"Which hill are you from?" The other party asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I'm not from any mountain," Yang Shuoming said calmly, "I was passing by, I met bandits, and I finally escaped, all of which were snatched from bandits." ”

The thin black man on the horse stared at Yang Shuoming tightly, as if he wanted to see through him, Yang Shuoming tried his best to maintain a harmless smile on his face, but he was ready for battle.

He had already decided that if the opponent made a move towards him, he would fight back as quickly as possible.

In the moments just now, his "computer eye" had already given the best course of action to kill everyone on the other side according to the thoughts that flashed through his mind.

The other party stared at Yang Shuoming tightly for a while, probably thinking that the contrast between the handsome and weak young man in front of him was too great and the bandits he had seen before, and his face gradually softened.

"Are you a student of Liuyang?"

"Yes, just graduated last year." Yang Shuoming replied vaguely.

"Come with me, go to the security team and make a note, and you can go." The other party pulled the reins, "However, for the sake of maintaining law and order, these guns and knives cannot be returned to you." ”

Yang Shuoming nodded and did not speak.

By the time I got out of the security team, it was completely dark.

Yang Shuoming stood on the street, looking at the dim lights in the surrounding houses, and felt a little dazed for a while.

At this time, he can be said to be penniless, his pocket is cleaner than his face, except for the remaining few pieces of grilled fish, there is nothing.

"It's not been peaceful on the ground lately, so be careful in everything." The security captain, whose name Yang Shuoming already knew, was Xu Yuanjin, said to him after he had finished taking notes, "Try not to cause trouble." ”

Yang Shuoming still didn't understand why he was talking to himself about this, and he didn't think about it.

What he was thinking about now was how to survive on this plane.

Just as Yang Shuoming was standing there a little hesitantly, he suddenly saw a middle-aged woman walking briskly towards him.

This woman's dress is very simple, and her face is also very kind, she came to Yang Shuoming's side, as if she had something to say to him, but she didn't know how to speak, her face was full of embarrassment, Yang Shuoming looked at her strangely, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

"This little brother...... Just from the mountains? She hesitated for a moment and asked in a whisper.

Yang Shuoming hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

"This is what Mademoiselle wants me to give you." The middle-aged woman said, took out a small red cloth bag, and stuffed it into Yang Shuoming's hand.

Yang Shuoming was stunned for a moment, and the middle-aged woman had already turned around and ran away quickly, and soon disappeared into the street.

"What the hell?" Yang Shuoming curiously opened the small red cloth bag, which contained ten silver dollars neatly stacked.

Yang Shuoming picked up a piece of silver dollar and looked at it carefully, and after identifying that it was a very open Mexican eagle, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He had already understood that the "young lady" that the middle-aged woman had just said should be the girl he had saved from the bandits.

Thinking that she had returned home safely now, Yang Shuoming still felt very relieved.

Having money in his hand (although not a lot) made Yang Shuoming's heart feel a little steady. He knew he wouldn't starve for at least a while.

After eating the last few pieces of fish, Yang Shuoming began to think about his next move.

Since he came to this world, he has experienced two vicious battles in succession, although there are no dangers in the end, but it has given him a deep understanding of this treacherous living environment.

The girl surnamed Huang who was rescued by him was obviously the daughter of a big family, and she was robbed by bandits to the mountain, so you can imagine how bad the security here is.

Thinking of this, Yang Shuoming greatly despised the security captain who had confiscated his gun, and at the same time, he also made plans for the next step.

In such a world, without weapons, you cannot protect yourself.

Yang Shuoming knew that it was impossible for him to get a gun now, so he decided to get himself a good knife.

As a senior knife friend, Yang Shuoming at this time remembered the knives he treasured in the original world.

Thinking that he ordered the two "arabesques" that had just been delivered from the domestic famous craftsman and the slave, he didn't know who would be cheaper, and he couldn't help but feel an unspeakable pain in his heart.

At this time, the upper left corner of Yang Shuoming's eyes kept showing charts of various combat knives, for Yang Shuoming, what he needed most now was a practical knife that could be used as both a tool for survival in the wilderness and a self-defense weapon, he had previously designed one, with a thick blade like an axe like the "tracker" and back teeth that could be used as a saw, he even had a name, called "Roaring Dragon". Originally, the sword slave had promised to make it for him, and the drawings were also given to the knife slave, but now, the knife slave version of "Roaring Dragon" has become out of reach.

According to Yang Shuoming's imagination, the three-dimensional view of the "roaring dragon" soon appeared in his eyes, as well as the data of each part.

