As soon as the proud and ambitious General Qingqi returned to his office in the Shanghai Dispatch Army Headquarters on North Sichuan Road, he was poured a basin of cold water on his head - on his desk was a top-secret report he had just received, saying that Fujita Higashiho, the Japanese No. 1 ninja he had sent to kill the No. 5 spy of the underground party, had also died at the hands of that terrible Shina killer!

Even a near-godlike figure like Fujita Higashi is no match for that Shina person!

The only consolation is that Fujita Donghu and Shi Xin fought and lost both, but in the end, it was still the killer Shi Xinqi's superior move. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Despite this, the terrible killer was finally injured, and not lightly.

The spy he sent out, codenamed "Little Bird", reported everything she knew.

After reading the report, Qingqi buried himself deep in the leather circle chair, and his eyes turned upwards like dead fish. After all, the psychological gap from great joy to great compassion is not something that ordinary people can bear. Even an old spy like Haruki needs time to heal his psychological fluctuations.

One of the green tendons on his temple burst out again, and he stretched out a finger to press his temple and turn it gently.

Now that She Manshi has agreed to cooperate with the Mei Agency, then, as the only person other than She Manshi who has seen the secret book of "Yi-1939-Nakata-7301" lost by Hidetoshi Nakata, Shi Xin, the No. 5 spy of the underground party, should be eliminated! In the Mei Office of the Shanghai Dispatch Army Headquarters on the North Sichuan Road in Hongkou, Shanghai, General Qingqi continued to think about how to get rid of Shi Xin: "Grandma is a bear, this person is so bad!" Every good card I played was resolved by the other party and became a dead move. But now is a good opportunity, this terrible Shina killer Shi Xin happened to be seriously injured. Don't miss the opportunity, the time will not come, you should take this opportunity to make him disappear from the face of the earth completely! ”

And today's meeting with She Manshi reminded him of another face - that face that was very similar to She Manshi, which inspired General Qingqi again.

“…… That's a brilliant idea! General Qingqi muttered to himself viciously, "If you really think that I only have these few cards in my hand, then you are underestimating me!" I've saved every card in my hand, and this one was no different! If you meet that woman in your current state, you can only wait for death! ”

Speaking of this, Qingqi became proud again, and couldn't help but look up and "Ha, ha, ha!" He laughed, as if the terrible killer was about to disappear in his laughter.

In February, Shanghai is immersed in snow, but the eastern part of the Qinling Mountains and the Huashan area in Huayin County in southern Shaanxi Province are full of spring weather. Shi Xin's carriage and the six of them were slowly moving along a mountain road - it was Mr. Wang who was driving the car, and he didn't dare to drive the car too fast for fear of Shi Xin's injury.

Shi Xin, whose face was wrapped in gauze in the shape of a zongzi and only showed one right eye, was lying in the middle of the cart, Jiang Lanping, Qi Bing, Zhong Xintong and Mu Yulu surrounded him and took care of him like stars holding the moon.

Last night's rest and the medicinal power of "Xiao Huandan" made Shi Xin recover a lot. When he got up early this morning, Shi Xin used his skills to heal his wounds, and he unexpectedly found that the true qi in the dantian had gathered a lot, and the handling of Zhou Tian was not as sluggish as last night. As the true qi dispersed in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra was constantly gathered in the dantian by Shi Xin, his skill was gradually increasing, and the increasing power gave him greater strength to gather true qi - this is the super self-healing ability that only a supreme master like Shi Xin has!

"Xiao Huan Dan is really a magical healing elixir! I suffered such a severe internal injury, and it only took me one night to recover to my original strength! From this point of view, it will take another seven or eight days to fully recover my skills! Shi Xin thought happily, of course, he also understood that only when his internal strength reached the realm of his peak could he recover so quickly, and he couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

And the wound on the left side of his face has also scabbed, and it is no longer as hot and painful as when he was first injured. After all, when he was carrying Zhou Tian, he had concentrated his true qi around the wound (called "lesion" in qigong terminology) to promote faster healing of the wound. So he estimated that the stitches on his face would be removed in three or four days—twice as fast as the average person.

As for whether it would leave a scar on his handsome face, he didn't think about it. He didn't care as much about his appearance as Qi Bing and the others - and Qi Bing and the others cared more about his appearance than their own - Shi Xin thought that men, it didn't matter what they looked like - soldiers, it was normal to have scars on their bodies. Flesh wounds like this are very common things in Shi Xin's mind, and there are many things on the battlefield that lack arms, legs, ears, and eyes!

The warm sunlight shone through the gaps in the cloth and shone on the cart, which was a bit dazzling. Shi Xin felt like a silkworm baby wrapped in fireflies, lazy.

Far away, Mount Hua, which is 2,160 meters above sea level, is already behind him. Among the five mountains, Huashan is known for its dangers, and the mountaineering road is winding and full of cliffs. The snow on the summits of the eastern peaks of Huadong (Chaoyang Peak), West Peak (Lotus Peak) and South Peak (Luoyan Peak) is particularly majestic and magnificent against the blue sky under the illumination of the sun.

However, everyone in the car, except for Shi Xin, was indifferent to the beauty of this northern country. Only Shi Xin admired the precipitousness of Xiyue with his only right eye, which was exposed outside the gauze.

After looking at the scenery for a while, Shi Xin's eyes were sour, after all, he was usually used to seeing things with two eyes. So he retracted his gaze and played with the pair of "Stasis" knives he had captured from Fujita Higashiho - whether they were long "swords" or short "wakisha", the blades of this pair of knives had a ice flake-like pattern that was said to have been formed by quenching with thousands of years of ice, and the well-proportioned blades were a faint translucent blue, even though they still exuded a chill in the bright sunlight.

Shi Xin held the back of the knife in both hands, turned the blade upwards, and carefully admired the delicate patterns on the blade, which were all produced by high-temperature forging and quenching during knife making.

When making knives, the knife worker will hammer and forge the red-hot steel block, and then fold it up and beat it after the steel block is opened, and so on and so forth, and when it is hammered to the tenth time, there will be 2 to the 10th power, that is, 1,000 and 24 layers of steel superimposed together. Through this step, impurities such as sulfur and excess carbon can be removed from the steel to increase the elasticity and toughness of the steel. This is like kneading dough, the more layers are beaten, the carbon and various components in the steel will be more uniform, the grain of the steel will be more fine, and the final forged steel quality will be uniform, reaching thousands of layers, which is very strong.

When quenched, a very strong layer of "Maddens crystal" is generated on the surface of the knife, and the boundary between the blade and the blade surface produces a granular pattern like sprinkling silver sand, and these small white dots form a white mist-like pattern, which is called "squeeze".

The "squeeze" on the "Stasis" sword is particularly beautiful, and the light blue color of the blade is like a real piece of ice, changing with an unpredictable brilliance.

Shi Xin casually plucked one of Mu Yulu's hair and put it on the blade, and that hair was immediately cut in two!

"What a razor-sharp sword!" Shi Xin admired sincerely, and Mu Yulu on the side was also complacent because Shi Xin pulled her hair to test the knife. (To be continued.) )