Jincheng flower hour

The road through the county seat in Laili is full of mulberry forests, and the girls picking mulberry four or five times are full of laughter and occasionally stop to talk on the side of the road.There were many carriages and horses passing by the roadside, and they invited their friends and companions to watch the dealer's carriages and horses alone.

This is just an ordinary car. There is no eye-catching decoration on the body, but there are eye-catching people on the car.

Zhuang Yang has a beautiful appearance, gorgeous clothes, and is extremely young.

The mulberry-picking girls chased after Zhuang Yang, chattering all over the place, the girls of the countryside, uneducated.

Zhuang Yang ignored him, he leaned against the carriage, let the spring breeze blow his face, his eyes fell on the small flowers and weeds by the roadside, there were half-bloomed yellow Michelia flowers, white bitter cauliflower, and a little bit of purple Embellished among them is the purple flower Physalis grass.

The carriage that was strolling suddenly accelerated, and Zhuang Yang turned to look at Liu Hong beside him, and saw that the corners of his mouth were curled up, and Liu Hong had a clear smile.The horse-drawn carriage ran, and the dust raised, as expected, annoyed the onlookers.Liu Hong realized that his little thoughts were noticed by Zhuang Yang, and he muttered: "Noisy."

Zhuang Yang smiled. He looked at Liu Hong's young and handsome face. He thought that if Liu Hong put on decent clothes, these women would be chasing after him, but he didn't know who they were.

The young Liu Hong has sword eyebrows and star eyes, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger.

The car enters the county, passing through the bustling shops and wealthy mansions, and finally arrives at an unattractive private house shaded by trees.

Before the car reached the gate of the courtyard, servants had already come out to meet them.Liu Hong drove the carriage to an old apricot tree, "Erlang, it's cool here", he noticed that Zhuang Yang had thin sweat on his forehead, and the breeze under the tree was quite comfortable.

This is the residence of the famous Confucianist Yan Fuzi in Linqiong. There are two carriages parked in the courtyard. Obviously there are not many people who come to visit.

The servant entered the room to announce, and soon Master Yan went out to welcome Zhuang Yang in person, and invited Zhuang Yang into the hall.Liu Hong followed Zhuang Yang just like Zhuang Yang's attendant.

Zhuang Yang and Master Yan chatted at the table, while Liu Hong stood sideways.Master Yan looked up at Liu Hong, saw him with a bow and arrow on his back, and asked Zhuang Yang: "Who is this person?"

When the Zhuang family arrived, a servant had already gone to the backyard school to inform them. If they could not, they saw Zhuang Ping hurried over, saluted his master and elder brother, and sat beside Zhuang Yang.Zhuang Ping is gentle, prudent, and has the appearance of an adult.

"Ping, the weather is getting warmer, brother will bring you spring clothes. There is also a box of candied dates sent by Alanto."

Liu Hong handed a package of items to Zhuang Ping, and Zhuang Ping took it to thank him.

Only then did Zhuang Yang ask about Zhuang Ping's homework, both his master and Zhuang Ping. The conversation between the three of them was mostly about poetry and prose, which seemed boring to Liu Hong.

Liu Hong left quietly and went to the courtyard. He was lying on the carriage, and took out a broken ring-shou knife from the carriage to look at it.There are swordsmiths in the store, and they can be brought to the swordsmith for repairs, so Liu Hongcai brought it here.

"Brother Hong, why did the knife break?"

Hearing a sound behind him, Liu Hong sat up and saw Zhuang Ping walking towards him.

"I caught a thief the day before yesterday and accidentally chopped it off. I'll take it to a swordsmith for repairs later."

From Zhuang Ping's point of view, this saber was already dead, and he saw Liu Hong carrying it two years ago. It was an old saber two years ago.

"A Ping, I think Erlang won't finish the conversation so quickly. I'll go to the shop to repair the knife. You can tell Erlang for me."

