Lincheng Huamo Chapter 8: Famous Sword Crying at Night
Mo Ming and Zhu Yinuo moved the inn to the south of the city. Regarding these explosions, the city lord's mansion gave an explanation.
A caravan was intercepted and illegally transporting gunpowder. It was not the Spring Festival, and so much gunpowder could not be used. Keeping it might be a hidden danger, so it was destroyed at once.
This statement really has nothing to do with cleverness. Hey, gunpowder will not explode casually. Since the city lord has said so, there will be no further discussion.
Zhu Yinuo searched all over the streets and alleys, but couldn't find anyone selling whetstones. When he was frowning and depressed, he saw the woman he saw in the Xianju small building that day, the woman in silver armor and red scarf carrying a tiger-headed sword.
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The silver-armored woman is here, but Du Tong from Muhan Tower is nowhere to be seen. Could it be that she has become a soul killed by the sword?
Zhu Yinuo put down the big tea bowl, picked up the double dragon sword, and followed.
Since Bai Lu, who wears silver armor and red scarf, can make Du Tong as miserable as a zombie, how can she not feel that Zhu Yinuo, who is not even a third-rate swordsman? Bai Lu is still minding her own business, Zhu Yinuo is unhurried,
Zhu Yinuo followed Bai Lu to a remote alley. Zhu Yinuo only followed Bai Lu all the way and did not pay attention to the changes in the surrounding buildings. In this place near Fanbang in the West City, there are such Jiangnan-style buildings, small courtyards, rockeries and flowing water gardens.
, Zhu Yinuo thought he was back in Lincheng.
When he came back to his senses, he saw Bai Lu's big and bright eyes staring directly at him. The sun was shining brightly in broad daylight, but Zhu Yinuo felt the cool breeze whistling.
"This, this, have you seen me earlier?"
"If you want to learn how to follow someone, you should first hear your footsteps and then hide your shadow."
"Hide your shadow?"
Zhu Yinuo was a little confused. The sound of footsteps could be eliminated and the light and shadow could change instantaneously. How could he hide this? Without thinking too much, he took it as a joke and asked: "I think the girl's silver knife is extremely sharp. Do you know where to buy it nearby?"
Whetstone?"
"Oh, isn't this a blacksmith shop? It seems that not only are you poor at martial arts, but you also have bad eyesight."
Zhu Yinuo looked inside the alley and saw that the banner did indeed say "Lincheng Golden Scissors". Zhu Yinuo stroked his chin and thought, haha, Golden Scissors branches have opened in the city that never sleeps. This business is going well.
"If you're just here to buy a whetstone, that's okay. If you're here to buy a whetstone as a gift for Marquis Zhong Xi, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it."
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he frowned, good guy, are you looking down on yourself?
"If you don't believe it, ask yourself."
Zhu Yinuo followed Bai Lu into the blacksmith shop of Golden Scissors. In the small shop, except for a casually dressed and even slovenly young man drinking tea and playing with a sheep-butchering knife, there were several blacksmiths. One young man had a strong and smooth figure.
His arms were bare and his body was covered with spark spots, but his face was fair and handsome.
When he saw Zhu Yinuo and Bai Lu entering the store, he put down the hammer and greeted them with a smile. Unexpectedly, he was not prepared to pay attention to Zhu Yinuo at all, and laughed at Bai Lu, wiping his hands with his apron and saying: "Bai Lu"
My sister is here. Is there a chip in the knife that needs to be repaired or should it be sharpened?"
Zhu Yinuo felt unhappy because he was ignored even though he was the sponsor. He coughed lightly.
When the young blacksmith heard this, he also looked at Zhu Yinuo. He took one look at Zhu Yinuo, and the rest of his eyes were on the double dragon sword.
I heard him snort coldly and say: "It's flashy, the hand is short, the blade is long, the many gems add weight, and I can't hold it in my hand."
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he was angry. This was the first time someone had belittled his Double Dragon Sword. Seeing Zhu Yinuo's change of face, the young man did not change his words and continued: "I know you are just trying to be a fool."
The gold and precious stones are also of the highest quality, and they are not used to make scabbards. There is no benefit in using these things on swords."
"You rough guy from the mountains, how can you judge Xiao Wang's sword? You still have Lincheng Golden Scissors, but you can't tell that this is a sword made by Mr. Feng Yezi, a first-class craftsman in Jinling. It's really a blind man using pearls as projectiles.
