Jingle, jingle, jingle...

The sound of gold leather, knocking and knocking could be heard all the time.

Lu Chengfeng and Wu Jingmo walked side by side into Deng Ji's weapons shop, looked around, and followed the sound of knocking.

It was a muscular man, banging a silver gun hard. He must be the blacksmith of this shop.

In the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month this year, the blacksmith was shirtless and still sweating profusely.

Sweat splashed drop by drop on the silver gun that his men were forging. The silver gun that had been burned red by the fire made a sound of "Zi, Zi", and in an instant, the dripping sweat disappeared.

Traced.

The blacksmith was so absorbed in forging that he didn't realize it until the two of them came closer and yelled, "Who is it! Did he drink too much cat urine? He can't even walk without making a sound!"

Wu Jingmo was stunned when the man scolded him. He was about to retort, but was stopped by Lu Chengfeng.

I saw him with a smile on his face, stepped forward and said:

"I think Hao Han's skills are pure, and the silver gun he made is so perfect! How about selling Hao Han's silver gun to me?"

The blacksmith didn't even raise his head, and flatly refused:

"Did you fall in love with this silver gun? It's gone, it's been taken away long ago!"

Unexpectedly, this Dengji weapons shop has a small storefront and is hidden in the most prosperous and lively Yinghua Street in Beijing. It is really inconspicuous at first glance, but the weapons in this shop are actually in great demand!

Lu Chengfeng thought to himself, Master, I walked up and down Yinghua Street three times before I found your shop and struck up a nice conversation with you. That's fine. I didn't expect this person to be so ignorant of praise.

!

He then darkened his face and walked around the shop minding his own business.

I saw the blacksmith alone in this small weapons shop.

Although this shop is small, it is well-equipped with all kinds of internal organs. It is hung with all kinds of cold weapons, large and small, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks.

"There is actually that soul-stealing scorpion whip from the Western Regions!" Lu Chengfeng exclaimed.

"My little brother has good eyesight! He actually recognizes this soul-stealing scorpion whip!"

The blacksmith who was hammering finally raised his head and cast an approving look at him. However, the work in his hands never stopped for a moment.

I saw something in the corner cabinet in the deepest part of the weapons shop, shining with golden light.

layer of fabric, still shining brightly.

Lu Chengfeng couldn't help but be attracted to it, lifted up all the things covered on the cabinet, and took a closer look!

It turned out to be the legendary soft gold silk armor! Lu Chengfeng was overjoyed.

The blacksmith suddenly stood up and looked at him with great vigilance.

Lu Chengfeng observed that this small weapons shop was divided into two parts with the stove as a partition.

The front part is where the man forged weapons, facing the gate; the back part is a three-dimensional high wall with no doors or windows, which has been used as a place for display and sale of weapons.

Presumably such a layout is because this man is both a weapon maker and a shopkeeper, so it is easy for him to manage things by himself.

The blacksmith had put down the silver gun in his hand, his eyes were as wide as bells, and asked: "Who is coming?"

Seeing this, Wu Jingmo had no choice but to show his Jingzhao Mansion pass sign and said: "I am Wu Jingmo of Jingzhao Mansion. I am here to investigate the case!"

"Investigating a case? What case to investigate? I, Old Deng, walk the straight and narrow, and the officials will take a detour when they see me! What's there to investigate here?"

Old Deng shouted angrily, his hand touching the silver gun again.

In an instant, the stove in this small weapons shop seemed to have been turned on to maximum power, and the smell of gunpowder was strong.

"Don't panic, good man! Don't panic!" Lu Chengfeng hurriedly stepped forward with an apologetic smile on his face, acting like a peacemaker.

"You covet my soft gold armor! You deliberately set a trap to catch me and put me in jail! So you can take it for yourself?"

Lao Deng roared angrily, the veins on his neck popped out, and the muscles in his raised chest undulated.

I saw him raising the long silver gun in his hand and trying to pick it up from Wu Jingmo.

Lu Chengfeng quickly grabbed the silver gun, held it firmly in his hand, and comforted:

"Old Denmo is nervous! I am Lu Chengfeng from the Imperial Palace of Prince Mian's Mansion. I came to your store just to ask you a small question. Don't do this! We have something to say! We have something to say!"

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have something to say, let it go! How do I know if you two are fake royal relatives? There are so many liars these days! If you are the royal person named Lu, then I will be your grandfather

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Lao Deng's mouth was not forgiving at all, he slammed the silver gun in his hand into the ground and cursed.

Lu Chengfeng saw that the silver gun in Lao Deng's hand was stuck on the ground and no longer had the potential to hurt anyone. He felt that the atmosphere seemed to have relaxed a little, so he hurriedly asked.

"Do you have any impression that a few days ago, a tall and thin woman came over to repair it with a slender scimitar shaped like a willow leaf?"

"Hey! You are asking about that broken knife!" Lao Deng suddenly relaxed his vigilance, put the long gun in his hand on the stove, and said with a smile:

"Is it a long and slender scimitar with a very thin and sharp blade? The handle is painted with gold, but it feels loose in the hand!"

"Yes, yes! That's the knife! The knife was broken and was sent for repair!" Wu Jingmo nodded repeatedly, and then asked, "Where is that knife now?"

When Lao Deng heard this, he hesitated and could not answer.

After stammering for a long time, seeing that he couldn't get around this problem, he simply slapped his thigh, as if he was going to kill him, and said with a stick in his neck, "Throw it away!"

"How did you lose it? Where did you lose it?" Lu Chengfeng asked.

"It was lost in this shop!" the blacksmith replied.

"In the shop? How could it be? I have observed that if you want to get the weapons at the back of the shop, you must first go around the big stove. In other words, you must first pass in front of you! Could it be that you are stealing it?"

Lu Chengfeng also became rude and asked loudly and righteously.

"You're talking nonsense! You're such a mouthful!" Lao Deng said fiercely to Lu Chengfeng several times.

After he was satisfied with "Bah", he then cursed angrily, "I just peed against the wall at the door, and that piece of shit disappeared! Can you blame me?"

"No! Walk in from the door of your weapon shop, go around the stove, walk to the back half, and then go around the door. It takes at least thirty steps! How much effort does it take for you to urinate at the door! If there is really a thief, isn't it?

You just happened to catch me!"

Lu Chengfeng's eyes shot out with piercing light, and he spoke with dignity and seriousness.

"If you don't tell the truth, then you have to come with us to Jingzhao Mansion first!" Wu Jingmo frowned, raised his face, and shouted seriously.

"Don't! You gentlemen! Don't! I, Old Deng, swear that everything I say is true! If there is even half a lie, I will be hit by a car when I go out, drowned in the shower, and choked on rice grains while eating!

"

When the blacksmith who had been domineering just now heard that someone was going to take him to Jingzhao Mansion to see an official, he suddenly knelt down and swore a poisonous oath.
Chapter completed!