Mo Ming and Zhu Yinuo changed the inn to the south of the city, and the City Lord's Mansion gave an explanation about these explosions.

Intercepted a caravan and illegally transported gunpowder, it is not the Spring Festival, so it will not be used so much gunpowder, and it will be destroyed at one time if it is kept or a hidden danger.

This statement really has nothing to do with Gao Ming, hey gunpowder can't explode casually, since the city lord has said so, then it won't be discussed again.

Zhu Yinuo searched all the streets and alleys, but he really didn't find anyone who sold whetstones, and when he was depressed, he saw the woman he saw in the Xianju Xiaolou that day, with a silver armor and a red scarf carrying a tiger's head and a big knife.

This silver-armored woman is here, but Du Tong in the Dusk Cold Building is nowhere to be seen, isn't it a dead soul under the knife?

Zhu Yinuo put down the big bowl of tea, lifted the Shuanglong sword, and followed.

Since Bai Lu, who is in silver armor and red scarf, can make Du Tong as a corpse, where can he not feel Zhu Yinuo, who is not a third-rate swordsman. Bai Lu is still taking care of herself, Zhu Yinuo is unhurried,

Zhu Yinuo followed Bai Lu to a remote alley, Zhu Yinuo only followed Bai Lu all the way, and did not pay attention to the changes in the surrounding buildings.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Bai Lu's big and bright eyes were staring straight at him, the sun was just right in the daytime, but Zhu Yinuo felt a cool breeze.

"This, this, you saw me early?"

"I want to learn to follow your footsteps first, and then hide your shadow. ”

"Hide the shadows?"

Zhu Yinuo was a little puzzled, the footsteps can be removed, and the light and shadow change instantaneously, how can this be hidden? Without thinking about it, it should be a joke, he asked: "I see that the girl's silver knife is extremely sharp, do you know where to sell whetstones nearby?"

"Oh, isn't this a blacksmith's shop? It seems that you are not only clumsy in martial arts, but also have bad eyes. ”

Zhu Yinuo looked at the alley again, and there was indeed a "Lincheng Golden Scissors" written on the pennant, Zhu Yinuo stroked his chin, yo ha, the branches of the Golden Scissors have opened in the city that never sleeps, and this business can be done.

"If you just come to buy a whetstone, it won't be in the way, if you come to buy a whetstone as a gift for Zhongxihou, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it. ”

When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he frowned, good guy, does this look down on himself?

"If you don't believe me, ask for yourself. ”

Zhu Yinuo followed Bai Lu into the blacksmith shop of Golden Scissors, and there were several blacksmiths in the small shop, except for a casually dressed and even somewhat sloppy young man drinking tea and playing with a sheep slaughtering knife. A young man was muscular and shirtless, covered with spots of Mars, but his face was fair and handsome.

When he saw Zhu Yinuo and Bailu entering the store, he put down the hammer and greeted them with a smile. Who knew that he was not ready to pay attention to Zhu Yinuo at all, and said to Bai Lu Haha, wiping his hands with his apron: "Sister Bai is here, is there a gap in the knife to be repaired or is it an ordinary grinding?"

Zhu Yinuo was unhappy, he was obviously the owner of the money, but he was ignored, he coughed lightly.

When the young blacksmith heard this, he also looked at Zhu Yinuo, and he glanced at Zhu Yinuo, and the rest of the look was on the Shuanglong sword.

I heard him snort coldly and said, "Flashy, short hands and long white blades, many gems add weight, sweat and hands can't hold it." ”

When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he was angry, this was the first time someone had belittled his Shuanglong sword, seeing that Zhu Yinuo's face had changed, the young man did not change his words, and continued: "I know that you are covered with gold, and the gems are also of the first grade, and you are not making a scabbard, and it is not beneficial to use these things on the sword." ”

"You rough man in the mountains, how can you judge Xiao Wang's sword, and you can also use the golden scissors in the city, but you can't see that this is the sword of the old man Feng Yezi, a first-class craftsman in Jinling, and it is really a blind man who uses pearls as projectiles. ”

The young man was not angry, but laughed, laughed a few times, and saw Bai Lu frowning and glaring, so he retracted, and said: "Is it difficult to guess which old hen is under the eggs while eating eggs?"

