The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1751 A secret is one that no one knows!

Qinghe County, next to Wu Dalang's house,

Looking at the alluring Pan Jinlian, Ximen Qing also became interested.
Seeing the wealthy man who never visited before, Granny Wang smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Ximen, what brings you here!"

Looking at Wang Po beside him, Ximen Qing smiled and asked, "Wang Po, who is that young lady next door?"

"Oh, you mean Jinlian? She's Wu Dalang's wife."

Upon hearing Ximen Qing's words, Wang Po immediately laughed, her cunning eyes gleaming.

Upon hearing Wang Po's words, Ximen Qing exclaimed in surprise, "You mean, that young lady's husband is a short, ugly man named Wu Dalang?"

"Isn't that him?"

Smiling broadly at Ximen Qing, Wang Po began to explain.
Upon hearing that Pan Jinlian had been betrothed to Wu Dalang by the Zhang family, Ximen Qing immediately felt a pang of regret, saying, "The Zhang family is truly blind! Such a beautiful young lady, they actually betrothed to a cripple!"

Looking at Ximen Qing beside her, Wang Po said meaningfully, "What's going on here, sir?"

"this?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ximen Qing turned his head and asked, "Can Wang Po help me?"

"Since you have this idea, sir, I, Wang Po, am naturally willing to help, after all..."

Looking at Ximen Qing before her, Wang Po's eyes gleamed.
Seemingly sensing Wang Po's meaning, Ximen Qing took out a piece of silver and placed it on the table, saying, "Then I'll leave it to you, godmother!"

After quickly and efficiently putting away the silver, Wang Po said happily, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely help you make this a good deal!"

While the two were laughing heartily, upstairs in the distance, Zhang Cheng was holding a pear, took a couple of bites, spat out the peel, and said, "Damn, this is like a bucket of cold water poured on my heart, damn bastard!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, Yun Ge'er said awkwardly, "Master Zhang, these pears..."

"Do you think I need your two coins?"

Turning to look at Huige'er, Zhang Cheng tossed out a copper coin and then turned and left.
Rubbing his head in confusion, Huige asked in surprise, "What's wrong with Master Zhang today?"

In the east of the city, at a blacksmith's shop,

The fire in the stove was blazing hot, and a clanging sound filled the air.

After going inside, Zhang Cheng took out the blueprints and said, "Blacksmith, get this thing out for me!"

"Hey, what does Cheng-ge want to fight today?"

The blacksmith took the blueprints and looked at them curiously for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Why is this knife sharpened on three sides?"

"For bloodletting, to prevent wounds from healing!"

Speaking to the blacksmith, Zhang Cheng glanced at the weapons displayed around him and began to examine them closely.

Just then, Zhang Cheng squatted down and came to a secluded corner, asking, "Blacksmith, what is this?"

"Oh, you mean this? It was sent by a tenant farmer outside the city. He didn't know what it was, but it looks like a good thing to me. It's heavy and of good quality."

Explaining to Zhang Cheng, the blacksmith stepped forward and, using all his strength, barely managed to lift it up.
Looking at the contraption in the blacksmith's hands, Zhang Cheng squinted and said, "I'll make my weapon from this!"

Upon seeing the pores on the meteorite, Zhang Cheng immediately recognized its nature.

Why were meteorites often crafted into powerful weapons in ancient times? Because during their fall, the impurities within them were burned away by the intense heat and fire.
"Brother Cheng, this thing isn't cheap, and..."

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a broad smile, the blacksmith couldn't help but speak.
"You won't be shortchanged on the money, just make sure you get the goods ready!"

Zhang Cheng took out a ten-tael silver ingot and slammed it on the table.
Looking at the silver, the blacksmith stared at him suspiciously and said, "Brother Cheng, are you kidding me?"

"Alright, you got it from which tenant farmer? At most, it's a string of cash. I'll give you ten taels as a deposit, isn't that enough? After it's done, I'll give you another ten taels. Is that acceptable?" Looking at the blacksmith before him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but speak.
"Twenty taels, that's not bad, but your weapon is complicated. You can't do it without some skill!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, the blacksmith once again chose to raise the price.
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you think I'm one of those tenant farmers?"

Looking at the blacksmith haggling in front of him, Zhang Cheng lifted his clothes, revealing his constable badge.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng had no intention of raising the price further, the blacksmith could only say, "Come back in five days!"

"Three days. I'm only giving you three days. If you can't handle it, I'll handle you! Understand?"

Looking at the blacksmith before him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but become serious.
After all, he was going to escort prisoners to the border army in a few days, so how could he wait until five days?

Moreover, without his triangular bayonet, Zhang Cheng always felt uneasy!

"Alright, I'll start forging it for you tonight, but it'll cost an extra two taels of silver!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, the blacksmith couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
He was planning to sell this seemingly meteorite-like object for a high price, but little did he know that Zhang Cheng had spotted it even though it was hidden in some nook and cranny!

Hearing the blacksmith's words, Zhang Cheng calmly replied, "Alright, I'll do it your way!"

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Zhang Cheng went to the yamen (government office) to report for duty and begin another day of his arduous work.

As Zhang Cheng walked along the street, he felt that people were looking at him as if he were a "bully"!
Looking at the imposing Zhang Cheng, Er Gou asked suspiciously, "Why is the way you walk getting more and more arrogant?"

"Brother Laifu, this is called a proper and dignified stance."

As Zhang Cheng explained to Er Gou, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"The square steps? Could it be the way officials walk?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with surprise, Er Gou showed a look of astonishment.
"Well, you could say that!"

Not knowing how to answer Er Gou, Zhang Cheng could only remain silent.

As night fell, Zhang Cheng, dressed in black, quietly scaled the wall.
Unlike his previous recklessness, Zhang Cheng had clearly done his homework this time.

Upon arriving at Wu Dalang's house, Zhang Cheng watched as the lights went out before proceeding to the back alley.
Zhang Cheng tiptoed over the wall and gripped the dagger in his hand.

Tonight, he not only has to deal with Ximen Qing, but also Wang Po.

After all, Wang Po played a crucial role in enabling Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian to become acquainted!
Moreover, even if Zhang Cheng manages to win over Ximen Qing, who knows if Wang Po might go after Murong Qing!
Lu Yan: Murong? Xianbei Murong? Murong Ke, holy crap.
Murong Ke: For thousands of years, for thousands of years, will you ever stop?!
"Bang bang bang!"

A crisp knock sounded on the door, and the lights slowly came on.
Coming out of the house, Granny Wang asked in confusion, "Who is it?"

But just as she opened the door, a sharp dagger pierced her neck.

Staring in disbelief at the person before her, Granny Wang immediately staggered backward, struggling to cover her neck.

Stepping inside, Zhang Cheng closed the door behind him and, looking at Wang Po, asked, "Surprised?"

"Cuckoo"

Clutching her neck, Wang Po seemed to want to say something, but couldn't utter a single word; her face was as pale as a corpse.
"What does Ximen Qing want with you? I don't need to say more, do I, Madam Wang?"

A sinister smile crept across Zhang Cheng's face as he walked to the side and casually rummaged through the boxes, creating the appearance of a bandit.
Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Wang Po pointed at him, her eyes filled with resentment.

Looking at Wang Po, Zhang Cheng walked up to her, squatted down, and said, "A secret is something no one knows about. It's a pity that you two don't care about such dirty things at all."

At this point, Zhang Cheng tiptoed over the floor tiles, then pulled out a box from a corner, took out thirty taels of silver and a hundred-tael deposit slip, and said, "In your next life, don't call yourself Granny Wang, you know? It's dangerous!"

(End of this chapter)