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Chapter 221 Deserving, or not? !
Chapter 221 Deserving, or not? !
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Hearing the old man's words, Xiao Qingfeng's heart shook, and he shook his head:
"If it's for that child, the clan uncle doesn't have to do this."
Of course he could hear the meaning in the old man's words.
However, to deceive Wei Zhengxian just to kill that kid is definitely not a good deal.
The person in front of him was named Xiao Zhan, and he was the most respected member of the Xiao family in the Qingzhou Army. His position in the army was second only to Wei Zhengxian.
It was only because of being stationed at the border all the year round that his reputation was not obvious.
"Hahaha!"
The old man couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words, and shook his head:
"Qingfeng, remember, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. It is not easy for us to walk all the way, how can we put ourselves in danger because of a muddy leg?"
"Is something really going to happen outside the customs?"
Xiao Qingfeng was slightly surprised.
Others thought that Wei Zhengxian led the team to the Sirius Pass because of the commotion outside the pass, but they naturally knew that he was trying to avoid the battle for the heir apparent in Longyuan Dao.
It's not that there's real turmoil outside the customs.
"good."
Xiao Zhan has nothing to hide:
"A few days ago, spies came to report that there were masters fighting at the foot of Liuji Mountain. It was suspected that someone from Dali's Kamikaze Terrace had come and disappeared."
"Kamikaze?"
Xiao Qingfeng's expression changed: "Li Yuan?"
Shenfengtai is one of the most important sects in Dali, and its status is not much different from that of Daming Lanke Temple, Xuankong Temple, and Zhujian Villa.
And Li Yuan, the God of Dali Army, is the master of Kamikaze.
According to legend, as early as 50 years ago, he had become a martial saint and had a great reputation.
"50 years is not short. It is enough for the rest of the two countries to recuperate. These years, the border is really ready to move. It seems to be a small friction, but who knows?"
Xiao Zhan smiled coldly, didn't say much, and instead asked:
"Qingfeng, you are the seed that the clan devoted all their efforts to cultivating, waiting for the right time, which is more important than this old man! You can secretly direct this matter, but you must not take action yourself!"
Xiao Zhan looked serious, and Xiao Jingfeng and the others thought so.
"Don't worry, my nephew still knows the seriousness."
Xiao Qingfeng was slightly unwilling, but still nodded in response.
There are pros and cons to everything.
He is supported by the family, and he can take and ask for all kinds of material things. At the same time, many things cannot be controlled by his will.
Don't put yourself in danger, this is what he has heard the most in the past 30 years.
In fact, even the most dangerous fights he has experienced in these years are all under the watchful eyes of the family.
"As long as you know."
Xiao Zhan patted him on the shoulder with a gentle tone:
"Compared to the decades of planning in the clan, your forbearance at this moment is not a humiliation. After the sky changes, nothing can stop your footsteps!"
"The sky changes..."
Chewing on this word, Xiao Qingfeng felt a little complicated.
"If the person I invited doesn't come, you must not act rashly. It is not a last resort, and you must not do anything in the pass!"
With a last word of advice, Xiao Zhan turned and left.
Watching his leaving back, Xiao Qingfeng suddenly turned his head, coldly swept past Xiao Jingfeng and the others who were embarrassed, and walked away.
After this conversation, he still didn't know that this clan uncle came here to beat himself.
……
……
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
Looking at the smoke curling up from the kitchen in the autumn wind, soaking in the medicinal bath, and thinking about Yang Prison all night, he felt a rare peace of mind.
The Heavenly Wolf Pass, which is full of military spirit, is the most lively city he has ever seen.
This is really ironic.
The cities he had experienced before, whether it was Heishan County, Mulin Mansion, or Qingzhou City, did not have such an atmosphere.
Even in the most prosperous urban area of Qingzhou City, there are many ruffians and scoundrels, and gang fights are not uncommon.
But in Sirius Pass, such things rarely happened.
This is a military pass, and most of the people are family members and descendants of the military. Even if there are foreigners who settle, they must be very law-abiding.
The merchants who come and go are very disciplined.
