Xiaoyuer and Tie Xinlan had already run away without any signs. Wang Dong said, "Let's go," but he was calm and walked in the crowd, with no sign of anxiety on his face.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but say, "If you don't chase after me, you may never catch up."

"If I chase after me now, I'm afraid that the so-called God of Biserpent will be so scared that I dare not come out."

"Although that little snake is not as brave as it is, it is not as brave as that."

"I don't know how brave he used to be, but now there is a girl Jing here. I think if he sees her, he will probably not dare to show up."

"Am I a ghost?"

"Why did Miss Jing say that?"

"If I weren't a ghost, why would the stinky snake be afraid of me?"

"If it's really a ghost, I'm afraid that the snake may not take it seriously. But of course, Miss Jing is not a ghost, but an immortal, a little fairy who descended into the mortal world. Once the fairy arrives, the ghosts and monsters will naturally avoid it."

Zhang Jing was called a "little fairy", so she naturally praised her beautiful face, like a fairy! But when Wang Dong praised so directly, she was still a little embarrassed, her pretty face turned slightly red, and she stopped talking.

After a moment of silence, she saw Wang Dong still walking forward, and finally couldn't help but say again: "You seem to be on the wrong path. The direction is not the same as the road out of the town."

"When I entered the town just now, I saw a weapon shop on the street in front of me."

Wang Dong pointed ahead.

Zhang Jing was stunned and said, "So what?"

"So I plan to pick a good sword first!"

"You use a sword too? But I don't know how the sword technique is?" A hint of curiosity flashed across Zhang Jing's face.

Wang Dong smiled and said, "My sword technique is naturally not as good as the world's number one divine sword Yan Nantian, Hero Yan! But I guess it's not too bad."

Zhang Jing said 'oh': "I'm really interested in seeing this."

“There is always a chance to see it.”

After leaving for a moment, he arrived at the weapon shop in Wang Dong's mouth.

Zhang Jing glanced at it a few times and couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the weapon shop you mentioned?"

In front of me was a tile house that was blackened by charcoal fire. The house was filled with flames, and there was only one blacksmith!

Iron plows, iron rakes, iron forks, shovels... all kinds of farm tools are hung on the walls and on the ground! As for swords, there are only a few.

To be honest, this is a blacksmith shop. It really can't be said to be a weapon shop. It's no wonder that Zhang Jing sighed.

Wang Dong stepped forward and greeted the blacksmith with his naked arms. After a few words, he bought a sword for two cents of silver.

The sword is three feet and three inches long and cast iron. It seems that no one cares about it because it has been cast for too long. Yellow rust has also appeared on the blade.

Now, the sword is on Wang Dong's hands.

Wang Dong played with it casually for a few times and inserted it into the scabbard polished by two iron pieces.

The blacksmith was embarrassed to take advantage of this swordsman, so he gave it to him.

"This is a good sword too?" Zhang Jing sneered.

Wang Dong asked back, "Is this sword not good?"

"Okay, okay, great." Zhang Jing murmured three good words, "I think your sword is not only used to kill people, but even kill chickens. The only advantage is that it is cheap. By the way, you can also use it to chop wood."

"It's both cheap and capable of chopping wood. This is really a good sword." Wang Dong smiled.

"I'm afraid that the firewood will not be cut off, so your sword will break first." Zhang Jing snorted.

Wang Dong smiled slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "How about Miss Jing listening to me tell a story?"

"What's the story? Tell me!"

"This story happens to be related to swords?"

"Oh!" Zhang Jing raised a little interest.

Wang Dong smiled and said, "Have Miss Jing ever heard of Chen Qinghong?"

"Chen Qinghong?! I seem to have heard someone mention this name!" Zhang Jing showed a thoughtful look on her face and said slowly: "Is it the Chen Qinghong, who is known as the 'Flying Flowers in the Sky, Silently Falling on the Ground'? It is said that this person was the chief escort of the three major escort agencies of Weiyuan, Zhenda and Ningyuan. He is very famous in the world. However, after receiving a red deceased for more than ten years, there was no news. Is your story related to this person?"

"It has something to do with it, but it doesn't matter!" Wang Dong nodded and said, "The many escort agencies in the world back then can be said to be the biggest names in the three major escort agencies, Weiyuan, Zhenda and Ningyuan, and the most influential ones. Chen Qinghong is the chief escort leader of the three major escort agencies. Under Chen Qinghong, there is an escort leader named Lei Xiaohu, and the people in the world are called Lei Boss..."

"Lei Xiaohu, this name is quite intimidating." Zhang Jing smiled and said, "I understand, your story is related to this Lei Xiaohu?"

"I have already said that the girl is an extremely smart woman!" Wang Dong nodded and continued: "It was also during a ward. Lei Xiaohu and others passed by a small town and ran into a poor man in an inn!"

“How poor are you?”

"The girl thinks that the poor is, the poor is!" Wang Dong said: "Although that man is poor, he has a good sword in his hand!"

"What kind of good sword?" Zhang Jing asked again.

