poems, and appreciate calligraphy and paintings.
Everyone wrote poems and exchanged poems on the theme of the autumn scenery of the West Lake.
However, while listening to the poems written by everyone, Zhao Jinsi thought of the poem "I don't know the sky is on the water after I'm drunk, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."
Although I don’t know which lake the Dongting in the poem is.
But it must be similar to the scenery of West Lake in front of you.
The autumn wind rippled the lake surface, and the woods in the distance were also desolate.
Just like when a person ages, his face becomes wrinkled and his hair withers.
However, in such a desolate and lonely environment, it is possible to write such a beautiful artistic conception as a boat full of clear dreams and a river of stars.
It can be seen that the author is an optimistic and romantic person who loves life.
Even in the mood of autumn sadness and melancholy, you can still find the romance and tenderness in life.
Compared with that poem, the poems written by everyone here pale in comparison.
"The lost and found notice has been posted for a long time, but there is still no one to claim it. I don't know if the owner of the purse is a passer-by in this city. I am afraid he has left this place." Zhao Jinsi thought in her mind.
She really wanted to find the owner of the purse and the creator of the poem.
It's a pity that so long has passed but there has been no news.
I really don't know if I can find this person again.
Thinking like this, Zhao Jinsi couldn't help but feel a little lost and lost.
Even when the person next to her called her, she didn't hear her.
It wasn't until the personal maid patted her gently that she suddenly woke up and came back to her senses.
"What's wrong?"
"Princess, Xiaosheng heard that the princess sang a water-melody song in the mansion before. It was very nice. It had the rhyme of a heavenly being transformed into a human being, and the otherworldly artistic conception. It made us very curious. I don't know what we are waiting for. Today, are you lucky enough to hear the princess sing again?" An elegant scholar said with a decent smile and bowed his hands.
The other gentlemen and ladies next to him also looked at Zhao Jinsi expectantly.
Regarding the song about when the bright moon will appear, it aroused quite a heated discussion in the palace, and later spread from the palace of Jing'an.
Some even hum a few lines.
But they didn’t know the complete lyrics and music.
Therefore, the literati and poets here are very curious about this poem and want to hear the full version.
Looking at the expectant eyes of everyone, Zhao Jinsi smiled brightly and hesitated slightly.
Deep down in her heart, she really wanted to share that amazing work with everyone. But I feel that it is really impolite to make other people's works public without the author's permission.
However, I couldn't help but sang the song "When Will the Bright Moon Come?"
Now it is too flooded to recover.
I'm afraid I have to wait until I see the author in the future, apologize to him in person, and ask for his forgiveness.
Moreover, Zhao Jinsi felt that if the author was really still in the city, he would let this poem spread.
Perhaps one day it will reach the author's ears.
Then he might show up on his own initiative.
So Zhao Jinsi pondered for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, but I have to clarify that I did not create this lyrics. I just got the lyrics by chance and felt something in my heart, so I composed the music and sang it.
The author of this poem is probably a reclusive literary master. Unfortunately, I have not found him so far. If you are lucky enough to know who the author of this poem is in the future, you must tell me!" Zhao Jinsi
heard If so, everyone's eyes showed curiosity.
They couldn't help but look at each other and whispered a few words.
I am even more curious about what kind of poem this is and how the princess got it.
The story behind this seems even more fascinating.
Zhao Jinsi raised her hand to signal, and the maid immediately helped him move the guqin.
She sat upright, playing the piano with her jade fingers, brewing her emotions for a while, and then played it gently.
The moving melody echoed.
Let everyone here immediately calm down and listen quietly.
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In the courtyard of the Wei family.
After Wei Yi finished firing the materials, he began his refined blacksmithing skills.
Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang...
a dense beating sound like a violent storm suddenly resounded.
The hammer in his hand rose and fell repeatedly at an alarming speed, beating the iron material crazily.
The speed was so fast that there seemed to be afterimages.
The hammer seemed to have lost weight in his hand, but the sound it made when it hit the iron material was so solid and heavy.
Even one sound louder than the other.
Such a scene immediately stunned Hu Lin, Sun Fu, and Shitou next to them.
The nursing staff who were chatting in the corner also gathered over and looked at Wei Yi with shock on their faces.
Even Wei Qing and Wei Xue came out of the room curiously.
He was also surprised to see Wei Yi forging iron.
"Oh my god, what kind of terrifying explosive power is this?"
"Can you still forge like this?"
"Isn't Dongma already a top-grade warrior?" "
Yeah, I feel like if this hammer hits us, Even we can't resist it!"
"You can achieve such a level in blacksmithing. My master is really a genius!" "Is
this the legendary skill?" A group of guards discussed with shock on their faces.
After an outburst, Wei Yi stopped moving, panting like an ox.
After performing this exercise once, you need to stop and recover your physical strength.
I just happened to take this opportunity to mix the iron material that had been mixed with other ore powders and kneaded.
Put it into the fire again for heating and burning.
At this moment, Wei Yi suddenly saw many golden light spots appearing in front of his eyes again.
They have integrated into their own sea of consciousness.
On the big tree where the energy of pen and ink gathered, a golden leaf appeared again.
"It appears again. What is this golden light spot?" Wei Yi was curious.
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(End of chapter)