Of course, no matter how good a place is, it is inevitable that there will be darkness, but Sirius Pass is indeed the city with the best security that Yang prison has ever experienced.
none of them.
In the early morning of autumn, it was a little chilly, except for the rising smoke, there were only patrolling soldiers on the street, and there were few pedestrians.
Most of the shops along the street have just opened.
Most of them are shops selling breakfast.
"what?"
Yang Ji, who was going to the blacksmith's shop to get custom-made ore and iron, suddenly felt something in his heart when he was walking somewhere.
His five senses were extremely sharp, and when he walked here, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, and his secretly watching eyes disappeared after he walked into this street.
"Give up? Or..."
Yang Ju was a little surprised, and couldn't help but look around.
"Freshly baked pancakes, steamed stuffed buns, tofu nao!"
Seeing Yang Jian stop walking, the shouting of nearby vendors suddenly became louder.
"Ten pancakes, and a bowl of tofu nao."
Glancing over from the corner of the eye, Yang Jian seemed to sense something, and simply sat down.
In this day and age, there are many people who can't get enough to eat, but this does not hinder the abundance of all kinds of food. There are more than ten kinds of food spots on the small stalls.
There are also many side dishes.
"Salty."
"Got it!"
The peddler responded with a smile.
Not long after, it has been delivered to the front, and there are three small dishes.
Yang Jue came to a table pretending to be unintentional with the plate of rice in his hand:
"Is there anyone here?"
On the opposite side of the table was an old man in a dark green gown. He was of normal height and looked very thin. Hearing Yang Yu's question, he nodded:
"As you wish."
Yang prison sat down and began to feast on it.
After practicing martial arts, his appetite has greatly increased, and his daily food intake is several times higher than that of ordinary people. This is because when he swallows gold and iron every day, he will recover his physical strength.
Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be dozens of times larger than ordinary people.
The old man at the table did not know when he put down the bowl and chopsticks, but he didn't leave, he just looked at Yang Yu lightly, and after finishing eating like a storm, he said:
"How does it taste?"
"Salty and palatable, tender and delicious, it is a rare delicacy."
Yang Yue nodded slightly.
"What kind of food is this?"
The old man smiled dumbly:
"The really good tofu brains should be ground with the brains of a hundred birds. A small bowl can hold thousands of them, and a spoonful of it will feel like a thousand birds singing in your ears. That taste is the delicacy in the world."
Yang Jue wiped the corners of his mouth, and responded coldly:
"That's not tofu brain."
"It's delicious food."
The old man casually pushed the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and the soup spilled out.
Yang Jue saw it clearly, but he didn't eat a bite, so he couldn't help but sneer:
"Your superficial skills are too poor."
This old guy is waiting for him.
When he saw him for the first time, Yang Qiu knew it well.
The old man was not annoyed, and asked with a light smile:
"The little beggar in Heishan County must have suffered a lot and put in a lot of hard work all the way to this day?"
"Another bowl of tofu nao!"
Yang Yu opened his mouth suddenly, and ordered another bowl of tofu nao:
"Sweet!"
"Hehe~"
The old man's smile faded slightly:
"If I were you, I would drink fine wine, eat delicious food, sleep with beautiful women, and wake up with great power! Otherwise, how can I be worthy of my hard work along the way?"
"Good nectar and delicious food, what people want."
Yang Yu nodded.
Some choose, which one wants to eat dirt?
There are countless delicacies and fine wines in this world. He is not an ascetic monk, so he has always had the desire to eat.
"Who is the old man, you should have some guesses in your mind."
The old man stroked his long beard and said lightly:
"There is still a daughter in the old man's family, named Yan, twenty-eight years old, dignified appearance, good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, only missing a good match..."
"Gold and silver, food and wine, women's rights... just relying on these, do you want to win over Yang?"
There was no disturbance in Yang Yu's heart, but he wanted to laugh:
"It seems that Mr. Xiao's tolerance is still a bit small..."
With his current martial arts, whether it is gold, silver, silk, or women's rights, as long as he wants, it is not to say that it is easy to get, but it is definitely not something that cannot be obtained.