"Blowing hair and cutting iron like mud."

Wang Dong answered eight words.

"That's really a good sword." Zhang Jing murmured, her attention had been mobilized, but she was still curious: "But, since you said that he was a poor man, how could there be a sword that was as sharp as mud?"

"Don't the girl believe it?"

Zhang Jing nodded.

Wang Dong sighed: "Lei Xiaohu and others naturally don't believe it, because the poor man's sword light is much inferior to mine in terms of appearance!"

"Your sword and blade are almost obscured. Can there be any worse than this broken sword?"

Zhang Jingqi said.

"My sword is just embroidered with blunt blade, but the poor man's sword is almost rusted and rotted! In comparison, my sword is probably ten times better."

Wang Dong continued, "Seeing that others don't believe it, the poor man asked Lei Xiaohu and his group to pull out their swords, draw out their swords, and try to cut them casually!"

Zhang Jingyanran said, "That's Lei Xiaohu, Boss Lei. Although I haven't heard of his name before, since he can be the head of Chen Qinghong's men, he must have two brushes! The weapons he uses will naturally not be too bad!"

Wang Dong said: "I don't know how many brushes Lei Xiaohu has, but his weapon is also a sword. Although it is not a magic weapon, it is also a refined steel. If it is used to chop wood, it may be able to cut for more than ten years!"

"You don't need to say anything below. I also know that Lei Xiaohu used his sword to cut the poor man's sword. Of course, the one who broke his sword was his own." Zhang Jing clapped his hands.

"Yes, Lei Xiaohu's sword was cut off. The poor man lightly blocked the sword in the air, and he didn't use any power. Lei Xiaohu's long sword that had been refined with a hundred fine steel was broken and cut into two pieces like cloth! The poor man's sword seemed to be broken with the wind, but it was not damaged at all."

"Lei Xiaohu must have been surprised?"

Wang Dong nodded and said, "Not only was he surprised, he was also surprised and happy. Unexpectedly, this time he had a raft that he had encountered such an adventure, and he planned to buy the 'sword' in the hand of the poor man on the spot."

"If you want to have such a sword, you can't even ask for it. Who will sell it?" Zhang Jing sighed.

"I think so too, but the poor man said that a red pink is given to a beautiful woman and a sword is given to a hero...!"

"Puchi!" Zhang Jing couldn't help laughing, "Can Lei Xiaohu also be called a hero?"

She smiled for a moment and asked again, "Okay, how much money do you think that poor man is going to buy Lei Xiaohu?"

"Not much, it's just a price of one thousand taels."

Zhang Jing agreed: "There are not many swords like iron and mud in the world, and it is not easy to make a fortune! It is really not much for a thousand taels of gold."

"It's actually one thousand taels of silver." Wang Dong said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing widened his eyes, and a look of surprise shot out from his starry and moon-like eyes: "One thousand taels of silver? Is that poor man crazy?"

"If he is really poor and crazy, he shouldn't have sold it to Lei Xiaohu. Although Lei Xiaohu is the leader of the three major escort agencies and his salary is not low, the people in the world spend a lot of money, and they actually don't have much money. It's only after asking other escorts to get together for this thousand taels!"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "Lei Xiaohu spent 1,000 taels of silver. Although he was a little sad, he was so happy that he almost forgot his birth date when he got such a sword. Once he was praised by his brothers, he would inevitably be a little proud. He thought that after getting such a sword, he would definitely be invincible in the world. At this moment, even the chief escort Shen Qinghong looked down on him."

"What do you say about Shen Qinghong?"

"Shen Qinghong was actually not present at that time. It was only afterward that she learned that Lei Xiaohu had obtained a sword. She didn't say much at the moment. She just smiled and borrowed an ordinary iron sword from her hand and attacked Lei Xiaohu's two swords. Unexpectedly, what was broken this time was the 'sword' in Lei Xiaohu' that was 'sharpened iron like mud'."

Zhang Jing was stunned at first, then her eyes moved, revealing a hint of contemplation: "What's next?"

Wang Dong smiled slightly and said, "Next, Lei Xiaohu naturally looked ashamed. He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He knew that he was fooled and wanted to catch up on the spot to find trouble for the poor man, but he was blocked by Shen Qinghong and asked him carefully about the appearance of the poor man..."

"Lei Xiaohu only mentioned a few words, and Shen Qinghong suddenly sighed and said, "I just sigh that you have followed me for many years, but I don't expect that they are still blind people without eyes."

Zhang Jing pondered: "Can Shen Qinghong recognize that poor man?"

"Not bad!" Wang Dong nodded.

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed slightly and he said slowly: "What does that poor man look like? Can you tell me?"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "That poor man has no significant characteristics. He is just that compared with ordinary people, he has a tall figure, wider bones, longer hands, and a pair of eyes..."

Before Wang Dong finished speaking, Zhang Jing said in a silence: "A pair of eyes are half open and half closed, as if she hasn't woken up for days and nights..."

After saying that, she sighed and said, "If I'm not wrong, the poor man you are talking about is Yan Nantian."

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