ninety thousand miles

Chapter 388 Bamboo Weaving
"Li Chuan? Li Chuan?" Tong Luo pushed Li Chuan twice more and found that he was really drunk.

Tong Luo was a little confused and said, "You didn't drink much, did you? Why are you drunk?"

"Same yesterday, I fell asleep while talking." Wu Kong said.

"He must have been bullied by Prince Su's people in the capital and suffered a lot." Tong Luo guessed.

"Who can really make him suffer with his temper?" Blacksmith Cen saw it more clearly and said, "I guess he is tired. When I came back last time, I discovered that he is different from before."

"What's different?" Tong Luo asked.

"It seems like he is forcing himself to move forward. Come, move him inside, let him sleep for a while, and we will continue eating." Blacksmith Cen opened some tables, and Tong Luo and Wu Kong moved Li Chuan in After arriving at Blacksmith Cen's bed, the three of them continued eating and drinking.

Blacksmith Cen asked Wu Kong, "Did Master Wen say anything when he sent him back?"

Wu Kong shook his head and said, "Daozhang Wen sat for a while and then went to Xuanshui Mountain. Brother Li, he seemed to have returned home, and I didn't know he was home."

"It shouldn't be that he is injured or seriously ill," Blacksmith Cen thought for a moment and said, "Let's not make random guesses. I thought about it, and the big demons in other places who have no grievances and no grudges will not We are here to look for trouble, so we should pay more attention to the news from Ziyun Cave and Lanshan Pavilion, that’s all.”

"That's right," Wu Kong said, "After that, I'll go over there and take a look at the surroundings."

"Well, I happen to be going to Xiushan County tomorrow. I'll also ask those people what news they have recently." Blacksmith Cen said.

……

Li Chuan slept until dusk.

When he woke up, he looked at the unfamiliar beams and fell into a trance again. The quilt on his body was warm and smelled of soot. It was... he fell asleep again.

Li Chuan opened the quilt, got out of bed, and walked out. There was no one outside, so he opened the door and walked outside.

At this time, the sky was filled with red clouds, and the half-yellow leaves were falling to the ground in the wind.

Blacksmith Cen was sitting on a wooden box not far away, whittling a piece of bamboo. There was a bundle of bamboos of different thicknesses beside him.

So Li Chuan also brought a small wooden box over, picked up a piece of bamboo, and began to peel it.

After Blacksmith Cen finished whittling the bamboo in his hand, he turned around and saw that Li Chuan had whittled two bamboo pieces, one round and one flat. Li Chuan drilled a hole in the flat piece of bamboo and inserted the round one. Go, then rub your hands together, and the bamboo dragonfly flies out.

"Can you still do this?" Blacksmith Cen said.

"I know a lot, I can also make bamboo firecrackers," Li Chuan said, excitedly finding a piece of bamboo as thick as his thumb and started peeling it.

Not long after, the bamboo cannon was ready. After trying it twice, he ran to the back, picked some camphor tree seeds, came back, pressed them tightly in the bamboo cannon, and with a snap, the seeds flew out.

"How's it going?" Li Chuan showed off to Blacksmith Cen.

Blacksmith Cen endured it and said, "There happens to be a market in a few days. You can make more and set up a stall to sell."

"It's not impossible. How about we go together one day? You sharpen the kitchen knife and I sell bamboo crackers?" Li Chuan said.

"Really going?" Blacksmith Cen asked.

Li Chuan said: "If you go, I will go."

Blacksmith Cen put down his sword and said, "You said you made a very powerful sword. What kind of sword does it look like? Can you show it to me?"

"Did I say this?" Li Chuan couldn't remember anything.

"Yes, you laughed while talking, and then you got drunk." Blacksmith Cen described Li Chuan's behavior.

"The sword is with Daochang Wen. When he comes back, I will ask him to show it to you," Li Chuan said.

"Then let's see if we can meet him," Blacksmith Cen said, and then asked, "How powerful is he?"

Li Chuan thought for a while and said, "Just before repairing the sword, Xuanmen's record about me is probably Li Chuan, the eighteenth generation descendant of "The Classic of Patterns". Now I will add a sentence about the creation of the Tianqi Sword." "One of them?" Blacksmith Cen asked.

"Master Wen," Li Chuan said.

"The name of the sword is Tianqi?"

"Yes, I started it." Li Chuan said, he felt very proud and said: "The Palace Supervisor was saying that the Tianqi Sword is a divine weapon, and it is more powerful than the heavenly magic weapon. The divine weapon Tianqi Sword. "

"Then I must take a look," Blacksmith Cen asked, "When will Director Wen come back?"

"I don't know, but I won't be there for too long. There are still many things to do in the capital." Li Chuan also put down the bamboo cannon in his hand and said, "When I get back, I plan to see Prince Su again. If he is still alive at that time, ”

"Aren't you annoying him?" Blacksmith Cen asked.

"You have to ask, I'm pretty good at interrogating. You don't know, right?" Li Chuan said.

"I know, I know, I'm waiting for you to lead me to set up a stall and make a lot of money." Blacksmith Cen said.

"Tong Luo went back?" Li Chuan asked.

"After dinner, we left." Blacksmith Cen said.

"He is indeed a sharp archer." Li Chuan admired him very much.

Blacksmith Cen glanced at him and said, "You scholars are just grinding away."

Li Chuan smiled, and after a while, he said, "Weave a few more baskets?"

"Okay." Blacksmith Cen agreed.

The two began to weave baskets. The two of them argued for a while because of their different weaving methods. After that, they each made one according to their own methods.

Li Chuan looked at the basket he placed unsteadily on the ground and said, "I haven't knitted it for a long time. When I go back to practice, you can see that I knitted this one. It's stronger."

"Do you want to give it a name too?" Blacksmith Cen laughed at him.

Li Chuan didn't answer. He stood up, stretched his waist, and stretched his arms back and forth, feeling very comfortable.

It was getting dark.

Wu Kong walked up from the bottom of the mountain. When he saw them, he said, "What are you doing? Why have you made so many baskets?"

"Don't touch it. You have to set up a stall to sell it. If it's damaged, you won't be able to sell it for the price," Blacksmith Cen said with a smile, "It's windy. Go back to your house. I'll clean it up."

When he saw Li Chuan bending down to help him clean up, he immediately stopped him and said, "Well done, don't make any more trouble. Go back quickly. Don't let the wind blow you. If you get sick, I will pay for your medicine."

Wu Kong also pulled Li Chuan into the house and said, "Let's go back and have a rest. Don't fall asleep just talking."

Li Chuan had no choice but to go back to the room and sit down.

"Where did you go just now?" Li Chuan asked.

Wukong said: "I just walked around and watched the sky darken, then came back." He asked Li Chuan: "Are you really okay?"

"It's okay. I'm just in low spirits this time. Just lie down." Li Chuan said, "Maybe I didn't lie down enough when I came back from the Shenxia Temple last time, so I didn't feel well. The main thing is that I don't want to take medicine anymore. It's okay if I don't drink it anyway." You have to lie down, and you have to lie down when you drink.”

"We have to find a way to cure it, right?" Wu Kong said.

"Let's talk about it again," Li Chuan didn't care much and said, "I slept all afternoon today and feel much better."

After Blacksmith Cen came back, the three of them had a meal. They didn't drink this time and went to bed early. Early the next morning, they took a carriage and headed to Xiushan County.

(End of this chapter)