There was a black iron-colored hook nailed to the wall of the dark room. In the spiritual eyes, it shone with a faint white light.
Various leak-picking plots in previous novels flashed through his mind. Du Kang glanced at Master Miao beside him, stepped forward and pulled out the hook.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a chisel with a hook. The chisel was as long as a hand, with a sharp tip and a curved hook at the end for hanging objects.
"Master Miao, this iron chisel looks very nice to me. It looks like a weapon. How could it be made into a hook?"
Holding the iron chisel in his hand, the white light flashing in his spiritual eyes became even more obvious. Unfortunately, Master Miao was here, and he had no reason to move him away. He could only express his interest in this thing generously.
"This chisel seems to have been made in the early years. Maybe someone under his command nailed it here to hang things." Master Miao reached out to take the chisel and looked at it carefully.
"I remembered, I made this iron chisel with my own hands when I was an apprentice. There was no Blood Clothes Society at that time, and I was still a member of the Niu Ma Gang."
Master Miao patted his head and remembered the origin of this object. "This was originally a hidden weapon customized by a swordsman for himself. He never came to pick it up after making it. There were originally more than a dozen of this object, and it has been moved several times over the years.
, I thought they had all been lost a long time ago, but I didn’t expect that there was still one nailed here.”
"Instructor Du, if you want concealed weapons of this style, I will make a few more for you." Master Miao said this, but kept looking at the iron chisel and wondering secretly.
This iron chisel is indeed made of ordinary fine iron, not a magical weapon that uses precious materials and has talismans engraved inside. Why would Du Kang be interested in this?
Could it be that he thought these three magic weapons were too expensive and was too embarrassed to say so? Du Kang looked at such a talented person, but he didn't expect that he was still a person with so many twists and turns in his belly.
Thinking that he understood Du Kang's thoughts, Master Miao no longer expected this poor man to buy a magic weapon, but his enthusiasm remained unabated.
Although Du Kang is a poor man now, it does not mean that he will continue to be poor in the future. If you save some face for others at this time, he may bring you a lot of business in the future.
Du Kang didn't know that Master Miao could have so many thoughts in his mind at one time. He saw Master Miao's eyes focused on the chisel and thought he had seen something mysterious.
"Okay, I like this style very much, but how dare I bother Master Miao with ordinary concealed weapons? You just need to ask the apprentices to help me shoot a few."
However, Master Miao waved his hands repeatedly and said that this was just a small matter. The entire Bloody Clothes Association, except for the three leaders, only had less than twenty monks and a few worthless chisels. Master Miao was naturally willing to sell this favor.
"The design of this concealed weapon is extremely unique. Then, I will take this one back to practice with." Du Kang said and spread his hands.
Master Miao looked at the chisel against the light again for a moment before placing it in Du Kang's hand.
After that, Du Kang ordered ten chisels of the same style in the Weapons Hall before leaving in a big stride.
The moment he walked out of the weapon hall, Du Kang breathed a sigh of relief and sighed that his spiritual eye was really a magic weapon, and one of the top ten eye skills was not in vain.
Just now, Master Miao actually suspected that there was something wrong with the chisel, but in the end he was too short-sighted to see the reason, and gave away this valuable thing under Du Kang's performance.
The light in the chisel is the evil spirit of the metal element that Du Kang needs to practice the five elements of magic.
I thought that the Five Elements evil spirit was so rare, but now it seems that the fundamental reason is that most people in the world are ignorant. They often open their spiritual eyes, and maybe it won't take long for them to get it together.
Du Kang quickened his pace and walked to the backyard. He was originally going to buy weapons, but he got an unexpected bonus like Jin Xing's evil spirit. He felt that the panel couldn't wait for him to see its strength.
The Weapons Hall is located on the east side of the martial arts arena. To return to the West Garden where the Third Master's subordinates live, you need to walk through the entire martial arts arena.
It was early in the morning, and the instructors who had taken over the teaching duties were leading the swordsmen to practice martial arts, mostly practicing spears and swordsmanship. Because the swordsmen had never practiced martial arts before joining the Blood Clothes Club, haha,
Guns and knives are the fastest weapons and martial arts methods to create combat effectiveness.
Du Kang thought about his great cause of cultivation and walked quickly through the hands of the sword. Suddenly he heard someone calling him.
"Instructor Du, Instructor Du."
Du Kang turned around, only to be greeted by a scribe who was an acquaintance himself. The Xie family's task was handled by him last time.
"Brother, what do you want from me?" Although he was in a hurry, Du Kang was still polite.
Due to their official positions, these scribes have frequent communication with the affiliated forces of the Blood-Shirt Society and the government. They have close relationships, are well-informed, and have low and important positions.
Being friends with them may not necessarily help you, but if you offend them, you have to worry about whether they will hide key information about the mission.
The information on the demon-killing mission is extremely critical. A simple piece of information may save your life. You only have one life, so you can't bet on other people's professional ethics.
"Teacher Du, you're welcome. It's the third master who is summoning his subordinates. He is in the backyard of the West Garden now. You can go quickly." The scribe replied respectfully.
"Are they all the coaches under the third master?"
"Yes, except for the instructors who are performing missions outside, everyone who is stationed at the station must go."
"Oh, thanks for the trip, brother. You went to my room first and couldn't find me, so you came here." Du Kang said, taking out a few pieces of silver and stuffing it into the clerk's hand.
"It's not hard work. It's the right thing to do for the Blood-Shirt Society and the Third Master. The real hard work is for monks like the instructor who go to kill demons and slay demons through wind and rain." The clerk said something nice and took the money.
In arms.
It seems that this clerk is the third in charge of the family and regards me as one of his own. The so-called factions are everywhere, and the forces without factions are all kinds of strange. What I have to do is to make good use of all the available forces to pursue the goal step by step.
Highest.
Bidding farewell to the clerk, Du Kang continued to walk towards the west courtyard.
"Calling all the coaches together, it seems we have a big mission this time."
The last time the Blood Clothes made such a big move was three years ago. The demon-killing event directly consumed most of the swordsmen. The predecessor also joined the Blood Clothes Club with the blessing of replenishing the swordsmen at that time.
When I walked into Lao Ba's dark room, I saw several people already waiting here.
Du Kang hung out in the library and dining hall during this time, and became familiar with all these people. After nodding with a few of them, he found an empty chair and sat down.
At the head of the table, Lao Ba smoked his own brass cigarette rod, puffed out a smoke ring and said, "Everyone is here, let's get down to business."
The few people at the bottom immediately sat upright and acted like they were listening obediently. There was no way, this was a gang, and subordinates who did not listen carefully to what the boss said would not live long.
"There is a group of black bandits in Cangxiong Ridge, you all know about it, right?"