Liu Hong jumped out of the carriage and carried the broken knife. His unruly posture of carrying the knife reminded Zhuang Ping of Duan Youjiao who was licking blood from the knife head.No wonder, after all, the two are masters and apprentices.If he hadn't known Liu Hong for a long time, Zhuang Ping would have thought that he was fierce and dangerous.

Watching Liu Hong leave, Zhuang Ping couldn't imagine how tall this neighbor was.

Liu Hong is very familiar with the shops in Linqiong County. He walked around an alley and entered a low house, which was the place where the swordsmiths smelted.

Liu Hong handed over the broken knife, connected a piece of it, and asked, "Can it be repaired?"

The swordsmith picked up the broken knife and looked at it, and said with disgust: "This kind of broken knife has been lost long ago, so what's the use of repairing it?"

"Use it well, if you really can't mend it, what good knife do you have here?"

Liu Hong was not annoyed, this is really a broken knife, but after two years, it is still a bit regretful to see that it is no longer usable.

The swordsmith dragged out a box of swords in a hurry, and Liu Hong picked out a ring-headed sword from it. The scabbard was dark red, made of hard wood, and the handle was made of fine copper. The blade was sharp and radiant, an unusual color. and material.

"This is [-]-year-old steel, you can't afford it."

The swordsmith reached out to put the knife away, but Liu Hong dodged it lightly, and fiddled with the knife twice.Thinking about it, this humble knife maker is not an ordinary person.

"How much is the asking price?"

Liu Hong held on to it, and didn't want to let it go.

"Not for sale, this is a knife specially forged for Qin Gongcao."

When the swordsmith was about to call someone or report to the official, he suddenly heard a commotion outside.Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, accompanied by the sound of carriages and horses, these voices became louder and louder.

Liu Hong and the knife maker ran out of the street almost at the same time, just as they saw a mad horse pulling a tilted cart and galloping all the way, not to mention destroying objects along the street, and trampling pedestrians.Sitting in the car was a young man holding an umbrella and crying:

"Help! The horse is crazy!"

The coachman yelled at the people in the street:

"Avoid, avoid!"

Liu Hong saw that the carriage on one side of the carriage was separated from the yoke, obviously the ropes that tied it had been broken, and the horse might have been frightened suddenly while galloping, and then went mad.

This is simple, just cut off the rope that is tied to the crossbar and yoke on the other side, and separate the horse from the cart.

Liu Hong rushed to the middle of the road, turned over and jumped on the horse under the exclamation of everyone. He was as vigorous as a leopard. He swung his knife and slashed at the side of the car. Simply cut off the yoke together.

The car body broke away, rolled aside, rattled, and turned over.

The horse ran wildly, kicked its legs, and wanted to throw Liu Hong off. Liu Hong clamped the horse's body, whistled as a herdsman, and tamed the horse.

In the past at the old Duan's house, there was a lot of brushing around, but today it came in handy.

Liu Hongxin reined in the horse and led the horse back to the street.The owner of the car has climbed out of the carriage. It is a young man in fine clothes who is scolding his driver.The coachman was also a young man, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the fall, and he let himself be beaten and scolded without saying a word.

Seeing Liu Hong coming back, the young man in Chinese clothes threw away the driver, jumped up and down and shouted: "Warrior!"

"Warrior, dare to ask your name!"

"Warriors are brave!

"Warriors are willing to be my coachman!"

"Warrior, warrior, why don't you speak?"

Liu Hong: "..."

Liu Hong jumped off his horse and handed the reins to the unfortunate coachman.He turned around and was about to leave handsomely. Amidst the crowd's sideways glances and exclamation, he was about to leave without leaving his name behind, waving his sleeves and not taking a single cloud with him—"Boy! Return the knife quickly!"

The swordsmith chased after him like a beast, waving a bronze halberd in his hand.Liu Hong raised the ring head knife and looked at it, reluctant to part with it.

"Sell me."

"Sell him."

"You can't afford it."

"I can afford it!"

The young man in Chinese clothes took out his money bag and put it heavily into the swordsmith's hand. The swordsmith still wanted to tell: "It's not about the money, this is a knife specially forged for Qin Gongcao!"

