The night is like the tide driving away the last sunset, the cold moonlight hangs on the branches, and in the small courtyard, the oil lamp stands on the stove and shakes slightly.

"Today, Aunt Li's tea stall has a good business. Several groups of passers-by ran to her place to rest. They took Widow Zhang's eyes anxious and shy, and threw fox eyes to passers-by... Go away, I didn't say anything about you."

Wang Jinqiu kicked the fox that was lying on her feet, and told the interesting things outside to the old man Geng who was sucking a little wine. The old couple laughed out loud from time to time, picked up a slice of meat and put it in her husband's bowl. When they saw Geng Qing slimming rice grains beside him, they had not asked him what was going on.

On the other side, Geng Qing put down the bowls and smiled at his parents: "Dad, I've finished eating, and some official documents have not been processed when I go back to my room."

Then, he got up and put the bowls and chopsticks on the stove, got out of the yard and walked straight to the room that belonged to him. He took the fire stick on the table in the moonlight and blew out the sparks to remove the wicks. The blue flame gradually brightened. Wang Jinqiu, who was watching his son's room in the straw shed, approached her husband.

"I always have a smile on my face, but I look depressed today."

Old Man Geng nodded, "I'm afraid I'm pretending to be in trouble."

"It's like this when I come back. It must be a business in the yamen, and we can't help."

The woman looked at the slowly closing door over there and sighed.

After passing through the courtyard, Geng Qing grind the ink in the window framed with dim lights, and found a blank piece of paper from a pile of waste papers that practiced writing to the table. The tip of the pen was dipped, and the names of the two people were drawn out stroke by stroke - Gao Jun and Gao Sheng.

"Just like those rascal scoundrels blackmail, if you are entangled, you will keep asking for it. Finally, there is a villager who can give another way to live, so why are you entangled..."

He looked at the names of the two people on the paper, his index finger and thumb rubbed the pen back and forth.

"This matter has to be solved. People who are greedy will not give them much benefits. The only way is to be the same as Liu Mang."

Analyzing information is one of Geng Qing's old skills. When he thought of the natural notes, the pages of the paper were rustling and the tip of the pen wrote down the strength that two people could see with their eyes.

One is a skilled martial artsman, and the other is accomplices. The two of them are either soldiers or gang members. Together, there are probably more than a thousand people, and their power covers the entire Feihu County territory.

"And here I..."

Geng Qing's eyes moved downward, and next to his name, there was a blank space, "Hiss... It seems that I'm the only one."

Compared to dealing with the dead ghost Liu Mang, it is extremely difficult. If you really want to fight head-on, pulling people from several villages around you will die in vain.

Maybe it can be done with someone else.

Tang Baoer...that group of assassins...

An Jingsi seemed to be dissatisfied with County Magistrate Gao, and County Magistrate Chen might be considered half...

Outside, the red fox jumped in with his head open the door, jumped to the point where the young man curled up his legs and yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Geng Qing added the three of them to his name, and compared his eyes back and forth, and there was a little capital for confrontation, but on the surface, he still couldn't force himself.

Outside the window, the night was hazy, the clear moon disappeared from the clouds, the warm yellow lights reflected some fair faces and frowned and thoughtful, looking at the old trees swaying branches and leaves in the yard, the rustling sound and the snoring of Old Man Geng melted into this night.

Geng Qing gently stroked the soft fur rolled up on his legs. He sat in the light for a long time and thought about it. As the scene gradually revealed its outline, he took the brush again and found another piece of white paper to outline the scattered strange figures, six holes of wheels, grips, arc-shaped iron hooks... and so on.

‘You have to get a piece of safety. It’s important to save your life, but you don’t know if it can be done…’

‘Always try…’

‘There is also martial arts…it’s always okay to scare people.’

The light was cut and buried in writing, and the modified figures were cast on the window frame. After a long time, Geng Qing then blew out the oil lamp, threw the fox away, put the clothes on the couch, and fell asleep in a daze.

