"Who? Who hit me? Do you know who my dad is? ”

"It's not for your father's sake, I'll slap you to death!"

The dizzy scalper followed the sound and looked over, but he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and the things in front of him were ghosted, and he couldn't tell who was who. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but his attendant trotted over and whispered a few words in his ear, and the scalper was suddenly shocked.

"I'm sorry owner, I just said something unintentionally, and I said something unintentionally......"

"Get out!"

"Hey, I'll get out!"

After speaking, the scalper lay down on the ground again, rolled up like a gourd rolling on the ground, rolled seven or eight times, and the attendant hurriedly helped him up, and disappeared from everyone's sight at a trot.

The owner?

Hearing the scalper's address to that person, all the warlocks present couldn't help but hold their breath and looked at the person in front of them with eyes mixed with curiosity and awe. At the same time, guess which fang he is actually the owner.

According to the difference in functions, the workshop is also divided into several workshops, some workshops are responsible for drawing spirit runes, some workshops are responsible for producing rune paper, some workshops are responsible for blending rune ink, and some workshops are dedicated to casting bronzes and blessing runes.

It's just that the owner didn't mean to introduce himself, but took out something and asked, "Who did this?" ”

The owner was holding a dagger in his hand, to be precise, a dagger made of mud, which was the one that was snatched by the beggar old man after Qin Bing made it before.

Looking at the way the owner was furious just now, and listening to his words again, it seemed that Xingshi was asking for guilt. Yes, it must be so, the owner must have known that someone was hired with a clay figure, so he went crazy. Hahaha, there's a good show to watch now.

Most of them had such thoughts, and then looked at Qin Bing with interest, waiting for him to be unlucky. But there are also some people who feel that things will not be so simple, after all, it is just a personnel recruitment, how can the owner run around for such a small thing.

The red-faced man immediately jumped out and said, "Back to the owner, that tattered thing was made by him." ”

The red-faced man thought that the owner of the workshop was here to ask the master for the crime, so he immediately jumped out to expose the report, if it wasn't for the lack of words, he also wanted to introduce himself and leave a deep impression in the owner's heart.

It's just that the red-faced man didn't expect that he had already left a deep impression in the owner's heart, but it was not a good impression......

"Smack!"

Another big-eared scraper, the owner's slender sword eyebrows were almost erected, and the beard on his lips was also picked one by one, only to hear him say in a loud voice: "Tattered? You dare to say it's? Blind your dog's eyes! ”

The red-faced man was beaten, his tongue licked, and his back molars seemed to be loose. But fortunately, he is strong, otherwise this slap would definitely knock out half of his teeth.

Other people also know that when the horse's fart is slapped on the horse's leg, the owner of the workshop is not here to ask the master for sin, but ......

The little man in the brocade robe immediately replied flatteringly: "Fang master, that baby was made by the Qin leader, and he is our Qin leader." ”

The little man in brocade saw the wind and steered, and when he spoke, he also showed favor to Qin Bing, lest Qin Bing investigate the moment he hit just now. It's just that......

"Smack!"

Another big-eared scraper, the owner seemed to have a soft spot for slapping, and the little man in brocade spun in place several times like a spinning top, and then fell on the red-faced man with a thud, and fell mouth to mouth.

The owner snorted angrily, "Baby? You even say it's a baby? Idiot! ”

The people around are all confused, Lord Fang, don't bring such a play, say that garbage is slapped, say that the baby is also slapped, you give a quasi-word, what the hell is this?

The owner ignored these people, but looked at Qin Bing, unable to hear the joy and anger in his tone: "You, follow me!" ”

Qin Bing looked at the red-faced man and the little man in brocade clothes on the ground, and then according to what Teacher Cang said, his chin was slightly raised a few centimeters, and he hummed a minor tune in his nose that he didn't know the content, and left with the owner.

"Yes, that's it, be a little more arrogant, be a little more villainous, write all your pride on your face, what you want is this kind of effect that they want to kill you but you are helpless, hahaha......"

