The man who struck the iron coveted the silver ticket and whispered, "I have a knife in my shop, and you come back with me." ”

Chen Mo followed the man into the back of the blacksmith shop.

"Wait a minute, I'll get it," said the blacksmith, and entered a small log cabin beside it, and through the half-open door, he could see that there were two beds in it.

The blacksmith quickly walked out, holding a worn-out box in his hand, of which he could not tell what it was. When the box was opened, a short blade was revealed, slightly longer than the dagger, but unlike the dagger, which had a blade on both sides, it had a blade on only one side, a slightly thicker back, and a pattern outlined at the handle, which was blurred. The entire blade was covered in rust, and the large pieces of rust far exceeded those of broad beans.

"That's it?" Chen Mo was disappointed, but he still reached into the box and wanted to pick up the knife.

"Be careful," the blacksmith was about to let go, but Chen Mo was a practitioner, how fast his hands and feet moved, how could the blacksmith be able to avoid it, and when he let go, it made Chen Mo's hand reach to the edge of the blade. Chen Mo only felt a tingling pain in his fingers, and at this moment, his fingers had been cut by the blade.

"I'm sorry, officer, this knife looks normal, but it's very sharp," the blacksmith said with a smile on his face.

Chen Mo took out the golden medicine from the package and covered the wound. At this time, his heart was already in ecstasy. At the moment when his hand touched the short blade, the stone slab deposited in Chen Mo's dantian moved again, and the amplitude was even greater than when he picked up the thunder light stone before.

That's it. Chen Mo said secretly in his heart, but his face did not show any eagerness, but looked at the blacksmith with a smile, "Could it be a rusty blade, you also want to take a hundred taels of silver from me?" ”

How can there be a reason to spit out the silver money in his hand, who is not good at calculating when he opens a shop and does business, the blacksmith is anxious, "It's a rusty blade, but you look at it," he said, he carefully picked up the handle of the knife, walked to a pile of hoes placed in the corner, raised his foot and kicked out one, the rusty blade slashed downward, and a shallow mark was exposed on the heavy hoe, and then looked at the rusty blade, but it was unharmed.

"How?" The blacksmith put the rusty blade into the box, and then asked Chen Mo.

"That's good, but it's not worth a hundred taels," Chen Mo shook his head and said.

"And how much are you going to give?" The blacksmith said, suddenly lowering his voice and saying, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I suspect that this is a weapon used by immortals." ”

"Weapons for immortals?" Chen Mo smiled dumbly, "You can figure it out." Which immortal is not afraid of being embarrassed with such a short knife? ”

Chen Mo said in his mouth, but in his heart he wondered how the blacksmith could know about the existence of immortals. In Moshan Prison, those high-rollers mentioned immortals in vague terms, but they didn't expect this ordinary blacksmith to conclude that there were immortals.

"I also heard people say, there is a Huang master in front, the two sons of their family have gone to Xianmen, Huang usually doesn't have to do anything, those who are officials during the New Year's holidays, businessmen who open shops, which don't give gifts to their families. Guest officer, I won't hide it from you, if I send this knife to Master Huang's house, Master Huang will have to give me a hundred taels of silver, right? This knife, I picked it up from Qiwu Mountain, and there are immortals coming from Qiwu Mountain at this time of year," the blacksmith chattered endlessly in order to put Chen Mo's one hundred taels of silver tickets in his pocket.

At the mention of Master Huang, Chen Mo's eyes narrowed. Before Ren Jie challenged Lu Qingming, the rich old man with his hands behind his back and a fairy style stood in the lobby and looked indifferent. I think that it is the old man Huang in the blacksmith's mouth.

The gentry and giants, the officials of the yamen, who are not talking about the big truth, in fact, nine times out of ten they are bullying and domineering guys, just like the appearance of Master Huang, he is not a good person. Looking at people, Chen Mo still has a lot of experience.

"Don't talk nonsense, you really want to send this knife into Master Huang's mansion, if he doesn't reward you with a whip, you will come back to burn high incense and give you a hundred taels of silver, you are really delusional," Chen Mo sneered, "Return the silver ticket to me, and give you ten taels of silver." If you say yes, you'll be sold. If you don't agree, you will give up. ”

Ten taels of silver is not too little, and a farmer is busy all year round, and at most he can earn two taels of silver. This rusty blade is in the blacksmith's shop, and if it could be sold, the blacksmith would have sold it a long time ago, and it would not wait until now. The reason why he didn't make a move for a long time is probably because the blacksmith discovered the sharpness of the short blade, and he was a little reluctant to sell it cheaply.

The blacksmith's face changed, and he finally nodded in agreement, and when he handed the silver ticket back to Chen Mo, his face was still full of pain.

Chen Mo took out ten taels of silver from the package and handed it over, then put the short blade and the box into the package, and didn't stay long, asked about the location of the nearby inn, turned around and left.

The side streets are not as prosperous as the main streets, but there are many inns and hostels. Chen Mo didn't have much silver in his pocket, these silver were all he usually saved, and before leaving, he left most of it to Du Xiaochi, and what he brought out was only a little more than two hundred taels. He didn't want to find a richly decorated inn to live in, he found a relatively clean inn, lived in it, paid the room for ten days, and Chen Mo entered the room under the guidance of his buddy.

After taking a hot shower and changing into clean clothes, Chen Mo ate some dry food again, and began to pack up the things in his package. The short blade, which can cause a reaction from the slate, is undoubtedly to be put in the storage bag. Some of the poison he brought with him when he went out was used, and the rest needed to be sorted out.

When Chen Mo packed up, his package was actually only one shape left, and there was nothing else in it except for two sets of clothes. All the bottles and cans, luggage and dry food, were all put into storage bags by Chen Mo. He tied a string around the mouth of the storage bag, which was put around his neck, and the storage bag was placed inside the robe, close to his body.

I thought of the abnormal movement of the slate when I held the thunder stone in my hand before. Chen Mo thought about it, took out two thunder stones from the storage bag, put them in the palm of his hand, and prepared to sense them slowly.

As soon as the thunder stone was started, there was an electric arc shining, and the feeling of numbness was transmitted from Chen Mo's hands to his body at the same time, thinking of the consequences of thunder and lightning swimming in his body, Chen Mo was shocked, but when it came to an emergency, thinking fast does not mean that the action is fast.

Before Chen Mo could drop the two thunder stones, the thunder and lightning arc had already entered his body, and when he was about to wreak havoc, the stone slab in Chen Mo's body moved again, and with a slight lift, the thunder and lightning arc disappeared. Chen Mo, who secretly screamed for luck, only felt a feeling of swelling in the dantian at this time, and in a hurry, he had to sit cross-legged and practice, and run the Changchun Gong over and over again according to the acupuncture points.

It was at this moment that there was a knock on the door from the outside.

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