Volume 2: Forbidden City, Jianghu and Imperial Court Chapter 3: Buying a Sword
Lu Xiaofeng was flying over the roofs.
This young man, who was well-known in the contemporary martial arts world, might not be described as handsome, but he was definitely very good-looking. And he had the kind of look that made people feel calm, comfortable, and happy.
This is a good-looking face that does not arouse envy, so it is easy for both men and women to become his friends.
But now, there was an expression on this face that was as stiff as iron and as heavy as dead water.
Anyone in this world who realizes that he has been deceived by his best friend and that his confidante has been put in an extremely dangerous situation will probably feel the same way, or even express it worse than him.
Lu Xiaofeng now only hopes that he doesn't go too late.
This person was like a swallow flying over the water, occasionally tapping the tiles with his feet, so light and agile that no sound was made. The seven or eight sentries arranged by Jin Jiuling on the roofs were unable to stop him at all. He even suspected that the fleeting shadow was just his illusion.
He finally arrived at the shabby old street, jumped over the roof of the paper-hanging shop, turned gently on the eaves at the back, and landed in a very hidden and exquisite courtyard.
The two maids serving at the steps were extremely surprised to see a man flying down from the sky.
Lu Xiaofeng didn't care about their expressions and jumped towards those houses.
But suddenly a silver light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and then he heard a strong and violent sound coming from the house over there.
Jin Jiuling fell out of the room, flew backwards more than two feet, and fell to the ground. His new brocade robe was covered with dust, and a stain of blood spread on his right shoulder and arm .
Lu Xiaofeng paused and turned his head to look.
The silver light just now turned out to be an embroidery needle.
In the hands of the Embroidery Thief Jin Jiuling once broke the Iron Palm Kung Fu of Jiang Zhongwei, the steward of the royal palace, who was in charge of the southeast, and blinded his eyes. It also once destroyed the reputation of Chang Mantian, the chief escort who had a first-class reputation and first-class martial arts, with just one move.
But today, when Jin Jiuling was attacking with the embroidery needle in his hand, he was knocked back. The needle pierced into the palm of his right hand, penetrated his entire right arm, tore through his muscles and bones, pierced out from his right shoulder, and shot onto the wall dozens of steps away.
The needle was mostly embedded in the wall, with only the tip of the needle sticking out.
Lu Xiaofeng took a look and found that the needle tip, which had suffered such a strong impact, had not broken. He turned his head towards the room and locked his eyes on the young man who was sitting between the fragrant bed and the red table among the three people in the room.
The young man held a strange weapon in his hand that looked like an iron whip and a hammer.
Did he use this weapon to make the embroidery needle shoot backwards? Lu Xiaofeng thought to himself.
"Who are you?!"
Jin Jiuling struggled to get up from the ground. His romantic and self-admiring demeanor was completely thrown out of the window. His face was full of disbelief and resentment. "Who are you? How did you know about my plan? How could you... defeat me with one move?"
Jin Jiuling could accept that a wonderful crime was ruined by a man of unknown origin, but he was arrogant and was known as the best master of the Six Gates in 300 years. He boasted that if they really fought, Lu Xiaofeng would be inferior to him. So how could he accept being seriously injured by a single blow?
Moreover, Jin Jiuling saw clearly that the man did not use any weapon at all, he just waved his palm with his bare hands.
Could it be that the arm was made of black iron, which could actually block the sharp needle that he infused with 100% of his true strength?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Jin Jiuling spat out another mouthful of blood. Seeing a piece of blood falling to the ground, he was shocked to realize that when the embroidery needle pierced his right arm, the force from the needle had affected 70% of his meridians. At this time, his internal strength was constantly dissipating and he even had difficulty moving.
Fang Yunhan ignored him completely, waved his hand to unblock all of Xue Bing's acupoints, walked out of the room, and looked at Lu Xiaofeng first.
