There are five shopkeepers under General Fulong, two of whom hold important official positions, one is in the army, and two are in gangs.

Mao Bijiang is the one in the army. Heishan Prefecture's cavalry school captain is also the director of the city treasury department. He manages the reserve of military supplies in the army.

Qi Lung didn't waste any time and quickly dug out the Taoist artifact drawings from the old man's residence.

"Shall I leave it to you?"

The two military officers looked at each other and shook their heads.

Mao Bijiang seemed to be very busy, indicating that the two of them should follow Qi Lung and then left in a hurry.

Qi Lung followed the two of them and asked curiously: "Where are we going?"

"Chengnan Camp," a military officer said simply.

Most of the soldiers and horses of Heishan Prefecture were stationed in Wengcheng and Heishan Military Camp in the north of the city. The south of the city was naturally the territory of the border army. Soon, the three of them arrived at the south gate. There was a long queue at the door, all young and strong.

, a large number of Montenegrin officials and government servants were responsible for maintaining order. Although there were riots, no one dared to cause trouble under the bright sword.

However, everyone was sad and angry, and there were wives, children and old ladies in the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs, and the scene was bleak.

"If the public city has to capture strong men, what's the difference between us and those mud-legged people outside the city," one of the military officials couldn't help but said angrily.

"Stop complaining, you and I will probably have to go together."

The two military officials looked at each other and saw each other's dark thoughts.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Qi Long patted the powder on his hands and showed an embarrassed smile, "I accidentally got squeezed into a crowd, my back hit the wall, and my clothes were a little dirty."

"Follow me quickly. The ninth batch of supplies will be arriving at the camp soon. I don't have time to talk to you."

Qi Lung followed him with a raised eyebrow. After an hour or two, the crowd at the city gate dispersed. Two beggars were picking through the garbage, and one of them saw the inconspicuous sign on the wall.

"Stop picking it up. I've got the money for running errands. Go report to Mr. Jie."

"There won't be anyone who refuses to pay this time, right? Last time, the salt dealers accepted the information and refused to admit their debt. They were stingy!"

…

Qi Lung saw Mao Bijiang who was surrounded by a bunch of officials. He was wearing black mountain armor and looked quite mighty. He had a cavalry reserve team of forty or fifty people.

Mao Bijiang didn't even look at Qi Long. He grabbed his horse's rope and ran straight to the military camp.

The camp door creaked open, and the people guarding the door were Heishan soldiers who were also wearing black armor. A dozen military Taoists walked out and directly connected with the officials to check supplies.

Qi Lung sensed some Feng Shui energy from these Taoists, which reminded him of Taoist Yu, the chief master of Black Mountain City.

There are rumors in the outside world that Yu Laodao's failure in ordering the dragon was met with backlash. To a certain extent, Qi Lung is taking the blame.

But it backfired and his skills were greatly damaged. If it weren't for the fact that the dragon's head was cut off by Qi Lung himself, he would have believed it.

They are all old bastards!

"Who among you is responsible for mineral exploration sites and ordnance qualifications?"

Mao Bijiang didn't even raise his head, and simply said, "Follow them."

Qi Lung showed a sincere smile and quickly followed behind an elite Black Mountain soldier.

Walking to a military tent, the soldier pulled the Taoist who was accompanying the army and said to Qi Lung with an arrogant attitude: "You first check the account with the people inside, and I will have a chat with the Taoist."

"I'll give you some time for a cup of tea." The Taoist said without raising his head.

Qi Lung obediently got in. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the soldier take out a money bag and stuff it into the Taoist's sleeve.

"Money can help you!"

"Your accounts are wrong. There is a shortage of 800 kilograms of charcoal to make pure steel knives, but an excess of 50 barrels of water and oil. The materials of pure steel knives and ordinary knives are completely different..."

"You've always been so into the show, why have you adapted to your new identity so quickly?"

Master Duan turned around and saw Qi Long stunned.

Qi Lung also looked at the old man. His right glove had a bamboo strip tied up with a thick bandage and hung on his chest. There were still traces of burns on his face, and a small half of his face was scabbed. But he was in good spirits and his clothes were clean, at least.

Not abused.