"Old Qin, I know him, I'll just intercede for you."

The youth in Chinese clothes patted his chest.

Liu Hong handed the knife back to the knife maker, turned around and left.

"Oh, warrior, don't go."

"Warrior, who is your last name? Where does your family live?"

"warrior……"

Liu Hong felt that he shouldn't have rescued him just now, and let him fall into the stinky ditch ahead with his horse and cart, but his ears were clean.

"Hiro."

Hearing a familiar voice calling him, Liu Hong raised his head and saw Zhuang Yang standing under a peach tree beside the road. Zhuang Yang was smiling at him, maybe he had seen the heroic scene of himself just now.

The conversation between Zhuang Yang and Yan Fuzi was not long. He went out of the yard to find Zhuang Ping. Zhuang Ping told him that Liu Hong went to the knifesmith's shop to repair his broken knife.Although Zhuang Yang didn't know martial arts, he knew that weapons would not last long after being repaired, not to mention Liu Hong's ring sword should have been replaced long ago.Knowing that Liu Hong could not afford to buy a good knife, he wanted to follow along and buy one for him.

When he came to the shop, Zhuang Yang first saw the crazy horse dragging the cart running wildly in the street, and then he saw Liu Hong's heroic posture of jumping the horse to block and cut off the side of the cart.If we hadn't known him for a long time and knew what he was capable of, we would have been amazed by his superb martial arts just like the people shouting around.

This boy has never been different from ordinary people.

"Hiro."

Zhuang Yang called him, Liu Hong immediately smiled and rushed towards Zhuang Yang.

Just now he had a vicious and disgusted face, when he saw Zhuang Yang, he smiled like a child begging for candy.

"Erlang, did you see me blocking the horse?!"

"I saw it."

Zhuang Yang looked at Liu Hong and confirmed that he was not injured.

"What happened to that knife?"

"The swordsmith didn't sell me. He said it was made of steel. Someone already ordered it."

Liu Hong regretted it, he would find a way to make up enough money, the knife is really good, but unfortunately someone has already asked for it.

"warrior."

Hearing the sound, Liu Hong turned his head and saw the young man in Huafu following him.

"What's the matter?"

Liu Hong had to pay attention to him.

"Warriors are willing to be my coachman. I am Zhang Changsheng, the son of Zhang Wanwan."

The young man in Chinese clothes bowed and saluted. He looked about the same age as Liu Hong, and his appearance was fair and upright. When he looked at Liu Hong, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen something novel and interesting.

"This man is my coachman. If Zhang Lang wants to come, he will not be able to take away people's love."

Zhuang Yang saluted, his words were gentle.

Zhang Changsheng looked at the gentle and elegant Zhuang Yang, and then at the unruly Liu Hong. He felt that the two of them were not like masters and servants. Although the warrior was dressed in civilian clothes, he was as mighty as a general.

"The warrior, can you tell me his name, so that I can come and thank you."

"No need to thank you, Zhuli Liuhong."

Liu Hong felt that the two Zhuang Lan got together, and the noise was roughly like this.Fearing that Zhang Changsheng would be entangled again, Liu Hong took Zhuang Yang and left in a hurry.

When the two returned to Yan's house, Zhuang Yangcai said: "Lingqiong has a million chapters, and he is a wealthy Linqiong. I heard that there are hundreds of children in his family."

Liu Hong responded, "Oh."

Such noisy, no matter how rich you are, you will avoid it for thousands of miles, not to mention that Liu Hong has never paid attention to the rich and the squire.

The two returned to Zhuli, Liu Hong drove the car, Zhuang Yang looked at the broken knife at Liu Hong's feet, Zhuang Yang said: "Ah Hong, with your talent, you are worthy of a hundred steelmaking." Liu Hong was praised by Zhuang Yang, The corners of the mouth raised.In Liu Hong's eyes, other people's praise is worthless, but Zhuang Jia Erlang's praise sounds extremely wonderful to Liu Hong.