Who asked him to cultivate immortality!

Soon, everyone in the yamen knew that two people had become constables through backdoors.

The entire yamen was speculating on the identities of the two.

"The county magistrate is from the Daodao Sect, he is impartial and doesn't give face to anyone. He can let the county magistrate use the backdoor, his relationship is very strong."

"Do you think they are from the Daodao Sect?"

"Impossible, the Daodao Sect are all favored by heaven, how could they become constables?"

To the common people, constables are majestic and everyone is afraid of them. But when you really become one, you will know that you have to work day and night shifts without interruption. You may be called back to work on your day off. If you encounter a big case, it is impossible to rest. And there are also requirements for skills to avoid being stabbed to death by criminals.

The chief clerk said confidently: "In my opinion, these two people are very likely from the barbarian tribe."

"Barbarian tribe?"

"Yes, think about it, our Quyi County is in Huangzhou, and the barbarians are also in Huangzhou. These two are probably your relatives."

"But they don't have the surname Man."

"Distant relatives, barbarians with different surnames."

"Makes sense."

This view was quickly recognized by the entire government office. Since they came in through the back door, the rules of the government office would not apply to these two people. As long as these two people don't do anything too outrageous, just turn a blind eye.

...

There are many ores in Huangzhou, and the monks refine ores according to local conditions. Over time, Huangzhou has become a gathering place for blacksmiths, and there are hundreds of blacksmith shops of all sizes in Quyi County.

Wang's blacksmith shop is the most inconspicuous one among many blacksmith shops. Their main source of customers is the neighbors' shovels, hoes, kitchen knives, and iron pots, which they repair.

Old Wang, who is missing a front tooth, has superb craftsmanship and can always repair these things without any faults.

But that's all.

Only Old Wang and Little Wang depend on each other in the Wang's blacksmith shop. As Old Wang gets older, Little Wang takes over his work and repairs iron pots for neighbors.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat." Little Wang called Old Wang to eat.

In the past, Old Wang would come out of the house with a smile, but today Little Wang called him several times and Old Wang didn't come out.

Little Wang was worried about Grandpa. When he entered the house, he saw Old Wang holding a piece of red cloth, in a daze.

"Child, come here, Grandpa has something to tell you." Old Wang's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were no longer as bright as before, but became extremely dim.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Actually, there is something I haven't told you. I am not an ordinary person, but a monk."

"Grandpa's true identity is the descendant of the Wang family, a hidden master craftsman with a thousand-year heritage."

"Grandpa violated the ancestral precepts and forged an evil sword. The evil sword has no grade and is bloodthirsty. The more people it kills and the more blood it drinks, the higher its grade will be."

Old Wang opened the red cloth in his arms, revealing a hideous blood sword with a scarlet gem inlaid on the hilt, like the eye of a demon.

"As soon as this sword was born, it was targeted by the people of the Hundred Swords Alliance. The Hundred Swords Alliance wanted to take my sword away. I knew that if this bloodthirsty evil sword fell into their hands, there would be a great loss of life."

"Grandpa fled all the way here to avoid being hunted down by the Hundred Swords Alliance."

"Grandpa also wanted to destroy this evil sword, but unfortunately this sword was created by my extraordinary efforts and its hard texture is not something I can destroy."

"Because the refining of magic swords was prohibited by Daxia, Grandpa did not dare to inform the government of this matter. He could only live here incognito and then found you."

"Unfortunately, after hiding for so many years, he was finally found by the people of the Hundred Swords Alliance."

Old Wang took out a token : "This is the Hundred Swords Hunting Order, which I received today. The Hundred Swords League likes to play with their prey the most. If I am right, they should start tonight."

"The members of the Hundred Swords League all hold the Heavenly Soldier Sword. Wherever the sword points, they will look down on everyone."

Old Wang stuffed a package into the young blacksmith Wang: "Grandpa is incompetent and can't protect you. Grandpa will fight to the death with the people of the Hundred Swords League later. Then you should run away in the chaos!"

"The forging method that Grandpa taught you in the past is actually the ninety-nine-stage forging method passed down by word of mouth in the Godly Craftsman Wang family. From now on, you are the only heir of the Godly Craftsman Wang family!"

"Grandpa!" Little Wang Blacksmith hugged Old Wang and cried.

Little Wang Blacksmith was not a child, but he was better than a child, and Old Wang's eyes also turned red.

……

"It's really deserted at night." Constable Lu Yang and Constable Meng Jingzhou patrolled the streets at night.

It was already past midnight, and the streets were quiet and cold, with only the two of them.

"By the way, have you decided what fruit you want to condense?" Lu Yang casually brought up a topic.

Meng Jingzhou shook his head and swung his sword back and forth: "I haven't figured it out yet. Even with Senior Jiuchongxian here, I can't condense things like Zhiyang Fruit."

"What about you?"

"I haven't figured it out either."

As the two were discussing, they saw two dark figures coming towards them, blending into the darkness. The two figures were carrying something on their backs, tied with black cloth, bulging.

"Stop, who are you and why are you wandering on the street!"

Lu Yang shouted: "Take out your identity documents or other things that can prove your identity!"

The shoulders of the two mysterious figures shook, and they laughed sinisterly: "Ignorance is really fearless. You are just unlucky to meet us."

"Our swords are our identities!"

They pulled out the things behind them, which turned out to be two strange-shaped swords!

In an instant, two mysterious figures appeared behind the two young detectives, sheathing their swords neatly.

"I released the Eight Swords." One of the mysterious figures said.

"I released the Nine Swords." Another mysterious figure was stronger.

The two mysterious figures sneered at each other and continued walking towards the Wang family's blacksmith shop.

"You two, don't leave in a hurry, come back."

Lu Yang grabbed the collars of the two mysterious figures.

The two mysterious figures looked at Lu Yang in disbelief. Logically speaking, shouldn't this person have been cut into eight pieces by them?

They wanted to draw their swords and attack, but found that only the hilts of their swords were left!

Meng Jingzhou helplessly looked at the broken pieces of iron at his feet. What a broken sword. It broke into pieces the moment it touched them.

The skills of these two people are also bad enough. They don't even know what's left of the sword, and they still swing it like crazy.

"Tell me, what are you doing?"

…

Wang's Blacksmith Shop.

The grandfather and grandson hugged each other and cried for a long time. Old Wangtou kept muttering in his heart, this is not right, it is time for the people from the Hundred Swords Alliance to come.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door, and Lao Wangtou's heart trembled, he's here!

"Is anyone at home? We are county police officers and we want to find out something from you."

Still want to pretend to be a police officer and lure us to open the door? Could it be that the Hundred Swords Alliance treats me as a fool!

Lao Wangtou wiped the sword with his palm, and the evil sword swallowed the blood in his palm and became more ferocious.

Blacksmith Xiao Wang opened the door secretly, and Lao Wangtou charged up his sword and aimed at the two figures at the door.

"Kids, run! I'll fight you!"

Lu Yang stretched out his index and middle fingers and gently clamped the evil sword, trying to hold back as much force as possible for fear of breaking the sword.

Meng Jingzhou clicked his tongue: "The security in this place is not good. On the first night when I became a police officer, I was hacked by two groups of people?"