Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Li Zhubo died.

His luck was at its worst when he was hit in the head by a flying rock when the slope collapsed.

At that time, the swordsman had already tried his best to protect him, and they were not as close to the soil slope as Meng Qi Moli. Li Zhubo's clothes were not even stained with mud. Unfortunately, in the last explosion, one piece was not enough to reach the size of a baby's fist. Gravel flew over.

... just hit the affected area before.

Originally, such a small stone would not kill a child even if it was thrown at it.However, the explosion was so powerful that the mud was as hard as a stone, and the stone had the strength to pierce through the tree trunk.

Although the true energy of the swordsman's body was blocked in front, Li Zhubo was killed on the spot.

Ink Carp: "..."

The swordsman was extremely embarrassed.

Is this Li Zhubo a ghost who was locked by the ecstasy card?This can die?The top expert can't even take care of a person, and he has no face to say it.

"Forget it, the living have the value of the living, and the dead also have the usage of the dead."

What Meng Qi said made the swordsman terrified.

What is the usage of the dead?

Meng Qi obviously didn't intend to explain to him.

The swordsman supported Li Zhubo's body, and it didn't seem right to throw it away, and it seemed wrong to continue carrying it.

"Let's go to the city to have a look. If the county magistrate is not one of them, he will be thrown into the county government." Meng Qi said.

The swordsman fainted for a moment, and blurted out: "What about me?"

Meng Qi looked at him like a fool.

Then he reluctantly said: "You can also throw it somewhere with the corpse, the bigger the disturbance, the better. Someone is coming to arrest you, just don't kill anyone and run away! Can you escape?"

The swordsman who once ran around the mountain: "..."

What an insult to the killer!

However, form is better than people, insults are insults, and problems can be solved better than anything else.

"You are not afraid of me..."

"Not afraid."

The swordsman was choked half to death by Meng Qi, and he almost wanted to carry Li Zhubo to Piaoping Pavilion again.

Departure is impossible.

Things have come to this point, the swordsman can no longer go back, he can't collect money and order to kill people like before without asking anything else.Even if he is willing to live the life he used to, the benefactor... I am afraid he is not a benefactor anymore.

Of course, the most direct reason is that the swordsmen don't know the martial arts of "Piaoping Pavilion Master".If he could beat him, he would have rushed to find out what happened, instead of following Meng Qi Moli aggrievedly.

The swordsman is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of failure.

He was afraid that after losing the battle, he would be force-fed drugs.So no matter how angry he was, he had to endure it.

Mo Li coughed lightly, and signaled: "Your knife is still in the ruins of Ganquantang, don't you want to look for it?"

The swordsman lifted his spirits, and his pace of walking while carrying the corpse quickened.

Meng Qi: Doctor, well done.

Mo Li: Dao politely ran away, and you are covered in mud, why don't you let me carry the body?

The two looked at each other, and silently retracted their gaze.

"Su... well, do you have a place to go?" Meng Qi swallowed back the sentence calling the swordsman's nickname, and changed his words, "The places known by Piaoping Pavilion are best to sit still and shopkeeper Sun Might come to you."

The swordsman was taken aback for a moment, and then thought of someone.

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Run County Town God's Temple.

There was too much commotion last night, and some people were worried. Apart from going out to inquire about the news, they also came here in twos and threes to offer incense.

If the county magistrate is the parental official in the world, the city god is like the governor of the underworld in the hearts of the people. As long as it is something that happens in this city, whether it is between a living person or a ghost Everything, even communicating with the gods, can be arranged by the city god.

But it's just like wandering monks who walk around the streets holding the banner of "rejuvenation and cure all diseases" in their hands, because they claim to be able to do everything, from chanting scriptures to exorcise ghosts, curing diseases and prescribing prescriptions to funerals. If you do everything, you won't be trusted by people.

Everyone thinks that to see a doctor, you have to find a doctor in a pharmacy, and to read scriptures, you have to find a highly respected monk in a temple.So people who want to continue the incense go to pray to Guanyin, those who want to get rich go to the Temple of Wealth, young men worship Emperor Wenchang to get a title on the gold list, young women worship the old moon to get a smooth and happy marriage... The incense in the Temple of the City God is always A little bit reluctant.

The Town God’s Temple in Runxian County is not very popular. One is that the county magistrate never allocates money to repair it because of the errands, and only follows the official procedures. There are more and more business travelers passing by, and the owner of the shop is greedy. Your house builds a shed, and my house extends a corner, and also surrounds the open space in front of the door. Any folks who want to come to set up a stall during the temple fair will ask for it. Half a penny is required, otherwise it will not be opened.

