Huang Baiding brought the newcomer back, and he inevitably had to hand it over to Uncle Jian for some training. This kind of thing, ginger is still old and spicy. The point is that Huang Baiding has a headache for this kind of thing that speculates on people's hearts.

Uncle Jian is different, between the words, the old eyes that seem to be dim keep turning around on the faces of two men and a young man, and from time to time there is a flash of light, but they are all flashing.

Taking this opportunity, Ren Pingsheng also learned that the two men who looked strong and capable between their faces were Huang Youde, and the slightly shorter one was a bald man named Lin Dexiang.

This also reminded Ren Pingsheng of a problem, he is in this Xuanhuang world, and he has no household registration.

Fortunately, the original hometown he reported was Yinduo Township, and of course Deng Fujian would not have traveled more than 100 miles to check the household registration of a miscellaneous boy. What's more, this young man was originally picked up, and he didn't plan to count a person's head.

But from Huang Baiding's mouth, Uncle Jian learned that Ren Pingsheng occupied a position in the waiting hall, which was a little strange, so he asked a few more words.

I don't have much experience in the rivers and lakes, so Ren Pingsheng only asks and answers, and never talks much. Regarding the occupation of the place, Ren Pingsheng just said that in fact, he had learned swordsmanship from his grandfather for a few years, and he didn't know if he could be a bodyguard; anyway, he had been in the waiting hall for three days, and no one hired him; occupying half of the martial arts position, he might have more opportunities to be hired. made Uncle Jian laugh dumbly, being a bodyguard, that's a livelihood of licking blood on the knife, you don't have that much ability, even if someone hires you, do you really dare to fight with your own life?

There is no dangerous road, who still hires a bodyguard?

Uncle Jian asked Ren Pingsheng to take out the iron sword behind his back and look at it for a while, and he couldn't cry or laugh even more. The so-called half-eyed is Ren Pingsheng drawing his sword out of the sheath, and when he was halfway through, Uncle Jian waved his hand again and again, "It's okay, it's okay, if there is any unexpected conflict on the road, you stand in the ranks of the miscellaneous servants yourself, and generally both the enemy and me will not embarrass you." ”

Ren Pingsheng nodded silently, since this is the case, it couldn't be better.

After several questions and answers, Rao is a very old and frugal uncle, and he didn't find any obvious problems. The three of them were arranged to live in the post house, and Ren Pingsheng, Huang Youde and Lin Dexiang, occupied a large shop.

In this way, I am committed to shrinking in the ranks of the lower riba people, in fact, it is very comfortable!

A teenager appeared in the midst of a large group of toiling workers, which was actually quite fresh. It's a pity that Ren Pingsheng is not the kind of child who is well-behaved and likable, at most, he can answer all questions, as for the cuteness and liveliness that teenagers of the same age should generally have in front of adults, he absolutely does not have it. Everyone accosted him a few words, and they didn't even have the heart to laugh.

Ren Pingsheng unconsciously remembered Chief Chen Mu in the blacksmith shop again. If the senior brother is here, he will definitely be able to mix with this group of people like a fish in water, and if he can't make a fool of himself, he will even have someone to take care of the heavy and dirty work in his share.

As for Brother Yu Zi, it is impossible to meet him by chance in such a crowd. If there is such a coincidental encounter in the world, this caravan will be in great trouble!

In the big house of the post house, the coachmen of the Yinchi Club are all sitting in groups on the bunks, or chatting with all kinds of meat and fish, or shouting for five or six drinks and gambling money. There are also unsociable men, perhaps because they can't bear the loneliness of the long road, or the hotbed of missing their hometown, they sneaked out of the post house and went to the street of Antai Township, not far from the post station, to find those undressed women who called customers in the alleys.

Ren Pingsheng was alone at the end of the bed in his bunk, pulled out the rusty big iron sword, crossed his lap, grabbed a dark and shiny stone in one hand, and slowly grinded it one by one. Every night at this time, he would take such a small piece of half-heavenly ink and sharpen the blade and blade of the sword with the unique technique taught by the master.

At the end of the three-year service period, when he left the blacksmith shop, his master Yuan Dazhui once told him that with the Sorrowful Heaven Sword, he could cut a complete small piece by cutting the shovel file method when casting the sword for half a day, and it would be easy to carry down the mountain in the future.

And when the roll was covered and left, Master Yuan once explained that he insisted on grinding every day and did not slack off. If you owe a day, I'll give you a slap of chestnuts when I turn around, the kind that hurts from the top of your head to your heels.