What made him want to laugh even more was the old guy's attitude.
Maybe it's because he has been in a high position for a long time, or he was born a nobleman, but he doesn't know how to win people over.
Even though many benefits were promised, Yang Qian didn't feel any kindness from him.
Yes, there is only indifference and contempt, and a hint of killing intent hidden by him.
"Your talent is not bad, and you have a little skill, but so what? What is the weight of you alone, compared to the accumulation of more than ten generations like me?"
There was no smile on Xiao Zhan's face, replaced by a mountain of dignified oppression:
"You have made great contributions several times, but it is only a bronze medal. Do you know that for the same contribution, the old man can send you to the headquarters of Six Gates in Kyoto?"
The old man's voice was neither high nor low, but others seemed to be unable to hear it at all. Only the peddler who was handling the food was trembling with sweat dripping from his forehead.
It goes without saying that all the diners on this street are his subordinates.
"Power, status..."
Yang Ju gently stirred the tofu nao in the bowl:
"so what?"
"A rotten Confucian who has lost his power can't give you what you want, but the old man, the Xiao family, can give you, and much more."
Xiao Zhan tapped the table lightly, and said lightly:
"You are a smart person, you should know how to choose."
While speaking, he kept looking at the young people across the table.
He has seen too many talented young people from poor backgrounds. No matter what they look like, these people have a desire for power and status that surpasses ordinary people.
But what made him frown slightly was that the person opposite seemed unmoved.
"Indeed, I've always thought myself a wise man, and you're quite right."
Yang Yu nodded in agreement.
When Xiao Zhan's expression softened slightly, the topic changed again:
"However, I refuse!"
Refuse!
"Everyone has his own aspirations, and he can't force it."
Xiao Zhan sighed slightly, he didn't seem to want to persuade him anymore, he pressed the table lightly, and got up:
"Eat slowly, chances are running out!"
After all, he turned to leave.
And the many diners who were seated also got up together, glanced coldly at Yang Yu, and followed closely behind.
"You asked before, and I haven't answered yet."
Xiao Zhan paused slightly, turned around indifferently, and then looked at the young man who was eating tofu nao in a leisurely manner.
"Oh?"
"You ask me, how is my weight compared to your accumulation of more than ten generations? I will answer you..."
Slowly eating the last bite of cooking cake, Yang Juan put down the broken silver, and got up by himself. He swept over everyone and landed on Xiao Zhan.
The tone is light, like a heavy stone falling to the ground:
"You guys are also worthy to compare with me?!"
call!
On the long street, it suddenly became quiet, and you could almost hear a needle drop.
The eyes of several street vendors became horrified.
The eyes of the diners were frightened and murderous.
Xiao Zhan watched coldly, and after a long time, he turned around and left, but he didn't see his face, only heard the rumble of laughter:
"Hahaha! This sentence will be engraved on your tombstone!"
call!
Long Street was quiet for a long time.
Xiao Zhan and the others were nowhere to be seen, and the eyes of all the vendors and diners were still on Yang Qiang, as if they were looking at a dead person.
Killing is strictly prohibited at Sirius Pass.
But it doesn't mean that people won't die.
Unsurprisingly, some discussions arose.
"Who is this person? Dare to talk to Mr. Xiao like this..."
"Oh, it's a pity. If you are young, you will be sent to death. I'm afraid the old people in the family will send the white-haired one to the black-haired one."
"Master Xiao dares to offend, these young people now..."
……
Yang Qiu's hearing is very good, so he can naturally hear the discussions coming from behind him.
But he didn't care too much. After leaving the long street, he went straight to the many blacksmith shops that had placed the order yesterday.
There are many more blacksmith shops in Tianlang Pass than in Qingzhou City. There are all kinds of ore and iron, and the blacksmiths' skills are also quite superb.
However, Yang Ju naturally didn't need them to forge weapons.
After arriving, he chose a furnace and began to repair the arrows.
Yes, fix arrows.
The effect of Bingjia Lingtong has to be continuously accumulated, and it will not work if it is replaced frequently.
