Long Ying was absolutely fascinated by her, and he met her breath and said: "I can guarantee that in the dark tent, I will treat Xiumei the same way I would treat Xiumei. Open your eyes, I can't see you."
With your eyes, you cannot see the charming world inside you."
Hua Xiumei responded with a "hmm" and spun around to get out of his arms and spin towards the other end of the bridge. In the short distance of about two feet, her hands, feet and slender body made more than a hundred movements like flowing water, each time.
Each movement and limbs coordinate seamlessly, and each dance posture is integral. No posture is the same, but together it is an indivisible whole dance. There is some unfathomable eternal meaning hidden in the changes, even though there is no drum music.
The accompaniment, but just from the rhythm of her dancing posture, Long Ying could clearly and clearly feel the strong rhythm that seemed to be transmitted from her subtle movements.
This dancer, who is unparalleled in the world, is as light as a swallow. When she touches the ground with her long and powerful toes and moves back and forth, she is as light as nothing. Although she is still grounded, she gives people the illusion of flying freely.
Her expression was so focused that it was almost divine, and everything she passed seemed to cause dazzling ripples.
Long Ying was dazzled by the sight, and he wholeheartedly enjoyed her unparalleled way of showing love.
It looked like he was about to dance to the outside of the bridge, but suddenly Long Ying noticed that she was approaching. She was clearly dancing backward, but she was moving forward. For the first time, Long Ying didn't trust his eyes, and at the same time he knew that his mind had been completely captured by her.
The difference from before is that she returned to the mortal world from a fairyland, and she no longer danced as if no one else was watching. Her eyes followed the face with flying hair, and kept glancing at him, and she also moved her eyes to emphasize her concentration.
Just like the chaos of dancing postures and steps, she does not conceal the joy that can no longer be hidden in her heart. She can flatter her lover and act coquettishly, or look back at him, or send him a direct flirtatious look, which can always draw away the three souls and seven souls of Long Ying.
Her movements became exaggerated, yet so subtle. The only thing that could accommodate two extreme and contradictory postures was the tension in her bones, proudly showing Long Ying the most moving beauty of her body, the beauty of her full lines.
As she danced toward him, Hua Xiumei opened her mouth slightly and sang a Qiuci love song that Long Ying couldn't understand. Whether she understood it or not was not important anymore. Embedding her delicate and beautiful figure, she seemed to be chanting, ethereal and graceful, like
The cloud-like singing voice lingers in this ancient and beautiful city far away from the Middle East, making the deserted long street in the dark night enveloped in a dense atmosphere that makes it impossible or unwilling to leave. Kucha City is no longer Kucha City.
But the deep valley in dreams.
When he woke up the next day, the beautiful flowers were curled up in his arms like little sheep.
The wind and rain come at night, and the spring rain comes at dawn, turning into a lustful rain powder, conquering the world outside the window.
Long Ying couldn't put it down and caressed her smooth and fragrant body. He thought of the night dance with the sweetheart in his arms last night, her elegance and refined, unique way of romance. Her unreserved and passionate love when they were lingering until death, a ball of never-ending fire ignited in her heart.
Extinguished love fire.
There was never a moment when he knew her better than at this moment.
Maybe when people reach a certain limit, there will be insurmountable barriers, but he knows that he has crossed this limit and reached a state of perfect harmony with her.
Based on the tragic experiences in the past, Linghua Xiumei felt tired of life. However, her attachment to life was not wiped out by the ruthless reality. Her enthusiasm was reflected in her singing and dancing skills, which became her entire life. For others
People, including her brother. She had sealed and hidden her true self. But last night, she had released herself to the fullest.
Long Ying knew that she had woken up early and said, "Do you know why I never asked Xiumei to return to China with me?"
Hua Xiumei took a bite out of his shoulder with her neat, white teeth, feeling a slight pain that went deep into her heart.
Long Ying said to himself: "Because Hua Jia belongs to Qiuci. Without Hua Jia Qiuci, it would be like the crown losing its most dazzling gem, and it can no longer become the highest symbol."
Hua Xiumei took his second bite.
The Dragon Eagle roared with an exaggerated cry, and Xuexue cried out in pain: "Do you want to buy someone's life?"
Hua Xiumei said sternly: "Xiumei is settling a score with you. Is this what your "not cheating on the secret account" actually looks like?"
Long Ying laughed hoarsely and said: "If you want to blame Hua, you have to blame yourself for being young and ignorant. The so-called 'not deceiving the dark account' is irrelevant at all. The most important thing is not to deceive yourself, and don't let time slip through your fingers. Hee hee! I can say any despicable and shameless things to get everyone to sleep with me."
Seeing that Hua Xiumei remained silent, Long Ying smiled and said, "Hua, do you want me to do another 'Not Bully the Dark Account' tonight?"
Hua Xiumei said softly: "It's raining!"
Long Ying said happily: "Hua, don't you want me to work hard in the workshop? There is no problem. When I inform the two boys, they will understand my little brother's difficulties."
Hua Xiumei teased him so much that she couldn't help but let out a sweet smile like a silver bell, frank and charming. She traced his chest with her fingertips and said with a smile: "Don't think that I am obedient to your orders. For me, , the love between men and women is like trying to burn wood to keep warm in the ice and snow. When the fire goes out, it is still freezing."
