After a while, Qi Ling picked up his pen and fell, and he had already drawn what he wanted to build on the pale yellow drawing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But it was seen that Lao Liu's head was big for a while, and the picture was full of small parts, but Qi Ling marked the size very strictly, and it turned out that the picture was like a disassembled pistol 'Desert Eagle'!

Lao Liu looked at the strange thing in front of him, and he didn't show surprise when he asked, "This can't be the kind of thing you asked you to build with cold iron last time called 'Barrett' or something!"

Qi Ling laughed and said, "Clever, but it's called the Desert Eagle, you can help me make two of this black iron!

Lao Liu looked at the desert eagle on the picture and then spoke: "It should be enough for this size." ”

Out of Lao Liu's Liu Eighteen Iron Shop, Qi Ling took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a step in a small square, looking like a standard little hooligan.

Thinking about today's events, Qi Ling wanted to laugh a little, he really had nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it didn't take any effort to get it! Compared to before, for that piece of cold iron, he had worked hard to get a piece, who would have thought that he would be so lucky today, and actually picked up such a piece of black iron, hahaha! It's just happy to think about it.

He smoked a cigarette, hummed a tune that others didn't understand, and walked leisurely down the street.

Lao Liu is a famous blacksmith in this Wangjia Town, the technique of striking iron is miraculous, like a general knife, under his hands is just a few "bangs", no more, no less, eighteen hammers will be a piece of iron into a good knife out, so it also got the nickname "Liu Eighteen".

Unconsciously, Qi Ling actually came to the east of the town, and he happened to see Lao Zhang's chestnut shop, but now it is a person who has gone to the empty building, and things are not people!

Qi Ling still remembered that he used to eat the fried chestnuts of the old Zhang family, and the taste was really not much different from what was sold on the earth, and even surpassed.

Looking at the closed shop door and the signboard that had been drooped down, the words 'Lao Zhang Lizi' were half-hung on the door beam. Regardless of the wind and rain, there was a 'squeak' sound, as if it would fall down in the next second, but the busy figures of Lao Zhang and Xiaohong could no longer be seen at the same time.

Qi Ling spat out a puff of smoke and was about to raise his feet to leave, but he inadvertently saw a man with a long sword on his back in the bustling crowd on the street, looking at Lao Zhang's shop in a daze.

He saw that the man was also carrying a burden on his back, and his expression was full of grief and bitterness. "Maybe it's some relative of the old Zhang family?"

The man saw what he was looking like now. He looked very sad, Qi Ling looked at him twice, and he didn't plan to go up and talk to him. Shaking his head, he walked away.

What he didn't see was that the man behind him took a deep breath, turned around and left, disappearing into the vast sea of people.

For this kind of thing of Lao Zhang Xiaohong, Qi Ling doesn't want to get involved now, the law of nature is the law of nature, especially in this fiercely competitive cultivation realm, I don't know how many such things happen every day.

A family like the Wang family. In this Dongzhou, or even in this Middle-earth Divine Prefecture, I don't know how many! He just wants to live his life comfortably and comfortably.

Maybe it seems that as long as others don't bully him and ride on his head, maybe they won't move, right?

Qi Ling looked at his current self. He didn't know what he was living for, "Qi Ling, Qi Ling, you are a special soldier of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, why have you become so indifferent now?"

Is this really still you? Where are you who used to defend the country and help the people with your actions?"

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, did he change the world?

Maybe only the one under the dark night is the real self!

After walking around the street for a while, Qi Ling really felt a little hungry, and touched the few spirit stones left in his pocket, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's really like making money like picking up soil with a needle, and spending money is like water washing sand!"

This money is really fast to disperse, if you let the bitter Wang Qi know that Qi Ling thinks so. It was estimated that he was so angry that he vomited blood and hated: "Why do you have such a job of covering your face and reaching out to take the money, what can come faster than this robbery to get money?"

Qi Ling took the money and went directly to the most famous 'Yipinxiang' here, ready to eat and drink a meal.

Of course, the most important thing is that in the conversations with the various diners of 'Yi Pin Xiang', he can learn some of the things he wants to know. "Ouch~ Qi Ye, what kind of wind blew you here?"

In the past five years, Qi Ling has come to this 'Yipinxiang' from time to time to make a meal, and even the shopkeeper has already known him. He went up to the second floor, picked a table in the middle of the lobby, ordered a few dishes, and sat down.

Qi Ling didn't smoke, just held the tea on the table that didn't cost money, drank quietly, listened to the noisy various conversations, quietly observed the diners in the store, and quietly listened to the various things they talked about.

It's time for lunch. The business in the store was a good time, there were many people sitting upstairs and downstairs, Qi Ling was drinking tea, and just happened to hear someone discussing at the dining table on the left with two tables apart. "Recently, somehow a Jiangyang thief has appeared, robbing houses and houses in this town, doing everything, and specializing in robbing the rich......"

Qi Ling raised his eyebrows, glanced at the source of the voice, it was four middle-aged men who looked like businessmen, and then he heard another person say one after another: "Isn't that right? I went to Wang's house to deliver goods the day before yesterday, what do you guess I heard?"

The other three looked at the man who spoke, a little curious. The man lowered his voice and looked mysterious. And the crowd was whetted by him, and they came close to him.

"What do you see? ”

The man lowered his voice, glanced left and right, and then said in a low voice: "I heard a member of the Wang family say that even Wang Qi, the seventh son of the Wang family, was robbed by others!"

Hearing this, the corners of Qi Ling's mouth hooked slightly, and he continued to drink tea quietly.

"What? How is this possible? That Seventh Prince Wang is a master of cultivating immortals in the Qi cultivation period! Who is it that someone has such great courage and such great ability, and dares to rob him? Not to mention the Wang family behind him, and even a few powerful disciples in the Qianyun Sect. ”

That's right, if you offend the Wang family, isn't it, ---- you look for death by playing a lantern in the dung pit?"

The three of them obviously didn't believe what the man said, and looked at each other. And the man didn't care, and shrugged his shoulders with his hands outstretched.

"Believe it or not, that's what I've heard anyway. ”

At this time, Qi Ling saw a person coming up to the second floor, and he felt a little familiar, it was the young man who appeared at the door of Lao Zhang's chestnut shop in the east of the town before.

The man looked melancholy, found a table next to the window, and sat down, the business in the shop was very lively, and no one seemed to notice this strange man, everyone should still eat and drink.