Therefore, the patriarch of Qixuanmen practiced "Hundred Step Flying Sword" instead of "Flying Arrow".
"After this incident, it's time to make a knife for myself."
Amidst the beating sounds of sparks splashing all over, Yang Jue had a thought.
Bingjia psychic art seems inconspicuous, but in fact, a weapon with the same spirituality can greatly enhance the combat power of a warrior.
Just like Zhang Xuanba, King Zhao of the Western Mansion.
Under his fist, he tried all means to block, and he could still hold his breath. Even with that kind of injury, it is absolutely impossible to survive.
But once his phoenix wings are gold-plated in his hand, no matter how random and careless he strikes, he will be unable to take it anyway, and can only die quickly.
In the following days, Yang Jue still went back and forth between the inn and the blacksmith shop, leaving at sunrise and returning at sunset.
During the day, he hammered arrows and collected Xuanlei stones. At night, in the cauldron of gluttony, he practiced various martial arts and breathed arrows with secret methods.
At this point, his martial arts progress has inevitably slowed down, but he will not slack off in the slightest.
At the same time, the energy storage of the cauldron of gluttony is gradually approaching the threshold.
"call!"
With the sound of sparks splashing and beating, another day passed.
Yang Jue left the blacksmith's shop with the arrow and the Xuanlei stone. He came out a little late today, and it was already dark.
The curfew is approaching, the streets are quiet and there are few pedestrians.
"Huh~"
Glancing at the closed blacksmith's shop, Yang Jue seemed to sense something, and he slowly put down the iron ore and arrows in his hands.
In the night breeze, there was a faint whimpering sound.
It's cloudy and sad, like a child crying at night.
(End of this chapter)
Ok?
Hearing the old man's words, Xiao Qingfeng's heart shook, and he shook his head:
"If it's for that child, the clan uncle doesn't have to do this."
Of course he could hear the meaning in the old man's words.
However, to deceive Wei Zhengxian just to kill that kid is definitely not a good deal.
The person in front of him was named Xiao Zhan, and he was the most respected member of the Xiao family in the Qingzhou Army. His position in the army was second only to Wei Zhengxian.
It was only because of being stationed at the border all the year round that his reputation was not obvious.
"Hahaha!"
The old man couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words, and shook his head:
"Qingfeng, remember, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. It is not easy for us to walk all the way, how can we put ourselves in danger because of a muddy leg?"
"Is something really going to happen outside the customs?"
Xiao Qingfeng was slightly surprised.
Others thought that Wei Zhengxian led the team to the Sirius Pass because of the commotion outside the pass, but they naturally knew that he was trying to avoid the battle for the heir apparent in Longyuan Dao.
It's not that there's real turmoil outside the customs.
"good."
Xiao Zhan has nothing to hide:
"A few days ago, spies came to report that there were masters fighting at the foot of Liuji Mountain. It was suspected that someone from Dali's Kamikaze Terrace had come and disappeared."
"Kamikaze?"
Xiao Qingfeng's expression changed: "Li Yuan?"
Shenfengtai is one of the most important sects in Dali, and its status is not much different from that of Daming Lanke Temple, Xuankong Temple, and Zhujian Villa.
And Li Yuan, the God of Dali Army, is the master of Kamikaze.
According to legend, as early as 50 years ago, he had become a martial saint and had a great reputation.
"50 years is not short. It is enough for the rest of the two countries to recuperate. These years, the border is really ready to move. It seems to be a small friction, but who knows?"
Xiao Zhan smiled coldly, didn't say much, and instead asked:
"Qingfeng, you are the seed that the clan devoted all their efforts to cultivating, waiting for the right time, which is more important than this old man! You can secretly direct this matter, but you must not take action yourself!"
Xiao Zhan looked serious, and Xiao Jingfeng and the others thought so.
"Don't worry, my nephew still knows the seriousness."
Xiao Qingfeng was slightly unwilling, but still nodded in response.
There are pros and cons to everything.
He is supported by the family, and he can take and ask for all kinds of material things. At the same time, many things cannot be controlled by his will.
Don't put yourself in danger, this is what he has heard the most in the past 30 years.
