Durin's Diary

Chapter 849 Quchi He

When Du Lin returned to Zhulong Pavilion, the huge red-painted door was still open.

Du Lin showed the key in his hand, and the guard confirmed Du Lin's identity and let him in. Following the shade of the trees and the path, Du Lin walked to the backyard and saw Chief Ping, who was standing in front of the gate of Yuankelai, smoking a pipe with a stem.

"I'm sorry, Chief Ping, there's a dinner party tonight. Several elders have invited me, and I have to go." Du Lin walked over and explained.

He thought that Chief Ping was standing here specifically to wait for him.

"It's not that I blame you for coming back late. If I hadn't been taking care of the children in the academy today, I should have come to welcome you. But what I want to know most now is that Qianyue should be in your hands, right?" Chief Ping asked. "Back then, I gave it to his descendant, your grandmother."

At this point, Chief Ping sighed and said, "I don't know whether you should call her grandmother or maternal grandmother in your culture, but in my opinion, since your last name is Elsh, you should be her grandson, not her grandson."

Du Lin nodded, agreeing with the old man's analysis. "That's fine. I have some bad news for you. Qianyue was damaged during my battle with the Withering Lord. I thought Qianyue could block the Withering Lord's chainsaw sword, but it turned out not to be the case."

"You encountered the Withering Lord, and you are still alive and standing before me. This means you have defeated him."

"Yes, its stupidity killed it. I killed it, but Qianyue was damaged." After saying that, Du Lin took out the broken Qianyue.

Chief Ping took the broken Qianyue and examined the broken ends. "This is indeed a wound that could only be inflicted by the Withering Demon Lord's chainsaw sword. I didn't expect you to kill it. I didn't expect it to be hiding in the Western Land. We, the Eastern Land Zhulong, have always wanted to avenge our kin, but we didn't expect it to escape to your Western Land. It looks like it deserved a good death."

After he finished speaking, Ban Qianyue handed it back to Du Lin: "I heard that you are a master craftsman, is that right?"

"The merchants coming and going really tell you everything about my favorite clothes." Du Lin grumbled and nodded. "I've always wanted to repair Qianyue, but the Chaos pollution on Qianyue has made it impossible for me to do anything about it."

"Come with me. Zhulong Pavilion has methods to treat and remove this kind of pollution. However, I have a small request. I will call the young children and let them witness the forging process of a master craftsman. Is that okay with you?"

"No problem." Du Lin answered immediately - in his opinion, it is not impossible for the young people of Zhulong to really learn Du Lin's forging skills.

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When Chen Xiaohu and his men arrived at the Zhulong Pavilion, they saw that the Zhulong Pavilion Qiuzhen Garden was packed with people. Hundreds of children said they were watching the live performance of the master craftsman Lord Du Lin.

Scratching his head, Chen Xiaohu felt that he had not heard the sound of the hammer hitting the sword blank all the way.

Then he looked toward the stage.

What he saw was Lord Durin standing in front of a ball of liquid.

"That's Lord Du Lin. He is recasting the magic weapon." The instructor of Zhulong Pavilion may have seen the confusion and doubt in Chen Xiaohu's eyes, and he explained to Director Chen Xiaohu of the Internal Security Department.

what?
Chen Xiaohu was overwhelmed.

He watched the liquid twisting and deforming, watched it gradually turn into the shape of a sword, and listened to the thunderous applause from the children in the audience.

Who am I, where am I, am I watching a superpower stage play?
The old general of the Grand General's Mansion woke up very early today. When he arrived in front of the main hall, his son opened the car door for him and whispered, "Don't ask Chen Xiaohu what happened last night."

All the prominent officials and nobles in the capital now know that Director Chen Xiaohu of the Internal Security Department did not sleep all night last night. He went crazy in his Eagle's Nest in the first half of the night and broke the ink bottle given by the emperor. After returning from the Candle Dragon Pavilion, the director did not sleep either. He sat on the threshold of the Eagle's Nest gate and went crazy there in the second half of the night.

The General's Mansion initially wanted to ask Chen Xiaohu what happened last night, but after asking questions from the Zhulong Pavilion, the young general of the General's Mansion felt that it was better to pretend to be deaf and dumb about some things.

You see, what it means to demonstrate the skills of a master craftsman in front of more than 300 Zhulong cubs in the Zhulong Pavilion, and to lead more than 20 Zhulong cubs on the spot to complete the promotion to master craftsmen.

Anyone who came across this would not believe their eyes. It was indeed impossible to blame Chen Xiaohu for going crazy while sitting on the doorstep in the middle of the night - anyone who witnessed everything that happened in Zhulong Pavilion and Qiuzhen Garden last night would go crazy.

"I'm already over a hundred years old. How could I possibly drive Mr. Chen's child to death? Can you please trust me just once? I'm your father!"

"It is precisely because you are my father that I did not ask you to sign a document. You promised me that you would never ask this question. If you really force him to jump from the roof of the main hall, where will you lose face for our royal family?" The middle-aged man said this and finally let go of his hand.

He watched his father walk into the city gate and finally come to the rest area on the side. Here, he saw the child of Liu Xiangguo, who was sitting in front of the coffee table in the rest area, making Kung Fu tea there early in the morning.

The young general sat down in front of him in silence: "Have you heard about Chen Xiaohu going crazy?"

"I know. I also know that my father went in today with Master Pang, talking and laughing." At this point, Liu's eldest son looked at the young general of Chang Tang and said, "You know what's going on."

"I really don't know what's going on with you, but I think it's outrageous. Doesn't your father have a grudge against the Grand Tutor?"

"Yes, there is a grudge, but I really can't understand why the two of them were able to go in together this morning. You know, my father came early and waited outside the gate for thirteen minutes. I always thought he was waiting for someone else, but I can't understand why he was waiting for Master Pang." Having said that, he and the young general turned their heads to look at the door of the lounge.

A small hand pushed the door open.

The person who walked in was a dwarf demon-like Zhulong, the descendant of the old man. He was smiling and chatting with Luo Zi beside him.

They spoke in Leprechaun language, which the two tailless monkeys could not understand at all.

Just as the two monkeys were about to cough to remind the two, the old man's descendants also noticed the two big monkeys beside the coffee table: "Did the adults in your family come with you?"

The two big monkeys shook their heads at the same time.

Then they heard a deafening answer.

"Our family came together."

The young general fell silent - because he realized that no one came to see him or his father last night.

This is problematic, and a big one.

(End of this chapter)