After walking a distance, the owner's voice came, "Are you very proud?" ”

When Qin Bing heard this, he immediately shrunk his neck in fright, he was afraid of the big slap of the owner, especially the moody temperament, for fear that he would give himself a bite for some reason.

"Do you think the owner of this shop is moody?"

I'm dizzy, is this a mind-reading?

"Hmph, I'm just teaching those guys a lesson for you, letting them know that you're not that easy to bully."

Qin Bing scratched his head, "But, I'm just a small person, why should the owner be so good to me?" ”

The owner took out the dagger and asked, "Before that, you told me what the name of this weapon was?" How did you create it? ”

Qin Bing immediately asked Teacher Cang in his heart, "Hey, how should I answer this?" ”

"Stupid, just say you dreamed it yourself."

Qin Bing immediately replied to the owner: "Uh, this dagger is called the Huya Saber, I dreamed of it, well, yes, a white-bearded old man taught me." ”

This rotten excuse is full of loopholes, and no three-year-old child will believe it. But what was surprising was that the owner of the workshop turned pale, straightened his clothes, and slammed towards Qin Bing.

Qin Bing was startled, hurriedly jumped away, and returned it back with the same slush, "Owner, you can't do it, you can't help it." ”

The owner shook his head, "Make! This gift is not for you, but for the white-bearded old man. As for why, you will naturally know in the future. ”

Qin Bing was embarrassed, and in his heart, Teacher Cang was already laughing straight down, and she felt that the people in this world were so funny. However, seeing the owner's serious appearance, Qin Bing felt that this sentence had another meaning, but he couldn't understand it for the time being, so he could only keep it in his heart.

"Master, is there anything special about this dagger?"

The tiger tooth dagger is the experience of the heavenly blacksmith empowerment to himself, in addition to forging, there are many classic weapon shapes and detailed data, tiger teeth are a kind of classic dagger, is a kind of saber in the world of Mr. Cang.

The owner nodded, "It's a long story, and since you've joined the workshop, it's okay to tell you." ”

"There are strict regulations on the equipment of the samurai of the 'Itian' Dynasty, and the type and quantity of equipment equipped by each class are clearly recorded in the 'rites'. The dagger was the favorite of the assassins, and it was also mostly used for assassination, which did not correspond to the royal prestige, so it was rejected by the 'rites' and did not exist in the army. ”

These Qin soldiers have heard that the major affairs of the country are in the worship of Rong, and war is a major event of the country as important as the sacrifice, and the "rites" stipulate the rules of all aspects of war. "Li" believed that the dagger was an assassin's weapon, which did not match the image of the army's royal army, so no dagger could be found in the barracks in the whole world.

The owner played with the mud dagger in his hand, and said: "As early as hundreds of years ago, there were samurai who reacted to the disadvantages of swords in hand-to-hand combat, hoping to equip shorter weapons, but they were rejected by the ministers with a sentence of 'not good at learning, and people can't complain'. However, the voice of samurai in the army asking for daggers never ceased, and after hundreds of years of hard work, the ministers finally gave in - last year, the king ordered the craftsmen of the world to equip the army with 'table knives' in order to make it easier for the samurai to cut meat, because there were daggers in the tableware prescribed by the 'rites'. ”

Hearing this, Teacher Cang snorted and laughed, and said in Qin Bing's heart: "The minister of your world is a joke, obviously allowing the army to equip daggers with standard weapons, but they have to be drawn into the tableware, this is self-deception." Hahaha......"

The owner shook his head, "The craftsmen of every city in the world must build at least one dagger to pay tribute, and the king will choose the best of them as the template for the 'table knife'." However, the workshops in the cities of the world have never made daggers, especially daggers suitable for military use, so they are helpless. We have made thousands of models in just a few months, but none of them are suitable. ”

Speaking of this, the owner held the mud dagger high, as if holding something unparalleled in the world, "When this blade appeared in front of my eyes, I knew that the name of the 'Oak Yang Blade' would spread all over the world and go down in history." This is your glory, and it is also the common glory of our Liyang City. ”