Losing the hearts of the people, a new Bodhi Temple was built in the north of the city, and several eminent monks who were said to be quite famous were invited. In front of the temple, there was a spacious flat land, which was still owned by the temple. No money was required, and the stalls were only required to clean the ground. The common people rushed over there to hold the temple fair.

The popularity of the Town God's Temple has plummeted, until people finally figured out the joints, dismantled the sheds and no longer asked for the money for the stalls occupying the land, but the people have long been used to going to the Bodhi Temple.

The shop couldn't keep going, and then it closed three times in a row.There are shops with history and backing behind them, so they turned around and bought shops near the Buddhist temple in the east of the city and the north of the city, and continued to do business.The only real losers are those people who rely on ancestral handicrafts and shops to eat. They have no way to make money and have no ability to move away.

At this moment, the swordsman carried the knife he picked up from the ruins, mixed with the common people who came to burn incense, and buried himself in a small shop with a small front.

The banner cloth hanging in front of the shop was already dirty and tattered.

Half of the door panel was removed, probably for the people who came to offer incense to see what was sold inside and to attract some business.

However, the shop is very hot, you don't need to step in, you can feel a wave of heat rushing towards your face as long as you walk nearby, which makes everyone frown and walk over quickly, not in the mood to take a second look inside.

The heat is from the stove.

This is a blacksmith shop, casting hoes, scissors, shovels, and watermelon knives.

When the swordsman came in, the owner of the shop with the hammer cast a cold glance at him, and snorted, "When you get back, take that corpse out for me, it will dirty my place."

The swordsman looked embarrassed. He was not familiar with this blacksmith, but he was not unfamiliar either.

The blacksmith is actually an outsider's master, and he has practiced kung fu with a golden bell cover to a high degree of proficiency. It's just that he was tricked by his enemies many years ago when he was walking in the rivers and lakes, and he was poisoned here. So he married the former blacksmith's daughter and inherited the shop.Others call him Blacksmith Wang, but they don't know his origin, they just think he came here after fleeing famine.

Although Wang Tiejiang didn't use weapons himself, he was once a disciple of a swordsmith, but he only learned the basics, and was kicked out because of his deviant words and deeds.

After the swordsman got the precious sword in his hand, he liked it very much at the beginning, but as his skill deepened, he felt that it became more and more difficult to use. If others were like this, they would look for another suitable precious sword.The swordsman has a deep affection for his own knife, and he doesn't want to throw it away, so he procrastinates until one day he brings his subordinates out to kill people. On the street, someone praised "good knife".

If it was just this sentence, the swordsman might have killed Blacksmith Wang standing by the door in order to prevent himself from being exposed.

At that time Blacksmith Wang went on to say: "It's a pity that the master's martial arts is too high, and the knife itself has dark lines that have been damaged and cracked. The cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and they will break sooner or later."

The swordsman stopped immediately.

Blood can flow, but a knife cannot break.

What kind of sword is in the sword, people die in the sword, do you look down on those who practice swords?They are the same!

The swordsman doesn't care if he lives alone, concentrates on the peak of martial arts, and doesn't know how to communicate with others. Saving the sword is important!

In fact, Blacksmith Wang didn't want to cause this trouble at all. He regretted countless times why he went to the door of the shop to stop the seller of cooking cakes that day. Saber, the caster's instinct makes him feel that the knife is extraordinary (expensive) extraordinary (expensive) just by seeing the scabbard.

Who knew that the martial arts of the man in the bamboo hat was unimaginably high, he could hear his muttering from so far away, and he turned his head precisely to stare at himself.

Blacksmith Wang has stayed away from the rivers and lakes for many years, but his vision of seeing people has not retreated.

—God, that's clearly a bad star.

The kind that kills people!

Blacksmith Wang had no choice but to speak the second half of the sentence.

There are dark lines on the knife, and the cracks are getting bigger and bigger, that's all nonsense!Just like the counselor who was ordered to go to a neighboring country in the past, he looked up to the sky and laughed when the monarch of the neighboring country ordered beheading when he met him face to face.

Alarmist talk, just survival.

There is really a crack, can you still see it through the scabbard?What kind of eyes must it have?

But I can't help but do what I like, the swordsman believes that his weapons have spirits!Dao Ling will remind the master, will ask for help, and then meet a wise casting master, can't he explain it clearly?

In short, Blacksmith Wang closed the door of the shop, looked calmly but tremblingly held the precious knife around, and asked the swordsman to pose a few times in the usual way of holding the knife, and then his eyes lit up and he found something that could be improved.