In fact, even the most dangerous fights he has experienced in these years are all under the watchful eyes of the family.
"As long as you know."
Xiao Zhan patted him on the shoulder with a gentle tone:
"Compared to the decades of planning in the clan, your forbearance at this moment is not a humiliation. After the sky changes, nothing can stop your footsteps!"
"The sky changes..."
Chewing on this word, Xiao Qingfeng felt a little complicated.
"If the person I invited doesn't come, you must not act rashly. It is not a last resort, and you must not do anything in the pass!"
With a last word of advice, Xiao Zhan turned and left.
Watching his leaving back, Xiao Qingfeng suddenly turned his head, coldly swept past Xiao Jingfeng and the others who were embarrassed, and walked away.
After this conversation, he still didn't know that this clan uncle came here to beat himself.
……
……
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
Looking at the smoke curling up from the kitchen in the autumn wind, soaking in the medicinal bath, and thinking about Yang Prison all night, he felt a rare peace of mind.
The Heavenly Wolf Pass, which is full of military spirit, is the most lively city he has ever seen.
This is really ironic.
The cities he had experienced before, whether it was Heishan County, Mulin Mansion, or Qingzhou City, did not have such an atmosphere.
Even in the most prosperous urban area of Qingzhou City, there are many ruffians and scoundrels, and gang fights are not uncommon.
But in Sirius Pass, such things rarely happened.
This is a military pass, and most of the people are family members and descendants of the military. Even if there are foreigners who settle, they must be very law-abiding.
The merchants who come and go are very disciplined.
Of course, no matter how good a place is, it is inevitable that there will be darkness, but Sirius Pass is indeed the city with the best security that Yang prison has ever experienced.
none of them.
In the early morning of autumn, it was a little chilly, except for the rising smoke, there were only patrolling soldiers on the street, and there were few pedestrians.
Most of the shops along the street have just opened.
Most of them are shops selling breakfast.
"what?"
Yang Ji, who was going to the blacksmith's shop to get custom-made ore and iron, suddenly felt something in his heart when he was walking somewhere.
His five senses were extremely sharp, and when he walked here, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, and his secretly watching eyes disappeared after he walked into this street.
"Give up? Or..."
Yang Ju was a little surprised, and couldn't help but look around.
"Freshly baked pancakes, steamed stuffed buns, tofu nao!"
Seeing Yang Jian stop walking, the shouting of nearby vendors suddenly became louder.
"Ten pancakes, and a bowl of tofu nao."
Glancing over from the corner of the eye, Yang Jian seemed to sense something, and simply sat down.
In this day and age, there are many people who can't get enough to eat, but this does not hinder the abundance of all kinds of food. There are more than ten kinds of food spots on the small stalls.
There are also many side dishes.
"Salty."
"Got it!"
The peddler responded with a smile.
Not long after, it has been delivered to the front, and there are three small dishes.
Yang Jue came to a table pretending to be unintentional with the plate of rice in his hand:
"Is there anyone here?"
On the opposite side of the table was an old man in a dark green gown. He was of normal height and looked very thin. Hearing Yang Yu's question, he nodded:
"As you wish."
Yang prison sat down and began to feast on it.
After practicing martial arts, his appetite has greatly increased, and his daily food intake is several times higher than that of ordinary people. This is because when he swallows gold and iron every day, he will recover his physical strength.
Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be dozens of times larger than ordinary people.
The old man at the table did not know when he put down the bowl and chopsticks, but he didn't leave, he just looked at Yang Yu lightly, and after finishing eating like a storm, he said:
"How does it taste?"
"Salty and palatable, tender and delicious, it is a rare delicacy."
Yang Yue nodded slightly.
"What kind of food is this?"
The old man smiled dumbly:
"The really good tofu brains should be ground with the brains of a hundred birds. A small bowl can hold thousands of them, and a spoonful of it will feel like a thousand birds singing in your ears. That taste is the delicacy in the world."
Yang Jue wiped the corners of his mouth, and responded coldly:
"That's not tofu brain."
"It's delicious food."
The old man casually pushed the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and the soup spilled out.
