Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 22 022, West Market buys firearms, East Market buys long sword
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain where the King Golden Horn and Silver Horn lived. He was the most arrogant in the mountain. This is not an exaggeration at all..."

Under the sun that was almost noon, Shen Lang was wandering in the street while humming a song before crossing. [Note: The title of the song is "Gold and Silver"]

"...recklessly, to harm the common people...Put you in a bottle, shut your mouth...There is a grandson, as if to overthrow them...The golden cudgel is splitting the darkness, approaching them , carefully observe with piercing eyes, who has visited each other...

"It's all a misunderstanding! Taishang Laojun came out laughing... Don't forget, when you fell into the magic weapon, he didn't come to stop you.

"In his eyes, Jinyin is his boy, and the monkey is the goblin..."

Although I was shocked in my heart, some things were only heard after all.

Without even a picture, and without seeing the victim's plight with his own eyes, Shen Lang's discomfort and discomfort actually came and went quickly.

After humming the song for a while, I feel much better.

Think about it carefully, Brother Lang, I am the first day at work today, and I am not a full-time police officer, but a temporary yamen servant, a police officer's follower, almost like an assistant policeman, what qualifications do I have to regard myself as a law enforcement officer?
Brother Lang, I'm a yamen servant, isn't it just to make a living?What are you doing seriously?
Besides, I'm not from this world, the court of Great Chu doesn't care about its own people, and indulges the rich and powerful without regard for human life. I'm a person from another world with no relatives in the world, why should I be filled with righteous indignation here?

I am already a social animal in my 20s. Although I have reversed my growth and become a 17-year-old boy, my heart and nature are not like a real boy, controlled by the hormones of a teenager, right?

When I was young, I thought about being a hero, but wasn't that still young?

Don't you know when you get older, heroes or something, don't they exist at all?
When I was young, I also liked Sun Wukong very much, but it is better than Sun Wukong. Facing the uncle of the Tathagata, the mount of the Bodhisattva, the goldfish of Guanyin, the disciple of Maitreya, the boy of Laojun, and even the deer raised by the Antarctic fairy, there is nothing to do. It can only be a hippie smile on the face, swallowing the bitterness in the belly, and finally squeezed into the system altogether. Do you value peace together?

What Zhu Hu said is actually correct, the world is like this, the way of the world is like this, what can a little person with limited abilities do?
If you don't agree with others, you are already worthy of your conscience, right?

This is how I consoled myself in my heart.

But before he knew it, he still wandered all the way to the gunsmith's shop, then walked into the shop in a strange way, and shouted to the shopkeeper:

"Boss, when will the two guns I ordered be delivered?"

"It's Mr. Shen! The two guns you ordered are high-quality goods with extra ingredients. I don't think they can make them in half a month."

"Couldn't it be faster?"

"Oh, Mr. Shen, forgive me, half a month is already the fastest! You are an official servant. If you want to catch thieves and kill thieves in the future, the guy in your hands must be the best. We can't just fool around , get you two defective ones? In that case, it’s not a big deal to break the little old man’s signboard, but it’s not a big deal to ruin Mr. Shen’s life... Oops, my lord, forgive me, the little old man made a slip of the tongue.”

"It's okay, shopkeeper, what you said is also a conscience. But I really feel that half a month is too long, why don't you urge the masters to work overtime and help me catch up?"

"Tsk, it's not impossible to rush to work overnight, it's just..."

"Just what? As long as the quality is good, it doesn't matter if the appearance is rough. I don't want to look good, but to be easy to use."

"It doesn't matter whether the appearance is rough or not. But the masters in the small shop have their own tasks. If they want to rush to work overnight, the little old man has to do it himself. This way...you have to pay more."

"No problem, how much do you think is appropriate?"

"Twenty silver dollars, seven days, and I promise to deliver two good quality guns with exquisite appearance to you, my lord."

"Money is no problem! If you don't want to look good, can you go faster?"

"Six days. No less, at least six days!"

"Okay, it's a deal! This is ten silver dollars, count as my additional deposit. By the way, do you sell swords here?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, the shop is a gunsmith's shop, and it only sells firearms. It really doesn't sell cold weapons such as swords. Why don't you go to the sword shop in Dongshi City? The weapons there are barely okay. .”

"Thank you, shopkeeper, for your advice."

"Master, you are serious. The little old man should thank you for your patronage."

"By the way, I have another question. I don't know what the shopkeeper knows about Young Master Zhao of the Zhao family in the north of the city?"

"...My lord, this is..."

"Hahaha, old man, don't worry too much, I'm just curious, just ask casually. So what, I'll leave first if I have nothing to do, and I'll come back to pick up the gun in six days."

Walking out of the gunsmith's shop, the hearty smile on Shen Lang's face disappeared instantly, and he became expressionless, even a little gloomy.

In the gunsmith's shop before, when the old shopkeeper heard the name Mr. Zhao from the north of the city, his palm holding the tea bowl suddenly trembled, and he didn't realize that the hot tea was poured on the back of his hand, and his face became extremely solemn. , looked a little panicked.

Shen Lang believed that if he said a few more words and revealed a little bit of dissatisfaction with Young Master Zhao, the old shopkeeper of the gunsmith's shop might have to refund his deposit without saying anything, and he would not dare to do his business again.

"So, is it true that everyone in Changsheng County knows about the 'excellent reputation' of the eldest son of the Zhao family?"

Following the guidance of the old shopkeeper of the gunsmith shop, Shen Lang came all the way to Dongshi, and found a sword shop.

Seeing that Shen Lang came to the door wearing a uniform of a yamen servant and carrying a waist knife, the shopkeeper of the sword shop hurriedly greeted him:
"This official, I don't know what you are doing here for your visit to our shop?"

"You're being polite, shopkeeper. I'm not an official, just a small yamen servant. I came here to buy a sword. I wonder if your shop has any good swords?"

"This...to be honest, the small shop mainly sells knives, and the county government's knives are all made to order in the small shop. There are not many swords. After all, compared with swords, knives are easier to learn and easier to use. You can do a few sword tricks in the countryside. In a small place like our Changsheng County, there are really too few people who know how to use a sword..."

"Okay, shopkeeper, you don't need to explain so much to me, just show me all the swords in your shop."

"Excuse me, the official. There are only three ready-made swords in the shop, and they are not very good..."

Of course, there wouldn't be any good swords in such a small county.The three swords in the sword shop are just the most common three-foot iron swords, with ordinary shapes and materials, and nothing special about them.

But no matter how ordinary it is, it can kill people, right?
Shen Lang held all three swords in his hand, tried to swing them twice, but didn't notice any difference, so he pointed at one at random:
"That's all. Give me a sharp edge. It doesn't need to be too sharp, as long as it can cut people."

"Okay. It will take a while to get started, sir, are you going to drink tea in the small shop and wait, or go out first?"

"I'll go around and get the sword later. By the way, how much is this sword?"

"Give you a pair of rosewood scabbards, erase the change, and charge you three silver dollars. Do you think it's fair, sir?"

How does Shen Lang know if this is fair?He never bought a sword.

But he didn't bother to negotiate the price, so he took out three silver dollars to pay the bill first, and then went out for a stroll.

(End of this chapter)