Blacksmith Wang talked about the mysterious and mysterious swords and weapons, saying that he asked for a few pieces of high-quality refined iron, and then he started to work with a sigh of relief.

When the knife came out again, the swordsman waved his hand——

Hey, the feeling of being out of hand is gone.

"It's a famous casting master who lives in the city!"

The swordsman was overjoyed, and later he said the same thing when he introduced Blacksmith Wang to Mo Li and Meng Qi.

Blacksmith Wang: ...Actually, I changed the gauntlet of different materials and sizes, and forged the blade again.

I feel that it is not convenient because the hand guard connecting the handle and the blade is not made of wood, and it will cause a barrier when the master pours his true energy-as for why it needs to be forged again, it is like an expensive guqin out of tune. A famous piano maker came to repair the piano. The famous master picked out a lot of problems for the piano, and finally replaced the piano with a short table. He said that the short table for playing the piano was a bit uneven and affected the sound of the piano body. The owner suddenly realized that, Or become angry from embarrassment?

Must not tell the truth!

In order to maintain the lie, you have to change the strings and repair the piano pillars. In short, you have to look like you have been reborn and rejuvenated!

Re-forging will not destroy the knife as long as the craftsmanship is enough, and it will make the knife sharper under normal circumstances.All good knives are made out of a hundred forgings.

For the sake of his love for knives, the swordsman got acquainted with such a "master".

After the earth slope exploded last night, Meng Qi took his muddy clothes and asked the swordsman with a dark face if he had any places to go in Run County. The swordsman suddenly thought of the master Wang Blacksmith.

Although they only met once (Wang Tiejiang: Bah, I don’t want to see this evil star again), but the master must remember, even if he doesn’t remember, he still remembers his own knife (Wang Tiejiang: who would not remember the knife that almost killed him).

The swordsman respects Blacksmith Wang very much. Hearing that Blacksmith Wang has long since retired, he would never want to work for an assassin organization.So the swordsman deliberately monitored the subordinates he took out that day in order to keep secrets, and took them out to perform tasks every time instead of letting them lie down and rest in the cemetery with turtle breathing exercises. Within half a year, these people died of drug overdose.The swordsman originally thought he had kept the secret, but he is not sure now.

Shopkeeper Sun's group of people managed the land in Run County very tightly, and the swordsman suspected that they knew every move he made.

Blacksmith Wang had no accidents before, it was only because the swordsman would hide his body and wander here secretly every time he went out to see if the "Master" needed help. Now he is talking to Piaoping Pavilion or the people behind Piaoping Pavilion. The organization has completely torn its face, and Blacksmith Wang's safety is in danger.

The swordsman came without saying a word, carrying the corpse.

Never thought that Blacksmith Wang would feel devastated when he saw him.

Oh, the swordsman was followed by two men, Meng Qi and Mo Li.

If the swordsman is a master who seldom communicates with others and is extremely easy to deceive, Mo Li and Meng Qi are different!From the moment Wang Tiejiang saw Meng Qi, he felt that the other party was not an ordinary person, and ordinary people could not give him such an extremely dangerous feeling.

Especially when the swordsman introduced himself as a casting master, and told the process of the two getting acquainted with great interest, Blacksmith Wang clearly saw that Meng Qi's eyes changed from curiosity to a half-smile.

Blacksmith Wang was sweating coldly on his back.

His face was tense, but the swordsman didn't notice it, but the ink carp was different.

Doctor Mo looked at Meng Qi's expression, then at Blacksmith Wang's reaction, and pondered over the rhetoric of looking at the knife from a distance, what else could he not understand?

Anyway, the two of them didn't want to expose Blacksmith Wang's intentions.

Blacksmith Wang had no choice but to hold his nose and allowed them to stay temporarily.

To be reasonable, it's fine to live with three unidentified troublesome people who may have caused the riot last night, why is there a dead body?

Now Meng Qi went out, and when the swordsman came back holding his knife and wanted to ask the "Master" to see if there was any "secret injury", Blacksmith Wang couldn't help showing his face to the swordsman.It was extremely hot that day, and even though there was saltpeter to make ice and keep the corpse in the cellar, it was still fun after half a day!

The swordsman groaned, unable to lift his head for reason.

Meng Qi happened to step into the door, and when he heard Blacksmith Wang's complaint, he said, "I'll take it away tonight."

The author has something to say: Just like seeing a beautiful woman on the road and sighing "a good knife", Blacksmith Wang felt that he was too wronged

This incident tells us that misfortune comes from the mouth.

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Meng Qi: Casting master?

Mo Li: Diagnosing the knife from the air?

Blacksmith Wang: I am not me without you forget about me!