As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 110 109: First Floor

Inn.

Gu Changsheng washed his hands, it was already late at night.

Turning out the lights, only the dim moonlight reflected on the window.

It was still very cold in the morning in Beijing in early March.

The blacksmith shop has set up its stove.

The middle-aged blacksmith had obviously practiced some kung fu. At this time when the vendors were wearing thick clothes, he was wearing a coat with his arms bare. He was harshly telling the apprentice that he couldn't even pull the bellows, and he was picking at the things next to him. Pick those iron materials.

Very few customers come to the door early in the morning.

There are even fewer female visitors.

Today, there was a woman standing by the door of the store, looking at some of the weapons in his store.

The blacksmith glanced at him without saying hello. If he wanted to buy something, the customer would naturally ask for it.

He is a person who doesn't like to talk.

His shop mainly focuses on custom-making. Others bring better materials, and he helps make them for a fee. There are not many things in the shop, and they only display a few ordinary weapons for show. The materials are not good, but the craftsmanship is superb.

"What's the price of that sword?"

The woman pointed to a sword hanging inside.

The blacksmith took one look at it, shook his head and said, "I won't sell it."

Gu Changsheng curled his lips. If he had known that he had put away the two knives last night, he would have been happy to exchange them now.

It's not easy to find a useful weapon.

She kind of missed her sword.

"Can you rent it to me?"

Gu Changsheng thought for a moment and smiled.

The blacksmith paused. This statement sounded new to him. Rent?In this world, I have only heard of people who rent shops and cars and horses. Where can I find people who rent weapons?

He said with some humor: "What are you doing with this sword?"

Gu Changsheng said: "Of course it's murder."

As soon as these words came out, the shop suddenly became a little colder. The blacksmith touched his arm inexplicably, looked at the woman, then looked at the sword, shook his head and said: "It's not a good sword, just put it out to show off."

Gu Changsheng said indifferently: "Nowadays, there is no place or time to find a good sword. This one is good."

The blacksmith looked at her seriously and said, "Can't wait? It only costs seven taels of silver to make a fine iron sword from me. If you have the materials yourself, it only costs one tael of silver."

"it's the same."

The blacksmith didn't realize for a moment what the same thing meant. After talking to each other for a few words, he saw that she was indeed here to buy a sword. Although it was a bit weird, he thought for a while and pulled out an iron sword from the bottom of the shelf. "This one is made of better materials. It's just that the craftsmanship is not very good, if you want it, I will charge you a material fee." This was typed by his apprentice, and it had to be tempered and melted. At this time, it also saved losses and tempering.

Gu Changsheng took a look and found that it was indeed good.

After paying the money and leaving with the iron sword in hand, the blacksmith looked at her back and felt a little desolate inexplicably.

Shaking his head to get rid of that feeling, he put away the money and continued to urge the apprentice to fill up the bellows.

The rising sun is gradually rising, dispersing the coldness of the morning. There is no wind today. By then, people wearing thick clothes are already a little hot, so they take off their thick clothes and change into thin clothes.

After having dinner with his sword, he passed by a small building. Gu Changsheng turned his eyes and thought for a moment that he saw Hua Wuque.

A young man dressed in white, as gentle as jade, sat in front of the window on the second floor, with a faint smile on his face. His aura, if you didn't look at his face and covered his face, you would almost admit your mistake.

At this time, he was looking out with a smile, his eyes had no light and no focus.

He is blind.

Gu Changsheng turned his eyes and looked at the first floor of the small building. The door was open and filled with flowers.

The building is full of flowers...

It is said that the door of the small building where Hua Manlou lives is always open, waiting for anyone who needs help to come in.

This is a blind man who loves flowers and life.

Looking away, Gu Changsheng probably guessed his identity, just thinking about his temperament...

Are all people named Hua like this?

Hua Manlou was quietly smelling the fragrance of the flowers, and suddenly turned his head slightly and said, "There is a master!"

"Ok?"

Lu Xiaofeng was sitting on a chair behind him, drinking. Hearing this, he glanced at him: "What kind of master?"

Huamanlou said: "You obviously know that I am blind."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Then how did you recognize him as a master?"

Hua Manlou pointed to his ear, turned his head and remained silent for a while, then said with a solemn expression: "He is a very high master."

Lu Xiaofeng raised her eyebrows and asked curiously: "How tall?"

Hua Manlou shook her head slightly.

Lu Xiaofeng almost jumped up. He and Huamanlou are close friends, so he naturally understands what Huamanlou means, that is, it is difficult to estimate...

He asked in surprise: "You can't be taller than Mu Taoist."

