Of course, you can't walk in with a swagger.

Although it may be just some farmers inside, they appeared inexplicably behind the other person's village. After being seen, they would not kill the chicken and welcome him warmly. Huang Guiyun was already thinking in his heart how to explain when he was caught by someone later. Perhaps if he was lost on an outing and walked around accidentally, he would believe it.

With the stars and the candlelight from the windows of each house, Thirteen and Huang Guiyun moved in the shadows, and sometimes they lowered their bodies under the windows, which made Huang Guiyun feel both panicked and very exciting, even more exciting than stealing sweet potatoes in Aunt San’s field at night when he was a child.

After lying on the windows of several families, I heard only some daily chats. It was nothing more than whether the child was good today and was tired of working. The hen at home laid a double yolk egg today, and even heard some interesting things. However, there was no topic related to A Furong. It seemed that ordinary rice was just grown in the field.

After walking around, they did not get any valuable information. The two ran to a bullpen to hide and discussed what to do next.

"Uncle Thirteen, this place seems to be just an ordinary village, there is no special place at all. What are we going to do when we come in?" Huang Guiyun covered his nose and endured the cowshed to confirm the purpose of this trip to Thirteen.

"A Furong's fruit juice must be processed immediately after extracting it. Even if those farmers learn it, there must be a few professionals here to guide you. See if there are any larger and brighter places around."

"For example, that room?"

The two of them were squatting in the cowshed back to back. The direction facing Thirteen was dim. Huang Guiyun saw the brighter place in Thirteen's mouth from the belly of the two cows in the cowshed. It looked like it was the ancestral hall in the village, which was a little taller than other buildings. The cowshed was right next to the square in front of the building. Perhaps they were the main force in transporting goods.

At this time, the gate of the ancestral hall was closed, but from a distance there were no chains or other things on the door, and no one was nearby. The two of them ran to the door and pushed the door open and entered directly.

There are some spiritual positions directly in front of the house. In addition to the candles placed on the spiritual platform, there are some oil lamps around it, but there is no window or patio, so there is no light coming out from the outside. Huang Guiyun leaned against the door and wanted to take a deep breath to make up for the lung air lost due to running. However, a terrible stench made Huang Guiyun's stomach tighten and twitch.

With the light, you can see that in addition to the ranking of ancestors in the center, there are some things on the left and right. On one side, there are shelves, while on the other side there is a bunch of messy weapons. No matter how long the metal is stored, it will not smell like this. It can be seen that the smell is coming from the shelf. Therefore, the object of the shelf on the right is to be viewed first. Huang Guiyun spit out the tumbling stomach acid and then followed Thirteen. However, this time he directly blocked his nostrils with his fingers and closed his mouth tightly.

The shelves were covered with oil paper. After Thirteen opened the items inside, they were obviously very surprised: "Yao Shou, how could they make such things!"

"What's wrong, Uncle Thirteen?" Huang Guiyun saw that the oil paper that Thirteen opened was covered with some black cow dung. Liuyun Mountain City would not collect the feces specifically, and carefully wrap them and put them in their own ancestral hall.

A Furong's fruit juice has a lot of effects. It is basically a medicine that doctors and pharmacies must have. It even adds the shell to the food after drying it to add deliciousness. However, the medicine is three parts poisonous. After taking it, the medicine made by A Furong will have hallucinations. After taking it, you will be addicted to it and cannot extricate yourself. Taking it for a long time will cause great damage to the body, and it will only be taken out until it is impossible to use other drugs to treat it.

However, after improvement and preparation, some people turned A Furong into a special drug. It is rumored that after sucking, it will help those who practice martial arts to increase their skills. It has been widely circulated in the martial arts world for a time, and even among ordinary nobles, this thing began to be popular among ordinary nobles. However, it is nothing that ordinary people can't do. Therefore, many people will become weak and have a bad personality after taking it, and eventually die like walking corpses.

Finally, a prince died of excessive consumption. When today, Zi ordered this item to be included in the contraband, and A Furong's planting must also be strictly regulated by the government. The fruit juice produced is used for medical treatment. Ordinary people will lose their heads if they grow one.

"That kind of medicine is called Young Master Yin. There are still some circulating on the market now. It is said that it can improve its skills, but it only causes hallucinations after sucking. It feels that his magical skills are superb. Someone sucked them so well. He rushed into the military camp with a sword. As a result, he was cut into more than a dozen sections and threw them into the river." Thirteen packed oil paper and put them back on the shelf, clapping his hands.

Huang Guiyun blocked his nose and said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Thirteen, this kind of thing is so smelly, who would like to suck it?"

"What you see is the appearance of A Furong's juice after being crude. If you suck it directly, it will be dead. You need to process and add other things. Not only will the harm be smaller, the smell is tempting, and the feeling will be better. You only need a small pinch, which is simply a pleasure."

"It's great... it's great to be happy? Uncle Thirteen, are you just doing this kind of thing? No wonder you know so much!"

Huang Guiyun looked at Thirteen saying that this thing called A Furong was of great harm, and at the same time he skillfully showed the movements and expressions of sucking, as if he was well aware of this. However, Thirteen not only knew A Furong, but also was very familiar with the production process and was able to tell each link.

"Just kidding, Lin Que hasn't told you before that Lin Queering has been a veterinarian before. Do you look down on veterinarians? If I had made such a thing and sold it, I would have been rich long ago and bought a big house to support more than a dozen wives."

If you are not a maker, you may be a user. Since Mr. Yin needs to be re-adjusted before it can be made, will Thirteen be produced and sold by itself?

