The next day, a large number of posters appeared on the streets of the Ren family town.
The sticker said that there would be a metal flower show that night.
A large number of townspeople were ecstatic.
The zombie incident had caused Ren Town to be in a slump for a long time.
The Ren family town was practically forbidden at night, and no one went out at night.
Now that the zombies had been dealt with, the people of Ren Town could go out on the streets again at night.
Hearing that there would be a performance of iron flowers, the residents of the town were almost ecstatic.
The iron flower was a traditional folk firework.
During the performance of the Iron Flower, a flower shed was set up on the empty field. Fresh willow branches were wrapped around it.
Fireworks and firecrackers.
An old pole that was a few meters tall was erected in the middle.
There was a melting furnace at the side, and more than a dozen performers used flower sticks to hit the red liquid iron into the air.
It formed scattered iron flowers.
The iron flowers splashed onto the fireworks on the willow tree and lit up the fireworks again.
Accompanied by the performance of " Dragon Piercing Flower ", the scene was like a fireworks show, giving people a lively and festive feeling.
This was a performance that almost everyone loved.
When Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng went to the street to buy incense and candles, they also saw the list posted.
She was itching to watch the Iron Flower performance.
"Little Uncle-Master, you are the hero who eliminated the zombies. You are qualified to enter the front position and be the closest to see the iron flower.“
"Can you take us to the front?”
Wen Cai said.
"Yes, Little Uncle-Master, bring us along. We've never seen the Forging Flower before. We've only heard of it. It's a rare performance.
The regiment passed by Ren Town."
"I don't know when the next time will be. Little Uncle-Master, we want to watch it up close.”
Qiu Sheng said.
As Ninth Uncle and Lin Jing had eliminated the zombies and were the heroes of the town, they were invited to the front to watch at a close distance.
"Alright, when the time comes, you guys can squat in front of me.”
Lin Jing said.
"Okay, okay, okay. Squatting is fine too."
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai said in unison.
Although there were no seats and they had to squat, as long as they could watch it up close, squatting was no big deal.
There weren't many entertainment programs in that era. Just one would make people happy.
Not to mention the smithing flowers that were similar to fireworks.
In Lin Jing's previous life and modern society, this thing would have made many people happy.
Lin Jing was invited to attend.
Night fell.
A six-meter-tall flower shed was built on the square of the Ren family town.
There were many willow branches on the flower shed, and some fireworks were tied to them.
The venue for the performance had already been built.
The people of Ren Town came to the square one after another.
Old Master Ren, Ren Tingting, Ninth Uncle, Lin Jing, and other distinguished guests sat in the best viewing area at the front according to the invited seats.
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng squatted in front of Lin Jing and Ninth Uncle.
Ren Tingting sat next to Lin Jing.
The mayor of Ren Town said a few simple words of courtesy.
The performance began.
At this moment, in the originally dark night sky.
A few shadows knocked on the container filled with molten iron.
In an instant, fireworks filled the sky.
The fireworks that were more than ten meters long were like fireworks in full bloom.
The fire instantly lit up the surroundings.
Then, the performers appeared on the stage one by one.
He kept hitting the molten iron.
For a moment, the opening speech was pushed to the peak.
"Alright."
"Good, good, good."
"Alright."
The audience kept clapping and cheering.
"Lin Jing, this is the most beautiful smithing flower I've ever seen!”
Ren Tingting said.
After all, Ren Tingting was the daughter of a wealthy landlord. She had studied in the provincial capital before, so she had naturally seen the Iron Flower.
However, the previous [Forged Iron Flower] only made Ren Tingting feel amazed.
But this time, Ren Tingting felt a sense of art!
These people played art. They not only amazed people, but also struck them in the depths of their souls.
Especially when the molten iron splashed onto the fireworks on the surrounding willow branches, it was almost uniform, and many fireworks were lit at the same time.
The fireworks were burning in a certain order.
"Yes, it's indeed a little different!"
Lin Jing said lightly.
It was too unusual.
According to the random splashing of molten iron, even if the fireworks on the willow tree were to be lit, they would be ignited in a disorderly manner.
They wouldn't have lit it so neatly.
The sequence was perfect, causing the fireworks to form a pattern.
Lin Jing also noticed that some of the fireworks on the willow trees burned before they even came into contact with the molten iron.
It even burned far away from the boiling hot molten iron. This was completely illogical.
It was as if someone could control the flames out of thin air and then make the fireworks burn in an orderly manner.
Of course, ordinary people didn't care about these things. They just wanted to look good.
"Good, good, good. It's so beautiful."
Wen Cai clapped.
"I didn't expect our town to have such a wonderful iron flower performance.”
Qiu Sheng said.
The people behind were even more excited.
Although some of them had seen the Blacksmithing Flower, it was very small and unprofessional.
Compared to this time, it was not only professional, but the scale was also not small.
Fire dragons and fire phoenixes would occasionally appear in the sky.
They were all made of molten iron and fireworks.
The more Lin Jing looked, the more he felt that something was wrong.
He could faintly sense the aura of a ghost officer from the Netherworld Realm.
Lin Jing had cultivated in Mao Mountain for ten years, and Ninth Uncle was an official of the Underworld who printed money.
Therefore, Lin Jing could occasionally come into contact with reapers.
He was familiar with this aura!
Then, Lin Jing scanned the stage with his Yin-Yang Eyes.
However, no matter how Lin Jing looked with his Yin-Yang Eyes, he could only see a trace of aura from the Nether World.
He had no way of knowing what exactly was going on.
Ninth Uncle also sensed something different.
He often dealt with the messengers of death, so he was very familiar with the aura of the ghost messengers from the Netherworld Realm.
Ninth Uncle also noticed that Lin Jing was carefully observing the mountain.
Their eyes met.
They all felt different.
However, the two of them pretended that nothing had happened.
After all, this involved the aura of the reapers of the Netherworld, which was different from ordinary wandering ghosts and zombies.
It would be troublesome to move it, and it would require the approval of the Netherworld.
At this moment, a person appeared on the stage amidst the wild cheers.
This person was the Guild Leader of the Forging Flower Guild.
It was a middle-aged man with a beard.
He held a tool in his hand, which was filled with boiling hot molten iron.
The man glanced at Lin Jing.
A strange smile flashed across his eyes.
Lin Jing looked at the man's eyes without any anger.
It was like a dead man's eyes forcefully opening their eyelids.
His eyes were empty and lifeless!
Lin Jing felt the aura of the reapers on him.
It was emitted by the person with empty eyes in front of him.
The regiment master's control of the flames was simply superb. The performance of the iron flower was pushed to the peak.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
At this moment, the regiment commander hit the flower stick again.
A burst of flames suddenly shot toward Lin Jing and the others at the front.
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