Leng Buyu left the shop. At this time, he was wearing new clothes. Except for the scars on his face, his hair was still a little messy. Compared with before, he looked much more comfortable.
Just after leaving the small shop, a skinny man wearing Lijingmen light armor spit out a bamboo stick in his mouth, patted the dust on his body, and walked over without saying a word.
When Leng Buyu saw the people from Lijingmen approaching him, he couldn't help but be curious.
When they got closer, the Lijingmen man stood silently, clasping his fists and saluting, and respectfully said: "If the city lord has something to say, please take me with you to the Sword Master."
Leng Buyu nodded, indicating to the skinny man that it didn't matter.
The skinny man hesitated for a few moments and then said: "The city chief has come to tell the Lord Sword Master that he is going north."
Leng Buyu couldn't help but be stunned after hearing this.
Going north? Of course he understood what this meant. But after all these days, he was asked to go north. He didn't know where Bai Ling got the news.
The thin man frowned at the coldness and showed a puzzled expression. The sadness on his face actually increased. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
Leng Buyu smiled, looked at the skinny man, and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
The thin man looked up, saw Leng Buyu smiling slightly, and fell silent again.
Seeing his repeated silence, Leng Buyu lost his patience and was ready to leave. The skinny man finally spoke and shouted to Leng Buyu to stop.
"Lord Sword Master, please stay."
Leng Buyu turned around and looked at the skinny man.
The skinny man opened his mouth again without making a sound. Then he bit his lip and clenched his fists, as if he had made a great determination before speaking completely.
"Sir Sword Master, it has been seven years since I came to Han City. But I was born and raised in Ziwei City."
Hearing what this skinny man said, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown, and became a little wary of this skinny man.
Seeing the change in Leng Buyu's expression, the skinny man also knew that the contemporary sword master had misunderstood him, so he quickly explained: "Little, small doesn't mean that. No matter how you say it, I am working under the city lord after all.
.Can……"
After another few sentences, he fell into silence again.
At this moment, Leng Buyu was really impatient and said: "If you have something to say, you can say it all at once. Who do you belong to, I don't care."
Hearing Leng Buyu's arrogant tone and looking into his eyes, they were cold. The skinny man could only sigh and stopped hesitating.
"The City Lord is an unparalleled talent. The City Lord will never betray Daye or do anything detrimental to Daye. But, General Han..."
Leng Buyu finally heard it, and he also knew what this man was going to say next. He raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need to say any more.
"Whether it's Bai Ling or Liang Boye, everyone knows what they look like on the outside, but I have no interest in what they are like on the inside."
After that, he ignored the skinny man and really left.
Looking at Leng Buyu's back as he walked away, the skinny man couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, after all, he is just a little person.
The thin man raised his head, looked at the sky, and couldn't help but let out a long breath. I wonder if all of Bai Ya's brothers are still alive at this moment?
If one day he figures it out, leaves Wanfeng City and goes back to Ziwei City, those brothers will be willing to accept him again.
But everything is just a matter of thinking about what is true. How can you know if you haven’t done it?
Leng Buyu didn't go looking for Yao Wang anymore. He planned to go back to Tianjifang first and let the old man help him take a good look at the six seven-star swords he had on him.
After all, he was going north this time, and what he wanted to find was the white jade mad dragon, Liang Boye.
Just how capable Liang Boye is, I can't tell you how much he can do.
But as I walked, I met an old acquaintance again.
He saw the official Jia, who was dressed in colorful clothes and had such fair skin that you wanted to kiss him right now, standing not far away, staring straight at him with spring eyes.
Leng Buyu saw that the person he came to was Dizhijiao, and he felt mixed emotions in his heart.
He went up to meet him and asked, "Master Jia, what happened this time?"
Di Zhijiao raised her chin with her hand, bit her thin lips, and said coquettishly: "If there is nothing wrong with the slave family, can't we come to see Master Sword Master?"
Facing this girl, Leng Buyu felt even more helpless. He swallowed, wanting to be as cold as before, but when the words came to his lips, he lost his voice.
Seeing Leng Buyu's appearance, Di Zhijiao found it even more interesting, and burst into laughter again, saying: "I didn't expect that Master Sword Master would be so uninterested in teasing. It's true that the slave family came to look for Master Sword Master. Something happened."
When there was something to talk about, Leng Buyu felt a little more comfortable. He nodded, intending to let Dizhi Jiao speak out.
Unexpectedly, Die Zhijiao lamented again, her voice still charming, and said: "If the slave family wants to tell Master Sword Master, it is..."
Halfway through the words, Die Zhijiao actually came over.
She stood on tiptoe slightly, put her mouth close to Leng Buyu's ear, breathed in the heat, and said intermittently: "If the slave family wants to talk to the Sword Master, the slave family wants to support the Sword Master, then the slave family, How much money should I pay?"
The speaker is calm and relaxed.
The listener blushed again.
Leng Buyu's breathing became slightly thicker, and his heartbeat did not accelerate.
Di Zhijiao left without saying a word, opened her embroidered fan, covered her mouth and laughed.
And Leng Buyu, although he forced his icy Qi to circulate throughout his body, he had no choice but to suppress the heat in an instant.
"Mr. Leng has something important to do, so he won't joke around with Mr. Jia."
After saying that, he was about to leave, but he was stopped by Die Zhijiao.
"You are such a boring person. Even though I am not a young lady, I am still a weak woman, yet you are as cold as wood."