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The young man was not angry, but laughed. He laughed a few times and saw Bai Lu frowning and glaring, then he restrained himself and said: "Is it possible to guess while eating eggs?"
Which old hen laid this one? Okay, okay, you are young and ignorant, so do you want to make up for the gap, or sharpen the edge?"
"He bought a whetstone." Bai Lu paused and then added, "It's for the city lord."
When the young man heard this, he understood and entered the back room. The blacksmiths also stopped what they were doing and looked at Zhu Yinuo one by one, as if they were aliens. Not long after, the young man came out, holding a piece of broken wood.
When the box is opened, it is a square stone that is the same as a brick. The only difference is that the brick is divided into two halves, the left half is green and the right half is yellow.
"Don't make fun of me."
"How dare you, how dare you, if you make Xiao Wang angry, how dare I continue to open this little shop?"
Zhu Yinuo was too lazy to talk to the waiter and asked directly: "How much does it cost?"
Zhu Yinuo was about to pay, when the young man stretched out a finger and said a few words: "One thousand taels!"
Zhu Yinuo was dumbfounded and asked angrily: "One thousand taels, what are you trying to steal? A thousand taels for a broken stone!"
"Then young prince, how much does the sword in your hand cost?" Seeing Zhu Yinuo not answering, the young blacksmith took the silver sword from Bai Lu's back and put it on the table, and took out a small silver hammer from his apron.
, tapped the blade a few times, listened with his ear close, and frowned, "Sister Bai, it seems your knife is no longer usable. How about you change it?"
Zhu Yinuo sneered: "Sure enough, profiteers can just look at someone else's sword and say there is something wrong with it, or the sword may be useless, and then trick others into buying a new sword."
Bai Lu said coldly: "Xiao Feng never asks me for money."
Zhu Yinuo was stunned for a moment and had nothing to say.
Xiaofeng asked Zhu Yinuo again: "Xiao Wang, do you want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, leave quickly and don't miss my work."
A little king at a time, Zhu Yinuo didn't want to be angry about this now. He murmured in his heart, he could buy ten adult war horses and ten cubs in Jinling with one thousand taels, and a broken stone would cost...
One thousand taels. He snorted a few times and walked out the door.
He was angry all the way, just like a swinger who lost his monthly money in gambling. When he returned to the Inn, Mo Ming didn't ask anything, but he already understood everything.
"How much will the stone cost? Are you so unhappy?"
"The same price as Xiao Feichen!"
Mo Ming almost choked on the pastry, so she quickly drank two mouthfuls of water to calm down. She looked at Zhu Yinuo and was relieved to see that he had indeed not bought the stone back.
If you really buy a horse, even if it costs two hundred taels of silver, it won't be a problem.
Speaking of this little flying dust, it was Mo Ming who gave Zhu Yinuo a thousand taels of silver as a gift when he was ten years old.
When a good horse has just grown up, it is no better than a horse with blood of only a hundred horses in Daye.
It is true that the best things in the world are expensive, but a whetstone is worth as much as a BMW, and it is indeed heartbreaking to part with it.
"Mo Ming, should we go find Zhong Xihou?"
Mo Ming shook his head, took another sip of warm water, and said: "That's all, it's not etiquette to be empty-handed, and it's not worth spending the money. Yinuo, not long after you left, Lord Gu came to see me, and they were planning to leave tomorrow.
Let’s go back to Jinling, how about we go back together?”
Lord Gu? Zhu Yinuo thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered who Lord Gu was. It was the stuttering diplomat under Zhu Jiannan. He was probably not as tall as a daughter-in-law with small feet, and he looked like a clown in the play, quite...
interesting.
"Oh, that's strange. Why did my second brother ask them to come to the Nightless City? But I didn't even know if that thing was in Zhongxihou..."
"Why don't you go back first? You can explain to me what the pills are on the way, and I'll send people back to the Evernight City to check around." Mo Ming paused and added, "Before I left home, except for your aunt,
Your sister-in-law also kept talking to me about this city that never sleeps, so I can come back again in the future."
Zhu Yinuo rolled his eyes. It had indeed been a long time since he saw his aunt and the little kitten from the Mo family. Can he go back to Mo County first?
