Scourge the heavens

At the main entrance of the blacksmith shop, the servants brought by Wang Jiajun helped each other to leave.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him run away." Wei Qiu looked at the little boy with satisfaction, pointed to Wang Jiajun who was on the ground at him, and then walked into the shop.

It has been half a year since I left Hengshan City.

These days, he either eats snake guts to practice kung fu, or works hard with his head depressed. It seems that hard work has become a habit for Wei Qiu.

Pulling out the Cangsong Sword from his waist, Wei Qiu looked at it carefully for a while, and felt much better immediately.

After burning a large vat of hot water, Wei Qiu took a relaxing bath, sweeping away the fatigue of these days and nights.

After changing into clean clothes, the whole person's temperament is completely new.

"Wei Shaoxia, please drink tea!" Wei Qiu had just walked out of the bedroom when Wang Jiajun, covered in blood, leaned forward, holding a bowl of tea in both hands, with a flattering smile on his face.

Wei Qiu chuckled, but didn't respond, he just called the little boy and went out for dinner together.

Although Wei Qiu didn't call Wang Jiajun, he followed very consciously.

The three of them came to the only restaurant in Qingping Town, found a central seat and sat down.

The advantage of this position is that it is particularly conspicuous.

"Guest officials, what do you want to eat?" The waiter saw a customer coming to the door, and hurried over.

When the waiter saw Wang Jiajun covered in blood, he was taken aback for a moment, and then selectively ignored him.

For Dian Xiaoer, he is no stranger to fighting and killing in the Jianghu.

The shop waiter, who is well versed in protecting one's life wisely, didn't talk too much.

"Serve all the special dishes here." Wei Qiu casually ordered to the waiter in the shop.

"Okay, wait a moment." The waiter sang, turned and left.

When the waiter left, Wei Qiu turned to look at Wang Jiajun: "Have you brought any money?"

Seeing Wei Qiu's sudden question, Wang Jiajun was taken aback for a moment, then nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "I have it, I have it!"

"Just bring it with you." Seeing Wang Jiajun's current appearance, Wei Qiu couldn't help narrowing his eyes: "You seem to be very afraid of me?"

"Can I not be afraid of you?" Regarding Wei Qiu's question, Wang Jiajun said loudly with a mournful face, "It's all because I don't know Mount Tai."

"If I knew that you were the famous ghost sword Wei Qiu, I wouldn't dare to make a mistake here."

I don't know what Wang Jiajun was thinking, but he suddenly spoke loudly, and revealed the ghost sword Wei Qiu intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing Wang Jiajun's careful thinking, Wei Qiu just glanced at the diners around him, with a faint smile on his face.

Among the diners around, some are from the martial arts world.

After hearing the words Ghost Sword Wei Qiu, these people were all startled and turned their heads unconsciously.

"Did you hear that, that man covered in blood seems to be talking about Ghost Sword Wei Qiu!"

"The ghost sword Wei Qiu you are talking about is the killing god who made a big fuss about Liu Zhengfeng's Jinpen handwashing meeting?"

"Of course, besides him, who else is called Ghost Sword in this world?"

"I heard that the evil sword manual is on him, but I don't know if it's true?"

"Who knows, why don't you go up and ask?"

"It turned out to be Ghost Sword Wei Qiu. Didn't someone say that Ghost Sword Wei Qiu died outside Hengshan City?"

Wang Jiajun's words really had an effect, many people around were sneaking glances at Wei Qiu, but they also started talking quietly in private.

These people don't know that Wei Qiu's current strength is beyond their imagination.

Wei Qiu could hear these people's whispered discussions clearly, but Wei Qiu didn't pay attention to them.

Turning his head, Wei Qiu looked at Wang Jiajun beside him, with a trace of mischief in his eyes.

"Wei Shaoxia, do you have any orders?" Seeing Wei Qiu's eyes, Wang Jiajun suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

"Hey, I've kept something in my arms for a long time, and I almost forgot it." Wei Qiu seemed to be emotional, and took out the handwritten copy of the evil sword manual from his arms.

This manuscript was also intended to be handed over to Shaolin by Wei Qiu.

Compared with other manuscripts, Wei Qiu deliberately omitted that key sentence in this evil sword manual.

If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.

In order to prevent the spread of the evil sword manual, this sentence was not recorded in the manuscript by Wei Qiu.

"This is it!" Wang Jiajun on the side opened his eyes in shock when he saw the cotton silk Wei Qiu took out.

I don't know if it was intentional, but the corner of the cotton silk that Wei Qiu took out just opened a gap.

Wang Jiajun looked in the direction of the gap, and could vaguely see the four big characters written on it, "Evil Resisting Sword Manual".

"It's no big deal if you say that, this is the Evil Resisting Sword Manual." Seeing Wang Jiajun's shocked appearance, Wei Qiu explained a sentence seemingly casually.

Wang Jiajun's heart skipped a beat when he heard these four words.

He clearly remembered not long ago, how the Wang family forced Lin Zhennan's family to death in order to ward off evil spirits.

Now that the Evil Resisting Sword Manual is placed very close at hand, Wang Jiajun dare not reach out to it.

With a bang, a wine glass fell not far from Wei Qiu, and a voice came: "Hand over the evil sword manual!"

A burly man came not far from Wei Qiu and looked at Wei Qiu viciously.

Coincidentally, the waiter serving the food also came to Wei Qiu's side at the same time.

Glancing at the strong man, Wei Qiu pulled out a bamboo chopstick from the table and threw it sideways using his internal force.

The bamboo chopsticks were pierced through the calf of the strong man, and there was a "clang" vibration from the floor, and the strong man covered his legs in pain and fell to the ground.

[Haisha gang Lin Xiong was injured because of his greed for evil swordsmanship, and his damage point was +3333! 】

"Wang Jiajun, right? Come and help me with something." Seeing Lin Xiong lying on the ground, Wei Qiu turned his head and called out to Wang Jiajun.

"What's Wei Shaoxia's order?" Seeing Wei Qiu calling him, Wang Jiajun hurriedly came to Wei Qiu's side with a flattering smile on his face.

"Look, I will only teach you once, and I will leave this matter to you in the future."

Wei Qiu took out a round iron plate from his bosom, stepped on Lin Xiong on the ground, and stamped the round iron plate in his hand.

"Ah~~~" A hoarse scream followed, and it was Lin Xiong who was trampled on the ground by Wei Qiu.

When Wei Qiu took back the iron plate, Lin Xiong's face was bloody from the iron plate.

After Wei Qiu left, everyone could vaguely see that Lin Xiong's face was engraved with two blood characters by Wei Qiu with a blade on an iron plate.

To ward off evil spirits!

"Do you understand?" Wei Qiu demonstrated, and casually threw the iron plate in his hand to Wang Jiajun.

Wang Jiajun took the iron pan in a hurry, and looked at Wei Qiu in confusion: "Wei Shaoxia, what do you mean?"

"Remember, anyone who comes to snatch the evil sword manual in the future, as long as I knock him to the ground, you will stamp him!"

"This is a promising career, you must do it well!"

Wei Qiu glanced at the stunned Wang Jiajun, and patted him on the shoulder with encouraging eyes.

"Can I not do this?" Wang Jiajun looked at the iron pan in his hand and asked carefully.

"Of course, I am a reasonable person after all." Wei Qiu smiled strangely before continuing, "But as my hostage, you have two ways to live."

"One is to stamp someone else's seal, and the other is to say."

"I'll choose the first one!" Before Wei Qiu could finish speaking, Wang Jiajun immediately responded.