"Little Junior Brother's craftsmanship has become more and more exquisite." Qinglian tasted the bamboo shoots braised with chopsticks oil and praised.
In the past, Qinglian rarely praised people, but since she broke her arm, he has actually learned to praise others, just like the old elder brother always praised him.
Everyone in the academy was actually a little sad to see Qinglian like this.
However, why I am sad, I can't tell you.
Perhaps it can only be explained that this kind of praise of people shouldn't have appeared on the proud second brother.
Hearing Qing Lian's praise, Tu Wanyue's eyes also flashed sadness, but she kept her head down, and did not let Qing Lian see her eyes.
After the sadness disappeared, Tu Wanyue slowly raised her head and said, "Little Junior Brother has been working as a cook at home during this period."
"Oh? When did he become interested in cooking?" Qing Lian asked.
"It's not that I'm interested." Tu Wanyue smiled: "It's that someone asked to eat something he cooked."
Qinglian thought for a while, and smiled: "Little Junior Brother is really a wonderful person."
"Except for Ge Qingfei, he provokes all the beauties." Tu Wanyue said.
"So his cooking skills have been tempered in this way." Qing Lian said, "Well, it's just to ease the relationship between Datang and the temple. There is nothing wrong with being a cook."
The chopsticks in Tu Wanyue's hand fell directly to the ground.
She didn't expect that the words just came out of Qinglian's mouth.
Qinglian looked at her: "Why, I'm surprised."
Tu Wanyue whizzed and couldn't speak.
Qinglian also put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked to the window. After a few breaths, he slowly said, "Here."
"What?" Tu Wanyue was stunned.
After following, the big brother walked in.
"coming."
The big brother said the same thing as Qinglian.
Tu Wanyue looked at them: "What dumb riddles are you playing? Why don't I understand, who is here."
Senior brother said: "You look at Qinglian, don't let him go out."
Tu Wanyue nodded subconsciously.
Qinglian said, "I must go."
"You are not his opponent." Senior Brother said.
"Senior brother, can you let him leave." Qing Lian asked back.
The big brother said: "Neither can I."
"We all know who he is coming for. So I have to go. Chang'an City can be without me, but it can't be without Junior Brother." Qing Lian said.
Senior brother said: "Then go together."
Qing Lian did not hesitate, and nodded: "Okay, let's go together."
Tu Wanyue stopped in front of the two of them: "What are you talking about? Who is here?"
Qinglian raised her hand and touched Tu Wanyue's head, and said, "You also go with us. You will know when you go."
Although Tu Wanyue had a lot of question marks in her heart, since Qing Lian had agreed to take her with her, she temporarily suppressed the confusion in her heart, and left the academy together with Qing Lian and Senior Brother.
This is the first time the gate of the academy has been opened in many days.
It was also the first time that the gentlemen of the academy left collectively.
The people on the street rushed to tell each other, cheering for joy.
The gentlemen of the academy are the strongest reassurances in the hearts of the people.
Along the way, people came to talk to the seniors, but the seniors just smiled and did not respond to the people's questions.
After a stick of incense, the senior brothers came to the east gate.
A man stood on the bridge of the moat.
He is tall, with pierced muscles, unshaven beard, and blood in his eyes.
He is carrying a burden, one end is a hot stove, the other is
They are all kinds of iron-making tools. Every step you take can leave a deep footprint on the bridge. The bridge is also trembling slightly, as if it will collapse at any time.
After a while, the brawny man walked to the gate of the city.
A faint, almost imperceptible "light film" blocked his way.
The strong man raised his head and glanced at the city gate, then put his load down and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He took off his mandarin jacket, revealing a terrifying upper body, every muscle is like a knife and axe, and people will feel scared when they look at it.
The brawny man sitting on the pole and resting for a while took the stove off, and then started to strike the iron.
During the whole process, he didn't say a word.
But that kind of naturally released terrifying aura has swept the entire Chang'an East Gate.
The people around here feel more or less breathless.
The other party was already so terrifying before he entered the city. If he entered Chang'an City, wouldn't it be like another Yue Jingyu came
Qing Lian took the lead.
The strong man raised his head and glanced at him, then immediately lowered his head and continued to strike.
"Junior Academy Qinglian, I have seen senior blacksmith." Qinglian still abide by the etiquette and salute the strong man.
The strong man said indifferently: "You are not the person I am looking for."
As the blacksmith's throat opened, a sombre aura that was suppressed to the extreme, like a wave, swept toward the people inside the city gate.
This voice was dumb, broken, and decayed.
It's like the sediment from the same old well.
Two cracks suddenly appeared under Qing Lian's hem.
This suit is still the new suit Tu Wanyue put on him before, without any damage.
Just because of a word from the blacksmith, two cracks appeared.
Tu Wanyue finally knew the identity of the person outside the city.
