I also thought of this when I met the tinsmith.

In addition to thinking about the mission and the paper man, Zhang Feng also thought that he had the elixir and the ghost capital fragments were at the second level. Can he try to find another weapon?

Or 'upgrade your weapons?'

Zhang Feng thought about it and planned to ask the tinsmith if there was a blacksmith nearby after he finished his work.

After all, when they walk through the streets and encounter people who are 'walking nearby', they will definitely pay more attention to them.

At the same time, as the container is poured, a new aluminum pot is taken out of the oven, cooled, sprinkled with water, and polished.

After the tinsmith finished his work, he was very idle. He leaned against the baggage in the cart behind him and lit a cigarette to rest.

When Zhang Feng saw it, he turned around and went to a small shop on the way here, took a quick look and bought a box of Sanwu.

This is a high-end cigarette these days, even the imported Hilton can't compare to it. The only thing that can beat it is canned Red Panda.

But they are not available in this store. They can only be found in large shopping malls, and they are very few.

Zhang Feng came back with two boxes of cigarettes, put one box in his pocket, took the other box to the tinsmith, opened it, flicked the bottom of the box with his finger, popped out one, and gave way.

"Master, I want to ask something."

"What's the matter?" The tinsmith glanced at the cigarette case first, then immediately stood up and politely reached out to take it, "Boss, tell me."

"That's our place..." Zhang Feng glanced at it, "Where can we find a blacksmith shop with our old craftsmanship?"

"What are you hitting?" the tinsmith asked subconsciously. He instinctively picked up his small steel column and suddenly cursed himself for talking too much.

This boss was obviously asking questions, so why did he practice it himself?

"There is a street facing west..." The tinsmith looked at the tool, as if to check whether the handle was loose, then he put the tool down naturally and pointed to the north, "I saw several masters setting up shop there.

.Boss, will you go there to take a look?"

"Thank you." Zhang Feng replied with a smile. Seeing his embarrassment, he didn't say much, put the entire box of cigarettes in his pocket, turned around and left.

"Boss..." the tinsmith shouted, looking at the cigarette in his hand, and then at the stick at Zhang Feng's waist, "Is that a knife?"

Zhang Feng paused for a moment, turned around and looked over.

The tinsmith smiled and held up his hands, "If you really want to spend a lot of money to make it or recast it, then I'll tell you something.

It's just that I'm afraid that the price of the person I mentioned just now is too high and you think it's expensive, and it's like I'm cheating on you by taking your cigarettes. That's why I told you about the street...

But just now, seeing how you said you would give good cigarettes to me, I feel that you are not short of money. I will mention this more."

Zhang Feng neither denied nor nodded, "Master, tell me?"

"Will you let me see the knife first?" the tinsmith asked carefully: "I have to judge first. If the person I tell you can't do it, you don't have to run away in vain."

Zhang Feng thought for a while, and when he saw a child playing in the distance and no one nearby, he took out the Tang Dao and handed it to him.

The tinsmith picked up the knife, weighed it, took a lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

Look at it a little.

He tapped the blade one inch below the tip of the knife again with his finger, and there was a thick and strong sound.

The cigarette ashes fell all over him.

"The craftsmanship of this sword has reached the highest level. It was the hand of a famous swordsman in ancient times."

As he spoke, he stood up and shook off the ashes before handing the knife back to Zhang Feng.

"Master, if you really want to go back to the furnace or recast it, go to Daqing Street, Huizhou City and find an old man named Xu. That's my master, and ask him to help you take another look..."

When he said this, he felt a little embarrassed, "But when you get to his place, remember to tell him that it was my introduction to the business. I don't want him to know that it was his apprentice who took the credit after making money..."

The tinsmith had no other intentions. He just felt that doing good deeds would be known to others.

If you didn't know, who would know that he was the one doing the business.

"Don't worry." Zhang Feng also smiled because he heard a bounty reminder.

‘Bounty mission: deliver news to the tinsmith and visit the old blacksmith in the exchange market’

Current ring number: 3

‘Reward: 2000 Daqian Points’

Forex market, in other provinces.

The distance is almost over a thousand kilometers.

At the speed of green trains these days, including the stops in between, it would take almost a day, not counting transfers.

Zhang Feng thought of this and decided not to delay. He should leave early and arrive early.

"Thank you."

Say goodbye to the tinsmith, take a taxi and walk towards the train station.

At around 12 noon, we arrived at the station.

First call the museum owner, find a relationship, and ask the station to consign the Tang Dao.

Zhang Feng took a green train that could go to the exchange market without changing trains, and bought a soft sleeper.

And the owner of the museum also said to find someone to send it to him.

Zhang Feng thought for a while, forget it, maybe he could meet a thief on the train.

My paper figurines haven’t been found yet.

Waiting for the car.

This was not a busy time for farming. Even in the hot weather in August, there were seven or eight people in each carriage.