Zhu Yinuo had no choice but to pray that his uncle, the current swordsman of Mo Yu, would
By the time he returned to Mo County, he had just left the world. Otherwise, he would not have known how he would be punished. Whether it was to stand for three hours or to lift the sword for three hours, but never to recite the sword formula silently for three hours.
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After thinking about it, Zhu Yinuo laughed, nodded and said: "It seems that the chance to meditate has not yet arrived, so let's go back to Lincheng first."
Seeing Zhu Yinuo's stupidity, Mo Ming couldn't help but laugh out loud.
In the blacksmith shop, Xiaofeng didn't make any move on the tiger-head knife. He cooked two bowls of thin noodles and heated a pot of rice wine and sat with Bai Lu in the back room. Obviously, this kind of simple thin noodle soup,
For Bai Lu, it is more appetizing than the beef buns in the city.
Xiaofeng poured two bowls of wine, took one bowl himself, took a sip, and asked: "Sister Bai, I heard the sound of the knife, I'm afraid it's time..."
Bai Lu nodded. She didn't touch the rice wine Xiaofeng poured for her, she just looked at it. It's interesting to say that in the Central Plains, drinking hot rice wine is a great enjoyment in winter, but here in the West, it's the same at night.
You can drink hot rice wine to warm your stomach and drive away the cold. "I still need a little time."
"Sister Bai, it's been almost seven years, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Bai Lu still nodded. She understood what Xiao Feng was going to say and how she was going to persuade her, so she used this method to stop Xiao Feng from talking any more. Bai Lu put down her chopsticks and stared at Xiao Feng with her eyes.
The hot-blooded Xidi man turned red all of a sudden and looked so shy that it was really interesting.
"I have found him, I still need some time."
"Sister Bai, don't, don't look at me like this, so, so, so, so embarrassed, so embarrassed, so weird..."
"Give me half a year."
Xiaofeng calmed down, put down his chopsticks, raised his tiger-headed silver knife, put his ear to the blade and closed his eyes to listen carefully to the sound of the knife. The sound of this knife is really wonderful, and the one used outside it is better than
It is made of hard silver made of copper and iron, but the soft silver used inside is like silk. It is said that this knife took seven years to make. Seven years is really a coincidence.
Xiaofeng frowned and thought, and drank the bowl of rice wine he poured for Bai Lu in one gulp. He sighed and said with a Western accent: "If the fire is tempered, it can last for a year..."
"The edge of the sword cannot be blunted."
Xiaofeng was a little embarrassed, frowned and continued: "Okay, but you can draw this sword up to four times. If you don't temper it, and meet a real master, you can draw this sword up to four times, and I'm afraid it won't happen again."
No more use."
Bai Lu's slender fingers gently pressed on the blade of the silver knife four times. Although this sword was not worn by her all year round, it was indeed a good knife that was good to others. It was really sinful to use such a knife to kill. Those four times
Just four times.
Bai Lu nodded, without hesitation, and said in a calm voice: "Help me sharpen the blade of the knife. Maybe I will use it once in a few days."
Xiaofeng did as he was told. Although he was a knife maker and a knife sharpener, he was different from other knife makers or swordsmen. He regarded the knife as his life and loved the knife to the point of being crazy.
A good knife should have its purpose, a kitchen knife should be used to cut vegetables and meat, a razor should be used to shave hair, and a butcher's knife should be used to kill cattle and sheep.
A killing knife like Yecry should be used to protect dignity.
The most regrettable thing is not the broken knife, but the knife hidden in the box as a treasure and enshrined in the ancestral hall. It has an extremely sharp blade, but it does nothing. Xiaofeng has been curious a few times.
What is Lu going to do with Night Cry? Is there anything that a swordsman can accomplish even if he breaks his beloved sword?
"I'll come back in a month."
Xiaofeng nodded and watched Bai Lu leave. As soon as Bai Lu left the house, he chased her out, holding a broken wooden box.
"Sister Bai, this is for you."
Open it, and inside is a Tang sword that looks like a Tang sword but not a Tang sword. Compared with the horizontal sword, it is a little more curved. If you think of it as a Yanling sword, it is a bit narrower. Xiao Feng also noticed Bai Lu's doubts.
, said softly: "It is for self-defense. If you are not in danger, it is best not to use it."
Bai Lu didn't ask any more questions, put away the knife, and left on her own.