It's winter.

Overnight, the air had plummeted to freezing cold, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the ground of the Crow Swamp.

Wang Gou slowly walked on the way to the large gathering place, he was not in a hurry at all, because there were still two full years before the true qi amount reached the requirement.

He hadn't made plans for the whole time yet.

It is estimated that it will only take a few days to test the first-class meridian environment, and it is estimated that it will take only half a month to add the newly harvested martial arts to the acupoint research plan.

Excluding the time of these two plans, let alone two years, there is still a gap of three or four months before the next operation of the Raven Order.

Wang Gou's initial plan was to collect basic information on martial arts practice in the remaining three or four months, not martial arts skills, but information about martial arts practice at the peak level and above.

It is estimated that this information will not be available to small sects and small sects, think about it, the Bow Jiao Gang does not even have first-class martial arts, so at least the sects that once had first-class peak masters only have this information.

These sects are nothing more than the ten major sects and royal families, and Wang Gou has not yet had enough news to find the most suitable target.

......

A large western gathering place in the Crow Marshes.

Today's sunlight is blocked by clouds, and the surrounding walls and buildings reveal a slightly cold hue.

There didn't seem to be a hint of wind in the air, so the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees stood quietly without a hint of swaying.

And even in winter, the shops and vendors in the city are as numerous as ever, and all kinds of people come in and out endlessly, but there is a little less noise.

The gate on the edge of the western wall.

Among the crowd entering the city was a figure dressed entirely in gray, with his head and limbs covered in white bandage-like cloth, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

This is Wang Gou.

At this time, he had scissors and a strong bow hanging on his back, and the two hidden weapons were still on the inside of his coat.

Two knives hung side by side on his waist again, and at this time he was no longer afraid of revealing his previous identity, and it was completely within his plan to expose his identity!

Of course, it is not only to reveal the identity of the double sword again, but also because when encountering a large number of non-first-class masters, bows and arrows and hidden weapons are consumable items, which are inconvenient to recover in battle.

Although he can also use fist and foot skills, he can win under the combination of five or six second-rate peaks, but the lethality of the double knife is obviously stronger.

The most important thing is that the double knife flow is faster, and it does not need to be so vulgar as touching the enemy with hands and feet, and it is more elegant and decent to kill people.

After entering the city, no one paid attention to him, after all, the three lists were not very valued here, and the three lists were mainly circulated in the major sects and organizations outside.

Most people only remember the master list and some of the characters on the strange list, for example, the poison doctor in the strange list is as memorable as the first-class peak masters on the master list.

After all, in the martial arts, the sword has no eyes, and when people are always injured and sick, a famous doctor is also very popular with people, even if it is a poison doctor.

In fact, the poison doctor was a member of the crow organization, and Wang Gou knew it when he saw it, it was a rickety old man wearing a hat and a mask, a first-class master, and from the upper half of his face, it seemed that his life expectancy was not much.

Judging from some of the deeds that Wang Gou knows, most first-class masters can almost maintain their faces at about 40 years old when they are less than 100 years old, and some of them will only look a little older when they enter the first-class level.

For example, the ghost knife, according to some of the deeds of the ghost knife described by Qing Tong, the ghost knife was already a first-class master thirty years ago, so the current age of the ghost knife is estimated to be 100 years old, but the appearance looks like a middle-aged person in his thirties.

With the old state of a poison doctor, Wang Gou estimated that he was 200 years old

......

After finding a shopkeeper in the city and asking for some information for a few taels of silver, Wang Gou went straight to a location.

In the process, some people finally noticed Wang Gou's dress, including the shopkeeper on the terrace on the third floor of a certain restaurant, and after looking at Wang Gou for a while, he immediately went out of the building and walked briskly somewhere in the city.

Wang Gou eventually reached a boundary in the city.

There are a large number of blacksmith shops of various kinds on both sides of the street, and the sound of ironwork is constantly intertwined, and this is an area where blacksmiths are concentrated in the city.

It is said that at the present scale, there is still an endless stream of orders for weapons in the city, resulting in the blacksmith shops often working overtime, and the sound of striking iron never stops for a day in all seasons.

Wang Gou found the largest blacksmith shop and walked in, and as soon as he stepped into the threshold, a guy who had been staring at the door immediately rushed up to meet him, and his eyes paused when he saw the double knives behind Wang Gou.

