Li Zhubo died.
His luck was extreme, and he was hit in the head by a flying rock when the slope collapsed.
At that time, the swordsmen had already tried their best to protect him, and they were not as close to the Tupo as Meng Qi Moli. Li Zhubo's clothes didn't even touch the mud, but unfortunately, in the last explosion, a piece was not big enough for a baby's fist. The gravel flew over.
… right on the previous affected area.
Originally this kind of small stone, even if it is used to hit a child, it will not cause death. However, the power of the explosion was extremely strong, and the mud could be as hard as a stone, and the stone had the strength to pierce the tree trunk directly.
Li Zhubo was killed on the spot even though the swordsman's true qi was blocked in front of him.
Ink carp: "… "
The swordsman is extremely embarrassed.
Is this Li Zhubo a ghost locked by a ghost card? Can this all die? The top expert can't take care of a person, and it's shameful to say it.
"Forget it, the living have the value of the living, and the dead have the use of the dead."
Meng Qi's words shocked the swordsman.
What is the usage of the dead
Meng Qi obviously didn't mean to explain to him.
The swordsman supported Li Zhubo's body, but it was not right to throw it away, and it seemed wrong to continue carrying it on his back.
"Let's go into the city and have a look. If the magistrate is not theirs, they will be thrown into the county government office." Meng Qi said.
The swordsman fainted for a while, and blurted out: "What about me?"
Meng Qi looked at him like a fool.
Then he said reluctantly: "You can also leave it with the body, the bigger the noise, the better. Someone comes to arrest you, just don't kill and run! Can you escape?"
The swordsman who once ran around the mountain: "..."
What an insult to the killer!
However, the form is stronger than the person, the insult should be insulted, and it is better to solve the problem than anything else.
"You are not afraid of me..."
"Not afraid."
The swordsman was choked to death by Meng Qi, and almost wanted to take Li Zhubo to Piaoping Pavilion again.
Departure is impossible.
When things got to this point, the swordsman couldn't go back, and he couldn't collect money and kill people like before without asking anything else. Even if he is willing to live his former life, the benefactor... I'm afraid he is not a benefactor anymore.
Of course, the most direct reason is that the swordsman does not know the martial arts of "Piaoping Pavilion Master". If he could beat him, he would have rushed to ask what happened, instead of following Meng Qi Mo Li in humiliation.
Swordsmen are not afraid of death, nor are they afraid of failure.
He was afraid that after the defeat, he would be forced into A Furong. So no matter how angry he was, he had to endure it.
Mo Li coughed lightly and gestured: "Your knife is still in the ruins of Ganquan Tang, why don't you look for it?"
The swordsman was refreshed, and the pace of walking with the corpse accelerated.
Meng Qi: Doctor, well done.
Mo Li: The knife politely ran away, and you are covered in mud again, why don't I carry the corpse
The two looked at each other and silently retracted their gazes.
"Su... Well, do you have a place to go?" Meng Qi swallowed back the sentence calling the swordsman's nickname, and changed his words, "Where Piaoping Pavilion knows, it's best to sit still and it is possible for Shopkeeper Sun to stay still. Come to the door."
The swordsman was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered someone.
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City God Temple in Run County.
There was too much noise last night, and some people were worried. In addition to going out to inquire about news, they also came to offer incense in twos and threes.
If the county magistrate is the parental official of the world, the city god is like the slaughter of the underworld in the hearts of the people. As long as what happens in this city, whether it is between the living and the living, or between the ghost and the living Anything, even communication with the gods, can all be handled by the Chenghuang.
But it is also like the wandering monks who walk the streets and alleys holding the banner of "rejuvenating the spring and cure all diseases", because they claim to be able to do everything, from chanting scriptures to exorcise ghosts, curing diseases and prescriptions to funerals. You do everything, but you won't be trusted by people.
Everyone thinks that if you need to see a doctor, you have to go to the pharmacy to find a doctor, to read scriptures to go to the temple to find a monk with high moral character, and you should invite more monks to come to the water and land dharma meeting. So people who want to continue the incense go to the Goddess of Mercy, people who want to make a fortune enter the Temple of Fortune, young men worship Emperor Wenchang and want to be named on the golden list, and young women worship the old man and want to have a smooth and happy marriage... The incense in the Temple of the City God is always a little bit reluctantly.
The incense in the Chenghuang Temple in Run County was not very prosperous. First, the county magistrate never allocated money for repairs because of the errands, and only followed the official procedures. Second, there was a small street with many shops in the early years of Chenghuang Temple. There are more and more business travelers passing by, and the owner of the shop is greedy. Your house will build a shed and my house will stretch out a corner of the house. It will also surround the open space in front of the door. Any villagers who come to set up stalls at temple fairs will ask for it. It takes half the money, otherwise it will not be opened.