It's just that she didn't understand how the other party appeared here.
Qinglian lowered her head and glanced at the hem of her clothes, her eyes a little lingering, "This is not where you should be."
The blacksmith's strike of iron was slightly slower, and then he smiled: "Are the people in the academy so good as teachers?"
Qinglian said lightly: "This is a friendly reminder."
The blacksmith said: "I said, you are not the person I am looking for."
After that, the killing intent skyrocketed.
Qing Lian also reacted immediately.
Even if there is only one arm, Qinglian's sword intent has not diminished in any way.
He is still the Qinglian.
"Qinglian Sword Song?"
The blacksmith said: "Sure enough, it's extraordinary, and it's not much better than the Shuangtian sword intent of the year."
Qing Lian ignored it, but catalyzed the sword intent to the extreme.
For a time, the city gate was like a firecracker, crackling non-stop.
The blacksmith laughed loudly, waved the hammer in his hand, and slammed it hard at the iron station.
With every hammer blow, a sword intent will be forced back.
Until it was hammered thirty-six times, Qinglian's sword intent was completely forced back.
Qing Lian stood there and didn't move, but there were already countless cracks in her clothes.
Tu Wanyue wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Senior Brother.
Qing Lian squeezed her fist, her coat shattered, revealing her white underwear.
"Why keep your hands?" Qing Lian asked.
"I will answer your question for the last time. You are not the person I was looking for." The blacksmith put down the hammer and raised his hand to wipe his sweat: "I can still have such a performance after a battle with Yue Jingyu. I admire you."
"He won't come." Qing Lian said.
The blacksmith laughed: "I believe he will come."
"Even if it comes, what can you do?" Qing Lian said coldly.
"Look at him." The blacksmith said, "By the way, give him something."
Qing Lian's face became worse and worse.
This person's strength is not weaker than Yue Jingyu, and at the same time he is more cautious.
After all, after so many years of cringing, there is no such thing as vigor.
Yue Jingyu can ignore everything and enter Chang'an City, but he won't.
He stood there, but sealed everything in Chang'an City.
This is the "wisdom" of people who have survived the winter.
Of course, Qing Lian didn't think this was wisdom.
He felt that this was cowardice in another sense.
"The sword is coming." Qing Lian said.
The blacksmith still had a smile on his face, and he didn't respond to these words, and even seemed quite interesting.
Someone brought up a sword.
Qinglian looked at the person who gave the sword, and said after a long while, "You shouldn't have come."
Zhou Fei smiled slightly: "Others call to see me. If I don't come, wouldn't the world be underestimated."
Qinglian wanted to say something, Zhou Fei said, "Second brother, leave it to me."
"Can it work?"
"If you can't do it, you have to do it."
Qing Lian was silent for a moment, then retreated with the sword and stood beside the big brother.
Zhou Fei stood where Qing Lian stood before, and even moved further forward.
The distance between him and the blacksmith was only a few feet.
Both sides can reach each other with their hands.
However, neither Zhou Fei nor the blacksmith outside the city gate had any intention of reaching out.
They just looked at each other silently.
"I heard that you are looking for me." Zhou Fei took the lead to break the silence: "I have seen you now, can you go now?"
The blacksmith said: "How can someone who can defeat Yue Jingyu be so ordinary."
Zhou Fei said: "Did you know? In my dictionary, the two words "Plain" are used to describe a peerless handsome guy. So I have to thank you so much.
"Interesting," said the blacksmith.
"The more interesting thing is yet to come. If you come in, I will show it to you." Zhou Fei said.
The blacksmith said: "I am not Yue Jingyu."
"You can't become Yue Jingyu either." Zhou Fei said, "Because you didn't plant it."
The blacksmith's face remained unchanged. He said, "I have lived for many, many years, so that I am about to forget my age."
The meaning of these words is that ordinary humiliation has no effect on him.
Living to his age, he had already seen everything through.
Zhou Fei said, "I have seen you."
The blacksmith frowned slightly this time: "When?"
"Yesterday." Zhou Fei said.
"Nonsense," said the blacksmith.
"Really." Zhou Fei said with a serious face: "I had a dream last night and there was you in the dream."
"What dream?" The blacksmith was interested.
Zhou Fei said: "A very dark dream, the scene in the dream is exactly the same as now, but you are not a blacksmith, but a pig, a pig standing outside the city gate and eating swill. I was particularly curious in the dream. Why does a pig appear at the gate of the city? I think about it now. This should be a hint."
The blacksmith laughed loudly and said: "It's really funny. There are few people in the world who dare to call me a pig. You are the first and you should be the last."
Zhou Fei shrugged: "Senior is open-minded, I can't do it."
"That's because you haven't seen the real horror." The blacksmith closed his voice, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It's just such a rhetoric that will make me very disappointed."
(End of this chapter)