Seeing the old man striking iron at the mouth of the West Village, Li Qing saw him lying on a recliner made of bamboo, his life was very leisurely, he admired the sound of his apprentice striking iron, and hummed a small song in his mouth.

There was a pot of wine next to him, it was a pot of good wine, and Li Qing smelled the aroma of wine.

Li Qing also saw a hand, this hand was in the old man's right hand, it was a dark and shiny hand, and the old man was looking at this hand carefully. The moment he saw Li Qing, the old man slowly put the pitch-black hand on top of his right hand.

Li Qing saw a strange hand, the old man's right hand disappeared instantly, and this pitch-black hand became his right hand.

Seeing Li Qing jumping out of the carriage, the old man looked at Li Qing carefully, a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Li Qing like he had just finished building an iron tool.

"You should have four eyebrows," the old man said.

"Why?"

"So you're a legend?"

"Why?"

"Because this man is a legend in his own right. ”

"Why?"

"Because he has four eyebrows. ”

Oh! With four eyebrows is a legend, Li Qing stopped asking, he knew who this person was, this person was a legend in the rivers and lakes itself, he had heard his story when he was very young, Li Qing was very envious of his two fingers.

"You should have his chic?" the old man suddenly sat up straight and looked at Li Qing carefully.

"Why?"

"Because he's dashing. ”

"Why?"

"Because people who have seen him say that he is very chic. ”

Li Qing thought of another person, this person has many stories, this person is a role model for young people!

"Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, handsome and dashing Li Tanhua, it's a pity that the story of the past has passed, and now you seem to be their legend back then, you are Li Qing, the young master of the Bloody Clothes Gate!" This is the longest passage Li Qing has heard.

"I should have a drink with you," Li Qing rubbed his nose.

"Why?"

"Because you can tell stories. ”

"My story is good?"

"Sounds good!"

"It seems that I am a blacksmith who can tell stories!" the old man lay down again, as if he began to recall his story.

"You're still a mouthy blacksmith. Li Qing heard a voice, this voice came from the old man's blacksmith shop, the apprentice who was striking iron had already put down his hammer and looked at the man in front of him with strange eyes.

The blacksmith's apprentice thought he was just a passing guest, and he didn't see when this man walked into the blacksmith's shop. Now he looked at the sword in the guest's hand, it was a sharp sword, but his sword had no scabbard, and the shining sword body glowed with the luster of the forest.

The guests passing by slowly turned around, and Li Qing saw a face he had seen before, this face was the face of the flying sword messenger, this face reminded Li Qing of the dead shopkeeper of the 'Yuelai Inn'.

"Today is a good day," the sword messenger glanced at the sky, and at this moment a swallow happened to fly by, and it flew very fast, as if it felt the murderous aura coming from the ground in an instant.

The sensible Ah Chen also felt this murderous aura, he whipped the horse in the air, and the sensible horse immediately stepped out of the horse's hooves and pulled the carriage into the West Village, where his presence was not needed.

Ping'er in the carriage was very sensible today, and when she saw everything in front of her, she retracted it, she knew that if she stayed at this moment, she would become a burden to Li Qing.

It's a pity that today she is Li Qing's burden, the sensible Ah Chen saw a familiar face at the corner of the West Village street, this is a face that he has not seen for a long time, he came quickly, Ah Chen wanted to pull out the sword in his waist, but he smelled a fragrance.

This fragrance Ping'er seems to be familiar, this is the fragrance of the white-faced jade fox Zhao Yu, she wanted to rush out of the carriage, but a figure penetrated the carriage and lit her dumb hole, Ping'er saw that this was a man, and his technique was very fast. Ping'er lost consciousness again.

The sensible Ah Chen woke up again, he saw Li Qing's familiar eyes, and he saw an unfamiliar room, which was not his own room, nor was it the room of the 'Yuelai Inn'.

"They stole Miss Ping'er again," Ah Chen said first.

"I know. Li Qing rubbed his eyes this time, he seemed to be very tired.

"Why do they always like to steal Miss Ping'er," Ah Chen said the second sentence.

"I want to know too?" Li Qing sighed

"That swordsman just wants to get your attention?" Ah Chen wanted to remember this mistake.

"This is what the old man told me, I made another mistake," Li Qing stood up, his mind returning to the moment just now.

The sword of the flying sword messenger did not stab at Li Qing who was standing, his sword was fast, and his sword stabbed at the old man on the bamboo chair quickly.

The old man on the bamboo chair seemed to be closing his eyes to recuperate, but the moment the sword of the flying sword messenger stabbed, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the sword with his right hand, which was a pitch-black right hand, and the end of the sword was less than three inches from the center of his eyebrows.

"Have you forgotten that I am a blacksmith who can tell stories?" the old man's eyes suddenly became sharp and gloomy.