"He buys whetstones. Bai Lu paused for a moment and continued, "For the city lord." ”

When the young man heard this, he understood, and when he entered the back room, the blacksmiths also stopped what they were doing, and looked at Zhu Yinuo one by one, as if they were different. Not long after, the young man came out, holding a broken wooden box, and when he opened it, it was a square stone no different from a brick, the only difference was that the brick was divided into two halves, half green on the left and half yellow on the right.

"Don't make fun of me. ”

"How dare you, I angered Xiao Wang, how dare I open this small shop. ”

Zhu Yinuo didn't bother to talk to his buddy, and asked directly: "How much money?"

Zhu Yinuo was about to pay for it, but the young man directly stretched out a finger and spit out a few words: "One thousand taels!"

Zhu Yinuo was dumbfounded, and asked angrily: "One thousand taels, what are you robbing the money? One thousand taels for a broken stone!"

"How many silver taels does the little prince think the sword in your hand is?" Seeing that Zhu Yinuo didn't answer, the young blacksmith took the silver-white big knife from Bai Lu's back and put it on the table, took out a small silver hammer from his apron, knocked it lightly on the blade a few times, listened close to it with his ear, and frowned, "Sister Bai, it seems that your knife can't be used, why don't you change the knife?"

Zhu Yinuo sneered: "Sure enough, the profiteer, just look at it and say that there is something wrong with other people's swords, and the knife may be scrapped, so he fools others to buy new swords and new swords." ”

Bai Lu said coldly: "Xiao Feng never asks me for money. ”

Zhu Yinuo was stunned for a moment and had nothing to say.

Xiao Feng asked Zhu Yinuo again: "I said Xiao Wang, do you want to buy it or not, if you don't buy it, leave quickly, don't mistake me for work." ”

A mouthful of a small king, Zhu Yinuo didn't have the heart to be angry with this stubble now, and muttered in his heart, one thousand taels, one thousand taels, he can buy ten adult war horses and ten cubs in Jinling, and a broken stone costs a thousand taels. Snorted coldly a few times and went out.

He was angry all the way, just like a swinger brother who lost his monthly money in a bet, and returned to the inn, Mo Ming didn't ask anything, but he understood everything.

"How much do you have to sell for that stone, and you're so unhappy?"

"It's the same price as Xiao Feichen!"

Mo Ming almost didn't choke on the pastry, so he quickly drank two sips of water and slowed down, looked at Zhu Yinuo, and was relieved to see that he hadn't bought the stone back.

If you really buy a horse, even if it costs two hundred taels of silver, it is not a problem.

Speaking of this little flying dust, it was given by Zhu Yinuo when he was ten years old, a thousand taels of silver, the only one.

The good horse has just grown up, and it is not under the sweat and blood of Daye, who is no more than a hundred horses.

There is a truth that the best products in the world are expensive, but a whetstone is worth a BMW, and it is indeed distressing.

"Mo Ming, then why don't we go to find Zhongxihou?"

Mo Ming shook his head, took another sip of warm water, and said, "That's it, it's not etiquette to be empty-handed, and it's not worth spending that money." Yinuo, not long after you left, Lord Gu came to me, and they are going to go back to Jinling tomorrow, why don't you go back together?"

Zhu Yinuo thought about it for a long time, and he remembered who Lord Gu was. is the stammering diplomatic envoy under Zhu Jiannan, who is not as tall as a small-footed daughter-in-law, and looks like a harlequin in the play, which is quite interesting.

"Oh, it's strange, why did the second brother let them come to the city that never sleeps? But I haven't figured out if that thing is in Zhongxihou place······"

"It's better to go back first, you tell me what pill on the way, and I'll send someone back to the city that never sleeps to check around." Mo Ming paused and added, "Before I left home, in addition to your aunt, your sister-in-law also whispered in my ear, this city never sleeps, and it will be better to come back in the future." ”

Zhu Yinuo's eyes rolled, it was indeed too long and too long to see the little cat from his aunt and the Mo family, can he go back to Mo County first?