Lost people's hearts, a new Bodhi Temple was built in the north of the city, and several famous monks were invited. In front of the temple is a spacious flat land, and the land is still owned by the temple. The people hurrahed and rushed over there to hold the temple fair.
The popularity of the Chenghuang Temple plummeted, and when people finally understood the joints, they demolished the shed and no longer asked for money for the stalls that occupied the land. Unfortunately, the people have long been used to going to the Bodhi Temple.
The shop couldn't hold on, and it closed three times in a row. There was a shop with a history and a backer behind it, so I turned around and took a look at the shops near the Buddhist temple in the east of the city and the north of the city, and continued to do business. The real losses are only those people who rely on ancestral craftsmanship to eat with the shop. They have neither the means to make money nor the ability to move out.
At this moment, the swordsman was holding the sword he picked up from the ruins, mixed with the people who came to burn incense, and burrowed into a small shop with a narrow facade.
The banners hanging in front of the shop were too dirty to look at and were in tatters.
Half of the door panel was removed, probably for the people who came to offer incense to see what was being sold inside and to solicit some business.
However, the shop was very hot, so you didn't need to step in. As long as you walked nearby, you could feel a heat wave coming towards your face, which made everyone frown and hurried over, not wanting to take a look inside.
The heat is because of the stove.
This is a blacksmith shop, forging hoes, scissors, shovels, watermelon knives.
When the swordsman got in, the shop owner with the hammer gave him a cold look, and hummed, "When you come back, take that body out to me and dirty my place."
The swordsman looked embarrassed. He was not familiar with this blacksmith, but he was not unfamiliar either.
The blacksmith is actually a master of the outside world. He has mastered the kung fu of a golden bell, but he fell into the enemy's calculation when he was walking in the arena many years ago. He was poisoned and lived here. With the idea of marrying the original blacksmith's daughter, he inherited the shop. Others call him Blacksmith Wang, but they don't know his origin, they just think he came here from the famine.
Although blacksmith Wang himself did not use weapons, he was once a disciple of a swordsmith, but he only learned the basics and was expelled because of his deviant words and deeds.
And after the swordsman got this treasured sword in his hand, he liked it very much at first, but as his skills deepened, he felt that it became more and more difficult to use it. If others were like this, they would find another suitable treasured sword. The swordsman had deep feelings for his own sword and was unwilling to discard it, so he dragged it on until one day he brought his subordinates out to kill, and the target went to the Chenghuang Temple in Run County to offer incense. On the street someone praised the "good knife".
If it was just this sentence, the swordsman might have killed the blacksmith Wang standing by the door in order to prevent him from revealing his whereabouts.
At that time, the 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 are damaged and cracked. The cracks are getting bigger and bigger and will break sooner or later."
The swordsman stopped immediately.
The blood can flow, but the knife cannot break.
What kind of sword is in the sword, and people are killed. Do you look down on those who practice swords? They are the same!
The swordsman doesn't care if he lives alone, he is focused on the peak of martial arts, and he is not very good at communicating with people. It is important to save the sword!
In fact, the blacksmith Wang didn't want to cause this trouble at all. He regretted many times why he went to the door of the shop to stop the seller of cooking cakes that day. He would not die from starvation. It was because he bought the cooking cakes and looked up to find the man with a hat on his waist. Sabre, the foundry's instinct makes him feel the price of this knife just by looking at the scabbard.
Who knew that the man in the hat was so high in martial arts that he could hear his muttering from so far away, and he turned his head to stare at him accurately.
Blacksmith Wang has not been in the arena for many years, but his vision of seeing people has not gone backwards.
- God, that's clearly a malefic.
The kind that kills!
Blacksmith Wang had no choice but to say the second half of his words.
What kind of knife has dark lines on it, and what kind of cracks are getting bigger and bigger, that's all nonsense! Just like the advisors who were ordered to send envoys to neighboring countries in the past, when the monarch of the neighboring country ordered a beheading in person, he laughed up to the sky, "The monarch knows that he is in a dangerous situation", "I laugh tomorrow's ancestral temple is destroyed" is a reason.
Alarmist, just to survive.
There are really cracks, can you see it through the scabbard? What kind of eyes do you have
But I can't bear to do what I like, the swordsman believes that his weapons are wise! Dao Ling will remind the master, will ask for help, and meet a discerning caster again, can you explain it clearly
In short, the blacksmith Wang closed the door of the shop. He was calm on the surface, but he was holding the treasured sword tremblingly to look left and right. He also asked the swordsman to pose a few times in the usual way of holding the sword. Then his eyes lit up and found the area that could be improved.
