Du Kang looked left and right, and found that this is the façade made after the opening of the two main houses, a passage is vacant in the middle of the door, there is a coffin on the left and right, and there are paper people, paper horses, and paper cows tied against the wall.

"My goodness, this paper is too avant-garde. Du Kang touched the tip of his nose and was about to reach out to touch the Maserati, when suddenly a loud and energetic male voice came from the next room, and the voice had already come out before the person arrived.

"Haha, Weiwei, isn't this little girl of yours coming here to mistreat me again? What about that dead ghost of Lao Wang? Tell me last time..."The door curtain was lifted, and a handsome middle-aged uncle with an apron tied around his waist and a paper LCD TV in his arms walked out.

"Who are you?" The handsome uncle happened to collide with Du Kang, both of them were stunned, the handsome uncle put the TV in his arms aside, crossed Du Kang, and saw Weiwei who was sitting on the coffin dangling a pair of calves, "Hey, Weiwei, who is he?"

"Ah, he's Du Kang, my deed, you can just call him Xiaopang," jumped down from the coffin with a slight support of both hands, walked to Du Kang's side, and patted Du Kang on the shoulder, "Lao Xia, I'm here this time to ask you to help him build a magic weapon that can be used, a peach wood sword is fine, and a gossip mirror is also fine." ”

"Oh, it's easy to say, you come in with me, this is not the place to talk. Lao Xia said and took Weiwei and Du Kang into the backyard and pushed open the door of the east wing.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of engine oil mixed with a pungent smell came to his face, Lao Xia was used to it, and walked straight in, and Weiwei and Du Kang couldn't help but cover their noses.

"I said Lao Xia, didn't I tell you a long time ago to let you put some sandalwood to smoke?" slightly covered his mouth and nose with one hand and fanned lightly with the other.

"It's too troublesome, you also know that I'm the most afraid of trouble, and sandalwood, it's good to order a plate of mosquito incense, you two don't ask so much, just take it." Lao Xia said and turned on the lights in the house.

"Damn, I can't see it!" Du Kang was stunned by what he saw.

From the outside, I looked at the area of an east wing, but I really went inside to know how big it was, and it was more than 200 square meters, Du Kang looked around, and then he understood what was going on.

It turned out that Lao Xia bought the yard next door, and the whole yard was closed, all opened, and it became a large operation room, there is a more than ten square glass fiber reinforced plastic partition at the most corner on the left, but unfortunately there are curtains inside, and I can't see what is hidden.

The rest of the operation room is placed large and small machine tools, there are fully automatic, as well as pure handmade, the whole standardized production workshop, on the wall Du Kang also saw a lot of semi-finished blades, which are mainly peach wood swords, and some rosaries, staffs and the like.

"Give you a custom weapon, right, what are you used to, peach wood sword, jujube wood sword, Zen staff or magic knife? I have a lot of samples here, you can try it." Lao Xia took Du Kang and Wei Wei to the innermost part of the workshop, in a space of nearly twenty square meters alone, there were a lot of finished weapons hanging on the wall, and there were some strange clothes around, some of which resembled body armor, and some were the armor of ancient generals.

Lao Xia asked Du Kang to try it casually, and he was relieved that Weiwei was there, and then he took Weiwei to get the things she customized last time.

Du Kang has loved cold weapons such as knives, guns, swords and halberds since he was a child, and of course he also likes hot weapons such as AK and Thomson, but because of national restrictions, hot weapons cannot be bought, so he can only enjoy cold weapons, plus Du Kang has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is no stranger to these weapons.

Holding his chin and looking at it for a long time, he took off a magic knife from the wall, the shape of this magic knife resembles a large piece of knife in the anti-Japanese period, the knife is wide and thick, the blade is thin, and there is no blood in the killing, and the two sides of the knife body are also engraved with a lot of words that Du Kang does not understand, densely packed, forming two flying dragon shapes, which are wiped by a red pigment, and sniffed under the nose, it is cinnabar.

Staying with Weiwei, Du Kang can still recognize such a basic magic medicine as cinnabar.

Put the magic knife on the left arm, touch the thumb on the blade, soon, the blade has been opened, looking up and down at this knife, the shape is simple and luxurious, the typical low-key luxury has connotation, it is not too cool.

With two waves of his hand, a "Night Battle Bafang Hidden Knife Style" withdrew, put the magic knife in his hand twice, frowned and hung the magic knife back to its original position.

"Hey, this is good!" Du Kang looked at a Zen stick that looked like a burning stick poked in the corner of the wall, held it in his hand, and groped for the smooth wooden surface, the texture was fine and compact, it was a good piece of wood, and the two ends of the Zen staff were covered with red copper seals, and there were a full one hundred and eight lotus nails nailed on it.

"Isn't this the right weight?" Du Kang felt that the weight of the Zen stick was a little heavier, far exceeding the weight of the wood itself, and with one hand, he pinned the Zen staff with one hand, and slapped it in the middle of the Zen stick with a strong palm, with a muffled sound, the two ends of the Zen staff kept shaking, and there was a slight gurgling sound from the Zen staff, "Ah, I said, it turned out to be filled with mercury, and thanks to being able to think of it." ”

The practice of pouring heavy metals such as mercury into the hollow blade to increase the weight of the blade has been a lot from the ancient blades, the most typical of which is Huang Zhong Huang Hansheng, one of the veteran generals of the Five Tigers of Shu Han during the Three Kingdoms period, with a "Silver Dragon Lock Sun and Moon Three Hall Chopping Knife" in his palm, and the "Green Dragon Glaive Knife" of the second master of Wusheng Guan is called "Double Dragon".

"The amount is okay, it can be improvised, that's the shape..."Du Kang rolled his eyes and made up his head, if he saw someone in the future and carried such a guy up, it is estimated that he would be able to laugh the other party to death before he hit, and it was very likely that he would be sent to a psychiatric hospital by the police uncle, shook his head vigorously, cleared up such a terrible picture, and put the Zen staff back in a stupid manner.

"How is it, have you picked it out?" Just when Du Kang was trying the blade, Lao Xia and Weiwei had already returned, Lao Xia looked at Du Kang with his shoulders and comforted, "It's okay, young man, that guy is too heavy, you can't use it normally, you can try others, the peach wood sword is very good." As he spoke, he was about to reach out and pick up a peachwood sword for Du Kang to try.

Du Kang turned his head to look at Wei Wei with a bitter face, "Sister Chu, the blades here are too light, and if you don't use them, the weight of this Zen staff is okay, but this shape... It's too low. Saying that, Du Kang remembered the picture of his brain just now, and couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Boy, you say it again! The blades here are too light, and they are still Low!?" Lao Xia couldn't hang up a little now, and angrily slapped the peachwood sword that had been taken off on the blade frame on the side, turned his head to look at Weiwei, and shrugged his shoulders slightly innocently, so Lao Xia looked at Du Kang again, "Okay, boy, with yours, you come here." ”