But then he recovered immediately, and then smiled very enthusiastically:

"Guest officer, please come in! Guest officer, please come in!"

"We're the fastest weapon maker in the city, and we're a master at crafting all kinds of weapons."

“......”

As he spoke, the man who followed behind saw Wang Gou leisurely and casually walked to the long table on the other side of the shop, looking at the small piles of sand and stones on the table.

Seeing this, the guy immediately changed his words and introduced fluently:

"Guest, our sand and gravel are the most abundant in the city."

"We have four types of gravel, three clods of soil"

"It can meet the needs of all kinds of plants and trees and the construction of buildings"

"Not long ago, Wankemen's place the largest sand and gravel order of the year, which is used to fill the quagmire on the edge of the sect."

Listening to the enthusiastic introduction of the guys around him, Wang Gou felt that it was very similar to the enthusiastic sales of the salesman when he entered the mall when he was a child, but the customers and salespeople he saw when he grew up were a little Buddhist.

The long table, about three meters long, rests against the wall and is topped by seven piles of 30 centimeters of sand or earth.

Wang Gou pinched some sand and gravel with a few fingers and rubbed it, and internally assessed the hardness, particle shape and size of the sand and gravel.

After nodding slightly, Wang Gou walked to a spare iron stove inside, twisting up the sand and gravel in a sand pit for cooling and grinding weapons.

Then Wang Gou looked at the guy and asked:

"Is there any special sand and gravel here, such as dark iron sand?"

The man looked puzzled, and then went back:

"This villain really doesn't know"

"But please wait, the shopkeeper happens to be in the store today, I'll ask the shopkeeper."

Then the guy walked quickly to the backyard behind the shop, and Wang Gou walked to the door of the shop and looked around casually.

After a while, a slightly wealthy middle-aged man walked out of the backyard, followed by the previous buddy.

The middle-aged man looked fat, but he always had a kind and smile on his face, and when he came out, he saw Wang Gou and greeted him with a smile:

"Guest, thank you for coming."

"We can find almost any sand and gravel you want, and dark iron sand is of course available!"

"It's just that because dark iron sand is not commonly used, there are less than thirty catties in the store now."

"I wonder how much you want, officer?"

Of course, Wang Gou knew that dark iron sand was rarely used, because it was a poisonous sand, and only people with special needs to make weapons would pay more attention to this kind of sand.

And Wang Gou needs this kind of sand and gravel because it is an auxiliary thing recorded in the iron sand palm martial arts.

Then Wang Gou replied casually:

"Let's take it all, plus thirty catties of each of these two kinds of sand and gravel."

Wang Gou pointed to the two piles of sand and gravel on the long table again, and the fat shopkeeper waved his hand to the guy behind him after hearing this:

"Go! Pack it up for the customer"

So the man walked to the backyard again, and when he saw the man leaving, the shopkeeper said to Wang Gou:

"Although dark iron sand is not uncommon, the origin is very far away, and it is rarely collected"

"Coupled with its special effect, it is worth ten taels of gold, what do you think?

Wang Gou replied with a hint of satisfaction:

"No problem"

The shopkeeper asked kindly:

"Do you need anything else? If you need more dark iron sand or other sand and gravel, we can send someone to deliver it from afar, and it will only take less than half a month to deliver it to the city."

"In terms of weapon crafting and sand and gravel supply, we are also one of the best shops in town."

Wang Gou responded briefly:

"No, that's enough"

Glimpsing Wang Gou casually looking around inside and outside the store, the shopkeeper looked at Wang Gou's double knives and his eyes flashed slightly, and then he still regained his kind expression and looked in the direction of the backyard.

After the man came out of the backyard with three large cloth bags, Wang Gou gave the gold to the shopkeeper and took the three bags.

Before, I saw that the gang was walking with nearly 100 catties of sand and gravel, but the pace was not chaotic, and it seemed that he was also a person who practiced martial arts.

After that, Wang Gou walked out of the store directly with three bags in his right hand.

Not long after Wang Gou left, the guy in front of the door looked at the shopkeeper:

"Shopkeeper ......"

The shopkeeper raised his hand to stop the man's words, and said in a gentle voice:

"We should not have anything to do with this person, not a friend or an adversary"

Then the shopkeeper sighed again:

"I guess something will happen later"