Yang Jue saw it clearly, but he didn't eat a bite, so he couldn't help but sneer:
"Your superficial skills are too poor."
This old guy is waiting for him.
When he saw him for the first time, Yang Qiu knew it well.
The old man was not annoyed, and asked with a light smile:
"The little beggar in Heishan County must have suffered a lot and put in a lot of hard work all the way to this day?"
"Another bowl of tofu nao!"
Yang Yu opened his mouth suddenly, and ordered another bowl of tofu nao:
"Sweet!"
"Hehe~"
The old man's smile faded slightly:
"If I were you, I would drink fine wine, eat delicious food, sleep with beautiful women, and wake up with great power! Otherwise, how can I be worthy of my hard work along the way?"
"Good nectar and delicious food, what people want."
Yang Yu nodded.
Some choose, which one wants to eat dirt?
There are countless delicacies and fine wines in this world. He is not an ascetic monk, so he has always had the desire to eat.
"Who is the old man, you should have some guesses in your mind."
The old man stroked his long beard and said lightly:
"There is still a daughter in the old man's family, named Yan, twenty-eight years old, dignified appearance, good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, only missing a good match..."
"Gold and silver, food and wine, women's rights... just relying on these, do you want to win over Yang?"
There was no disturbance in Yang Yu's heart, but he wanted to laugh:
"It seems that Mr. Xiao's tolerance is still a bit small..."
With his current martial arts, whether it is gold, silver, silk, or women's rights, as long as he wants, it is not to say that it is easy to get, but it is definitely not something that cannot be obtained.
What made him want to laugh even more was the old guy's attitude.
Maybe it's because he has been in a high position for a long time, or he was born a nobleman, but he doesn't know how to win people over.
Even though many benefits were promised, Yang Qian didn't feel any kindness from him.
Yes, there is only indifference and contempt, and a hint of killing intent hidden by him.
"Your talent is not bad, and you have a little skill, but so what? What is the weight of you alone, compared to the accumulation of more than ten generations like me?"
There was no smile on Xiao Zhan's face, replaced by a mountain of dignified oppression:
"You have made great contributions several times, but it is only a bronze medal. Do you know that for the same contribution, the old man can send you to the headquarters of Six Gates in Kyoto?"
The old man's voice was neither high nor low, but others seemed to be unable to hear it at all. Only the peddler who was handling the food was trembling with sweat dripping from his forehead.
It goes without saying that all the diners on this street are his subordinates.
"Power, status..."
Yang Ju gently stirred the tofu nao in the bowl:
"so what?"
"A rotten Confucian who has lost his power can't give you what you want, but the old man, the Xiao family, can give you, and much more."
Xiao Zhan tapped the table lightly, and said lightly:
"You are a smart person, you should know how to choose."
While speaking, he kept looking at the young people across the table.
He has seen too many talented young people from poor backgrounds. No matter what they look like, these people have a desire for power and status that surpasses ordinary people.
But what made him frown slightly was that the person opposite seemed unmoved.
"Indeed, I've always thought myself a wise man, and you're quite right."
Yang Yu nodded in agreement.
When Xiao Zhan's expression softened slightly, the topic changed again:
"However, I refuse!"
Refuse!
"Everyone has his own aspirations, and he can't force it."
Xiao Zhan sighed slightly, he didn't seem to want to persuade him anymore, he pressed the table lightly, and got up:
"Eat slowly, chances are running out!"
After all, he turned to leave.
And the many diners who were seated also got up together, glanced coldly at Yang Yu, and followed closely behind.
"You asked before, and I haven't answered yet."
Xiao Zhan paused slightly, turned around indifferently, and then looked at the young man who was eating tofu nao in a leisurely manner.
"Oh?"
"You ask me, how is my weight compared to your accumulation of more than ten generations? I will answer you..."
Slowly eating the last bite of cooking cake, Yang Juan put down the broken silver, and got up by himself. He swept over everyone and landed on Xiao Zhan.
The tone is light, like a heavy stone falling to the ground:
"You guys are also worthy to compare with me?!"
call!
