After the book was worn, I was reborn with King Quan

Chapter 175 Chasing the Wind (2 more)
Hearing this, the black-faced man hurried out of the shop and bowed to Wu Chouzi.

"So you are the famous Master Wu, whom I have admired for a long time!"

Wu Chouzi waved his hand with a calm expression on his face.

"What master, it's just a living!

Three major hardships in life: punting, blacksmithing, grinding tofu!As an expert, how can you not understand the bitterness in it! "

"That's right!" The black-faced man nodded, "It's getting more and more difficult to do the blacksmithing business."

"However," the black-faced man changed his subject, looked around, and lowered his voice.

"I heard that the Baiyue Church took advantage of this conference to recruit blacksmiths. Master, this is a rare opportunity!"

Wu Chouzi smiled lightly, noncommittal.

Pointing to a small knife casually, "It's very clever, wrap it up for me, and give it to the children when I go back to play!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

The black-faced man turned around and entered the shop.

Wu Chouzi took out the silver, and after giving way to the black-faced man for a long time, he picked up the box, put it in his arms, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

The alley is very narrow, and only three or four people can pass side by side.

Shen Weiluo and Song Yungu consciously stood aside and made way.

Wu Chouzi looked at them, nodded his thanks, and walked out of the alley calmly.

Shen Weiluo and Song Yungu looked at each other, watching his figure merge into the crowd.

There was a voice in my heart——

This man is modest and polite, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't want to be a blacksmith who has been doing rough work for years!

Because of this episode, it was completely late.

Shen Weiluo and Song Yungu went straight back to Rugui Inn.

After dinner, take a shower, then undress and go to sleep.

For the next day, Huaxi did not appear.

Shui Xin only sent two sets of moon-white clothes, the color of which was a bit similar to the one Shui Xin was wearing.

Shui Xin has a stupid mouth, sorry words, just a few words back and forth like a wheel, it makes me want to laugh when I hear it.

He stretched out his hand to grab her, and said with a smile:
"It really doesn't matter to us, Chenzheng will be waiting at the door of the inn tomorrow morning, and the carriage from the palace will come to pick you up!
I remember, don't worry, your lady must be very busy at the moment, you should hurry back and help her! "

Shui Xin just nodded, and left the inn with eyes full of apology.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Shen Weiluo changed into the clothes Shui Xin sent.

Just as he straightened the tassels on his head, the door creaked, and Song Yungu walked in.

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of surprise, and he walked straight towards her.

His eyes were full of danger.

Shen Weiluo blushed, and hastily bent over to pick up another set of clothes and stuffed it into his hand.

He said, "It's too late, put on quickly." He hurried out of the inner room.

Song Yungu held the shirt, looked at her back, shook his head helplessly and smiled.

This girl is really...

When he changed his clothes and came out, Shen Weiluo looked straight at him for an instant.

Full of emotion——

People in the world don't lie to me, people are good-looking, even dressed as a beggar has his character!
Not to mention this kind of exotic clothing!

No, it's too insecure!

Without saying a word, she leaned over and rummaged through the accessories.

Seeing that Song Yungu was only muttering in his heart.

When she saw a light veil and a mask on the other, her face turned happy and she raised her head.

Thanks, thanks!
The grand meeting of Baiyuejiao is held once every three years, aiming to select the best swords!

For the sake of caution, some knights choose to wear masks to show others, not wanting to cause unnecessary fights.

Over time, on the day of the event, wearing a veil and mask to participate in the event has become an unwritten agreement.

Therefore, in the clothes sent by Huaxi Zhuang, these two accessories were thoughtfully added.

After putting on the mask for Song Yungu, Shen Weiluo looked at it for a while, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

He hurriedly put on the veil, took his hand and ran outside.

No sooner had he reached the door than the carriage arrived.

Shen Weiluo and Song Yungu got into the carriage and, accompanied by Shui Xin, entered the White Moon Palace.