Blacksmith Wang talked about the mysterious and mysterious sword spirit weapon, and asked for a few pieces of fine iron, and then started to work.
When the knife was released again, the swordsman waved like that—
Hey, the feeling of being out of hand is gone.
"It's a famous casting teacher who is hidden in the city!"
The swordsman was overjoyed, and he also said the same when he introduced Blacksmith Wang to Mo Li and Meng Qi later.
Blacksmith Wang: ... In fact, I changed the handguards of different materials and sizes, and forged and tempered the blade again.
I don’t think it’s easy to use it, because the wooden handguard connecting the handle and the blade is not good. When the master pours infuriating energy, it creates a barrier. As for why you need to forge it again, it’s like an expensive guqin that is out of tune. A famous qin master came to repair it, and the famous master picked a lot of faults on the qin, and finally replaced the qin with a short one, saying that the short one that placed the qin was a little uneven and affected the sound of the qin body. Did the master suddenly realize it, or Outraged
Must not tell the truth!
In order to maintain the lie, I have to change the strings and repair the piano column. In short, it has to look like it has been reborn and reborn!
Re-forging, as long as the craftsmanship is enough, the knife will not be damaged, and it will make the knife sharper under normal circumstances. Good knives are all forged.
For the sake of his love of knives, the swordsman got acquainted with such a "master".
After the earth slope exploded last night, Meng Qi carried his muddy clothes and asked the swordsman with a dark face if he had any place to go in Run County. The swordsman suddenly thought of the master blacksmith Wang.
Although they only met once (Wang Blacksmith: Bah, I don't want to see this evil star again), the master must remember it, and even if he doesn't remember, he still remembers his knife (Wang Blacksmith: Who wouldn't remember the knife that almost lost his life).
The swordsman respects Blacksmith Wang very much. Hearing that Blacksmith Wang has long since retired, he is absolutely reluctant to work for a killer organization. So the swordsman deliberately monitored the subordinates he took out that day in order to keep secrets, and every time he took them out to perform tasks instead of letting them lie down and rest in the cemetery using the Turtle Breathing Exercise. Within half a year, these people died because of A Furong's overdose. The swordsman originally thought he had kept the secret, but he is not sure now.
Shopkeeper Sun's group managed the Run County site so tightly that the swordsmen suspected that they knew everything they did.
Blacksmith Wang didn't have an accident before, just because every time he went out, the swordsman would hide his figure and walk around here in secret to see if the "master" had anything to help. Now he is talking to Piaoping Pavilion or the person behind Piaoping Pavilion. The organization completely tore his face, and the safety of Blacksmith Wang was at stake.
Without saying a word, the swordsman came carrying the corpse.
He never imagined that Blacksmith Wang would feel broken when he saw him.
Oh, the swordsman was followed by Meng Qi and Mo Li.
If the swordsman is a master who rarely communicates with others and is extremely easy to deceive, Mo Li and Meng Qi are different! From the moment that Blacksmith Wang saw Meng Qi, he felt that the other party was not an ordinary person, and ordinary people could not give him such a dangerous feeling.
Especially after listening to the swordsman introducing himself as a master casting master, and talking about the process of getting acquainted with the two with great interest, Wang Tiejiang clearly saw that Meng Qi's eyes changed from curiosity to half a 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, and then at the reaction of Blacksmith Wang. He pondered the words of looking at the knife from the air, what else could he not understand
Anyway, the two of them didn't dismantle Blacksmith Wang's intention.
Blacksmith Wang had to hold his nose and allow them to stay temporarily.
To be fair, if you live with three unidentified people who may be the troublesome people who caused the riots last night, why is there a corpse
Meng Qi was out at this moment, and when the swordsman came back with his knife and wanted to ask the "master" to see if there was any "secret injury", the blacksmith Wang couldn't help showing the swordsman's face. It was terribly hot this day. Although saltpeter ice was used to keep the corpse in the cellar, it still tasted good after a long time!
The swordsman was embarrassed, unable to lift his head.
Meng Qi just stepped into the door and heard the complaint of the blacksmith Wang, and said: "Take it tonight."
The author has something to say: just like seeing a beautiful woman on the road and sighing a "good knife", the blacksmith Wang felt that he was injustice
This incident tells us that evil comes from the mouth.
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Meng Qi: Master of casting
Ink carp: Diagnosing knives from the air
Blacksmith Wang: I'm not, I don't have you, forget me!