Master Duan was happy at first, and then angry. He pulled Qi Lung over and said in a loud voice like a little lady: "Why are you here, kid!"

"Looking at your old man's re-employment benefits, I'm wondering if I can go overseas with you to promote the style of our Black Mountain craftsmen."

Master Duan was so angry that he went up to beat the person. Qi Lung happily used his trump card again.

"Your granddaughter asked me to come see you."

Master Duan immediately lost all his anger and said with joy and worry: "How is Qiniang doing now?"

"It's very good. Since I joined the Li Mansion, my salary has skyrocketed. I guess it's not far away to return to the status quo when you were here."

"That's good, that's good," Master Duan breathed a big sigh of relief, and then he hummed: "Didn't you get out of here? What are you doing here? I'm a very good man, I don't need you to care."

"Originally I didn't plan to care about you," Qi Long shook his head helplessly: "Originally, I only planned to build a road guide for Heishan City, and then defect to the seven governor's offices to serve the officials. As a result, the swordsmith business broke up and there were no people left.

There is really no way around this, and you know that it took a long time for me, a big bandit leader, to become a good man, but I can't just change back."

Master Duan's expression darkened.

Qi Long looked at the pile of knives piled up like a hill, picked a steel knife at random, and said casually: "Are you ready?"

"What's ready?"

"Take you and fight out."

Master Duan was so frightened that his red face turned black. He grabbed the knife with his hands and said, "You want to die!"

"No, I am at least 60% sure. I looked carefully on the road. There were many people and horses, and the government was covering up. I masked my face again and only saved you as a blacksmith. Who can guess who is who," Qi Lung

Tilting his head: "What I did before, if you didn't ask about it, was much more dangerous than this."

Master Duan finally showed a troubled expression. After a long time, he said: "No, you can go back and tell Qiniang, that's it."

"No, old man, it took me a lot of effort to sneak in. It won't be so easy to get in again. Besides, your granddaughter is ready to sell her grandfather's inheritance for your sake. Why don't you do it for me?"

When she thinks about it, she also has to think about her deceased grandfather."

Before Master Duan could show his astonishment, Qi Lung continued: "Then again, you are such a big-hearted person. This suicide note is quite touching. It says, 'Grandpa never had a true love in his life.' 'After I die, I will give it to you in the underworld.'"

"Pray for blessings", "When people are no longer young and flowers bloom again," did your old morning glory bloom too brightly before you died?"

It was as if Master Duan was being publicly executed. His face turned red and purple, and finally he became angry with embarrassment. He rushed forward and shouted: "I will fight with you!"

…

"Don't make trouble. At such an old age, you know how to be in trouble and have the ability to take revenge."

Qi Lung finally broke free from the opponent's hand, rubbed his neck, and glanced outside, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"This is your last chance. Do you really want to leave?"

Master Duan sat down on the stone pier, groaned twice, suddenly put his foot on the box, and cursed angrily: "Go on, go on, go on, it's not that I never thought about revenge when I was young, and it's not that I never killed anyone."

People, then, after killing one after another, can you kill them all? They just put their heads on their heads and chop them off for you? The ones with good brains are dead, and those who can fight are also dead. Only a blacksmith like me, who is incompetent, is still alive.

This god is fucking blind!"

"Even if you can rescue me, then people won't look for Qiniang. Well, even if you can get Qiniang out, then, three people are wanted, and you, a horse bandit with a bounty of over 10,000,

Are you willing to take us around with you? If you don’t want to be married, how can you bring two married women?"

Master Duan was panting, "I know what you want to say, can you guarantee that we will be settled well? You won't be arrested after you leave. Now my children and grandchildren have food, drink and clothing. Even if I go outside the customs,

You can still have food, drink, and clothing by relying on your craftsmanship. If you die, you will die. Where you die is not death!"

Qi Long smacked his lips and shrugged, "That makes sense, I'm leaving."

After saying this, he really opened the curtain and left. Master Duan was stunned for a while, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the other person coming back. He couldn't help but rush out and take a look, and there was really no one there.

"This kid is really gone. I still have a lot to say."

Master Duan was dumbfounded.

…

"Have you finished ordering?" Taoist Suijun asked.

"It's done," Qi Long smiled: "It's pretty much the same."

"Let's go."
Chapter completed!