This time, the prosperity is arranged on the worship platform.

A row of seats is placed on the main seat of the worship platform.

The seat in the middle is carved with black and purple mountain tea, which is very special.

On the stage a few steps away, there is a place where a group of knights will display their treasured swords.

The surrounding area was already surrounded by people.

Looking around, within a radius of more than [-] meters, there were many black heads.

There was a lot of voices, so it was very lively.

Shui Xin stood still outside the crowd, showing the sign in his hand, and the guard immediately moved out of the way.

She led Shen Weiluo and Song Yungu to the guest seat without any hindrance.

The two just sat down, when a burst of music sounded, they saw a group of people walking slowly from a distance.

Walking in the first place is Huashang, the leader of Baiyue Sect.

She was dressed in black and purple clothes, her expression was cold, and the mountain tea between her eyebrows was lavender.

The face is beautiful, but the whole person is too cold, giving people a sense of alienation.

Huaxi beside her was also dressed in religious clothes, and followed closely behind Huashang.

Compared with the delicate and lovely in the past, she is much more dignified now.

His eyes swept over Shen Weiluo and Song Yungu, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Before others noticed, she immediately suppressed her smile and became that dignified young master again.

Everyone sat down at the main seats, and the elder Kuizhao, who was dressed in black, came out.

"Welcome everyone to Yeeds City. The triennial event has officially begun. Now we invite the first group of heroes to come on stage!"

After the words fell, the two men flew onto the stage one after the other.

The man in white waved to the people in the audience. Before he could draw out the sword in his waist, he was kicked away by another man.

The sword was inserted straight into the ground, only to hear a "buzz", and it was shortened into two pieces.

Everyone: "..."

Doesn't this guy know he's going to fight?
At least get a better sword!
The man in white didn't even bother to pick up the short sword on the ground, jumped off the stage, and got out of the crowd resentfully...

In the next few groups, some passed a few moves, and some were defeated in one move.

The people sighed one after another.

Shen Weiluo was also infected and couldn't sit still.

She quietly walked out of the crowd and rested for a while.

When he came back, he immediately noticed that Huaxi had moved from the leader's side to the very edge.

There are two more chairs behind her.

Facing Shen Weiluo's eyes, Huaxi suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, waved to her, and pointed to the empty seat behind him.

Shen Weiluo and Song Yungu walked over and sat behind her.

Just as he sat down, Huaxi's deliberately low voice came over.

"It's a bit boring, it's like this every time, and the most powerful ones are put at the end.

After this group is finished, it is wonderful! "

After Huaxi finished speaking, a man in white flew onto the stage.

He clasped his fists at everyone, pulled out the Wind Chasing Knife from his waist, and swung it out in conjunction with his internal strength.

Only a "bang" was heard, and the flagpole on the side was cut off.

Seeing that he was about to overwhelm the people below, he flew forward and kicked a few times, and the two flagpoles were firmly planted in the open space.

A puff of dust suddenly rose from the audience.

The crowd immediately burst into thunderous applause.

The other man who had won the previous round stood there dumbfounded. It took him a long time to react, and he clasped his fists at the man in white.

"I am willing to admit defeat!"

Kuizhao stepped forward and looked at the audience, "Congratulations on winning the Chasing Wind Knife. Who is the craftsman? Please come on stage!"

After the words fell, I saw a young man trotting up to the stage.

The pupil looked under the stage, blushed suddenly, and stood there, embarrassed.

"Dare to ask the little brother's name?"

Kuizhao asked.

"Reporting to the elder, villain... the villain's name is Li Zheng, and he has only been working for three years..."

Li Zheng felt a little guilty, and the more he spoke, the lower his voice.

You must know that anyone who is randomly picked up from the audience is an old craftsman of more than ten or twenty years.

Some are still passed down from generation to generation. Compared with them, his qualifications are too shallow.

(End of this chapter)