Zhang Feng came to the soft sleeper car, sat for a while, and then walked around. He saw young lovers whispering to each other in the hard sleeper cars in front and behind, passengers carrying large and small bags, and women scolding their children with a straight face.

people, and travelers waving out the window.

"Here it is..." Two people walked up from the door next to him, passed by Zhang Feng, and sat on the hard sleeper seat in front.

After they sat down, they saw Zhang Feng looking over and smiled and nodded.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao..." A middle-aged passenger made a phone call and sat in the back seat, "I ran into trouble on the road and will be late in arriving. Don't worry, I'll get there as soon as possible...

Department system system..”

He nodded, waited until he hung up the phone, took out a water glass from his bag, took a few sips of tea, sighed and shook his head.

Zhang Feng took a few glances and returned to his soft sleeper compartment, but there was still no one there.

Because the soft sleeper in this room has been reserved by the hotel owner.

He thought that since Master Zhang wouldn't let him give it away, he would give Master Zhang a relatively clean space to rest.

But he didn't say anything about ginseng. He wanted to give Master Zhang a surprise.

Zhang Feng didn't care what they were thinking, but sat on the bed, took a short rest, and waited until night, when there were many thieves.

..

At two or three o'clock in the night.

Accompanied by the sound of "tengteng" railway tracks, the train drove to a field of railway tracks.

Most of the passengers on the train also fell asleep.

Nowadays, only a few people are still chatting, playing cards, or drinking hot water, cooking a steaming pack of instant noodles, and walking through the aisles.

But in Car No. 12.

Except for the sound of the railway tracks, it was very quiet here, and most of the passengers on the car had fallen asleep.

Only the two people in the seats in front were still chatting quietly.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was also sitting in a seat at the end here, closing his eyes and relaxing.

All because three meters away, a middle-aged man in the seat at the end of the carriage was sleeping on the table, with the corner of a wallet hanging out from the side of his leg.

Including Zhang Feng, who transferred several carriages tonight, he felt that he was easy to steal, and seeing that there was an empty seat here, he decided to wait here.

And as time goes by.

When the two young men in front also fell asleep.

A young man was passing by here, looking around as if looking for someone, and saw the middle-aged man at the end.

'An idea...' He retracted his gaze, pondered for a moment, and then scanned the sleeping passengers nearby before walking towards the middle-aged man.

When he passed by, he walked very lightly, listened to the middle-aged man's even breathing, and then put his palm to the wallet.

But at the same time.

Zhang Feng came behind him at some point, half-armed his neck, and put his right hand on his right shoulder.

"Is it easy to steal?"

"What do you mean?" The thief realized that he was being captured, but pretended not to know anything and said, "Brother, did you admit the wrong person?"

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man was awakened by the sound of two people talking.

Zhang Feng looked at the thief, "Should I explain it more clearly, or should we change places to talk?"

The thief looked at the confused middle-aged man, smiled and replied to Zhang Feng: "Brother, it's you! Let's move to another place and don't disturb others' rest."

The thief spoke enthusiastically, but when he reached the connection between the carriages, his smile gradually dropped, "Brother... I don't think you look like a policeman..."

"You admit it right." Zhang Feng shook his head, "I really am not, I just came here to catch sheep."

"Oh... no..." The thief nodded, then suddenly lowered his right hand and took out a slender knife from his leg pocket, trying to threaten Zhang Feng to let him go.

It was just Zhang Feng's right hand that pinched his shoulder blades with his fingertips and exerted force.

A painful needle-pricking sensation came to his bones, and he paused in his movements.

"Brother...I..." When he saw that the threat failed, he begged for mercy instead, "Did I offend you somewhere..."

Zhang Feng ignored him and forced the thief to walk towards Car No. 14.

The thief felt the pain in his shoulder and did not resist, but he asked tentatively: "Have I crossed the boundary and come to your territory? I am Brother Fang's, I believe you have heard of it, right?"

"No need to ask." Zhang Feng dragged him to the door of his carriage, "I am not in your profession. Now, should you go in, or should I take you in?"

"How much..." the thief replied: "We are all looking for money, please tell us the number..."

"Your destiny." Zhang Feng smiled, "Can you give it to me?"

The thief's heart tightened and his eyelids jumped in fear, "Brother... this is in the car? Are you still planning to kill me? Even if you can escape, Brother Fang will not let you go. You have to think clearly."

, don’t do something stupid, you will regret it...”

"I don't need him to spare me..." Zhang Feng withdrew his right hand from his shoulder and grabbed his right ear. At the same time, he pressed his left ear with his left hand. He twisted his hands suddenly and pushed him into the soft sleeper compartment.

The sound of 'clicking' the neck and spine breaking and the sound of the door opening were covered by the sound of the train tracks.

The thief's face was facing behind him, and his neck was twisted with great force.

"He's next."

The moment Zhang Feng broke the thief's neck, his life was cut off and his expression of begging for mercy stopped.

But in the next moment, his body twisted and floated in the air, and the clothes on his body also shrank with his body, until he turned into a three-inch man who looked exactly like the thief, floating in the air.
Chapter completed!