Oh...ohohoh--

The sky became brighter, the chickens crowed and the dogs were barking and undulating. There were gradually people in the village. Wang Jinqiu set off the stove and shouted to the door diagonally opposite Geng Qing got up and went out.

The young man who was sleeping late wrapped in a newly changed bedding and pinched himself hard before sliding out of the bed. He sorted out his wrinkled robe and went out to hold a handful of cold water on his face. He suddenly became much more awake. After breakfast, he went back to the house to sort out the things he had drawn last night, and took them in his hands and walked out of the yard quickly.

Outside, Geng Dachun was sitting on the chariot playing with a whip. He had been waiting for a long time. As soon as the figure came out, he waved the whip on the donkey's buttocks and shouted: "Go!"

The donkey turned his head and squirted heavily, raised his hooves and walked slowly, pulled the frame along the mountain road and walked in Qingming sky, all the way to the county town. Geng Qing gave Dachun the things for the time being, and pulled out two patterns with knives and asked him to ask Wang Blacksmith to help build them. Turning around, he went to the county government to handle official business. Unfortunately, he didn't meet An Jingsi. He was a shift in the afternoon. He went out while he was free and found a medicine shop to ask about some sulfur and saltpeter. These were also traditional Chinese medicines, so it was not difficult to buy some.

‘But whether that thing can be made depends entirely on God’s will.’

He returned to the blacksmith shop with two Chinese medicines wrapped in oil paper. Wang Blacksmith was holding the drawings and pondering, "The two knives on them... look good, but they are not practical. What should I do?"

"The things given to others must be beautiful and majestic." Geng Qing took the things inside and stored them. When he had time, he would do it specifically. As for the two drawings in the blacksmith's hand, there were some knives he had seen before, which appeared in some films and TV shows, and were flashy and unreal.

‘The dragon-slaying sword naturally cannot be said, so I’d better change my name and change my appearance again.’

Thinking of this, he pulled Wang Blacksmith to figure the patterns on the paper. The dragon-shaped areas on it were changed to the patterns of lions and tigers. The back of the knife was carved with clouds and winds, and the side of the knife was marked with the titles of crazy lions and golden tigers.

The head of the handle was specially instructed to engrave the names of Gao Jun and Gao Sheng respectively. The weapons were used as gifts for the people of the Jianghu. However, Wang Blacksmith and Geng Qing had no experience in this area, so they had to tear out two knife blanks first. On the second day, they found An Jingsi and asked him to come over to give some advice, such as the weight of the knife and how big the size...

"I didn't expect that Brother Geng could draw weapons. It's a bit strange to see your knife. It looks pretty good after watching it for a long time. Why not create one for me?"

Geng Qing sat in front of a pile of scrap copper and iron thinking about what happened after the weapons. He didn't raise his head and replied casually: "Okay, what are you going to fight?"

Over there, An Jingsi pointed to the big yellow horse parked at the door and the long spear hanging on it, "I'm good at this, let's take a look for me."

"What's the name?"

"An Jingsi."

Geng Qing took out a rusty dagger from a pile of broken iron bronze ware and turned his head to look at him: "The name of the weapon."

“Um…”

An Jingsi walked back and forth with his hands behind his back for a few steps, and suddenly stopped, "Bi Yan's, the heavier the better. Don't worry about iron. I'll go to Yacang to get some fine iron."

After saying that, he lifted his robe and stepped out of the door, and hurriedly got on the horse and ran away. Wang Blacksmith spat outside, shook his head and went back to continue to punch the knife, muttering in his mouth with a ping-pong sound.

"If you fight such heavy weapons, you can't carry them even if you move them. It's useless to waste so much iron."

Geng Qing, who was sitting not far away, seemed to have not heard the words of the people around him. His eyes were looking at the rusty dagger in his hand without blinking. A trace of light suddenly flashed out of his eyes and the corners of his lips curled up.
Chapter completed!