For Yang Shuoming, the "roaring dragon" he designed is no longer a knife for pleasure, but something that must be owned now.

Yang Shuoming began to walk along the street, looking for a blacksmith shop.

Soon, Yang Shuoming saw a red fire flickering in a shop in the distance, and the sound of clanging iron from time to time.

Yang Shuoming quickened his pace, came to the blacksmith shop, pushed open the door, and there was a burst of heat inside, Yang Shuoming saw two blacksmiths, an old man and a young man—who looked like father and son—were wielding a sledgehammer and a small hammer, forging a red-hot iron bar.

Seeing this scene, Yang Shuoming remembered the scene when he went to Zhejiang Longquan Sword Factory to learn how to build Longquan Sword from the masters of Zhengwutang.

The two blacksmiths who were striking iron noticed Yang Shuoming, but they didn't speak, but continued to forge and forge the work. Yang Shuoming found a place to sit down and observed their movements.

After a while, the two blacksmiths finished the work at hand, and the young blacksmith wiped the sweat from his face and asked Yang Shuoming, "What do you want to fight?" ”

Yang Shuoming heard his question, and then a strange thought flashed through his mind for some reason, and he immediately took out a silver dollar and handed it to the blacksmith.

"I'd like to get a knife, do it myself, and use your tools and materials, okay?"

The young blacksmith looked at Yang Shuoming a little strangely, took the silver dollar and looked at it, he looked Yang Shuoming up and down, and finally his eyes fell on Yang Shuoming's clean and white hands, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You can't trust our Liu family's craftsmanship?"

"No, I just wanted to try it myself." Yang Shuoming smiled and said.

At this moment the old blacksmith came over, and the young blacksmith handed the silver dollar to his father, "Father, this guest wants to try his hand at his craft." ”

The old blacksmith looked at this piece of Yingyang, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, he immediately stepped forward, took Yang Shuoming's hand and looked at it, smiled, and said, "I won't tell you, little brother, your hands really don't look like they're doing this job." ”

Yang Shuoming smiled slightly and did not speak.

"Since you want to try it, then come on." The weather-faced old blacksmith smiled generously and nodded, "But you have to hurry, it's not too early, we originally wanted to work a little longer and then call it a day." ”

Yang Shuoming nodded, got up and walked to the stove, his eyes staring at the flames tightly, and the old blacksmith and his son looked at each other with some amusement. may be because they were tired after a day of work, the two of them didn't go to see what Yang Shuoming was going to do, but went to the inner room to rest.

Yang Shuoming's gaze turned to the iron bars arranged in the corner, and at this time, his eyes were constantly scrolling to display the analysis data of each iron bar.

After analyzing and comparing, according to the instructions in his eyes, Yang Shuoming picked up a thick iron bar with fire tongs and put it in the furnace and burned it.

That night, the fire in the small blacksmith's shop remained unextinguished, and the clanging of iron rang for almost the whole night.

The next morning, the warm sunlight shone on his face, making Yang Shuoming wake up, and he realized that he had an extra sheet on his body at some point.

He rubbed his somewhat astringent eyes and sat up, only to find that the old blacksmith was sitting on a stool, looking at the knife in his hand with a solemn face, the "roaring dragon" that Yang Shuoming had spent a night making.

“…… Overall length: 330mm, tip width: 65mm, rear edge width: 45mm, material: crude carbon steel ......"

At this time, Yang Shuoming's eyes showed the relevant data of the "Roaring Dragon" combat knife.

"It's really unseemly." The old blacksmith sighed, and turned his gaze to Yang Shuoming, who had already woken up, "Good knife, really good knife." ”

Yang Shuoming raised his hand to lift the back sheet and wanted to get up, but there was a tingling pain in his hands, and he couldn't help grinning ugly.

"How's the hand?" The old blacksmith smiled and said, "There have been several big bubbles this night, and when you are asleep, I gave you some medicine." ”

"Thank you, old man." Yang Shuoming looked at his hands that had been bandaged with a clean white cloth and said gratefully.

"Little brother's surname?" The old blacksmith handed the knife to Yang Shuoming, talked with him, and introduced himself. The old blacksmith's surname is Liu, the sixth in the family, everyone calls him Liu Laoliu, and the young blacksmith Yang Shuoming saw last night is his son Liu Xiang.

Yang Shuoming told Liu Laoliu his name, and briefly said what happened to him (he was familiar with history and hid this part of "saving beauty" in order to protect the name of the rescued girl), Liu Laoliu's eyes flashed with disbelief.