Crematorium-style love with the male protagonist of the starting point

Wang Mang stopped teasing him, and finished the rest of the meal with peace of mind, and took Fu Qinghe to the blacksmith shop in the town to see if there were ready-made weapons for sale.

Fu Qinghe was still reluctant at first, but when he heard that he was going to buy a sword, he immediately shut his mouth and looked at Wang Mang with bright eyes.

"Well, that will return the silver to Miss Luo next day." Fu Qinghe rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"You don't need to pay it back, just treat it as my investment in advance."

"Then I will work hard in the future to live up to the girl's expectations."

Wang Mang looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and chuckled, "That's right."

Weapon shops are only found in big towns. There are various weapons in them, and they can also be customized.However, you can occasionally meet some good blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop of this small town. The blacksmith shop they go to is a good one. The sharpness and toughness of the sword are not bad. If you don’t use it, it will be chipped or broken. .

It was the first time in Fu Qinghe's life that he saw a real sword, and rushed over with his eyes shining. He couldn't put it down every time he picked it up and looked at it back and forth.

"Qinghe, take your pick."

Hearing the words, Fu Qinghe's expression immediately changed from joy to entanglement. He walked around in front of the display rack like a bee, finally selected two swords, took them out, walked to Wang Mang eagerly and handed them to him. look.

"Miss Luo, which of these two swords do you think is better?"

Wang Mang raised his hand and slowly approached the blades of the two swords while observing Fu Qinghe's expression. When he moved to the left, Fu Qinghe's expression was a little unwilling, and when he moved to the right, Fu Qinghe also There was no sign of relief.

Wang Mang simply took one casually and handed him the other, "Put this back."

Fu Qinghe took the sword hesitantly, and looked at Wang Mang unconsciously with desire, "Do you really want to put it back?"

"Then Qinghe wants the one in your hand?"

Fu Qinghe bit his lip, and immediately became sluggish, and put the sword in his hand back on the display shelf in a depressed mood, "No need, the girl will choose this one."

Wang Mang gave the silver to the blacksmith, while Fu Qinghe held his new sword, but kept looking at the sword that was put back.

Wang Mang saw his intentions, and pulled his skirt to make him bend down so that the height of the two was even, "Do you want Qinghe? Kiss me and I'll buy you the other one too. "

Uncle Blacksmith has an expression on his face that you think I'm dead.

Fu Qinghe blushed immediately, he looked carefully at the blacksmith uncle, leaned over and kissed Wang Mang on the face, then immediately stood up straight and turned his face away, his ears were blushing.

"Take it as a loan from the girl. I'm really, really embarrassed."

"Go get your sword." Wang Mang gave the silver to the blacksmith, and kept the broken silver he found.

Fu Qinghe took down the other sword, and trotted out of the blacksmith's shop with his two darlings in his arms. He hung it on his waist, and then hid the donkey he had just led, where the blacksmith couldn't see it.

Wang Mang stepped out of the house on the steps, took Fu Qinghe's hand directly, and dragged him to walk on the avenue.

"Qinghe loves to blush so much?"

"Blushing?" Fu Qinghe's expression froze, "Am I blushing?"

He doesn't know his feelings yet.

"I'll let you see for yourself next time I have a chance." Wang Mang held his hand tightly, and Fu Qinghe felt the strength of his palm, and the tips of his ears turned red again.

Can you still be the king of the sea?I can do it too.

Wang Mang secretly sighed, and pinched Fu Qinghe's tight and thin waist a few more times.

It's still relatively rare around here.

To the east of the town, Wang Mang and Fu Qinghe were leading their donkeys looking for an inn where they could stay.

There are quite a few inns near here, but Wang Mang has a lot of money and must find the most upscale inn to stay in.Fu Qinghe knew that Wang Mang was not short of money, so he did not dissuade him.

There was a strange movement in his ear, Fu Qinghe threw his arms around Wang Mang and put him behind him.I saw that the wooden boards of the building on the side were broken, and a young woman fell from it, and just landed in Fu Qinghe's arms.

Fu Qinghe's current appearance is quite similar to that of Li Xunhuan back then.

Fu Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and immediately wanted to push the woman in his arms away, but was grabbed by the sleeves of his clothes.

"Young hero, help me!" For some reason, the woman felt a sense of destiny when she saw Fu Qinghe, and instinctively asked him for help.

Wang Mang observed from the other side, and he didn't think this woman could be compared with the main harem in the introduction, it was probably just one of Fu Qinghe's dewy love affairs.

Fu Qinghe didn't answer whether he was willing to help her. A few people slowly came over from the hole in the broken wooden wall. They looked like men and women. Wang Mang's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately covered half of his face with his sleeves.

The people who come here are all members of the Demon Cult, but the Demon Cult distinguishes each other by the unique marks on their shoulders, and Luo Tan's body has been reshaped. Although there is no mark, but this kind of Demon Cult high-ranking person can do it without a mark. It is easy to be recognized by them.

Fu Qinghe didn't intend to meddle in other people's business at first, but he froze the moment he saw the person coming. The demon cultists who killed his parents in his memory all had the same marks as the people in front of him.

"I advise you not to meddle in your own business and hand over that woman." The leading "woman" opened her mouth, and the voice she made was actually male. He was still holding two thunderbolts in his hand. It seemed that the wall was blown open. From his handwriting.

Fu Qinghe's expression cracked.

