The flow returns, the discipline is destroyed, the nine dragons are hidden, the powerful god comes. It goes and comes again, the sun and the moon eclipse.

Dongqianzhou, Shannan Road, Heishan City, Guanying Swordsmith Shop.

The hammer hit the rough red blade hard, and sparks flew into a line, lit up on the anvil, became black, condensed into ashes, and dispersed into foam.

The blade of the knife kept turning over during the beating process, without a single crack, and the 'ding-dong-dang-dang' sound was one continuous sound without any gaps. In the thick fog, Qi Long's eyelids were narrowed to a slit, his face expressionless, and he could only watch the knife being tempered. During the water process, there is slight rotation.

‘Stab it~~’

The turquoise sword-refining water and the rough blade gradually produced strange physical changes. The blade became thinner, the blade turned green, and the curvature on the back of the blade became more obvious, and the lines seemed like a memorial.

Finally, as Qi Long took a deep breath, beads of sweat fell from the pores on his upper body like trembling beads, and veins were buried deep in his skin. The Jade Refined Sword was finally completed.

It is normal for warriors to lose their swords and become more powerful. It is normal to cut off several swords in a battle. Good swords are hard to find, which has become a consensus in martial arts. Fortunately, the Taoists in the army who know some techniques and magic have some skills, and they can use Taoist swordsmanship. The method is mixed with the forging craftsmanship, and the pure iron liquid is smelted to create a unique knife that even the warriors in the Xiantian realm can use easily. It can especially be mass-produced. This is more effective than any genius treasure.

The name of the knife is Bi Lian, which is one of the mass-produced ordnance knives in Black Mountain City. It is tougher and lighter than ordinary steel swords. It can cut people without making a sound, and is very popular among the fierce soldiers in the army. Even though Black Mountain City is a public city, it is not subject to the military. The town manager was also ordered by Li Fuwei, the city's logistics manager, to forge fifty swords within three months, less than one to chop off the heads of their twenty-six forgers.

Everyone knows this is bullshit. Without skilled blacksmiths like them, how could the steward smuggle arms? But it would be unpleasant to receive dozens of whips.

"Second brother, I finally gathered fifty good knives. Then Thief Xu Gou can't find any trouble."

Zhao Yazi handed over the towel smeared with mutton oil in a flattering manner. Qi Long wiped his face randomly, and a layer of black oil was wiped off. The Taoist's alchemy contained lead poisoning. The formula was changed, but the smell is still the same. .

Qi Long, who had wiped off his red ash, was tall and thin, with fair skin that was rare in Shannan Road. He looked like a very clean young man, gentle and calm.

"Is the old man not here today?"

Qi Long asked casually, put on the robe hanging on the wall casually, walked to the door, and took a sip of the 80% hot chicken soup boiled on the pot rack, burning his mouth and rolling his throat, and a burst of heat suddenly spread from his stomach. His limbs were all broken, and the broken string on his waist was not broken at last, but he still felt the pain of bone crushing.

"Master went to the city this morning to buy some."

"Then I'll quit too."

Qi Lung waved his hand without looking back. As soon as the door opened, the cold wind penetrated his body. He couldn't help but shudder. He exhaled white air that was visible to the naked eye. There was smoke billowing inside the door and heavy snowfall outside.

"Hey, if this kid dares to slip away, if it were someone else, the old craftsman would take action directly." A middle-aged craftsman next to him chuckled and said ambiguously: "Who would let this person be his default son-in-law? Son-in-law is half a son-in-law."

"That's not necessarily true!" Zhao Yazi retorted subconsciously, and then looked around guiltily. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the five steel knives placed on the knife rest. The blue tip of the knife stared at him like eyeballs, making the back of his neck feel cold, and he immediately suppressed the complaints in his belly.

Among craftsmen, craftsmanship is king.

Ever since Mr. Duan brought this 'second brother' back three years ago, no one would be dissatisfied with his craftsmanship.

…

The craftsman's shop is located in Wengcheng in the south of the city. It is affiliated to the Heishan Prefecture's Ordnance Supervision and is one of the "Five Weapons Departments". Outside the city is the military camp of Heishan Jingqi, and inside the city are the arsenal, the Sixth Division and other important institutions, the Gaomen compound,

It's heavily guarded and there are few residents, but the further you go out, the more people flow, and it's noisy and lively.

Qi Lung found a familiar tea stall, ordered a bowl of tea, and ordered a plate of fennel beans. After listening for a while to the story of "the naked righteous thief wreaked havoc in Gejiazhuang, and traveled thousands of miles to show off his power to avenge his relatives," he couldn't help but feel sour.

I lost my teeth and scanned around, and there were only a few people listening in twos and threes. They all lowered their heads and talked, obviously not interested in this old routine.

In this chaotic world, where thieves turn into bandits, bandits gather troops, and soldiers form clans, and people rely on human heads for food. It is rare to meet someone who does not cut grass to eat, so naturally he will brag about it, not to mention the area where these naked thieves operate.