On the long street, it suddenly became quiet, and you could almost hear a needle drop.
The eyes of several street vendors became horrified.
The eyes of the diners were frightened and murderous.
Xiao Zhan watched coldly, and after a long time, he turned around and left, but he didn't see his face, only heard the rumble of laughter:
"Hahaha! This sentence will be engraved on your tombstone!"
call!
Long Street was quiet for a long time.
Xiao Zhan and the others were nowhere to be seen, and the eyes of all the vendors and diners were still on Yang Qiang, as if they were looking at a dead person.
Killing is strictly prohibited at Sirius Pass.
But it doesn't mean that people won't die.
Unsurprisingly, some discussions arose.
"Who is this person? Dare to talk to Mr. Xiao like this..."
"Oh, it's a pity. If you are young, you will be sent to death. I'm afraid the old people in the family will send the white-haired one to the black-haired one."
"Master Xiao dares to offend, these young people now..."
……
Yang Qiu's hearing is very good, so he can naturally hear the discussions coming from behind him.
But he didn't care too much. After leaving the long street, he went straight to the many blacksmith shops that had placed the order yesterday.
There are many more blacksmith shops in Tianlang Pass than in Qingzhou City. There are all kinds of ore and iron, and the blacksmiths' skills are also quite superb.
However, Yang Ju naturally didn't need them to forge weapons.
After arriving, he chose a furnace and began to repair the arrows.
Yes, fix arrows.
The effect of Bingjia Lingtong has to be continuously accumulated, and it will not work if it is replaced frequently.
Therefore, the patriarch of Qixuanmen practiced "Hundred Step Flying Sword" instead of "Flying Arrow".
"After this incident, it's time to make a knife for myself."
Amidst the beating sounds of sparks splashing all over, Yang Jue had a thought.
Bingjia psychic art seems inconspicuous, but in fact, a weapon with the same spirituality can greatly enhance the combat power of a warrior.
Just like Zhang Xuanba, King Zhao of the Western Mansion.
Under his fist, he tried all means to block, and he could still hold his breath. Even with that kind of injury, it is absolutely impossible to survive.
But once his phoenix wings are gold-plated in his hand, no matter how random and careless he strikes, he will be unable to take it anyway, and can only die quickly.
In the following days, Yang Jue still went back and forth between the inn and the blacksmith shop, leaving at sunrise and returning at sunset.
During the day, he hammered arrows and collected Xuanlei stones. At night, in the cauldron of gluttony, he practiced various martial arts and breathed arrows with secret methods.
At this point, his martial arts progress has inevitably slowed down, but he will not slack off in the slightest.
At the same time, the energy storage of the cauldron of gluttony is gradually approaching the threshold.
"call!"
With the sound of sparks splashing and beating, another day passed.
Yang Jue left the blacksmith's shop with the arrow and the Xuanlei stone. He came out a little late today, and it was already dark.
The curfew is approaching, the streets are quiet and there are few pedestrians.
"Huh~"
Glancing at the closed blacksmith's shop, Yang Jue seemed to sense something, and he slowly put down the iron ore and arrows in his hands.
In the night breeze, there was a faint whimpering sound.
It's cloudy and sad, like a child crying at night.
(End of this chapter)
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The appearance is an S-level awakened person
Chapter 383 3 hours ago -
Original God: After falling out with Ying, I became a big boss
Chapter 252 3 hours ago -
Surprise! The little sister who is loved by the group is actually the strongest in Kyushu!
Chapter 558 3 hours ago -
I am a man, cosplaying Kafka and making it to the beauty list
Chapter 107 3 hours ago -
Apocalypse Tattoo Awakening: Did he tattoo the universe?
Chapter 135 3 hours ago -
Crossing Luffy: Creating a Happy Ending in One Piece
Chapter 151 3 hours ago -
Singer: Run to the Grammys, made Taylor Swift cry all night
Chapter 227 16 hours ago -
Villain actor: Smoking in reverse at the beginning scares the top star to tears
Chapter 156 16 hours ago -
Villain: I was so happy when the hero’s mother gave birth to a child
Chapter 508 16 hours ago