Leng Buyu turned around, his face flushed, that look was interesting and cute to Die Zhijiao.
"Miss Jia, although Mr. Leng is a martial artist, he has also read several sage books when he was young. When a man gets married or a woman gets married, a matchmaker should talk about the etiquette and come to the door with a gift. If the deal is successful, eight sedans will be carried. Good times and auspicious days..."
As he spoke, Di Zhijiao quickly came over and pressed his fingers together on Leng Buyu's mouth.
Leng Buyu couldn't help but act smart. He looked at Di Zhijiao, those beautiful eyes were really alluring.
As for Die Zhijiao, he smiled and then said: "I'm afraid Master Sword Master may have misunderstood. I, Die Zhijiao, want a face, not a husband."
After hearing this, Leng Buyu slapped Di Zhijiao's hand away and said angrily: "That's ridiculous, Miss Jia, how can a young girl like you say such disgusting and filthy words?"
Even though Leng Buyu said this, Di Zhijiao still laughed. Leng Buyu didn't want to say more, turned around and prepared to leave.
Di Zhijiao called out to him twice, stopped coldly, but did not look back.
Leng Buyu didn't see it. After a while, Di Zhijiao's eyes were full of spring again, and her face was like a peach blossom. He could only hear that Di Zhijiao was no longer charming, but she said extremely gently: "Come back early, my family is in the cold."
Sucheng, wait for Mr. Leng and have a drink."
Hearing what she said, Leng Buyu froze. His face was no longer hot and red, and his heartbeat returned to a steady pace. But the sounds around him seemed to be stripped away in an instant.
The first sentence echoed in Leng Buyu's mind, come back early, the slave family is in Hansu City, waiting for Mr. Leng to have a drink.
The slave family, waiting for Mr. Leng, drinking...
After all, Leng Buyu never looked back or gave a reply.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent.
How many autumns will the flowers bloom, and will my beloved return?
Until Leng Buyu left, Di Zhijiao was still standing there, with the flowery smile on her face still intact.
But in her eyes, spring has gone and bleak autumn has come. What is missing is a girl's love for spring, and what is missing is resentment and sadness.
Die Zhijiao feels somewhat resentful. She hates that it was too late to meet you in this life, and she hates that the laws of heaven in this world are unfair.
She was originally thinking about the afterlife, thinking about the next life. But as she kept thinking about it, she became even more sad. If she drank that bowl of tasteless soup by the Santu River or Naihe Bridge, would she still remember all the things she had done in this life in the next life?
Leng Buyu returned to Shenji Workshop, or in other words, he just returned to the blacksmith shop.
The people guarding the shop were no longer the two strong men, but this time they were replaced by a strong old man with a majestic look on his face, as if he was as untouchable as a diamond.
The old man is the innermost member of the Shenji Workshop, so he has seen Leng Buyu before.
Seeing Leng Buyu, the old man came up to him and was about to speak, but was stopped by Leng Buyu's eyes.
"Find me the best whetstone, fine powder, and..."
Before he finished speaking, the strong old man nodded and said: "As soon as the utensils are used, I will prepare them. Sir, sir, just go inside and sit for a while."
Leng Buyu sat inside the room, and soon the strong old man brought up a set of sword sharpening tools. What's more, the strong old man closed the shop directly, moved a bench, and sat down directly in the cold room.
Be silent around me.
"Young Master, why don't you ask the old man to do these chores for you?"
Seeing the affectionate look on this strong old man's face, Leng Buyu smiled and refused.
He placed the six Seven-Star Swords on the table one by one, and also arranged the utensils one by one.
The strong old man looked at the Seven-Star Sword on the table and couldn't help but nod his head and said with emotion: "I remember back in the day, old man, I helped the master polish the Seven-Star Sword once."
There is one young master for each mouthful, and the master in everyone's mind is General Han, who was once famous all over the world.
If you say you don't like this title, it's definitely a lie. But Leng Biyu is still a little uncomfortable with it.
"Old senior, just call me silently. I am just a wild child in the mountains. My only connection with General Han is because I was lucky enough to get this set of swords. I really don't dare to be the young master."
When the strong old man heard Leng Buyu's humble words, he smiled even more joyfully and said hurriedly: "The sword has a spirit, so it will not recognize its master at will. What's more, the old guy Yu Jian has recognized you as the young master, so naturally, we
Several old guys have also determined that the young master is the young master."
Seeing how persistent the strong old man was, it was hard to say anything more in silence.
Leng Buyu smiled and began to sharpen his sword.
The strong old man was watching from the side, and nodded when he saw Leng Buyu's polishing technique. Come to think of it, Leng Buyu is not only good at swords, but he also knows how to sword.
"Hey, old man, it would be great if my grandson could be as capable as the young master."
Without saying anything, Leng Buyu also smiled slightly. But then, Leng Buyu suddenly asked: "How old is the grandson of the old man?"
Hearing Leng Buyu mention his grandson, the strong old man smiled and said: "My grandson is really not good at anything else. Fortunately, I found a matchmaker a few years ago.
Married a daughter-in-law. Now, the second one is coming out."
After hearing this, Leng Buyu also laughed with the old man and muttered: "Good thing, good thing."
"Young master is not young at all, but is there a girl you like?"
Speaking of this, Leng Buyu's expression suddenly changed. But after all, the strong old man was at that age, so he couldn't notice any problem at all.
The strong old man immediately grinned, thinking to himself, if his guess is correct, his young master will be pregnant.