Being near Shannan Road, we are naturally close.

However, no matter how good the story is, it will be boring without good material. The naked thief is gone, but not only the clichés are left.

When he heard that the leader of the naked thief said, "Loyalty is the first and most important thing, promise is the most important thing, and we agree to conquer Jianghu with one heart." Qi Long smiled with an unknown meaning, dropped two copper coins, and walked away leisurely.

It is said that the south of the city is the world of feudal towns, the middle of the city is the world of public cities, and the east of the city is the real world.

The alleys became narrower and narrower, and the stench in the streets became more and more intense. Sewage overflowed from the ditches and spread all over the floor. Figures of prostitutes flashed through the windows. Scattered, gloomy and wary figures passed by, and river bandits passed by.

, the temperaments of the killer and the rebels are different, Qi Long can tell that, he gradually reveals a similar temperament, sinister and fierce, which makes the eyes staring at him in the dark a lot less.

Qi Lung turned around an alley, and the fishy smell carried an indescribable dry smell - he saw a corpse.

The corpse was leaning against the wall, looking like an uncut chicken. It was impossible to tell the identity of the corpse. It had been stabbed three or four times in the chest and lungs. The incisions were extremely messy. Two knives were stabbed in the back. It was black.

Blood flowed along the wall, and flies crawled on the whitened flesh.

In addition, the bloody human head that should have been there on the neck was missing.

Qi Lung's body stiffened, and his eyes slowly opened wide, as if he was trying to identify the enemy's traces in the wind. He subconsciously bowed his waist and pulled out a blue dagger from his cowhide boots.

The knife is also called Bi Lian. It is made of fine iron collected from unknown sources by the Black Mountain Army. It is no different from the weapon except that it is about ten times smaller than the weapon.

There is no such thing as greed. Qi Lung calls this self-sufficiency.

Internal conflicts and murders often occur in the east of the city, but the generally accepted rule is to take care of the beginning and the end. Otherwise, once the government army takes over, they will often plow the east of the city. If there is oil and water, they will get the oil and water. If there is no oil and water, the right will be taken.

Practice your sword skills; after all, nine out of ten residents in the east of the city have illegal households. In the public city, those who are not registered are like pigs and sheep.

"Hiss~"

There was a sharp numbness in his waist, as if he had been stabbed by an invisible man, and it was sore, spicy, and itchy. It seemed that the person who stabbed people was good at various torture methods, but in fact, it was just his old waist injury that recurred.

The sudden severe pain made Qi Long realize that this was no longer the enemy's nest that he tried every means to get into, but the only place of order within a radius of 500 miles. And he was not the bandit who walked his horse shirtless back then. He was

A good citizen from the north of the city who got his household registration half a year ago.

Therefore, dead people have nothing to do with him!

So he stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and glanced at the wine and lotus leaf-wrapped meat in his hand. Sure enough, they were all meat, and the stewed ones smelled better. He turned his neck and relaxed.

But he retreated cautiously, turned out of the dilapidated gate at the entrance of the square, and prepared to make a long circle to find his target.

The structure of Heishan City, or in other words, all the public cities in Shannan Road, is modeled on the Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains. The cities and towns are opposite each other, and everything is stable. Looking at it, it looks like one small square after another is split out of a big square.

Qi Lung exited the front door of Changshou Fang and entered the alley of Fulu Fang. He walked less than a hundred steps north when he heard a vague voice with an unabashedly arrogant tone.

"Aren't you, the little blacksmith who works for Old Man Duan?"

Qi Rong recognized the voice of the other party. He was a mid-level military attaché under Li Fuwei, the logistics manager of Heishan Prefecture. He was known as Xu Xiaowei on his face, but he always called him Xu Gouzhi behind his back.

He is famous in the department, and he is greedy and ruthless, so he is called a dog thief; but those who dare to call him like that in front of him will probably be made as miserable as a dog by him.

Xu Gouzi was holding military trousers in one hand and scratching the greasy black chest hair with the other hand. The smell of alcohol was turbid in his mouth, and his face was ferocious and lustful. The leather armor was draped on his back indiscriminately, and there were a few spots on the accumulated fat.

He has a knife mark and an arrow that looks particularly sad. He claims to be the most ferocious dog under General Manager Li, but before he became a dog, he was also the most ferocious wolf among Li's private soldiers. If he hadn't been injured in an accident,

His heel muscles will not be reduced to managing logistics.

"Boy, you secretly came to this area without permission. You want to find..."

Xu Gouzi had just walked out of the half-open door of the prostitute. His anger was gone and he was in a good mood. He was ready to slap the other party a dozen times and enjoy the other party's "filial" wine and meat.

'Hey, what a coincidence, it's a good chance to give Mr. Duan a big gift. My uncle Xu can do it, and my son-in-law can do it too.'
Chapter completed!