The shape of the knife drawn by Fengyin is very different from the common knives on the market.
The slender and streamlined blade is visually estimated to be at least one foot longer than an ordinary knife. An ordinary waist knife is only about two and a half to three feet long at most.
As for the sword drawn by Feng Yin, the blade alone is almost three and a half feet long. It is longer than an ordinary long sword. With the handle, it must be at least four feet long.
If the knife is inserted into the scabbard, it is basically impossible for ordinary people to take it out with one hand.
"The junction between the back and the back edge of the blade should be thicker, and the same is true between the front and the belly of the blade. The proportion of the heaviest black iron here is more than in other places."
Feng Yin pointed to the places that needed special instructions and explained.
The clerk looked helpless after hearing this, and kindly reminded him: "Uncle, the longer the knife, the better. The length of your knife... seems to be a bit too long. Even if you pull the knife out of the sheath, it is a bit difficult...
this……"
Feng Yin was displeased and said, "I have my own reasons for this."
"Yes, yes, let's ignore this. Guest, this design is certainly conducive to chopping; it is also more lethal than ordinary knives; but there is a fatal flaw that is difficult to avoid, that is, according to the material distribution like yours, guest,
The various materials inside are unevenly distributed, and in the event of a battle, especially the collision of heavy weapons, the officer's knife will easily break."
"Just build it according to my instructions."
Feng Yin didn't know that such a knife shape had many disadvantages, but he was helpless. The little broken knife in his mind had such a shape. What could I do?
The guy rolled his eyes, I told you anyway, you have to ask for trouble yourself, what can I do?
If you dare to use uneven materials for a portable weapon used in life-and-death fights, you are just kidding with your own life.
But if Feng Yin persists like this, what can the store do? It's hard to persuade the devil to die even with good words.
"How much is the total?"
"The total sincere benefit is one thousand nine hundred and eighty taels."
"Well, it's not expensive... How long does it take to make it?"
"It usually takes seven days. If it's urgent, you can get the goods tomorrow afternoon, but you'll have to pay twenty taels more for urgent shipment."
"Good idea, good deal!"
Feng Yin praised him out loud.
The price of one thousand nine hundred and eighty taels and the expedited payment of twenty taels of silver are really cleverly designed.
In this way, I am afraid that everyone who comes to order will not be reluctant to part with these twenty taels of silver.
Feng Yin estimates that the normal casting cycle can be completed in one day, but now that the word "expedited" has been added, this day's time has turned into twenty taels of silver!
What a genius mind.
"I'll pick it up tomorrow afternoon."
"No problem. This is your receipt. Please keep it and get the knife when the time comes."
"good."
Feng Yin took the note and put it in his arms. From his spiritual sense, it seemed that the stalker was not far away from the blacksmith shop, even around the door...
So he lowered his voice and asked, "Where is your toilet? I can't help it."
The waiter said: "Go in from here and go south. There is no need to turn. The shed in the southwest corner... Well, you will know it when you enter the backyard and smell it."
"good."
Fengyin walked three steps quickly; then suddenly stopped.
"By the way, you get me some other small things. I'll leave you a pattern. They're all small gadgets. You can mark them for me... A thousand pieces first. You can calculate the money I'll give you first, and the construction period."
There’s no need to hurry.”
"Okay."
As he spoke, Feng Yin once again introduced the shape of what he was looking for in detail, and then took the trouble to explain it twice.
The guy listening rolled his eyes. I understand such a simple thing without having to listen, but you actually said it twice.
Do you think I'm a fool?
Besides, aren't you feeling anxious and want to go to the toilet?
Why can't you hold it in so much now?
A weirdo!
Finally I couldn't help it anymore: "Sir, don't you want to go to the toilet?"
Feng Yin talked nonchalantly for a long time, and finally heard the guy's expected question. He immediately covered his stomach and quickly ran towards the backyard, saying: "Oops, Gu Gu was talking about that gadget and actually forgot about this important matter.
"
The steps are hurried.
But just as I walked to the door of the backyard, there was a sudden swish of a ball of clothes rushing towards the toilet. I turned back with a swish: "I can't bear it any longer, so I'd better go home and solve it."
Under the dumbfounded gaze of the waiter, who seemed to be looking at a lunatic, when he left the door, another gust of wind swept his clothes with him and rushed into the alley dozens of feet away.
At the same time, with lightning speed, he rushed into the small restaurant next door. The moment he entered the door, he touched his face with his hand, and his face changed instantly.
As early as the moment he rushed out of the shop, the Spiritual Transformation Sutra was fully activated, wrapping his own spiritual thoughts and abandoning all exploration.
Then he lifted up his clothes, revealing the shorts underneath. He transformed into the image of a gangster. He touched his chin and found that he had a short black beard. He randomly selected an empty table and opened it.
Ma Jindao sat down, his waist slumped, and his whole body became shorter. He slapped the table and shouted in a rough voice: "Staff, bring some food. Two kilograms of beef and two bottles of wine! It's good!"
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The man who secretly followed Feng Yin all the way to the blacksmith shop remained close to him and was able to handle him with ease.
