deceitful cultivator

Chapter 23 The One Who Was Erased Out of thin air

When Ren Qing arrived at the blacksmith's shop, the door was closed, and Liu Hu's deafening snoring came from inside.

He had no choice but to find a teahouse nearby to pass the time.

As a result, before Liu Hu woke up, Ren Qing heard a commotion outside the teahouse. The bustling crowd seemed to be discussing something.

Ren Qing walked to the window and looked towards the end of the street.

He found that there were quite a few arresters escorting the five pyrotechnicians to the yamen, and they seemed to have come from outside the city.

Could it be the pyrotechnician on Hexing Street?

I remember that a total of nine people were dispatched to deal with the plague at that time, and five of them survived.

Ren Qing listened to the reactions of the people, and they were all worried that the plague would spread to Sanxiang City, so they were afraid to avoid those fireworkers.

He didn't think it was that simple. The plague outside the city probably involved the restricted area. Fortunately, there were jailers to take the risk.

On the surface, Sanxiang City is still very prosperous, even if people disappear and die every day, it doesn't matter.

After all, there are tens of thousands of people here, and the lives of most people are relatively ordinary.

As the evening approached, Ren Qing finally walked into the blacksmith's shop, luckily he didn't make the trip in vain.

I hadn't seen him for a few days, but the exposed skin on Liu Hu's chest and abdomen was covered with burn marks, and his eyes were red and swollen from staying up late.

Liu Hu yawned: "It's okay, once you get busy, day and night will be upside down."

"You are trying too hard."

"The forging process cannot be stopped, otherwise it may affect the quality of the sword, so it must not be sloppy."

Ren Qing noticed the big Miao knife hanging on the wall.

"Wait."

Liu Hu took off the Da Miao Dao and handed it to Ren Qing with both hands: "The Da Miao Dao has been forged, but it is a strange sword after all, and it is not easy to use."

Ren Qing felt his arms sink after taking it, and couldn't help but look at the Da Miao Dao.

The blade is nearly four feet long, and the scabbard is made of wood, wrapped in brass as an embellishment, giving it a rough aesthetic.

"It's not bad, but it took a lot of hard work to forge it."

Ren Qing praised with joy: "As expected of a famous blacksmith in Sanxiang City, he is already proficient in forging swords."

Liu Hu introduced proudly: "To forge such a long and narrow blade in one piece, it needs to be hammered patiently into shape, otherwise cracks may appear on the nearly four-foot blade, which will cause hidden dangers."

Ren Qing said sincerely, "Thank you very much."

Even if it has not been unsheathed, the weight of the hand shows that it is absolutely genuine.

Liu Hu watched Ren Qing caressing the scabbard fondly, and couldn't help but said: "I was afraid that the Da Miao knife would be too heavy, but I didn't expect that you are really strong."

"almost."

For Ren Qing, slashing with a single-handed knife may have some impact, but the Da Miao knife can be held with both hands.

In this way, the weight of the Da Miao Dao became a boost instead.

Ren Qing couldn't wait to pull out the big miao knife, and a dazzling cold light flashed across the blacksmith shop.

The blade is like a mirror, which can clearly reflect the silhouette of a person, and the position of the blade has a wave-like quenching pattern.

"Why didn't you sharpen the blade?"

Liu Hu said with a smile: "Since it's your knife, then cut it yourself, it will help you understand the Damiao knife better."

"Ok."

Liu Hu simply taught him how to sharpen a blade, and then gave Ren Qing a whetstone the size of a palm.

With Ren Qing's eyesight, it's not a problem to cut a blade, and he can even do it far more accurately than Liu Hu, after all, he can be meticulous.

"No matter what sword it is, seven points depend on forging, and the remaining three points need maintenance."

Liu Hu took out a porcelain bottle full of knife oil and applied it daily to prevent the knife from rusting and prolong its life.

He began to give the gist of it.

Ren Qing sat cross-legged on the ground and listened patiently, then picked up the big Miao knife.

He stained the whetstone with some water, then slashed across it with the edge, and the metal friction made a harsh sound.

"you………"

Seeing this, Liu Hu was furious. He just said that he should not be sloppy with knives, so he cut the knife so casually, he really didn't pay attention to me.

and many more! ! !

Liu Hu's expression became weird. He noticed that Ren Qing's movement of sharpening the knife was extremely smooth, without even the slightest movement.

Moreover, the Da Miao Dao has a four-foot blade, but the sound of sharpening the blade from the beginning to the end is the same, which is unbelievable.

Liu Hu didn't even dare to interrupt, and quietly waited for Ren Qing to sharpen the Damiao knife completely, admiration could not help but appear on his face.

He said with a sigh of relief: "Ren Qing, just use your talent to..."

"Let me try the Big Miao Dao first."

Ren Qing's hands were itchy for a moment and he waved the knife with both hands. The movements were unfamiliar at first, but he became more and more proficient with the use of double pupils.

It was obviously a four-foot large seedling knife, and it was in a blacksmith's shop with a narrow space, with all kinds of furniture and sundries piled up beside it.

Ren Qing insisted on showing the incomparably ferocious offensive of the Miao Dao to the fullest.

Clang! ! !
Sheath.

He looked at Liu Hu and asked, "Brother Liu, what did you want to say just now?"

"Uh."

The corner of Liu Hu's mouth twitched, and a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.

He said with a smile: "It's okay, the Da Miao knife is not buried in your hands, and I hope it will still be intact in a few years."

"It's getting late, I plan to go back to the yamen, if Brother Liu has something to do, you can send a message to the Pyrotechnic Hall in Tanjie."

"Then I will continue to catch up on sleep. This business is really a loss-making business."

In fact, the Da Miao Dao is more suitable for horse fighting. It can be drawn at any time when it is tied to the horse's back.

However, Ren Qing was easy to mop the floor around his waist, and it was difficult to get out of the sheath on his back, so he simply tied a slipknot to fix it on his back, and he could loosen it at any time to take out the whole knife.

He walked straight towards the yamen, passers-by all looked sideways because of the style of the big miao knife, and even children exclaimed.

The expressions of some of them are slightly disdainful.

With such a long blade, you will definitely hurt yourself when you play it.

After Ren Qing returned to the Huogongtang, he wrapped the Da Miao Dao with a cloth strip, so that even if he carried it with him, others would think it was a thin stick.

Xiao Wu touched the Big Miao Dao enviously. He could barely swing it, but soon his arm would be sore and weak.

"Brother Qing, do you know that those pyrotechnic workers from Hexing Street are back today?"

"I saw it with my own eyes."

The pyrotechnicians from Tanjie and the pyrotechnicians from Hexing Street lived in the same pyrotechnic hall, so it was inevitable that Xiao Wu would be a little worried.

"By the way, where are the five of them?"

"It is said that the plague outside the city is very serious. After they came back, they were imprisoned in Sibuzhai, and they should be released after a while."

Li Mian passed by and added: "It's clearly four people."

Ren Qing frowned and was about to refute, when he suddenly noticed that the firework in his memory had become blurred, and his figure gradually changed from five people to four.

One of them was erased as if out of thin air.

Li Mian added: "Ask Li Heng, when the four fireworkers entered the Yamen, he also saw it."

Li Heng was cleaning the dust on the steps, and nodded after hearing this: "It's four people."

Ren Qing let go of his frowning brows, carefully recalled the memories in his mind several times, and there were indeed only four fireworkers.

I must have just remembered it wrong...

(End of this chapter)