Lu Xiaofeng's two mustaches are indeed like his eyebrows. "Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows" is indeed a very obvious feature.
Fang Yunhan combined the change in Xue Bing's expression just now and was able to confirm the identity of this person. He chuckled and said, "Since the person who was originally investigating this case is here, I believe you already know who the real murderer is."
"This matter is over, we will meet again later."
Fang Yunhan was about to leave, but Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly called out, "Wait a minute, you're the one who solved this big case, could you please leave your name?"
Fang Yunhan stopped and asked curiously, "Shouldn't you be concerned about Miss Xue first?"
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned and immediately went to see Xue Bing.
He was extremely anxious when he came here just now. He felt that there was only one goal left in the world that could make him run for his life. At that time, there was only Xue Bing in his heart and eyes.
But when he got here, he couldn't help but pay attention to other things.
When Xue Bing first met Lu Xiaofeng, her heart was filled with indescribable ecstasy, but when she saw where Lu Xiaofeng looked at for the first time, her joy was instantly reduced by 70%. At this moment, her expression was extremely complicated and tense.
"Ha, my name is Fang Yunhan. Goodbye."
Fang Yunhan walked out of the courtyard.
Xue Bing suddenly shouted, "Wait, wherever you go, I want to go too."
As she used her Qing Kung Fu to climb over the high wall, she glanced at Lu Xiaofeng.
Lu Xiaofeng had no choice but to stay where he was with a wry smile, watching Xue Bing float out of the yard like a white and soft cloud.
The only people left in the yard were Lu Xiaofeng, two friends who had betrayed him, and two maids.
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Fang Yunhan was leaving, and Xue Bing had no way of catching up. A moment later, he had arrived at a more prosperous area in the city and walked into a clothing store alone.
Since the character templates have been changed, he naturally changes his clothes first.
She changed out of the jade crown, gold embroidered belt, white robe and brocade boots for a coarse blue robe.
His waist was tied with a grey cloth belt. He had black , most of which was tied behind his head with a thin hemp rope. A strand of long hair hung down in front of his shoulders on each side of his temples.
Fang Yunhan walked out of the clothing store, weighing the still heavy purse in his hand, and muttered, "I still need a sword."
Yan Nantian is known as the best swordsman in the world. Some people say, "No hero can withstand a single blow from him."
How can we be close to his image without a sword?
So Fang Yunhan went to find a blacksmith shop.
"Sword forging?" The blacksmith was a weather-beaten man in his thirties with a short beard. He had the sturdy and honest look of a blacksmith. He shook his head and said, "We have never forged swords here. We only sell farm tools, hatchets, kitchen knives, horseshoes and the like. I'm afraid the result won't suit your taste."
"It's okay." Fang Yunhan looked at the farm tools hanging on the wall in the shop and said, "Just hammer it into a sword shape like you would a hatchet."
The blacksmith saw the other person's attire and guessed that he was not a serious hero, but just wanted a sword to show off his power. So he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll make you a three-foot-long sword. I happen to have a similarly long hatchet blank here. I can make it tonight and sharpen the blade tomorrow. You can come and get it the day after tomorrow morning."
"The day after tomorrow morning?" Fang Yunhan said, "If we don't sharpen the blade, can we shorten the time?"
"You'll need to install a hilt, carve a scabbard and so on. Come get it tonight." The blacksmith became more and more certain that the other party was just pretending, and he felt a little relieved.
For ordinary people, even if they have to deal with gangsters, it is better than dealing with those gangsters whose hands are really covered in blood.
Fang Yunhan nodded, paid the deposit, and found the busiest inn to stay in temporarily.
After booking a room, he ordered a few side dishes and a pot of wine in the lobby of the inn, ready to listen to whether the guests here would talk about any gossip.
When it was dusk and the food and wine were almost gone, Fang Yunhan didn't hear any interesting news, but he did hear Lu Xiaofeng, who came and sat down without being invited.
