MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price-Chapter 23 The person who was wiped out of thin air

   Chapter 23 The one who was erased out of thin air

   When Ren Qing arrived at the blacksmith shop, the door was closed, and Liu Hu's deafening snoring came from inside.

   He had to find a restaurant nearby to kill time.

   In the end, Ren Qing didn't wait for Liu Hu to wake up, but he heard a commotion outside the teahouse, and the bustling crowd seemed to be discussing something.

  Ren Qing walked to the window and looked at the end of the street.

   He found that there were quite a few arresters escorting the five firemen to the yamen, and it seemed that they should have come from outside the city.

   Could it be the fire engineer of Hexing Street?

   remember that a total of nine people were dispatched to deal with the plague, and five people survived.

  Ren Qing listened to the reaction of the people, all worried that the plague would spread to Sanxiang City, so he was afraid to avoid those fire workers.

   He felt that it was not so simple. Eighty percent of the plague outside the city involved the restricted area. Fortunately, the jailer took the risk.

   On the surface, Sanxiang City is still very prosperous, even if people disappear and die every day.

   After all, there are hundreds of thousands of people here, and most of the people’s lives are relatively dull.

   As evening approached, Ren Qing finally walked into the blacksmith shop, but fortunately, he didn't run in vain.

  I haven't seen him for a few days. The skin exposed on Liu Hu's chest and abdomen is full of burn marks, and his eyes are red and swollen due to staying up late.

  Liu Hu yawned: "It's okay, once you get busy, the day and night will turn upside down."

   "You're working too hard."

   "The process of forging cannot be stopped, otherwise it may affect the quality of the sword, so it is not allowed to be careless."

  Ren Qing noticed the big seedling knife hanging on the wall.

   "Wait."

  Liu Hu took off the Damiao knife and handed it to Ren Qing with both hands: "The Damiao knife has been forged, but after all, it is a strange knife and it is not easy to use."

  Ren Qing felt his arm sink after taking it, and couldn't help but look at the Damiao knife.

  The blade is nearly four feet long, and the scabbard is made of wood and wrapped with brass as embellishments, giving it a rough aesthetic.

   "It's okay, it took a lot of hard work to forge it."

  Ren Qing praised with joy on his face: "As expected of a famous blacksmith in Sanxiang City, he is a master at forging swords."

  Liu Hu said proudly: "To forge such a long and narrow blade in one piece, you need to beat it patiently to form it, otherwise the nearly four-foot cutting edge is likely to have cracks, causing hidden dangers."

  Ren Qing said sincerely: "Thank you."

   Even if it has not been unsheathed, the weight of the starting material shows that it is absolutely genuine.

  Liu Hu watched Ren Qing fondly caressing the scabbard, and couldn't help but say, "I was afraid that the Damiao knife would be too heavy, but I didn't expect you to be really strong."

"almost."

   For Ren Qing, slashing with one hand may have some impact, but Damiao can be used with both hands.

   In this way, the weight of the big seedling knife has become a help.

  Ren Qing couldn't wait to pull out the big Miao knife, and a dazzling cold light flashed across the blacksmith shop.

  The blade is like a mirror, which can clearly illuminate the silhouette, and the position of the blade has a wave-like quenching pattern.

   "Why didn't you cut the blade?"

  Liu Hu said with a smile, "Since it's your knife, let's cut it yourself, so that you can learn more about the Damiao knife."

"All right."

  Liu Hu simply taught the skills of lowering the edge, and then gave Ren Qing a whetstone the size of a palm.

   With Ren Qing's eyesight, cutting edge is not a problem, and can even be far more precise than Liu Hu, after all, he can be meticulous.

   "No matter what kind of sword it is, seven points are forged, and the remaining three points need to be maintained."

  Liu Hu took out the porcelain bottle full of knife oil and applied it daily to prevent the knife from rusting and prolong its life.

   He began to tell the gist of it.

  Ren Qing sat cross-legged on the ground and listened patiently, then picked up the Damiao knife.

   He dipped a bit of water on the whetstone, and then swiped it with the blade, the metal friction brought a harsh sound.

"you……"

  Liu Hu was furious when he saw this. He just finished talking about how to treat knives carelessly.

and many more! !

   Liu Hu's expression became strange, and he noticed that Ren Qing's sharpening of the knife was extremely smooth, not even at all.

   And the four-foot blade of the big seedling knife, the sharpening sound from the beginning to the end is the same, it is incredible.

   Liu Hu didn't even dare to disturb, and quietly waited for Ren Qing to completely cut the Damiao knife, and his face could not help but express admiration.

   He said with relief: "Ren Qing, just use your talent to..."

   "Let me try the Damiao knife first."

  Ren Qing waved the knife in both hands for a while, and the movements were rusty at first, but became more and more proficient with the use of heavy pupils.

  It was obviously a four-footed Dazhao knife, and he was in a blacksmith shop with a narrow space, with all kinds of furniture and debris piled up beside him.

  Ren Qing stubbornly displayed the fierce and incomparable offensive of Da Miao Dao to the fullest.

  锵! !

   Retract the sheath.

   He looked at Liu Hu and asked, "Brother Liu, what did you just want to say?"

"Uh."

   Liu Hu's mouth twitched, and a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.

   He smirked and said, "It's okay, the Damiao knife is not buried in your hands. I hope it will still be intact after a few years."

   "It's getting late, I plan to return to the yamen, if Brother Liu has something to do, he can pass the information to the fire hall in Tanjie."

   "Then I will continue to make up my sleep. This business is really a loss-making business."

   In fact, the Damiao knife is more suitable for horse fighting, and it can be tied to the horse's back to draw the knife at any time.

   And Ren Qingpin was easy to mop the floor at the waist, and it was difficult to unsheath on the back, so he simply tied a slipknot to the back, and released the whole knife at any time.

   He walked straight to the yamen, and passersby looked sideways because of the style of the Damiao knife, and even attracted exclamations from children.

   The expressions of some of the Jianghu people were slightly disdainful.

   With such a long blade, you will definitely hurt yourself when you play it.

  Ren Qing wrapped the Damiao knife with a strip of cloth after returning to the fire hall, so that even if he carried it with him, others would only think it was a thin stick.

  Xiaowu touched the Damiao knife enviously. He could barely swing it, but soon his arm would be sore and weak.

   "Brother Qing, did you know that those firemen on Hexing Street are back today?"

   "I saw it with my own eyes."

   They talked about the fire workers from Tan Street and the fire workers from Hexing Street living in the same fire hall, so it was inevitable that Xiao Wu would be a little worried.

   "By the way, what about the five of them?"

   "It is said that the plague outside the city is very serious. After they came back, they were locked in Sibuzhai, and they should be released after a while."

  Li Mian passed by and added: "It's clearly the four talents."

  Ren Qing frowned and was about to refute, when he suddenly noticed that the fire worker in his memory became blurred, and the figure gradually changed from five to four.

   One of them seemed to be erased out of thin air.

   Li Mian added: "You ask Li Heng, when the four firemen entered the yamen, he also saw it."

  Li Heng was cleaning the dust on the steps, and nodded after hearing it: "It's right four people."

  Ren Qing loosened his frowning brows and carefully recalled the memories in his mind several times. There were indeed only four firemen.

   I must have just misremembered...

   (end of this chapter)