Zhu Yinuo had no choice but to pray that his uncle, the current Mo Yu Sword Commander, would just leave the rivers and lakes when he returned to Mo County. Otherwise, I don't know how I will be punished, whether it is three hours of Zama step or three hours of sword lifting, but don't write the sword trick for three hours······

Thinking about it, Zhu Yinuo laughed and nodded in response: "It seems that the Zen machine has not arrived, so let's go back to Lincheng first." ”

Seeing Zhu Yinuo's stupidity, Mo Ming couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In the blacksmith shop, Xiao Feng didn't make any more moves on the tiger's head knife, he cooked two bowls of fine noodles and heated a pot of rice wine and sat in the back room with Bai Lu. Obviously, this kind of simple fine noodle broth is more appetizing to Bai Lu than the beef buns in the city.

Xiao Feng poured two bowls of wine, served one by himself, took a sip, and asked, "Sister Bai, I'm afraid it's time ······to listen to the sound of the knife."

Bai Lu nodded, she didn't touch the rice wine that Xiaofeng poured for her, just take a look, it's interesting, in the Central Plains, drinking hot rice wine in winter is a great enjoyment, but in this western place, you can also drink hot rice wine at night to warm your stomach and drive away the cold. "I still need a little bit of time. ”

"Sister Bai, it's been almost seven years, and it's not a way for you to toss like this. ”

Bai Lu still nodded, she understood what Xiao Feng was going to say and how she was going to persuade her, so she used this way to make Xiao Feng unable to go on. Bai Lu put down his chopsticks, his eyes stared directly at Xiao Feng, this strong-blooded Western man, his face turned red all of a sudden, and his shy appearance was really interesting.

"I've found him and I need a little bit of time. ”

"Sister Bai, don't, don't look at me like this, look like this, look at me like this, blame the embarrassing, embarrassed, weird ······"

"Give me half a year. ”

Xiao Feng calmed down, put down his chopsticks, raised the tiger-headed silver knife, and closed his eyes with his ears against the blade to listen carefully to the sound of the knife. The sound of the knife was wonderful, for it was made of hard silver better than copper and iron, and soft silver like silk on the inside, and it was said that it had been cast for seven years. Seven years, what a coincidence.

Xiao Feng thought about it sadly, drank the bowl of rice wine poured for Bai Lu, sighed, with a western accent, and said, "If you temper, you can last for a year······

"The edge of the knife cannot be collected. ”

Xiao Feng was a little embarrassed, frowned and continued: "Yes, but this knife, you can draw the knife at most, four times." If you don't return to the furnace and meet a real master, this knife will be drawn up to four times, and I am afraid that it will never be used again. ”

Bai Lu's slender fingers lightly pressed on the blade of the silver knife, four times, although this treasure knife is not his perennial match, but it is indeed a good knife that is kind to others. Such a sword is used to kill, and it is really a crime, so let it be four times.

Bai Lu nodded, without hesitation, his voice was flat, and said, "Help me sharpen the blade, maybe I will use it once in the next few days." ”

Xiao Feng did so, although he is a knife maker and a knife sharpener, but he is not like other knife makers or knife makers, he regards knives as his life, and loves knives obsessively.

A good knife should have its use, a kitchen knife should be used to cut vegetables and chop meat, a razor should be used to cut hair and shave, and a butcher knife should naturally be used to kill cattle and sheep.

A killing knife like Night Cry should be used to maintain dignity.

The most regrettable thing is that it is not a broken knife, but a knife that is hidden in a box as a treasure and enshrined in the ancestral hall, with an incomparably sharp blade, but does nothing. A few times, Xiao Feng was also curious about what Bai Lu was going to do with night crying, and what could make a swordsman do it at the cost of breaking his love knife.

"I'll come back in a month. ”

Xiao Feng nodded, and watched Bai Lu leave, and before Bai Lu left the house, he chased him out, holding a rotten wooden box.

"Sister Bai, this is for you. ”

When I opened it, there was a Tang knife that looked like a Tang knife, and it was a little more arc than a horizontal knife. If it is regarded as a goose feather knife, it is a little narrower. Xiao Feng also saw Bai Lu's doubts, and said softly: "For self-defense, if you are not in danger, it is better not to use it." ”

Bai Lu didn't ask much, accepted the knife, and left on his own.