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Volume 1 Chapter 16 Heading South

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    Chapter 16 Southbound ()

    Sword Lord traveled all night, and it was almost Yin time when he returned to his residence.  Although the sun rises later in winter, Sword Lord does not have enough time to rest.

    When he heard the footsteps coming from the street, Jianjun still opened his eyes in order to prevent others from noticing that something was wrong.  Ignoring the few people poking their heads on the street, and the blacksmith Lao Song who was a little surprised when he saw his skilled blacksmithing skills, Sword Lord seemed to be back in Mianchi City again, while hammering the iron on the anvil.  Ingot, while constantly pouring the inner breath sword temperature into it to maintain it.  So, it was a monotonous day.

    At ten o'clock in the evening, I saw that the waiter of the shop had brought two more guys with a big food box to the blacksmith shop. The first man put the iron ingots in his hand into a water tank nearby. There was a "chi" sound and white smoke erupted.  rise.  After the iron ruler-shaped iron ingot cooled, the sword master had already put on the long gown hanging beside him and picked up the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword at his hand.  Picking up the cooled iron ruler, Jian Jun walked in leisurely behind the waiter, leaving Lao Song alone to start cleaning up the shop and getting ready to close.

    In front of the big table in Lao Song's house, Lao Song's wife helped the waiter place the dishes one after another. Xiao Song on the other side bit his fingers and looked at the table eagerly and swallowed his saliva.  The male lead has been craving for food since he was a child. After coming to the troubled times of the Sui Dynasty, this problem not only did not change, but as his skills improved, this problem became more and more serious.  It is precisely because of this that although Sword Master can practice swordsmanship assiduously, Sword Master maintains his style of eating as much as he can as long as he can avoid hardship.  On the one hand, it is a matter of habit, but on the other hand, Sword Lord wants to give others such an impression.  After all, people with faults and habits are always less threatening in the eyes of their opponents than those who are meticulous and impeccable.  As the old saying goes, no desire leads to strength.

    After the dishes were placed, the waiter took away the dishes for lunch, and Lao Song had also packed up the shop and came to the table.  Jianjun is not the kind of person who doesn't tolerate others. Although he pays for the food on this table, he still invites Lao Song and his family to eat together.  After all, Jianjun only wants to play the role of a gourmet who likes delicious food, not a huge eater. Therefore, it is enough for him to feel full and comfortable. There is no need to eat all the dozen or so dishes on the table by himself.  It¡¯s clean, and there¡¯s no need to waste it and throw it away to show your wealth.

    "Pah!" With a soft sound, Jianjun, who was full, put down his chopsticks and stood up to leave the table. Behind him, the old Song family who was smiling happily after eating was clearing the table.

    Back in the room, instead of meditating and practicing Qi, Jianjun wondered what kind of impression his actions would have on others, and if conflicts with certain people intensified later, the other party would design him based on his own shortcomings.

    "Such a young and promising blacksmith, you think it will be an eye-opener, right?" Smiling softly, Jianjun was overjoyed like a mischievous child, "It's a pity that he's not handsome enough, otherwise I wouldn't be the handsome guy in Big Thunderbolt  Have you gone to Jin Ziling, the famous unreasonable swordsmith?"

    Stretching, he lay down comfortably, with one hand on the back of his head, and the other hand picked up the iron ruler beside him and played with it in front of his eyes. The sword master's thoughts drifted away again, "The famous swordsmith Jin Ziling,  So what should we name this sword after it's finished? Bloody Ice Moth? No, I don't have the ability to make the blood from the wound scratched by the sword condense into ice-blue moths that fly all over the sky.  We can't let the wound show a moth-shaped mark, let's not call it a blood-stained ice moth. Nine Heavens Shocking Rainbow? No, Jin Ziling even lost his life in order to forge this sword. Fengya's madness? Unparalleled madness? Unrestrained  Madness? Or misty madness"

    "Bang bang" The crisp bang bang sound interrupted Jianjun's random thoughts.  He gently put down the iron ruler in his hand and listened attentively. The three members of Lao Song's family had already gone to sleep, and the crowds on the street were gradually thinning. The sword master jumped up, put on his night clothes, picked up the proud red dust sword on his back, and passed through the window.  And out.

    This time the sword master¡¯s destination is Yangzhai City at the foot of Mount Song.  Yangzhai City also has a long history. Jianjun once passed by Yangzhai City when he was rushing from Shaolin to Yingchuan. However, Jianjun did not visit the city at that time. He just walked on the main road less than ten miles away from Yangzhai.  Running up and down.

    The brothel in Yangzhai is also not difficult for Jianjun. He goes to Siren's house for a walk, the same coercion and inducement, the same three-month limit, and the same escape.

    The third day was the same boring one. During the day, I practiced blacksmithing and visited a brothel at night. However, on the night of the third day, Jianjun¡¯s goal was Yingchuan City, where Jianjun was located.  In the same city, it only takes a moment for the sword master to go back and forth.

