The movement of comforting the dust was very fast, and all the weapons that Jiang Yu wanted had been made before the corpse faded, but the day Kitazawa came back with a bunch of weapons, his face was not excited, but crying and mourning. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing a bunch of things they had never seen before, the villagers naturally didn't want to let go, and rushed forward one by one, just to find one to take advantage of.

"Do you know how many peerless treasures have melted for this pile of things?"

Pointing to a group of villagers rushing up, Kitazawa made a desperate expression.

On the way back to the courtyard, he warned himself countless times not to run away with this pile of things, otherwise if he met ginger fish again in the future, there would be no good fruit to eat.

As expected, Jiang Yu didn't care what Weichen used, he just felt that Weichen was really a rare talent, without accurate data, just by relying on his own imagination, he could create a weapon that was no different from the drawings, or even better than the drawings, which was really amazing.

"Well, this is what Weichen wants me to hand over to you."

Seeing that Jiang Yu didn't answer, Bei Ze didn't say anything else, just like Wei Chen said, the pile of weapons was also placed in the warehouse, and after a hundred years, it would not become a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, so it was better to take it out for the benefit of the people.

said so, but Wei Chen changed his previous cold attitude, and when he thought of picking up this pile of things, Wei Chen didn't even look at himself, but stared at the drawings in his hand with relish.

Taking a deep breath, Kitazawa handed the crossbow he was holding in his hand to Jiang Yu.

Unlike the wooden bow and crossbow that Jiang Yu brought back a few days ago, the bow and crossbow in Bei Ze's hand was completely black, and Wei Chen was even more considerate to add something under the bow and crossbow, so that Jiang Yu could buckle it on his wrist in the future, and it was cold to start, but it was extremely light.

"Is this iron?"

Taking the bow and crossbow, Jiang Yu put it in his hand and checked it, and found that the weight of the bow and crossbow was much lighter than that of ordinary used iron.

Hearing Jiang Yu's question, Kitazawa resisted the urge to sarcastically mock Jiang Yu's lack of knowledge and replied.

"This is made of thousand-year-old Xuantie, and Weichen doesn't know what to think, he actually melted the Tongtian Sword for you, but fortunately, it didn't damage the essence of Xuantie."

Muttering something in a low voice, Kitazawa felt a little breathless in his heart, he and Weichen had known each other for many years, why didn't he bring him something good.

"Brother Xiaoyu, what is this?"

Finally squeezed out from the villagers, Ji Qiuyang was holding an iron rod in his hand, but the appearance of the iron rod was so strange, and Bei Ze, who was writing for Jiang Yu, was also itchy after seeing this iron rod.

I saw that the iron rod was round throughout, except for a smaller circle on the lower handle, and the top and bottom of the iron rod were 'long' with a circle of extremely sharp thorns.

Running to Jiang Yu's side, Ji Qiuyang carefully stretched out his fingers to test the sharpness of those thorns, so Bei Ze stopped the action.

"Suffocation, these thorns are too sharp, do you see? That's what I let them hang up in my clothes. ”

Showing the robe that had been torn in a few places, Kitazawa slapped Ji Qiuyang's hand away, and looked at the villagers not far away holding the weapons in their hands and were stunned, obviously they had never seen it before.

Leading Ji Qiuyang to the villagers together, seeing the things in the hands of the villagers, Jiang Yu nodded with satisfaction, thinking that he should be able to go to the capital after tomorrow.

"Boss Yu, look at my iron ball, even taking advantage of my hand."

Laughing out loud, He Jin slammed the barbed hammer in his hand to the ground, and saw a piece of dry grass pulled up from the soil, and then a large soil pit appeared in front of everyone.

Applauding, the villagers finally came to their senses and played with their weapons.

This time, in order to forge these things, he almost dug up the private treasury of the Yang Mansion, picked out some reluctant ones, and basically made weapons for Jiang Yu.

"By the way, this is given by Weichen, he said, I don't know how much these things you painted can be sold for, so you take the 50,000 taels of silver first, and if you have fate to see you again in the future, he will definitely settle the rest of the money for you."

Pulling Jiang Yu to the corner, Bei Ze took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms and stuffed them into Jiang Yu's arms, seeing that she stuffed the silver tickets into his arms, he walked away with peace of mind, these 50,000 taels to buy a few pictures are not a loss, 50,000 taels are enough for the entire Tibetan Sword Villa to eat for several years.

With his hands behind his back, Kitazawa looked at the villagers waving their new weapons in the courtyard, and sighed in his heart what would happen if there was no Jiang Yu, and walked towards the room again.

After staying in Zhuoshan City for too long, it was time for him to pack up and meet his old friends.

"Brother Xiaoyu, you haven't taught me how to use this thing!"

Ji Qiuyang raised the iron rod in his hand and ran towards Jiang Yu, so that Jiang Yu, who had been looking at the villagers, came back to his senses, and was about to laugh and let Ji Qiuyang run slowly, when he saw Ji Qiuyang stumble under his feet, and the whole person rushed towards him.

The barbed iron rod shone in the sun, and the ginger fish who watched narrowed his eyes, dodged to the side, and heard Ji Qiuyang's cry of pain in the courtyard.

Frowning and walking to Ji Qiuyang's side and bending down, Jiang Yu stretched out his hand to pull up Ji Qiuyang, who was on the ground, complaining that Ji Qiuyang was really careless.

"If everyone were like you, Brother Little Fish would die at your hands."

Carefully wiping away the nosebleed that was knocked out with his sleeve, Jiang Yu glanced at Ji Qiuyang, who was obviously not crying but was shedding tears, and saw that his face was mixed with bright red nosebleeds, and couldn't help but chuckle.

The villagers in the courtyard laughed out loud when they heard Jiang Yu's words, and Ji Qiuyang, who was laughing, lowered his head in embarrassment, and the tips of his ears became red.

"You can also see that this thing is really sharp, don't take it out and play with it when it's not necessary, if it hurts someone, it's not good."

Pointing to the holes that were pierced by those thorns, Jiang Yu whispered to Ji Qiuyang to explain the dangers of this iron rod, and when he finished explaining, he looked up and saw that the villagers were still standing in place, jumped up their faces, and shouted.

"Okay, don't be happy, hurry up and pack up, tomorrow we will go to the capital, these weapons should be all together, if there are corpses in the capital, don't say that I don't protect you at that time."

Laughing and pat the dust off Ji Qiuyang's body, Jiang Yu rubbed his head, and walked to his house.

Walking quickly back to the house, closing the door, Jiang Yu's little face leaning against the door turned white suddenly, recalling the scene that had just happened, Jiang Yu only felt that his heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

If she hadn't dodged in time, the barbed iron rod in Ji Qiuyang's hand would have stabbed directly into her head, thinking of that feeling, Jiang Yu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The still trembling hand was close to his heart, taking a deep breath, Jiang Yu took out his somewhat weak feet, walked to the edge of the bed step by step and sat down, closed his eyes for a while before opening them again, and then began to sort out the few clothes.