Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Forging a sword should be a slow and meticulous job, at least in the traditional aesthetic sense. According to the legend of Ganjiang Moxie, human life is even required as a sacrifice for the birth of a sword. However, here in Li Xin, there is no such meaningless sense of 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 still red iron ingot, and took it to the temporary workbench aside to put it away.

Then, the very rhythmic clanging and beating sound echoed in the air.

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

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

"What if it fails?" Chen Xinheng asked.

Li Xin smiled and said, "That proves that I was wrong."

Chen Xinheng couldn't help laughing. He savored the brief conversation in silence, and seemed to have grasped a bit of science from it, and sank into his thoughts unconsciously.

Li Xin didn't bother to care about him, and went back to his tent to catch up on sleep.

In this temporary camp, there are three shifts, iron smelting day and night. During the twelve hours a day, there was not even a moment of silence, so Li Xin naturally did not rest very well. In addition, there is a lot of data to be processed, and he is overwhelmed by the calculations, and his sleep is a little shallow, and he often cannot sleep well. Therefore, he would go back to the tent to catch up on sleep whenever he was free. Even if you can't fall asleep, it's good to close your eyes and squint for a while.

He knew that this was the critical moment, and he must not fall ill.

When he fell into a sleepy sleep, he couldn't help thinking——if it proves that the lump is really steel, then he must give Youlan a self-defense dagger, make it look better, and give it to him. She, maybe, when she is happy, she will kiss me again?

Chen Xinheng happened to come back to the tent at this time. He originally wanted to ask Li Xin some questions, but when he saw Li Xin lying on the bed, he couldn't open his mouth. Others don't know, but he still knows. Li Xin has been working 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 abnormal things he was thinking.

Well, I can only say that Chen Xinheng, as Chen Youlan's elder brother, has a very accurate sixth sense.

This time, Li Xin unexpectedly slept peacefully. It seems that the rhythmic sound of hammering iron may actually help sleep.

He lifted the quilt on his body, rubbed his eyes and asked, "how is it?"

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

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

It was already evening. Li Xin asked Wang Gui, who was guarding outside, "How is the old Wang? Is the knife ready?"

Wang Gui replied, "It's ready."

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

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

Lao Wang immediately responded excitedly: "Bao Dao! Bao Dao! Hahaha!" He was jumping for joy, like a child who just got some novelty toy-in a way, it was true. In the past, he always had to repeatedly forge the iron block dozens of times before he could get a suitable knife, but this time, he only forged it a few times before he began to forge the shape, and the knife he got in the end was so cold and shining , It makes people dare not stare, for fear that even their eyes will be stung.

This is a brand new experience that has never been seen before.

Li's confidence relaxed, but he refused to slow down, trying to move forward a few steps, wanting to go forward to take the knife in Old Wang's hand. But Wang Gui stopped him.

Wang Gui took the initiative to step forward, took the knife from Lao Wang, and then handed it over to Li Xin.

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

Li Xin didn't say anything about Wang Gui either. After all, there is nothing wrong with being careful. He silently took the long knife from Wang Gui, and started with a heavy hand, giving people an illusion of security.

The length of this knife is equivalent to that of an adult's arm, and judging by 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 knives these days are not inferior to Bailian Steel at all, and even worse."

Li Xin laughed out loud.

Wang Gui has been using knives for many years. With a glance, you can distinguish the quality of the knife from the bad. Not to mention that he had touched the knife with his own hands just now. He had already known the hardness and toughness of this knife—it was indeed the best performing knife in recent days.

Li Xin tried to swing the knife in his hand, and Chen Xinheng, who was beside him, hurried away in fright, for fear of being scratched.

"Be careful! If you dare to try my knife, Youlan won't cry to death!" Chen Xinheng shouted.

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

Jingle.

A corner of the iron ingot was cut off and fell to the ground.

It's done.