Lord Li is dead.

His luck was extremely lucky. He was hit in the head by a flying stone when the soil slope collapsed.

At that time, the swordsmen had already tried their best to protect him. Moreover, they were not as close to the earth slope as Meng Qi Moli. Li Zhubo's clothes were not even mud. Unfortunately, in the last explosion, a small piece of gravel that was not as big as a baby's fist flew over.

...It hit the affected area before.

Originally, such small stones would not kill children even if they were used to hit them. However, the explosion was extremely powerful, and the mud could be as hard as a stone, which directly had the force to penetrate the trunks.

Although the swordsman's true energy was blocked in front of him, Li Zhubo still died on the spot.

Mo Li: "…"

The swordsman is extremely embarrassed.

Is this Li Zhubo a ghost locked by the soul-catching card? Can he die? The top master can't even take care of someone and he has no shame to speak out.

"Forget it, the living has the value of the living, and the dead have the usage of the dead."

Meng Qi's words made the swordsman shocked.

What is the use of dead people?

Meng Qi obviously had no intention of explaining to him.

The swordsman held Li Zhubo's body and threw it away, and it seemed that it was not right to continue carrying it.

"Let's go to the city to see. If the county magistrate is not theirs, throw it into the county government." Meng Qi said.

The swordsman fainted for a moment and blurted out: "What about me?"

Meng Qi looked at him like a fool.

Then he said reluctantly: "You can also throw it away with the corpse, the bigger the mess, the better. If someone comes to catch you, don't kill someone and run away! Can you escape?"

The swordsman who once ran around the mountain: "..."

It's an insult to the killer!

However, the form is better than others. If you insult, just insult it. It is better to solve problems 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 back to Piaoping Pavilion.

It is impossible to defect to you.

The matter has reached this point, and the swordsman can no longer go back. He cannot collect money and kill people like before, and he will not ask for anything else. Even if he is willing to live his previous life, his benefactor... is afraid he is not his benefactor anymore.

Of course, the most direct reason is that the swordsman is not clear about the martial arts of "Piaoping Pavilion Master". If he could beat him, he would have gone to ask the truth long ago, instead of following Meng Qi Moli in a frustration.

Swordsmen are not afraid of death or failure.

He was afraid that he would be forced to be absconded by A Furong after his defeat. So he had to endure even if he was angry.

Mo Li coughed lightly and signaled: "Your knife is still in the ruins of Ganquan Tang, don't you go and look for it?"

The swordsman was excited and his pace of carrying the corpse was accelerated.

Meng Qi: Doctor, you do a good job.

Mo Li: You are so keen, you are running away, you are covered in mud, why don’t I go and carry the body?

The two looked at each other and silently withdrew their gaze.

"Su... OK, do you have a place to go?" Meng Qi swallowed the sentence of calling the swordsman nickname and changed his mouth, "If you know about Piaoping Pavilion, it is best to sit still and keep Manager Sun coming to the door."

The swordsman was stunned and then remembered someone.

***

Runxian Chenghuang Temple.

The noise last night was too loud, and some people were worried. In addition to going out to inquire about the news, they also came to burn incense in groups of three or three.

If the county magistrate is the parent official of the world, the city god is like the priest in the underworld in the hearts of the people. As long as it is happening in this city, whether it is the matter between the living person, the matter between the ghost and the living person, or even the communication with the gods, the city god can do everything.

But just like the wandering monks who are holding the banner of "The Wonderful Hands Rejuvenation to Recover All Diseases" in their hands, because they claim to know everything. From chanting scriptures and exorcising ghosts, curing diseases and prescriptions to funeral and salvation, they can do everything for you, but they will not be trusted by people.

Everyone thinks that when you are going to the medicine hall to find a doctor, when you recite scriptures, you should go to the temple to find respected monks, and when you are reborn, you should invite monks to hold a water and land Dharma assembly. So those who want to continue the incense go to pray to Guanyin, those who want to make a fortune enter the Temple of the God of Wealth, young men worship Emperor Wenchang and want to be named on the list of gold, young women worship Yue Lao and want to have a smooth and happy marriage... The incense in the City God Temple is always a bit reluctant.

The incense of Chenghuang Temple in Run County is very bad. One reason is that the county magistrate handles errands and never allocates money to repair it. He only follows the official process. Secondly, there was a small street with many shops in the early years, but as more and more business travelers passed by, the owner of the shop became greedy. You built a shed in your house and stretched out a corner of the house, and surrounded the open space in front of the door. Any villagers who wanted to set up stalls during temple fairs asked for half a piece of money when they opened their mouths, otherwise they would not open it.

Losing the hearts of the people, a new Bodhi Temple was built in the north of the city, and several monks who were said to be quite famous were invited. There was a spacious flat land in front of the temple, and the land was still owned by the temple. If you don’t have any money, just ask the stalls to clean the ground, so the people rushed there to hold a temple fair.

The popularity of Chenghuang Temple plummeted, and people finally figured out the joints and no longer asked for money for the stalls that occupied the land after demolishing the shed. Unfortunately, the people have long been used to going to Bodhi Temple.

The shop could not hold on, and then it was closed in three places. The shop with a background and backing behind it turned to take down the shop near the Buddhist temple in the east and north of the city, and continued to do business. The only ones who really lost were the people who relied on their ancestral skills to make money and had no ability to move away.

At this moment, the swordsman held the knife he picked up from the ruins, mixed with the people who came to burn incense, and buried himself in a narrow shop with his hands on his face.

The banners hanging in front of the shop are so dirty that they cannot be seen and are still ragged.

Half of the door panel was removed, probably to show the people who came to burn incense what was sold inside and solicit some business.