At that time, Ren Pingsheng was full of promises, but he muttered in his heart, as long as you don't watch every day, Lao Tzu will not grind for ten days and a half months, can you know? "If you think so, you can do it, you might as well try it and see if I know by then. ”

In the past three years, his perception of the master, except for awe or awe, as for the ability, I don't know, anyway, following him, except for playing iron and refining swords, he has not learned anything else. As for that lame method of looking at qi, although it is somewhat interesting, it is of little use for practicing swords and sharpening swords, so far.

But the chestnut that the master knocked on his head was really painful! Moreover, no matter what kind of magic power he used, he couldn't block it or dodge it.

For a long time, the ink rubbed on the iron sword, and there was a very piercing sound, and the coachmen who were chatting and gambling together were dissatisfied. Huang Youde, who shared a shop, took the lead and shouted: "Boy, can you change places? ”

Ren Pingsheng stopped sharpening his sword, nodded again and again, and was about to go out to find a place where no one was there to continue sharpening his sword, but was stopped by Lin Dexiang with a kind face: "Little brother, I see that you are like this, if you want to rely on our line of food to eat, you really need to spend some spare time to practice." If you have other ways to go, that's fine, you don't have to rely on strength. But in this Xuanhuang world, you have to understand that even if you have a unique craft, it is useless, you still have to have a mouth that can say that the stone is blooming. I see that you have limited qualifications for both of these things, so if you really want to save some money for your wife in the future and seek a place to settle down, you have to practice your strength. ”

The man glanced at the stone and iron sword in his hand, "In that waiting hall, you don't see that those serious martial artists and soldiers are using what kind of thing? In life, don't you just ask for a warm kang head to warm the quilt, and the family is full of warmth and peace? Being hung on a half-pole by those things that can't be climbed, falling down, and earning pain. ”

At this kind of kind blow, Ren Pingsheng smiled in return, turned around and walked out of the room.

He didn't think that what Lin Dexiang said made half a point, but this iron sword, which had been sharpened for three years and had not been able to rub off the slightest rust, made him more and more suspicious. Such a dilapidated thing is really worthy of the family for generations, throwing their heads and spilling their blood for it, and bringing the whole family, old and young, women and children to wander the world, without a fixed place?

So when it falls on you, how can you lift this curse that has lasted for 10,000 years for the descendants of the Ren family, especially the descendants of your own hunter lineage?

This kind of problem, for Ren Pingsheng, who is still half a month away from turning fifteen years old, is not only very brain-consuming, but also useless no matter how much brains it takes. So, it's better to sharpen your sword with peace of mind.

Walking out of the post house, bypassing the stables, out of habit, he performed another method of hope on the horse team and the neatly arranged container carts, and the second master's easy number deduction and talisman had to be practiced every day. This thing, not so much to deal with the second master's schoolwork, is better to say, it is to calculate the fun yourself.

Moreover, combined with the number of hexagrams obtained by the method of looking at qi, the results are often more accurate.

The monotonous and piercing sound of sharpening the sword lasted for nearly an hour in the uninhabited wilderness of the night. When the sound stopped, the boy put his sword back into its sheath, but he was still sitting on the stone where the lamp was by. The derivation of his hexagram has also reached a more critical point, so he has to use his right hand to calculate with the help of the Nine Palaces fingering.

When the young man's thumb suddenly stopped on one of the knuckles, he sighed slightly and muttered, "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and finally I have taken refuge in a caravan, and it is an eventful caravan." ”

"At a young age, he is actually proficient in innate and easy to reason, disrespectful, disrespectful. An old voice came from the endless darkness behind him, which startled Ren Pingsheng firmly, "We are in charge, and we have not negotiated the price with you, but there are strange people in the rivers and lakes, and our Yinchi Club has never dared to slack off." Since Your Excellency refuses to show your true face, we are inconvenient to ask. It's just that you said just now that this is an eventful caravan, if it is a matter of the safety of the caravan, I hope Shaoxia will say it clearly. ”

Uncle Jian, who had a vicissitudes of life, emerged from the darkness and walked to Ren Pingsheng.

Although he had been concentrating on sharpening his sword just now, and the sound of iron and stone rubbing had affected Ren Pingsheng's perception of the surrounding situation, but to be able to walk so quietly to a distance where he could talk to him, this old man's cultivation should not be underestimated.

What's more, when I talked about it earlier, I seemed to have dealt with this old man very well, and I couldn't see that he still had the slightest suspicion about his identity and origin.

- Ginger, it's really old and spicy.