The next afternoon, after self-discipline, Jiang Mian left the house.

The destination of this trip was the blacksmith shop in the west city of Pingkangfang, and Jiang Mian estimated that the customized knife should have been made.

All the way to the mouth of the alley, a group of children chased and frolicked there.

Jiang Mian didn't pay attention, but a child stared at him stunned.

Jiang Mian was stared at and glared at the child twice, who knew that the bear child didn't seem to see Jiang Mian's fierce eyes, and his eyes kept falling on him.

Jiang Mian glanced at the group of women chatting around, ignored them, and left quickly.

Until Jiang Mian walked away, the child was still staring at the position where Jiang Mian had just walked out, his gaze passed through the alleyway and looked into the distance.

"Sword."

The child's weak mouth.

......

Jiang Mian walked into the blacksmith shop.

It's still the same pair of master and apprentice last time.

When the master saw Jiang Mian, he greeted him courteously: "The guest officer is here, this knife has been fighting for several days, just waiting for you to pick it up." ”

"Ah Da, go get a knife for the guest officer." The master pouted.

"Well, wait a minute."

The apprentice was also very attentive, trotted into the back room, and walked out with a wooden box in his hand.

"The silver given by the guest officer is enough, this knife is the best I have ever fought in my life."

The blacksmith opened the wooden box, revealing a long knife with a blue-black scabbard.

"You try it." The blacksmith pointed to the long knife, his cheeks full of confidence.

Jiang Mian picked it up.

It's not heavy, it's not light, it's just right, he showed a smile, as expected, it shouldn't have been in vain.

Qiang !!

With a clear and clear sound of unsheathing.

A five-foot-long knife was pulled out of the blue-black leather sheath by Jiang Mian, and the hilt, blade, and blade were engraved with silver patterns for decoration.

The arc of the knife is elegant and solemn, the blade is three feet and seven inches, and it is glowing with blue.

"Guest officer, this was driven out by me and my apprentice who forged day and night."

The blacksmith pointed to the blade, "Look at this steel flower, but it took more than 30,000 layers to form it, but it took fifteen times to fold and forge it repeatedly. ”

Jiang Mian's fingers rubbed the blade of the knife, the touch was cold, and the cold was overwhelming. He nodded, "I have a heart." ”

Jiang Mian looked satisfied.

"Guest, the rest of the silver." The blacksmith asked, rubbing his hands.

"Naturally, it won't be short of you." Jiang Mian dropped a bag of silver, "I took that box away." ”

"You are free, you are free." Naturally, the blacksmith would not have any objections.

Jiang Mian put the knife into the box and walked out of the shop with the box in his arms. Recently, there are too many security forces patrolling the streets, and the government has issued an iron restriction order, and it is too troublesome to be targeted by patrolling sergeants with a knife.

He walked on the street, today is the Midyear Festival, the vendors on both sides of the road have closed their stalls and gone home very early, only the shops selling paper work are still open, very deserted.

Even the sergeants patrolling the road are much less than in the past. Jiang Mian quickened his pace, and returned to Zhuxi Lane in a short time.

Jiang Mian glanced at the locked door next door.

"This girl won't say hello when she leaves, and I'll give you food for nothing." Jiang Mian's mouth was broken.

He pushed open the door to his small courtyard.

Jiang Mian, who had a new knife, couldn't wait to open the lid of the box, and an iron man had already been erected in the courtyard, which Jiang Mian specially asked for Ye Thirteen.

Within a few days of the arrival of the iron man, his body was uneven and extremely ugly.

Jiang Mian took out a long knife, the blade was as slender as a seedling, and it was the same as the knife of the Qianju Shi, both of which belonged to the Miao knife.

It takes into account the characteristics of both knives and guns, and can be stabbed with one hand or with both hands.

When facing the enemy, the knife rotates with the person, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo, and the killing power is extremely great.

Jiang Mian held the knife in both hands, and his arms exerted.

The wind flowed over the metal blade of the sword, and the blade of the blade poured like water towards the iron man.

There was a clear clang, and the light of the knife slashed, and the sharp blade cut a long crack in the iron man's body.

Looking back, Jiang Mian had already put the knife into the sheath.

+1 Pig Killing Skill

Cut Jade Jin +1

Jiang Mian can already combine the two very perfectly, and the connection is very smooth, but there are problems.

He only has one knife, and even though the pig killing skill has reached the heavenly level, it is still only a pig killing technique, and it cannot be put on the table.

Simplicity is good, but the old hunter can break the Bodhisattva's golden body with a single sword, and he has no means after being blocked by the other party.

"I have to hurry up and find the door knife technique, Lin'an's Hanguang Pavilion is being overhauled, and it's not a coincidence to go now."

"If you don't go to the ghost market to buy this knife technique, although there is a high probability that there will not be anything good, but what if." Jiang Mian felt a little overwhelmed after thinking about it.

He is now addicted to liver experience, self-discipline every day, and has developed a habit that is very good.

Jiang Mian went to the house to find a hat to put on his head, and just wanted to go out.

There was a knock on the door.

Knock knock! Very eager.

"Isn't it Aunt Li again?" Jiang Mian's heart moved, and he took off the hat in great detail.

He pulled the deadbolt open.

Outside the door were two sergeants wearing cold-forged fish-scale armor and a short knife at their waists.

"Master Jun, is there something wrong?" Jiang Mian smiled, and almost wrote that I am a good citizen on his face.

"Pass the general's order, tonight in Lin'an City, there is a curfew, no going out, if there is a disobedience, immediately beheaded."

One of the sergeants said with a sigh of relief.

Since the accident in Hanguang Pavilion of the Ye family, the imperial court has sent a security army to maintain order, and the so-called general should be the leader of these three thousand sergeants, General Wang Zhaoxue.

It starts at seven o'clock in the evening, and tonight is the day when each family worships their ancestors and goes to the Lin'an River to put river lanterns, so why suddenly order a curfew.

Jiang Mian couldn't figure it out for a while.

And the two sergeants walked towards the next family after informing Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian had no feelings for the original owner's parents, and the worship had nothing to do with him, but it was close to dusk, and it was difficult to rush back, so Jiang Mian gave up the idea of going to the ghost market.

It was getting late, and Jiang Mian stood in the courtyard after eating.

His hearing was already excellent, and the boy pricked up his ears.

There was silence all around, and there was no noise at all, except for the occasional shout of a sergeant.

Jiang Mian looked at the sky boredly, and in front of him, a long knife was stuck on the ground in front of him.

In ancient times, there was a scarcity of entertainment.

He stepped out, and the wind swept by. The body was a few zhang away in an instant, shrinking into inches, as if it was the heaven and earth escape method of the Daomen.

This is the uniqueness of Takefu, the ultimate use of bodily functions.

The boy drew his long knife, and cut the blade into the night, cutting out an arc.

Jiang Mian swung his sword like a full moon, and on the green and cold blade, silver light was sprinkled, and the blade surface was like snow and frost.

The sound of metal blowing in the wind sounded, and there was another crack in the iron man in the center of the courtyard.

Jiang Mian swung the knife and slashed again, this time there was a faint light on the blade, and the knife was silent, but the momentum was soaring, as if it was wrapped in wind and thunder, and the knife slashed on the iron man without the previous sound of metal cutting.

At this critical moment, the young man who practiced the knife suddenly stopped.

Because of the sudden wind blowing in his ears, his body was excited.

"On the first day of the seventh month, the local officials descended to determine the good and evil in the world."

Someone spoke hoarsely, far away, but he heard it clearly.