Hua Manlou frowned slightly and said in confusion: "It's different...it's a bit strange, but he is a master anyway."

Lu Xiaofeng had already squeezed to the window and looked out. On the bustling street, there was no sign of any master.

Although Hua Manlou is blind, he is sharper than most people with good eyesight.Although many people have eyes, they cannot see clearly as a blind man like him.

Lu Xiaofeng had no doubts about Hua Manlou's judgment.

Touching his beard, he shook his head and lay back on the chair, drinking.There was not even a breath of wind in the afternoon.

Gu Changsheng was sitting at the foot of the mountain behind Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion with his sword in his arms. Four corpses were lying in front of him, all of whom were wearing black clothes and covering their faces.

Being targeted by a killer organization is not a good thing.

Especially in such a world.

When dealing with this kind of organization, the more time you give them to prepare, the easier it is for accidents to happen - if the plan is careful enough, Huo Xiu can even design Lu Xiaofeng to take action, and maybe even lure Ximen Chuixue.

Different from the arena where the two prides are the best, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false here, and what is at play here is the mind and calculation.

Since I got entangled for no reason——

The best way to avoid surprises is to surprise the other person.

As dusk approached, she glanced at the setting sun. After the orange-red patch was completely hidden, she walked around to the back of the mountain.

The mountain was not high, but it was very beautiful. After going up the mountain for several miles, she sat down to rest, waiting for nightfall to fall completely.

It's dark, and the little light on the mountain is particularly bright.

The figure in green shirt stepped over.

Several men in black jumped out of the woods, but they fell down as they rushed into sight.

The iron sword made by the blacksmith's apprentice left fatal wounds on their bodies.

The footsteps did not stop at all.

Walking slowly step by step, the posture is as casual as walking, but the pressure it brings is heavy.

When she walked out of the woods, there was no blood on her body, but there was a strong smell of blood.

After walking through the woods, we came to the lighted place. This is a small building behind the mountain. Many people know that this is the residence of Huo Xiu, the richest man in the world.But few people know that this is also the first floor of Tsing Yi.

Almost no one knows that Huo Xiu, the richest man in the world, is the boss of Qingyi House.

They all like to dig holes in the mountains... What's wrong with them?
Gu Changsheng shook off the blood on his sword and looked at the small building.

It was quiet in the small building.

The vermilion door was closed. She stepped forward and walked in with a loud bang and sawdust flying.

In front of him was the stunned and unprepared master of Tsing Yi Tower.
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Huo Xiu was waiting for the report from his men in the secret room.

But no one came for a long time.

Suddenly, he sniffed, and a faint smell of blood drifted in from the corridor.

The nearly 70-year-old man suddenly changed his color and stared in the direction of the corridor.

how come? !

No, absolutely impossible!

From tracking, contacting, and knocking on the door, in just two days, what kind of reaction, how decisive, and how fast was this?

Even the unique Lu Xiaofeng and the peerless swordsman Ximen Chuixue would never be able to do it!
But who else?
Huo Xiu looked horrified. He suddenly realized that he was reckless - no, it couldn't be said to be reckless.

How could there be such a person in the world?

Someone who was just provoked, found this place in a short time, and then came to the door brazenly?
The killer is all about concealment and planning.

If the first floor of Tsing Yi Building could be found so easily, Tsing Yi Building would have disappeared long ago!
But that person has already arrived.

An ordinary iron sword, the edge of the sword was stained with blood, and the one holding it was a fair and beautiful hand.

A figure in a green shirt appeared from the corridor.

Didn't even have time to activate the mechanism.

Huo Xiu stared at her face with suspicion, horror and disbelief.

An old man who is nearly 70 years old has seen enough things. Especially since he is the richest man in the world and the boss of Tsing Yi House. He has far more experience and knowledge than ordinary people. He should not be surprised by how much he has. thing.

But he seemed to have seen a ghost.

"Accidental?"

The man shook his sword, "To be honest, I'm surprised too, you..."

The words suddenly stopped.

She was also stunned.

In this underground hall, where the first floor of Tsing Yi is located, there is a very old portrait on the wall in the middle.

The painting shows a woman in a blue shirt.

She folded her arms in front of her, holding an ancient sheathed sword in her hand.

He has a heroic appearance and his eyebrows are like stars.

In the underground secret room, time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Huo Xiu slowly took a step back, and an iron sword was nailed in front of him like lightning.

"Say."

The man took a step forward, and his true energy exploded. Different from the previous seemingly casual approach, a mountain-like momentum rushed towards his face.

"Where did this painting come from?"

Huo Xiu broke into a cold sweat instantly.

There must be something wrong.

(End of this chapter)