Long Ying pretended to be surprised and said: "This metaphor is very interesting. The only problem is that based on Hua's performance last night, Hua's words and deeds are indeed inconsistent."
Hua Xiumei said in disbelief: "Master Ying!"
Long Ying said: "Do you want me to accompany you all day, or do you want me to be released to the workshop as an iron smelting apprentice? Tell me quickly!"
Hua Xiu was so embarrassed that she buried her face in his neck and refused to answer him.
Long Ying felt for a moment that if he hadn't been holding the beautiful woman he had just become fused with in his arms, no matter how hard he struggled, he would still be unable to get out of the swamp of life caused by the death of the two women.
Another question came to mind at the same time.
How did the enemy know that he would go to Kucha?
On the fifteenth day, sword-making finally reached a critical stage.
In the past fourteen days, sword casting has been carried out day and night. When the sword model was put into the kiln for firing, Shengdu adjusted the proportion of black gold and other metal components according to the secret method of Xijiasi. The proportion of black gold and other metal components was probably Sixty percent, iron accounts for half, tin and lead account for the rest.
After the preparation was completed, Shengdu put it into the crucible in the main furnace, roasted it with a slow fire, and then ignited the thirteen independent and connected kilns of the Huolong Kiln one by one. After five days, the number of thirteen kilns was reached. The fierce fire was burning, and the blower was pedaled to continuously send heat to the main furnace.
There are hundreds of donkey carts transporting firewood every day, and they go especially to the clear springs flowing down from the Tianshan Mountains to obtain pure water for cooling and forging when the molten gold comes out of the furnace.
According to Shengdu, during the process of melting gold, impurities in the raw materials will be removed and vaporized. The stronger the fire, the purer the final melt will be.
In the past, to refine heavenly weapons and artifacts from sky stones, it was often necessary to collect the raw materials for a weapon from multiple sky stones of different sizes and contents. The composition of black gold is far lower than it should be. Such a large black gold core as this time can be enough to make two heavenly swords. The proportion has been increased to the extreme, which can be said to be unprecedented.
As far as Dragon Eagle's black sword is concerned, it is already a peerless weapon, but the proportion of black gold does not exceed 40%. As for why it is so heavy, it is probably related to the fact that black gold is mixed with other strange iron materials.
The biggest problem is the control of the heat.
After the raw materials are put into the main furnace, they cannot be opened and viewed. Fuel can only be added continuously at the bottom of the furnace. Therefore, what the scene is like inside the furnace can only be judged based on the control of the heat and experience.
He is not sure about this victory, and it is purely a matter of luck if he replaces his master, the Forging Master, because the genius knows how to control the hardness, impurity content and melting point of the black gold core this time. Whether it is better or not, it is a matter of luck.
A big taboo in sword making.
Of course, if the impurities are not removed, if it is too much, the molten gold will undergo strange qualitative changes. Only when the impurities are gone and the melt is thorough, the furnace can be opened to retrieve the treasure, and the work will be completed.
This problem was solved by Longying.
With his telepathy, he could not hide the changes in the furnace at all. So starting from the fourteenth day, Long Ying did not dare to leave the smelting furnace, and had three meals a day nearby.
The three of them were chatting in the open space outside the workshop, and Tiegang was able to get out of bed three days ago. Everyone was excited and looking forward to the two heavenly swords that could be released at any moment.
Katsuda went to check the condition of the fire.
Huang Yuanwu came and said: "Dada came to see me just now and said that their tribesmen are sneaking around, hoping to find their secret lair near the Kongque River."
Long Ying remembered that Dada was a Tianshan tribesman who lived in a tree house. He originally asked them to help find out the whereabouts of Xue Yantuo's horse thief, but he didn't know that it failed to work and they were defeated miserably. He nodded and said: "The most important thing is to remain calm.
, then one day I will suddenly appear, catch them off guard, and settle the debt Bian Ao owes me."
Wasteland Dance said: "That's exactly what I said to him."
He also said: "The news that you are in Qiuci City has spread throughout Huihe, Tuqishi, Yanqi and Gaochang countries, causing a sensation in the entire Tianshan Mountains and the Tarim River Basin. It will be sooner or later that it spreads to the Turks. I wonder if it will affect your arrival.
Going to the plateau?"
Wan Renyu said harshly: "The nearest one will come first. If Bian Ao is the one who comes, I won't let any of them leave alive."
Tiegang, who knew a little bit of Chinese, asked: "How is the situation of the Khotan River re-flowing?"
Dancing in the Wasteland said: "It's time to completely return to the flow within ten days. By then, taking the shortcut is still not a pleasure, but it will always be much easier."
Feng Mo and a few of his men came out of the workshop and joined them. Huang Yuanwu winked at Feng Mo and made all the appropriate gestures.
All three of them felt baffled.
Seeing the three people staring at him, Huangyuan Wu smiled bitterly and said, "Don't ask, it's about the disposal of the remains."
The three of them were speechless.
Huangyuanwu said to Longying: "My sister-in-law is here!"
Long Ying wanted to jump up, but then he remained seated in embarrassment.
Wan Renyu said angrily: "Go ahead! No one will blame you."
Long Ying smiled and said, "Please forgive me for being with you for a moment."
Like a gust of wind, he followed the instructions of the Wilderness Dance.