Eternal gate

When Zhao Yun opened the door of his house with a book basket on his back, night had fallen.

In the backyard, there was no sound of iron hammering, but there was a lot of rustling.

When I walked in, I saw an old blacksmith polishing a long gun.

"Baby, I'm back." Seeing Zhao Yun, the blacksmith smiled gently.

"Dad, why is this iron gun silver?" Zhao Yun asked curiously.

"Added two taels of meteorite sand." The old blacksmith smiled.

"The buyer is not an ordinary person!" Zhao Yun sighed.

"No buyer."

"What about this meteorite?"

"It's been passed down from our ancestors."

The old blacksmith said, before polishing the spear, he took out a small carving knife.

When it was over, I saw him carving something on the body of the gun.

Mr. Zhao was curious and came over to take a look, only to realize that his father was carving a dragon.

"How are you doing in martial arts?" the blacksmith suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun immediately started pretending to be stupid, "What kind of martial arts."

"The Lin family's marksmanship."

"Dad, did you know this earlier?"

When the matter was revealed, Zhao Yun stopped pretending to be stupid and lowered his head subconsciously.

Blacksmith Zhao smiled very gently and did not scold him. As a father, how could he not know that his child went out early and came back late every day? It would be strange if there was nothing wrong with him!

"I have not neglected my studies." Zhao Yun whispered.

"You can learn if you want to, no need to be secretive." Blacksmith Zhao smiled again.

Although he is a rough man, he is not as pedantic as outsiders say.

The writing is also good.

It doesn’t matter if it’s martial arts.

As long as the baby is willing, he will never stop him.

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up again, and he thought he was about to be beaten.

Unexpectedly, my father was so open-minded. I didn't expect it.

"Show some marksmanship to dad." The blacksmith put down the carving knife and handed over the spear. The kid had been secretly practicing martial arts for so long. He also wanted to know how much martial arts Coach Lin taught his kid. How many skills have I learned.

good!

Zhao Yun rolled up his sleeves, held a spear in his hand, and stepped forward with an arrow.

Then, there was a buzzing sound, and the spear was in his hand, dancing exquisitely. It must have been too strong, and the leaves in the courtyard flew down in pieces.

Tiejiang Zhao felt happy when he saw it, his cloudy old eyes shining brightly.

You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be scared when you look at it

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One jump.

His son is actually a prodigy in martial arts.

The Lin family's marksmanship is very tricky, but they are not very easy to learn.

It has only been a long time before he has become so proficient in cultivation.

Moreover, he seems to be playing more energetically than Coach Lin.

Mentioning Coach Lin, he also stroked his beard thoughtfully.

It is undeniable that Xiao Lintou is indeed a competent master. If not, it would be impossible to teach everyone the ancestral marksmanship.

"Thank you."

Tiejiang Zhao's murmur was full of gratitude.

He is getting old, and he may not have a few more years to live. No matter if his child is practicing martial arts, if he is gone one day, his child will not be bullied.

call!

Here, Zhao Yun had put away his gun and let out a long breath of turbid air.

"This gun was specially made for you, but I still like it." The blacksmith smiled.

Zhao Yun was stunned, overjoyed, and couldn't put it down, stroking the spear.

It is very extraordinary, and you will feel a warm feeling when you hold it, which is quite friendly.

"Give it a name!" The blacksmith touched Zhao Yun's little head.

"Dad carved a dragon pattern and called it a dragon pattern gun?" Zhao Yun smiled.

This night,

He slept with the dragon pattern gun in his arms, and he could wake up laughing even in his dreams.

It was of great significance that his father personally forged weapons for him.

The blacksmith who couldn't sleep sat in front of his house most of the night.

Across the door, Uncle Niu is also there. He hasn't seen him for many days and has lost a lot of weight.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have had so many babies."

Uncle Niu sighed, whether he was talking to the blacksmith or to himself.

In the year of severe drought, God is not open to the problem. There are many children, and they all starve.

early morning,

Zhao Yun got up early and went out with his book basket on his back.

After him, there was Blacksmith Zhao, carrying a bamboo basket and heading straight out of the town.

Along with him was Uncle Niu. There was no food left at home, so he had to look for food. There were a lot of wild vegetables in the valley, which could also fill his stomach.