"Are you the Guardian of the Ghost Gate?" the Flying Sword Messenger's pupils began to widen, and he remembered a person, this person came from the far Western Regions, he was a blacksmith, and he would create the most unique weapons in the rivers and lakes.

The Flying Sword Messenger wanted to withdraw his sword, but he saw that the hand that was grasping the sword stretched out a finger, and the finger fell off in an instant, like a sharp sword stabbing at him.

His sword was still in the old man's hand, and he used all his strength to withdraw his sword, but his sword seemed to merge with the old man's hand, making it impossible for him to dodge the flying fingers.

"I can make swords, and I can break swords, and it just so happens that you are using the sword I made today. This is a truth that the Flying Sword Messenger heard.

He once wanted to have a sword that shocked the rivers and lakes, but the Golden Killer gave him a sword without a scabbard, and told him that the owner of the sword was a master of crafting sharp weapons.

This person is the protector of the Ghost Gate, but he doesn't know that this master who can build sharp weapons can also crack swordsmanship.

The flying sword messenger saw that his sword began to bend, this terrible hand, slowly broke his sword, at this moment he also closed his eyes, he wanted to see how fast Li Qing's sword was, but from today he had no chance.

The moment the flying sword messenger fell, Li Qing saw a finger in the center of his eyebrows, this was an iron finger, and the old man's right hand was actually an iron hand.

Li Qing thought of Kuaishou Yuan Er, this Yuan Er also had an iron right hand, but the old man in front of him was not Kuaishou Yuan Er.

"I'm just a blacksmith in the Western Regions, and Yuan Er's iron hand gave me this idea," the old man slowly used his left hand to remove an iron glove from his right hand.

Li Qing now understands that the pitch-black hand he saw at the beginning was actually a glove made of iron, and the old man only wore the glove, and did not disappear his right hand.

"Why did you tell me this secret?" Li Qing wondered. He didn't understand it himself, it was a person's secret weapon, but the old man quickly told him the secret.

"You're not a stupid child, you should go see your friend, she's an unlucky person," the old man changed the subject abruptly, and pointed out the street with his fingers without iron hands.

Li Qing saw a car parked at the corner of the street, which was their carriage from Guzhou. Ah Chen took Ping'er with him, Ping'er must have had another accident, Li Qing immediately concluded.

"Young master, today I saw Yang Shan in the white-faced Langzhong," Ah Chen remembered his mistake, at the corner of that West Village street, Ah Chen saw that the person was Yang Shan, Yang Shan's sudden appearance made Ah Chen lose his guard, he remembered that the young master said that Yang Shan went to the Western Regions.

Now Ah Chen's words interrupted Li Qing's memories, and Li Qing finally knew who stole Ping'er, which was a secret that Yang Shan told him.

"That's not Yang Shan, Yang Shan and his wife have gone to the Western Regions," Li Qing's words were very sure, that afternoon he took Ping'er, hurried out of the city, handed Yang Shan a lot of silver tickets, and the grateful Yang Shan told him a story.

But the sensible Ah Chen doesn't understand now, since Yang Shan has gone to the Western Regions, who will he see?

"The person you saw is called Yang Chun, he is Yang Shan's younger brother, he should have a spring-like heart, but unfortunately he didn't, he has a jealous heart. Li Qing remembered Yang Shan's words.

At that moment, Li Qing saw Yang Shan's heart, he was originally a good man, for the sake of Zhao Yu, who he loved, he chose the rivers and lakes and chose the profession of killer.

"Yang Chun?" Ah Chen had never heard of this name.

"This is his name, no one in the rivers and lakes knows the existence of this person, he is also a Langzhong, but he is a Langzhong who will die, and he will also disguise himself. ”

"He's also the Silver Killer of Ghost Village?"

"No, this secret is only known to him, but Yang Shan told me that they are twin brothers, and this Yang Chun has a deep scheming. ”

"Miss Ping'er must be dangerous?" the sensible Ah Chen began to worry.

"No, their purpose is just to take Ping'er away, which is a condition to blackmail Young Master Li. Ah Chen heard a voice, which came from outside the door, and the person who spoke quickly walked into the room.

The sensible Ah Chen saw a familiar face, this was the old man Li Qing was looking for, he was carrying a pot of water in his hand, his steps were very fast, the pot of water was quickly put on the table in the room, he went to open the window of the room again, he seemed to be very familiar with this room.

"This is my room, but unfortunately after today, this place will not exist," the old man looked out the window at the weeping willow, which had been with him for a long time.

"Why?" The sensible Ah Chen is now starting to be ignorant, he is a blacksmith, this is his shop, and this should also be his home.

"The home of the Jianghu people is a wandering home, if Young Master Li can find here, other people can also find here, maybe tomorrow this place will be full of killing. The old man sighed softly out the window.

The old man turned around slowly, and what Li Qing saw at this moment was a melancholy face.