"The knife is very good. How much silver is it?"

The man in the hat closed the knife and looked at the blacksmith.

The blacksmith smiled and waved his hand: "I made it very clear at the beginning that the knife was given to you, not to mention the silver. I won't even accept a copper plate. If you insist that I accept it, you are looking down on me."

The man in a bamboo hat slowly raised his head: "No, I still have to accept it..."

clang!

The eyes exposed under the bamboo hat flashed with a sharp light, and his right arm instantly exerted force and drew the sword.

The blacksmith's pupils shrank suddenly.

Before he could react, he saw a cold light flash in front of him, and invisible sword energy flew out from the blade.

After one breath.

Sheath the knife.

The eyes of the man in the hat have returned to calmness, and he no longer sees even half of the sharpness he had just now.

The blacksmith's face was a little stiff: "You..."

Boom!

A sound came from the tiles on the top of the blacksmith shop.

Dozens of broken tiles fell, followed by a figure.

This is an ordinary man, wearing an inconspicuous linen robe, and you can faintly see the sword hanging on his waist.

His body was shaking constantly, and there was a finger-deep wound in his throat, with blood constantly pouring out of it.

The man's eyes, which were still open, were full of disbelief, as if he never thought he would die here, at the hands of the man in the hat.

"You almost fooled me."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ren recalled the grace of the sword just now.

From the moment the man in the hat suddenly changed his voice and drew his sword, he really thought that the man in the hat was interested in seeing the sword. In order to prevent the blacksmith from making the same weapon again, he decided to kill him.

Unexpectedly, the person the man in the hat really wants to kill is actually the thief hiding on the roof and eavesdropping.

If Jiang Ren hadn't been the murderer, he probably wouldn't have been able to react in time.

Although Jiang Ren's line of sight could pass through obstacles, it was only within two meters of the blade, so he was unable to spot the thief.

"That sword energy should be the internal force that the blacksmith once mentioned."

Jiang Ren guessed.

The moment the man in the hat swung his knife, a special energy full of lethality entered his body.

Then it turned into a sword energy, flew out from the blade, penetrated the tiles on the roof, and slit the throat of the lurking person.

"Entering... I always feel like this is the wrong word to use."

Jiang Ren shook his head.

As soon as he shook off this thought, he saw a red light spot the size of a soybean rising from the figure that had turned into a corpse.

"What is that?"

With a thought in his mind, Jiang Ren discovered that he could lead the light point to his side.

When the light spot got closer, I made new discoveries.

"This light spot seems to be similar to the mysterious energy I cultivated. Can it also be used to strengthen the blade?"

Immediately, Jiang Ren did what he thought of.

Try to integrate the light spots into the blade and start to strengthen and increase the hardness of the blade.

Such a scene.

Neither the man in the hat nor the blacksmith responded. The red light spot that was so obvious in Jiang Ren's eyes was invisible in their eyes.

"Brother Nie, your silent move shocked me."

The blacksmith came back to his senses and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Feel sorry."

The voice of Nie Qingge, the man in the bamboo hat, was still cold.

Outside, the man in green who was guarding the shop heard the sound and shouted: "Brother, what happened? I came in?"

The blacksmith immediately scolded: "Who will look after the shop when you come in? If something is missing, shall we drink the northwest wind tomorrow?"

"If you don't want to go in, why don't you go in? Why are you so fierce?"

The man in green said softly, but he really gave up the idea of ​​going in.

"I don't blame Brother Nie for this little thing."

The blacksmith glanced at the corpse on the ground and said: "Judging from the tiger's mouth and bulging temples, this man is not only a good swordsman, but also a master of the acquired realm. How much hatred does it have to be so close to Brother Nie?"

,climb to the roof and eavesdrop in broad daylight?"

Nie Qingge replied: "It's not just this one."

"How many others are there?"

The blacksmith immediately looked nervously above his head, as well as at the windows and wooden doors next to him.

Nie Qingge added: "This is the only person who follows me, but there is more than one person who wants to kill me."

"Have you provoked some powerful force?"

After hearing this, the blacksmith gradually understood.

Nie Qingge squatted down and groped around the body: "I received a letter and was going to do something, but the forces this person belonged to wanted me to give up, and I refused them, so..."

The blacksmith interjected: "So they want to kill you?"

"That's right."

Nie Qingge nodded his head lightly.

The blacksmith thought thoughtfully: "In other words, as long as you don't give up for a moment, they will continue to send people to hunt you down?"

"Yes."

"And they are all powerful people in this acquired state?"

"It could be higher."

As Nie Qingge spoke, he took out a sheathed dagger and several banknotes from the clothes of the person in front of him.

After casually looking at them, he put them into his inner pocket.

The blacksmith thought for a while and couldn't help but said: "For a letter, you are willing to face the pursuit of a big force and are unwilling to give up?"

"The master of faith has been kind to me."

Nie Qingge stood up, with unshakable determination in his calm eyes.

"What kind of kindness is so great that you can risk death on the road and resist waves of pursuits, but you still have to do it?"

The blacksmith couldn't understand that a random person could be such a good person.

If that force becomes serious and sends more powerful people, then the benefactor who once saved him may inevitably die.

"The favor of a meal."

Nie Qingge seemed to be recalling: "Once, when I was about to starve to death, he gave me a bowl of rice. Without that bowl of rice, I would never have been able to survive that day, let alone be alive and well now.

I."

"This meal is indeed a great kindness."

After hearing this, the blacksmith stopped trying to persuade him.

Although he was willing to give away the best weapon he had built in order to save his life, he knew that if he were in Nie Qingge's shoes, he would never put himself in a situation where he could die at any time just for a bowl of rice many years ago.

situation.

The blacksmith sighed and said: "I will take care of this body. Brother Nie, if nothing happens, hurry up and hurry up. If the force reacts slowly, the people sent to hunt you may miss you."

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"Thank you!"

Nie Qingge raised his hand, arched it, and turned to leave.

He walked past the shop full of weapons outside, took off the reins tied to the pillar at the door, rode a tall horse with poor coat, and left quickly.

"Success!"

Jiang Ren, who had never left the blacksmith's shop since he was born, did not immediately pay attention outside at this moment.

Because, his attempt just now had results.

The blood-colored light spots are indeed effective, and one drop is almost worth four or five hours of hard work.
To be continued...