However, the shop is very hot, and you don’t have to step in. Just walk nearby and you can feel a wave of heat coming towards you. This makes everyone frown and walk quickly, without the intention to take a look inside.

The heat is because of the stove.

This is a blacksmith shop, casting hoes, scissors, shovels, and watermelon knife.

When the swordsman came in, the owner of the shop carrying the hammer glanced at him coldly and hummed, "When you come back, carry the body out of me, and it will dirty my place."

The swordsman looked awkward. He was not familiar with this blacksmith, but he was not unfamiliar with it.

The blacksmith is actually a foreign master. He has mastered his skills in a golden bell cover. However, when he was walking in the world many years ago, he was plotted by his enemies. The poisoning ended here. The original owner of the blacksmith shop saved him. In addition, he had the idea of ​​retiring from the world, so he married the daughter of the original blacksmith and inherited the shop. Others call him Wang Blacksmith. He didn't know his origin and thought he had fled to the famine.

Although Wang Blacksmith did not use weapons, he was once a disciple of a sword-making master. However, he only learned a basic foundation and was driven away because of his rebellious words and deeds.

After the swordsman got the sword in his hand, he loved it very much at first, but as his skills deepened, he felt that he was becoming less and less useful. If others did this, he would find another suitable sword. The swordsman had a deep affection for his sword and was unwilling to throw it away, so he dragged it on it until one day he took his subordinates out to kill people. The target went to the Chenghuang Temple in Run County to burn incense. When the swordsman was mixed in the crowd and followed suit, he suddenly heard someone on the street praising the "good sword".

If it were just this sentence, the swordsman might not have killed the Blacksmith Wang who was standing by the door in order to prevent himself from revealing his whereabouts.

At that time, Wang Blacksmith continued: "It's a pity that the master's martial arts skills are too high, and the knife itself has dark patterns that were damaged and cracked. The cracks get bigger and bigger, and it will break sooner or later."

The swordsman stopped immediately.

Blood can flow, but the knife cannot break.

What kind of sword is in the sword and the people die, do you look down on those who practice swords? They are the same!

The swordsman doesn’t care about being alone and staying alone. He is the peak of martial arts and is not good at communicating with others. Saving the sword is important!

In fact, Wang Blacksmith didn't want to cause trouble at all. He regretted countless times why he had to call the shop at the door of the shop that day. He would not die of hunger. It was because he bought the cooked cake. He looked up and found the sword on the waist of the man in the hat. The caster's instinct made him feel that the knife was so expensive that he saw the scabbard.

Who knew that the man with the hat had an incredible martial arts skills. He could hear his muttering from such a distance, and turned his head and stared at him accurately.

Wang Blacksmith has not been in the world for many years, but his vision of looking at people has not regressed.

——God, that is clearly a evil star.

The kind that demands human life!

Wang Blacksmith had no choice but to say the second half.

Whatever knife has dark patterns and cracks are getting bigger and bigger is nonsense! Just like the counselors who were ordered to go on a mission to a neighboring country, the king of the neighboring country ordered the beheading and laughed to the sky, "The king can tell that he is in danger." "I laugh at the destruction of the ancestral temple tomorrow" is the same truth.

It's just a warning, just survive.

If there are really cracks, you can still see them through the scabbard? What kind of eyes do you have?

But I can't resist the favor of his preferences. The swordsman believes that his weapon is powerful! The swordsman will remind the master and ask for help. If he meets a wise caster, wouldn't he explain clearly?

In short, the king blacksmith closed the door of the shop, and actually held the sword with a calm surface, but looked around with fear. He also asked the swordsman to put a few positions in the way he held the knife in his usual manner. Then his eyes lit up and found something that could be improved.

Wang Blacksmith said that he had asked for a few pieces of fine iron, and then started to do his job.

When the knife is released again, the swordsman waves it casually—

Hey, the feeling of not being able to take advantage of it has disappeared.

"Is a famous casting master hidden in the city!"

The swordsman was overjoyed, and later he said the same thing when he introduced Wang Blacksmith to Mo Li and Meng Qi.

Wang Blacksmith:... In fact, I changed to a handguard of different materials and sizes, and forged and tempered the blade again.

I feel that it is not easy to use. The wood of the handguard connecting the handle and the blade is not good. The master caused the barrier when the true qi is injected into it. As for why it is necessary to make a re-forge, it is like the expensive guqin that is dislodged. The powerful owner invited the famous piano to practice it. The famous artist picked a lot of problems for the piano, and finally changed the short table for the piano, saying that the short table for the piano was a bit uneven and affected the pronunciation of the empty sound of the piano. Did the owner suddenly realize it or was it angry?

You must not tell the truth!

In order to maintain the lie, you have to change the strings and repair the piano pillars. In short, it must look like you are reborn and reborn!

Forging again will not destroy the knife as long as you have enough skills. Under normal circumstances, the knife will be sharper. Good knives will be made even more forged.

For the sake of his love for swords, the swordsman met such a "master".

After the soil 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 remembered Master Wang Blacksmith.

Although they only met once (Wang Blacksmith: Bah, I don’t want to see this evil star again), the master must remember it, even if he doesn’t remember it, he still remembers his own knife (Wang Blacksmith: Who wouldn’t remember the knife that almost lost his life).

The swordsman respected Wang Blacksmith very much. He heard that Wang Blacksmith had retired from the world, so he thought he would never want to serve a killer organization. So in order to keep the secret, the swordsman deliberately monitored the subordinates he took out that day, and took them out to perform tasks every time instead of letting them lie down and rest in the cemetery with the turtle breathing skills. In less than half a year, these people died because of A Furong's excessive amount. The swordsman originally thought he had kept the secret, but he is not sure now.
To be continued...