    On the fourth day, it was another day of forging, and the few gangsters who came to monitor Xiang Siren had already begun to sit on the threshold of the old Song family's blacksmith shop and chat in the sun.

    On the night of the fourth day, Jianjun did not go out again, but practiced Qi all night.  Because, tomorrow, he will leaveLet¡¯s open Yingchuan City.

    On the morning of the fifth day, when the two gangsters came to the door of the old Song family's blacksmith shop with meat-stuffed sesame biscuits in their mouths, Jianjun was already standing there neatly dressed.  Wearing a wide robe, a bamboo crown, and a four-foot-long stainless steel ruler tied to the scabbard of the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword. Although it doesn't look very good, at least it's not as good as having one sword on his back and two more in his hands.  More noticeable.

    Seeing the two gangsters coming over shoulder to shoulder, Jianjun had a smile on his face, "You two, do you know how to sail a boat?"

    "Uh!" The two gangsters were stunned for a long time before they came to their senses and said blankly, "Yes!"

    "Very good!" After receiving affirmative answers from the two gangsters, Jianjun's smile became even brighter, Qiang!  The Hongchen Sword was unsheathed, and a cold light passed across the chests of the two gangsters.

    "ah!"

    "Kill someone!"

    The biting cold air penetrated the chest and abdomen, and the two gangsters screamed. Only then did they realize that they were not injured, but only had a tear in their coats. Then they glanced at the smiling boy with cold sweat on their face and trembling lips.

    "Take me to the dock."

    "Ah!" Upon hearing Jianjun's words, the two gangsters immediately realized that this young man was leaving!  How does this work?  !  The help I asked for from the boss will be here in two days!

    "Can we go?" Seeing the two gangsters looking at each other, Jianjun took a step forward and asked warmly. The two gangsters indeed trembled and nodded repeatedly.

    Walking on the street, looking at the two dejected gangsters in front of him, Jianjun was filled with pride.  "This is the effect I want! Am I really stupid to live in Lao Song's house for a month, waiting for you to come and deal with me? I am not the protagonist of a bloody novel! Although I am not afraid of you, I  But I¡¯m afraid of trouble.¡±

    "Hello." Seeing the dock just ahead, the Sword Lord suddenly called out softly. The two gangsters stopped and turned around with "What are your orders?" written all over their faces.

    "If you don't eat it, it won't taste good when it gets cold." Looking at the pitiful expressions of the two gangsters, the male lead chuckled and pointed at the half-drawn sesame cakes in their hands.

    "Ah! Let's eat it now!" The two poor guys never expected that this little evil star would say this. They came back to their senses in a daze. No matter how big the half-drawn sesame cakes were in their hands, they stuffed them into their mouths.

    Although it is winter, the pier is still lively.  After looking around, the sword master casually threw a piece of silver to a young gangster: "Buy a boat!"

    The two gangsters had no choice but to take Wupeng's fishing boat with them.

    "Get on the boat." The little gangster who thought he could let the two of them go after buying the boat was about to cry when he heard these three words, but looking at the young man's expression that was half-smiling but not smiling, he could only  With tears in his eyes, Neng boarded the boat silently, one person steered the boat and the other punted it, and reluctantly left the dock.

    Ignoring the emotions of the two gangsters, Sword Lord went to the wupeng and crossed his legs and closed his eyes after boarding the boat.

    Looking at the pier that was getting smaller and smaller, the gangster who was punting the boat finally couldn't bear it anymore. He was afraid that he would be taken to the ends of the earth by the little evil star in the boat and would never see his hometown again. He asked in a whisper: "Young Young  Xia, when can you let us go?"

    "When we get to Yangzhou, I will naturally let you back. If you are obedient, each of you will get a silver coin." After hearing what the gangster said, Jianjun didn't open his eyes, but the two gangsters were relieved. After all, they had a clear place. Although  It was a little further away, but the two of them saw hope.  And the sweetness of that ingot of silver made the two poor gangsters full of strength.

    With hope, he was working hard to push the boat, but the sword master in the cabin hesitated a little, "We will arrive in Yangzhou soon. Do we want to meet Shuanglong? There is no need to question Shuanglong's qualifications and luck. The power of the protagonist's template has never been unstoppable.  Just look at it. Should we kill them both directly? Or give them some sweet spots and take them as younger brothers? Hehe, it seems that it would be very impressive to let Shuangyong be a pair of younger brothers holding swords!"

    Opening his eyes, he stood up, threw away the unrealistic years in his mind, and walked to the bow of the ship. Sword Master felt refreshed all over his body.  It seemed to be three points colder on the river surface than on the shore.

    The pennant and the rudder of the boat made a splashing sound. Looking at the clear waves on the river beneath their feet, which were broken by the boat, the male lead couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He looked at the Dongting Lake over the waves and realized the Rain-Repelling Sword, and Huang Yaoshi looked at the sea.  And if the blue sea tide makes music, why can¡¯t I?
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