sbdcsierra Chapter 132
Chapter 132
“Brother Han…”
Han Yingchong stretched out a rough palm full of calluses at the girl, “Back then, the baby of the Chen family asked me to forge a sword, it was you who wore this red blood hanging from your waist, and I received five thousand… No, it’s fifty taels of snowflake silver.
“The sword is harder to forge than the sword, and it is two.
“For your sake, for the sake of a big brother Han, I will charge you five hundred taels.” The
girl was stunned: “Five… Five hundred taels?!”
“One handle two hundred and five~
” Han Ying frowned: “No?” “No
money, you forge a hammer knife?
The girl gritted her teeth, “I don’t, but my sister Feng does.”
“Brother Han, you will accept the drawings of the two knives first, and send them later after five hundred taels.”
Han Ying waved his hand: “Just pay a deposit of two hundred taels first.”
“Besides, you have to find the casting knife material yourself.”
The girl looked confused.
This does not mean that diners go to the inn to eat and order a braised pork worth twenty cents.
The treasurer collected the money and asked the diners to slaughter a pig themselves.
“Brother Han, you won’t be joking with me~
” The man pondered for a short while, and said, “In this way, after nightfall tonight, come here to find me, and I will take you to a place.” ”
There are materials out there that are suitable for casting knives. ”
……
Half a quarter of an hour later.
The girl walked out of Windswept Alley and headed out of town.
He said to himself, “Where is Big Brother Han going to take me?
Won’t it~”
Under the eaves of a ready-to-wear shop on Qingshi Long Street, holding the old willow head who was full of sugar gourd grass targets, and the bar was smoking dry cigarettes, squinting slightly, watching the girl go away.
After no longer seeing the girl’s back, the old willow head turned his gaze to Windswept Alley again.
“This bald head, really good.
“Nine times out of ten, I’ll be asked to open a well.”
“Thankless work, let Junior Sister do it.” The
old willow stood up, carried the grass target, and shouted along the way.
“Sugar gourd, gourd, sell sugar gourd.
“Big and sweet sugar gourd, Gu Xian said good when he ate it, a penny and a string.” Not
long after, Old Willow walked out of the town, but he had no intention of turning back.
Instead, he walked slowly towards the entrance and exit of the Taihang Mountain Range.
……
One hour later.
Han Ying, who was short in stature and carried his hands, walked around the town for two large circles before coming to the depths of Sword Washing Alley.
“Knock knock.
“Bang bang!”
With a bang, Han Ying directly kicked open the courtyard door.
Main house, wing, stove house, thatched house.
Han Ying even picked up the dung scoop and inserted it into the dung tank and poked it.
It was finally determined that Old Willow was not in town.
“Where is this going?”
Han Ying’s brows furrowed, “Ancient gods again, dragon corpses, and so many immortal corpses.”
“Huang Cang has traveled for hundreds of years, and the suppression of the three people has been difficult. ”
This mother ran another
one!” “The people of Xuanmen are also too unreliable!”
Half an hour later.
Han Ying walked into the Xia’s restaurant in the small town.
Inside the restaurant, a tall female shopkeeper with a ponytail and a plain white paper lotus flower on her head is making peace.
The woman’s body swayed slightly one after the other, and the amplitude of the front and back.
Han Ying’s face was expressionless, and he stood silently on a bench.
Feeling that it was not high enough, he stood on the table again.
Condescending.
After a long while.
The female treasurer slowly raised her head.
Looking at the man with a blushing face and a thick neck, he asked suspiciously: “Why are you standing so high?” Han
Ying slightly raised his hips and tumbled, and said in a deep voice: “I’m here to threaten you.” ”
The female treasurer: “…”
“The surname Han, you are the Heavenly Court, and I am Xuanmen.” Although we are in the same town, we must not have seen each other for hundreds of years.
“Where did I offend you?” Han
Ying: “The sound of your breathing is noisy to me.” Hurry
up and get out, or the old lady will pluck all the three hairs on your head.”
Han Ying hurriedly held his head in his hands, “Xia Xiaohe, no kidding with you, I came here to let you open a well.” The
female treasurer was stunned at first, and immediately looked the man up and down for a while, “Han Ying, you are really stupid.” ”
Don’t you
know what is sealed in the town of Jingli?” feeling the real dragon hang his head, Han Ying jumped off the table, “Of course I know what is sealed in the town of Jingli.”
“Just because you know, that’s why you open the well.” ”
……
Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green water.
The late spring wind is already faintly mixed with a hint of heat.
Zhoushan Cliff Terrace.
Zhu Jiuyin was reclining at the entrance of the cave, supporting his head with one hand, squinting and basking in the sun.
In front of him was an open seal of daughter red.
The Pig Emperor and Xueniang sat cross-legged under two peach trees, immersed in cultivation.
Deep in the cave, from time to time, there was the sound of small whirlwinds fighting fiercely with stupid cranes.
Half a day later.
A white shadow burst out.
The little whirlwind cried and cried: “Master, the wind guarded the red fragrant fruit from me to eat, and pecked my head, and it was all bloody.” Zhu
Jiuyin opened his eyes slightly, looked at the teary-eyed little whirlwind, and said lightly: “Don’t cry, wait for Master Ming’er to give you stewed crane broth.”
“Okay, okay.
Little Whirlwind said excitedly: “Just me and the master to eat.”
“And Cher.
“And the Pig Queen. ”
Don’t give the wind to eat. ”
As soon as the little whirlwind descended from the Netherworld, the girl came.
“Master, the practice of “Mountain and River Fist” is almost finished, and the apprentice is ready to start practicing the “Red Practice Sword Technique”.
Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyes to look at the girl’s fair and delicate face, “Yes, let your uncle pig emperor sparring.”
“Also, a sword is a sword, and a knife is a knife.
“Have time to go to the town of Windward Alley, and let the bald head called Han Ying cast a knife for you.” The
girl nodded lightly, “Good Master.”
Zhu Jiuyin added: “Go to practice under the cliff platform, don’t disturb my dreams, cast the knife money to find your sister Feng.” ”
……
A quarter of an hour later.
Under the Zhoushan Cliff Terrace.
By the stream.
The pig emperor holds the scabbard and the girl holds red blood.
“Uncle Pig Emperor, Master told me that the Chilian Sword Method in the “Tong Yu Immortal Technique” is better than the “Falling Ying Sword Technique” of the master brother. ”
I am already familiar with the Red Practice Sword Technique, be careful with you. The
Pig Emperor held a sword flower with his sword scabbard, slowly put one hand behind him, and said indifferently: “Whether it is the “Falling Ying Sword Method” or the “Red Practice Sword Method”, as far as the emperor is concerned, it is a carved insect that cannot be on the table…”
Without waiting for the Pig Emperor to finish speaking, the girl had already rushed several steps, and her figure jumped high.
Use the sword as a knife and slash down at the pig’s head.
A ringing sound.
Red blood swirled in circles and flew out far away.
The scabbard was pumped heavily in the chest.
The girl couldn’t help but let out a miserable scream.
……
In the blink of an eye, it was nightfall.
With the clear light of the stars and moon, a girl dressed in white walked into the town’s Wind Alley.
In front of the blacksmith shop, Han Ying had been waiting for a long time.
The bald head was illuminated by the moonlight like a light bulb.
“Let’s go. ”
Han baby in front, girl behind.
A man and a woman walked slowly in a dimly dark alley.
Look at the blurry back of the man almost blending into the darkness.
The palm of the girl’s hand holding the hilt of the sword was oozing with a wet sweat.
Extremely nervous.
……
PS: Have you collected knife names before?