Seeing the guy looking for a forged knife from the store, drawing pictures on the spot, always maintaining the mentality of a civet cat playing with a mouse, he could certainly see that Feng Yin wanted to get rid of him.
However, if it were so easy to get rid of you... Haha, wouldn't it mean that my decades of wandering around in the world have been in vain?
When Feng Yin finally finished speaking, he asked to go to the toilet. As he ran three steps, the figure rushed to the other side with a cry. As a result, he didn't see Feng Yin coming out. He immediately knew that something was wrong and thought that something was wrong.
He fell into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain.
He immediately turned around and came back. Although there was a slight gap between the front and back, he had already seen the strength of Feng Yin's cultivation. In this little gap, it would be difficult to escape from his grasp and tracking. He had no intention of being anxious until he came back.
At that time, they discovered that Feng Yin was not simply trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain and take advantage of the opportunity to escape, but that this kid remembered another thing to hit and was gesticulating over there.
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After that, Feng Yin finally couldn't help but rush back while holding his stomach. Out of caution, he still didn't dare to relax and floated over again.
Judging from the kid's condition, he's almost having diarrhea, so he should be...
With a whooshing sound, a group of shadows quickly rushed towards the toilet. The person reached the other side of the toilet with a swipe. Want to run? No way!
There was a bang, and the cesspool splashed.
The stench is overwhelming.
"I've... fallen into a trap!"
This man suddenly realized whether he had thrown in a stone or an iron block? He actually wrapped it with clothes, and the hem was fluttering, which made me smell so bad...
Is this... really a trap?!
He immediately covered his nose and quickly returned again.
But this time, a completely different situation occurred than last time.
In the store, only the waiter was left looking at the door in a daze.
The curtain at the door is still fluttering, but the wind seal has disappeared.
The pursuer couldn't help but feel anxious, and immediately jumped out, reaching high altitude in a hurry, and monitored the surrounding area.
Then with a swipe sound, he got into the alley dozens of feet away, and then walked out with a dark face.
At the corner inside, there is only one piece of clothing wrapped with a piece of iron. It must have been picked up from the blacksmith shop just now...
As for people...
Can't find it.
Where could he have gone?
Although the gap time this time is a little longer than before, with Feng Yin's cultivation strength, at most it is temporarily out of the scope of monitoring, and there is absolutely no way he can really disappear. However, after repeatedly watching the surrounding movements, he still found nothing.
.
The spiritual detection turned out to be blank.
The man was unwilling to fall back into the store, grabbed the waiter and asked, "Where was that man just now?"
"He ran out." The guy immediately covered his nose, wondering why the smell of the man in front of him was so familiar...
"Which direction?"
"I really didn't pay attention to this."
The man was confused by the current incident, confused, even a little dizzy, and had no idea what was going on.
How could the person who was following Feng Yin not know that he had fallen into Feng Yin's scheme? He immediately went out and searched everywhere.
First, search and explore nearby stores one by one, and then proceed from near to far.
The fuzzy figure, carrying a pungent stench, flashed forward, backward, and leftward. Wherever it passed, everyone covered their noses, twisted their faces, and cursed.
"Who is this? Food, Wori! This tastes so authentic!"
No matter how hard he searched and searched all the nearby streets, he still found no trace of Feng Yin.
It seems that this person is like a drop of water, blending into the ocean and disappearing.
"What a slippery boy!"
This man punched himself hard in the left palm, feeling indescribable frustration and humiliation.
"I actually lost track of a little grasshopper... Where can I go to reason with you!"
"Following such a little thing, you can't stop following it even if it gets lost. You actually don't understand how it got lost."
"But I really don't understand, how on earth did he hide from my spiritual detection?"
"Could it be that my spiritual detection didn't work on him?"
"Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to trace and search for him!"
"This is really weird."
He stood blankly at the door of the small restaurant next to the blacksmith shop, frowning in thought.
The scattered consciousness has already inspected everyone in the store.
No one was found. Within the area of tens of feet in radius, everyone was under the surveillance of the spirit. Everyone was inspected by him only three or four times, but still no one was found.
"This special girl really saw a ghost today..."
After a while, the man finally sighed and left with a dark face.
"Since the boy disappeared near here, it means that he is very familiar with the environment here. Even if he does not live nearby, he must not be far away; this is the boundary of Dongcheng."
The man finally disappeared with disgrace.
Feng Yin continued to eat his food calmly, eating and drinking, chewing loudly, without any additional reaction.
There was a hustle and bustle of people around, with diners constantly coming in and diners going out, just like every day.
But Feng Yin knew that the man was extremely powerful and was determined not to give up easily. He would definitely have another move. If he made even the slightest rash move, he would lose everything.
Sure enough, after a while, the man's figure appeared again, standing at the door of the restaurant again, opening his consciousness to monitor everyone within a hundred feet radius.
This monitoring lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and finally he cursed angrily: "What kind of things are these!"
Then he finally flew away.
After a long time, Fengyin finished the last bite of beef, took out some money to pay the bill, and haggled for a long time for a few pennies before finally paying the bill angrily and walking out of the restaurant.
The wind is gentle and the sun is shining brightly.