Wang Mang knew well that if the males of the Devil's Cult wanted to practice fast, the best way would be to come from the palace.Those who are not cut now may one day be cut without resisting the temptation.Luo Tan, who practiced kung fu since he was a child, cut his voice early, and his voice changed a lot, so it's not a problem to pretend to be a woman.

Poor Fu Qinghe is pure and ignorant, and now his world view seems to have been refreshed.

"Why did you arrest me for no reason!" The woman seemed to have injured her leg. There was nothing unusual when she fell into Fu Qinghe's arms just now, but she only realized it when she was staggering to stand upright now.

"You don't have to know."

"I'll deal with them." Fu Qinghe threw the woman behind him, unsheathed his sharp knife, but in the blink of an eye, he chopped down the demon cultist in front of him.

All the thunderbolts in his hand fell to the ground and were triggered by the vibration. Wang Mang grabbed the arms of Fu Qinghe and the woman beside him and retreated a few meters to avoid the explosion of the thunderbolts.

These Demon Cultists did not expect the young knight in front of them to have such abilities. Fortunately, the Demon Cult has the ability to defend against thunderbolts, and they were not wiped out by a few thunderbolts.

"You really want to be an enemy of our Demon Cult?" Another Demon Cultist waved the smoke in front of him with his sleeve and glared at Fu Qinghe.

Dare to openly destroy this town, and only the Demon Sect dares to do so, and no one will stop it with a sense of justice.

Regardless of righteousness or evil, the devil's religion and the orthodox religion are both top-ranking forces in the martial arts, and they are indistinguishable from each other in the eyes of these Jianghu people.

These Demon Cultists have never seen someone like Fu Qinghe confronting the Devil's Cult when he came up.

"Stop talking nonsense."

The man snorted coldly in a voice that was neither yin nor yang, "You don't eat the toast, you don't eat the fine wine."

All the demon cultists took out their weapons. Wang Mang glanced at these things behind Fu Qinghe, bent down and picked up a handful of stones on the ground.

The evil claws were thrown at Fu Qinghe. Fu Qinghe swung his sword horizontally, intending to bounce it away with the back of the sword, but saw that the claws opened automatically the moment they touched the blade, and grabbed the blade.

Seeing an opportunity, other believers waved a long whip, intending to entangle Fu Qinghe.Fu Qinghe didn't appear to be flustered, and used his free hand to draw out the other sword at his waist. A few flashes of sword light flashed, and the long whip was cut into several sections.

As for the annoying claw, Fu Qinghe directly relied on brute force, the muscles of his entire arm swelled and veins burst out, he forcibly tore off the rope connected to the claw, and almost dragged the opponent down.

Those small poisons that were secretly released to attack Fu Qinghe were all eliminated by Wang Mang with stones.

Although he didn't feel that these things threatened Fu Qinghe, they would always cause him some trouble and it was unnecessary.

The minions of the demon sect could not threaten Fu Qinghe at all, and he dealt with them in twos and threes, killing them all with a single sword strike.

These believers opened their eyes, with a hideous look of death.

The Jianghu people passing by just glanced at this place, then bowed their heads and left in a hurry, even the innkeeper never showed up.

Wang Mang looked at Fu Qinghe's expressionless face. He knew that Fu Qinghe didn't like killing people, but he was merciless when it came to the Demon Cultists.

It seems that it is indeed a bloody feud that cannot be shared.

Before Wang Mang could move, the women around him dragged their injured legs to Fu Qinghe's side, and bowed to him, "Little girl Qinglian, you can't repay the young hero for saving your life, only promise with your body."

Fu Qinghe's hostility that had not completely dissipated disappeared without a trace when he heard these words, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"Girl, don't be joking. I already have someone I like. It's just a personal grudge to solve these people."

Wang Mang watched the play with great interest.

Qing Lian wasn't surprised, instead she didn't mind and said, "I'm a concubine, so I dare not compare myself with my sister."

His face was full of sincerity.

Fu Qinghe's head is getting bigger, and the sweetheart who has just confirmed the relationship is still around, and this kind of thing happens, he can't wait to go up and cover Qinglian's mouth to prevent her from talking.

"I have no such intention."

Qing Lian seemed a little disappointed when she was rejected, "Young Xia's infatuation is enviable, my sister is really lucky."

Fu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Wang Mang as if asking for credit.

Wang Mang said coldly, "Qinghe is really warm-hearted, it seems that what he said to me before was just comfort."

Fu Qinghe felt as if struck by lightning, "Miss Luo misunderstood, I only acted out of personal grudges."

"They're all girls anyway, what's the difference?"

Fu Qinghe put away his sword and ran over to grab Wang Mang's sleeves, lowered his head and felt wronged, "Miss, please don't misunderstand me, I only have eyes for girls."

Wang Mang raised the corner of his mouth, "Didn't Miss Qinglian hurt her legs, why don't you come with us and take care of me?"

"Miss Luo!"

Qinglian thought that Wang Mang wanted to give her a chance to get close to Fu Qinghe, so she immediately thanked Dade for her kindness, "Thank you sister for taking care of me."

"Don't be polite. If you want to thank Qinghe, please thank Qinghe." Wang Mang smirked at Qinglian, and stretched his hand to the part of Fu Qinghe's lower back that you know, and pinched it hard.

Fu Qinghe's body stiffened immediately, his muscles tensed, and his face turned blue.

The author has something to say: I set the wrong publishing time, huh