When Jiang He was doubting life behind him.
Yang Gang, who was walking side by side with Jiang Jiang, suddenly said:
"It seems like your brother has been following us?"
The corners of Jiang Jiang's mouth melted away in an instant, and she coldly licked the sugar painting on her hand.
Said: "It's okay...I'll break his legs when I get back."
Yang Gang: "..."
Break his legs when you get back so you won't waste time tracking him next time? What an enviable brother-sister relationship!
After a while.
The two came to Chengxifanggong Street, an old alley.
The sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang" is endless, and the sounds of each blacksmith shop seem to strike out some strange rhythm.
"This street is not simple!" A strange color flashed in Yang Gang's eyes.
Jiang Jiang led Yang Gang through the alley filled with iron-colored sewage.
Finally, we came to the end of the alley, to a shop with only half of its plaque left.
[无煅....] The remaining two words are also shaky, and even the door is in tatters.
"Fanggong Street Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, brings together craftsmen from all over the world to exchange ideas. This alley is called Tianhuo Alley, and most of the blacksmiths there are masters of craftsmanship, and they are arrogant. But there is no military forging..."
'Crunch~'
The closed door suddenly opened.
"Commander Jiang is finally here, please come in quickly." The person who came was a muscular man, but he looked flattering when he saw Jiang Jiang.
Arrogant?
Yang Gang was confused.
He followed Jiang Jiang into Wu Xuan's military workshop.
Suddenly a hot breath hit his face.
There are various blacksmithing tools, stoves, quenching pools, and swords, guns and halberds on the wall shelves.
In the yard, an old man was sunbathing on a deck chair with a cigarette stick in his mouth, as if he hadn't seen anyone coming.
He seems to have a somewhat noble temperament.
"The knife Commander Jiang asked for has been prepared. Wait a moment, Old Tie. I'll go get it right now." The man named Tie turned around and left. Yang Gang silently looked at his back, Zhen Gang realm...
Does a man who is a blacksmith have the realm of Zhen Gang? Then how much are the weapons they produced worth?
The old man basking in the sun in the courtyard couldn't be the Yuanshen Grandmaster, right?
Shengjing is worthy of being the core of the ten directions of the earth, making all the tribes of the mountains and seas bow their heads. A subordinate branch of Doubi includes Jiang Shusheng, Hanxiang and other Yuanshen masters.
In any blacksmith shop, there is also a suspected master of the soul.
Could it be that the leader of the Dou Department, the Lord Dou Mu, is a powerful figure in the fairyland?
After a while.
The man surnamed Tie came out holding a long knife with a black handle and golden patterns engraved on the blade.
'Black knife with gold pattern'
Yang Gang's heart moved.
This knife is very similar to the gold-patterned black knife he used in the North, and it is obviously custom-made. But he clearly told Jiang Jiang last night that he wanted to buy a knife...
"Commander Jiang, the sword you want has been made overnight by Tie. Chenghui... ten taels of silver." The man surnamed Tie held the sword in both hands and said respectfully in front of Yang Gang. But when he said 'build overnight', the muscles on his face visibly twitched.
There seemed to be some bruises on the left cheek of the thick black eye.
"Twelve..."
Yang Gang immediately understood what was going on.
His original intention was just to buy a slightly better weapon.
And this knife is obviously well-made, and it comes from the craftsmanship of Tianhuo Lane... Even if it is made of ordinary iron, it costs more than ten taels of silver.
Forced buying and selling?
With Jiang Jiang's temperament, he most likely has already paid most of the money in advance.
Giving him the remaining ten taels... it can be said that he has good intentions!
Just looking at the arrogant look on the man named Tie, he must have been asked to work overnight.
"Is this...appropriate?" Yang Gang turned to look at Jiang Jiang.
The woman wearing the evil mask lowered her head and rubbed the ground with her toes, as if she didn't hear anything.
The memory of his weapon breaking on Tian Dao's chest in his previous life on Sifang City is still vivid in his mind. How could she let Yang Gang use an ordinary weapon again?
If there is a chance in the future, she would even like to invite a Yuanshen master to forge a black sword with golden patterns for Yang Gang.
"It's suitable. Why isn't it suitable? It's an honor for the shop to make weapons for the young master!" Upon hearing this, the man hurriedly stuffed the black knife with gold patterns into Yang Gang's arms, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't want it.
His face looked like he couldn't wait to see the guest off right away.
"Okay....Thanks."
Yang Gang hesitated for a moment and sighed helplessly.
He took out ten taels of silver and handed it to the man, took the gold-patterned black knife, and left Wu Xuan Arms with Jiang Jiang.
Wait for the two of them to leave.
The man named Tie turned around and closed the door, letting out a long sigh of relief.
"Is the person gone?"
The old man in the yard put down his cigarette pipe and slowly turned his face. There was also a bruise on his right cheek.
"Go far, Master!"
"Ouch, it hurts me to death... That fierce little evil spirit bullied the old man into not being good at attacking. Ouch~~ It's just, it's just too much bullying..."
The man named Tie: "..."
Who looks down on Zhen Gang and wants to show off to others first?
After Yang Gang and Jiang Jiang left Fanggong Street.
We went to a cloth store together again and ordered two sets of clothes to wear at night.
It was already noon.
The two had lunch together, and then went into a rouge and gouache shop called 'Shili Piaoxiang'.
I stayed there all afternoon and didn't come out.
Jiang He, who was following secretly behind, was shocked, and his outlook on life was subverted time and time again.
They went shopping, bought weapons, bought clothes, had meals together...even...they even went into a rouge shop together and stayed there all afternoon!
Jiang Jiang, she, she, she...when has she ever used rouge and gouache in this life?
Now you are willing to wear red makeup for a man you just met a few days ago?
No!
This is impossible!
It's a pity that Jiang He waited until night fell and the lights came on, but he didn't see the two people coming out of the Rouge Shop.
"No! They've already sneaked away!"
Jiang He's expression changed, and then he fell into thinking.
What do couples usually do in the evening after going shopping, eating, and shopping?
suddenly.
His expression changed completely.
"Yang Gang - you dare!"
…
As night falls, the lanterns come on.
Sanyelou is a brothel that was originally very inconspicuous on Yanliu Street in Shengjing. There are only three girls in the whole building, Yinye, Ziye, and Hongye, who are prostitutes who are not prostitutes.
But since last month, after the previous generation of Miss Hongye retired to be a good person, the new Miss Hongye's piano skills shocked Yanliu Street, attracting countless high-rollers and young men to visit.
Rumor has it that she is as cold and arrogant as ice and snow, and even if a benefactor spends a lot of money to redeem her life, she will not be moved. He only wanted to find a good family for the rest of his life and live an ordinary life of raising a husband and raising children.
Such a beautiful woman, whose thoughts are clear and untainted, makes people want to conquer her heart even more.
then.
High-rollers and famous princes from all over the world flocked to the place, and Miss Hongye's value kept rising again and again, to one hundred taels, five hundred taels, one thousand taels... In the end, there were still many people who couldn't make the cut.
We can only change the rules and ask the price at the opening of the auction every night, which made the owner of Sanye Building smile crookedly.
Tonight, Sanye Tower is extremely lively again.
At this time.
The boy in front of the door welcomed two special guests.
The person currently wearing a golden mask and white clothes exudes a cold and arrogant temperament. Behind him was a woman dressed as a maid, also wearing a black iron mask, holding a long black knife engraved with gold patterns in both hands, treating it as a treasure.
When the young master goes out, the maid holds a knife.
This combination of master and servant is simply full of force.
Time seems to have returned to that night of blooming flowers a thousand years ago.
