Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Sword-making is supposed to be a slow work and meticulous work, at least in the traditional aesthetic sense. In the legend of Gan Jiang Moxie, even human life is needed as a sacrifice for the birth of a sword. However, in Li Xin, there is no such meaningless beauty.

Lao Wang is a very strong middle-aged man. His skin was as black as dry charcoal due to being smoked by the stove all the year round. He picked up the long-nosed pliers and took away a red iron ingot, and took it to a temporary workbench to set it aside.

Then, the air echoed with a rhythmic jingle and thumping sound.

Chen Xinheng watched Lao Wang's movements and slowly asked Li Dadao beside him: "According to your calculations, this time...should we be able to succeed?"

"It should be possible." Li Xin replied calmly.

"What if it fails?" Chen Xinheng asked.

Li Xin smiled and said, "Then prove that I was wrong."

Chen Xinheng laughed blankly. He savored this brief conversation in silence, and seemed to have caught a bit of science from it, and he sank into his thoughts without knowing it.

Li Xin didn't bother to care about him, so he went back to his tent to make up his mind.

In this temporary camp, there are three shifts of iron smelting day and night. In twelve hours a day, there was not even a moment of silence, and Li Xin naturally did not rest well. In addition, there is a lot of data to be processed, and his calculations are overwhelming, his sleep is a little shallow, and he often doesn't sleep well. Therefore, he has to go back to the tent to catch up when he has time. Even if you can't sleep, squinting with your eyes closed is good.

He knew that this was a critical juncture, and he must not fall ill.

As he fell into a daze, he couldn’t help thinking—if it proves that the tuft is really steel, then he must give Youlan a self-defense dagger, make it look good, and give it to She, maybe, when she is happy, she will kiss me again?

Chen Xinheng happened to be back in the tent at this time. He had some questions to ask Li Xin, but when he saw Li Xin lying on the bed, he couldn't speak. Others don't know, he still knows. Li Xin has been very hard recently.

However, he took a closer look at Li Xin's expression-no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the smile on this guy's face was an eyesore, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Well, I can only say that as Chen Youlan's elder brother, Chen Xinheng, the sixth sense is quite accurate.

With this sleep, Li Xin accidentally slept peacefully. It seems that the rhythmic sound of iron strikes may actually help sleep.

He lifted the quilt on his body, rubbing his eyes and asked, "How's it going?"

Chen Xinheng was also dozing off, and casually replied: "I don't know, it should be almost done."

The two looked at each other, cut each other, and got up and walked out of the tent together.

It was already evening at this time. Li Xin asked Wang Gui who was guarding outside: "How is Lao Wang's side? Has the knife been hit?"

Wang Gui replied: "It's already done."

The three of them walked to Lao Wang's temporary workbench.

Seeing what Lao Wang was waving from a distance, Li Xin asked loudly, "How is it?"

Lao Wang immediately responded with excitement: "Treasure knife! Treasure knife! Hahaha!" He cheered, like a child who just got some kind of novel toy-to some extent, it is true. In the past, he always had to repeatedly forge the iron block dozens of times to get a good knife, but this time, he only beat it a few times before starting to shape it, and the knife finally got so cold and shining. , I dare not stare, for fear that even the eyes will be stinged.

This is a brand new experience like never before.

Li lost his confidence, but refused to slow down, and tried to take a few steps forward, trying to take the knife in Pharaoh's hand. But Wang Gui stopped him.

Wang Gui took the initiative to take the knife from Lao Wang, and then passed it to Li Xin's hand.

It is Wang Gui's job to ensure that his prince stays away from any danger. It was also an obsession that he never let go of.

Li Xin didn't say anything about Wang Gui. After all, there is nothing wrong with being careful. He silently took the long knife that Wang Gui handed over, and it was heavy, giving people an illusion of stability.

The length of this knife is the same as that of an adult's arm, and looking at its sharpness, it seems that it can cut off an adult's arm without any effort.

"What do you think?" Li Xin asked Wang Gui.

Wang Gui replied: "The best knife in the past few days is not weaker than 100 steelmaking, and it is even worse."

Li Xin laughed.

Wang Gui has spent years with a knife. You can tell the good or bad of the knife with your eyes. Not to mention that he had touched the knife with his own hand just now. He already knew the hardness and toughness of this knife-it was indeed the best knife in recent days.

Li Xin tried to shake the knife in his hand, frightening Chen Xinheng beside him to walk away, for fear of being scratched.

"You can be careful! If you dare to try the knife with me, you see that Youlan can't cry for you!" Chen Xinheng shouted.

Li Xin rolled his eyes and ignored Chen Xinheng. Instead, he slashed at a wrought iron ingot placed on the edge of the workbench with a knife.

Jingle.

The iron ingot was chipped off and fell to the ground.

It's done.

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