Gulu!

Zhao Yun's journey, Xiao

My belly was protesting.

The amount of food is too big, half a bowl of gruel is not enough.

Fortunately, he is not picky about food. He will secretly pick up the leaves when he goes to a place where no one is around. Although the taste is not very good, it is better than being hungry. It is good to have leaves. After a long time, he may not even be able to eat the leaves. .

It was still the same bridge hole. When he arrived, Ye Banxian was already there.

The old man has been in poor condition recently and can sleep soundly without a bed.

According to him, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep, and if you don't have enough money, you can still have sweet dreams of big fish and meat. He is not greedy for more, just a few meat buns will be enough.

"If you don't teach today, go find Wang Xiaoguan."

Ye Banxian waved his hand casually without opening his eyes.

He had to find Feng Yu Lu as soon as possible before he was too hungry to walk.

Zhao Yun didn't say much, turned around and went straight to Wang's house.

He was like this for several days.

However, Wang Yuanwai's faraway home is a bit far away.

Half a month has passed and he has not returned.

Wang Xiaoguan, on the other hand, was so loyal that he turned his father's study upside down.

Unfortunately, I still haven't found the book.

Only half a month, for the people in the town, it can be said that the days are like years.

In the past, Wutong Town looked green from the outside because it was full of sycamore trees.

Now look again, how depressed it is.

Too many people climb trees, and there is food on the trees.

Both bark and leaves can satisfy hunger.

In the second month,

I just saw the king. I don’t know where he went. He was covered in dust.

After hearing the news, Zhao Yun, who was brushing the leaves, jogged all the way here.

When he arrived, he saw his master, a half-immortal, standing at the door of Wang's house and shouting,

"Fat Wang, where is my book?"

"It's you, the bastard again, looking for a beating?"

"Hey!"

Woof woof woof!

Wang Yuanwai did not come out, but Rhubarb came out. If you catch him, you will bite him.

Thanks to Zhao Yun for coming early, and thanks to the palace steward coming out in time.

Otherwise, Dahuang would send him away.

"Dad, where is the "Wind and Rain Record"?"

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In the house, Wang Xiaoguan is like a follower. He follows Mr. Wang wherever he goes.

It's okay if I don't mention the book, but when I mention the book, Lao Wang's anger can't be suppressed.

Until now, his beloved "Qing Ping Mei" has not been recovered.

It can't be said that it can't be found.

I’m really embarrassed to ask for it!

"Sold." Wang Yuanwai said angrily.

"Ah? The half-immortal is pointing at it to pray for rain?"

"Do you believe what the magic stick says?"

"If you don't keep everything together, you can really ask for rain."

"You kid." Wang Yuanwai said and walked a few steps quickly.

"Who did he sell it to?" Wang Xiaoguan held on to his sleeve tightly.

"It's not sold, it's lost." Wang Yuanwai couldn't stand the stubbornness of the baby and finally told the truth, "The year you were born, some bad guys came to steal things from the house and threw away a lot of property, including the wind and rain record."

This is not good news.

At least, to Zhao Yun and the half-immortal, it was like a bolt from the blue.

If you sell it, you might be able to get it back, but if it's stolen by a gangster, where can you find it?

"Dad, many people are starving to death in this town."

"There will be a severe drought and more people will starve to death in the future."

"Let's go give some more porridge!" Looking at Zhao Yun and Ye Banxian walking away, Wang Xiaoguan tugged on his father's sleeves again.

For a long time, Lao Wang didn't say anything.

The landlord's family doesn't have much food in stock.

There is no harvest, and if this continues, not to mention the poor, even those from well-off families will not be able to survive for long.

"What's wrong with stealing? Stealing books." Ye Banxian cursed.

"How about you keep calculating, where is the book?" Zhao Yun whispered.

"If you have that kind of practice as a teacher, you won't be bitten by a dog." The half-immortal limped and walked a long way. He didn't forget to look back and saw Wang's rhubarb, hanging his tongue, squatting at the door. Seriously, if you take it home and stew it with a pot of good wine, it will taste great.

As he thought about it, his saliva flowed down unconsciously.

The master and the apprentice walked on the street with sad expressions, and from time to time, they looked up at the sky.

The weather is still the same, there will be no rain.

But this drought will be protracted.