Huang Guiyun wrote his thoughts directly on his face. Thiran said with an unhappy look: "Does Lin Que look like a person who often takes medicine?"

Thirteen just said that ordinary people were weak and irritable after sucking Young Master Yin. Huang Guiyun inexplicably put these characteristics into Thirteen, who was thin and slightly irritable in front of him. Now thinking about how he regarded him as a bad person. After all, Thirteen was helping him along the way, and suddenly felt that he was too much. He should believe Thirteen more.

The surrounding shelves were filled with oil paper bags of large and small sizes. Obviously this was a warehouse. I don’t know if there were other similar warehouses here. However, a large area of ​​flower fields outside was enough to prove that Liuyun Mountain City had a great output. However, Huang Guiyun did not care where the things were processed and who they were sold to, because he had long been attracted by the weapons on the other side.

Farming obviously does not require knives, guns, sticks, etc. It is obvious that the villagers in the mountain city will not carefully maintain the weapons they robbed. Many of them are already rusted, but farm tools for farming require metal. Huang Guiyun saw that many of the weapons were incomplete. These weapons that once dominated the world with the owner, may have become hoes and rakes in the hands of farmers.

In Huang Guiyun's eyes, the weapons placed here were just strange swords, big knives, heavy sticks and other objects. However, in Thirteen's eyes, it was different. He glanced around casually and found the real treasure mixed in it, but what he picked up was something more like garbage.

Strictly speaking, the thing that came to Thirteen should be a long sword, but its hilt has disappeared, leaving only a bare knife head, and a blue dragon on the back of the blade is lifelike, making the entire blade look more powerful and very majestic.

"Look at this knife, it should be the family treasure sword of the beautiful beard of the Mobei hero Guan Liang. It is said that he was one of Guan Yu's descendants. He specialized in killing horse bandits in the desert. He was quite famous. Later, I heard that he planned to fight pirates, but he accidentally jumped into the sea and committed suicide."

"Why commit suicide?"

"Maybe I've got the knife down and got it away, and I don't have the money to redeem it."

"Well, why can't you lose money? You didn't say that he often killed bandits. You should be able to get money with the wanted order just like we were on the notice board."

"If there are so many horse bandits, everyone wants to be arrested, the government will not be able to emptie the warehouse to pay you. Originally, the local government wanted to ask him to be the leader of the guard team, but Guan Liang was unwilling to be an official, and he could not let go of his identity as a guard for the caravan, so he could only do volunteers to work voluntarily."

The Guan Liang mentioned by Thirteen is actually the most common situation in the martial arts world. They may have made a name for themselves by doing good deeds in a certain area, but they do not like to cooperate with the government or use their reputation to attract others to surrender. However, it is always difficult to do big things alone. On the surface, they seem to be majestic heroes, but in fact they are just warriors who live a tight life.

"It's all for fame. If you have a reputation, you won't take the opportunity to get some money to ask for a wife and have a son. Who will give you a care in the future?"

Thirteen sighed at other people's life with a sigh. Huang Guiyun felt very reluctant in his eyes and said, "Uncle Thirteen, don't be afraid, you don't have a wife and son to support you, I will support you."

"Who said I don't have a wife and son?"

"Ah, Uncle Thirteen, you actually have a wife!"

"No." Thirteen seemed very impatient and waved his hand and said, "If you have time to sigh at other people's lives, why not look for the family sword of Young Master Ling is here."

The time when the sword was taken away by the drug in the early morning was probably noon, and it was already evening now. If Liuyun Mountain City had no special procedures for the weapons it received, it should have been piled up in this place that looked like a warehouse.

Although the stacking of these weapons taken from the master was messy, they were still placed separately according to the type of weapons. The poor Young Master Ling should be the only prey in Liuyun Mountain City recently. Huang Guiyun saw a sword at the place where the long sword was piled up. Obviously, the other swords that were already covered with dust were different. The silver appearance of the long sword was like a meteor passing by in the dark, extremely dazzling.

Huang Guiyun picked up the silver sword and felt that its weight was much heavier than his previous sword, because even the sword sheath was made of metal. After the palm was in contact with it, he felt a cold breath. It was very comfortable to hold it in such a stuffy environment. The scabbard had very complex patterns. Although I couldn't understand what it meant, it was very beautiful.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he pulled out the sword with a little force. Huang Guiyun saw eight words engraved on the bottom of the sword body, but he couldn't tell what font was used, nor did he know what it was engraved. The patterns that followed the sword body attracted his attention. These seemed to be patterns that naturally appeared during the creation, and there seemed to be no rules, but he felt that something special was hidden on it. As the sword slowly unsheathed, Huang Guiyun felt that his soul was slowly sucked in.

"Searched or not."

Thirteen suddenly patted Huang Guiyun from behind, and his hands were so scared that he loosened his hands. The sound of the long sword sliding back into the scabbard made him return to the real world from the illusion. The psychedelic feeling just now was even stronger than in the A Furong flower field, but it was just the spirit attracted, not the physical harm of A Furong.

"Uncle Thirteen, look at this sword so beautiful, it should be the family-born sword of Young Master Ling." Huang Guiyun showed the sword to Thirteen.

"You said that's right, you have to leave quickly, otherwise it would be bad if someone comes." Thirteen didn't even look at it, and asked Huang Guiyun to leave quickly. The two of them had been in this room for a long time.

However, when he was about to pull up the door bolt, there was a sudden noise outside the house. Thirteen quickly pressed his ear against the door panel and felt a lot of footsteps running towards the house in every direction.

Are you going to be caught in a jar

There is a word called "crow's mouth", but this mouth does not grow on the crow, but on the human body...

(End of this chapter)
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