Death Sutra

For the blacksmith village in the unfortunate atmosphere, this is an ordinary day: the temperature plummeted, the business was deserted, a 17-year-old apprentice was killed last night, the black blood flag was inserted in the door of the shop, and the blood stuck on it was already Frozen into ice.

More than sixty blacksmiths huddled in a small room in the afternoon to discuss countermeasures. In fact, no one had any idea. They just chatted. Most people didn't even have seats, and they crowded together.

"Seven blacksmiths died."

"There are still twelve apprentices. I am missing people here, but no one in Nancheng dares to do the job."

"Why did the Dragon King hate the blacksmith so much, and we have not offended him?"

"Old Hong, you talk."

Lao Hong is a humpback old man who has kept his head down. Among the dozens of blacksmiths, he never said anything in the afternoon. When he was called, he barely raised his head and spit out three words for a long time. ,"do not know."

"At the beginning, did you build a weapon for the Dragon King?"

When I heard this sentence, everyone’s eyes were on him. Lao Hong was still a stubborn appearance of killing and not opening. After a while, he said, “I have created two swords several years ago. What happened? If he didn’t Satisfied, kill me directly."

This is not a big deal, but everyone has a look of sorrow. This is the only connection between the blacksmith village and the dragon king that they know. Perhaps Lao Hong had overcharged the money in the past. Perhaps the sword was created and the dragon king was dissatisfied. Retaliation will be made in the future.

The Dragon King is a vengeful person. Isn’t the purpose of his visit to Yucheng City to find revenge for Jinpengbao?

Lao Hong lowered his head again, but those eyes looked like countless fine needles, and they stabbed him uncomfortably. It was like a shameful crime he had committed. He was accepting public criticism and accusation, so he stood up and pushed. The door went out of the room.

"This... what is going on? The words have not been explained yet?" A blacksmith said dissatisfied, and others nodded.

Soon, the hoarse screams from the street, the blacksmith Lao Hong finally explained the words in this way. "Dragon King, grass your mother, turtle son has a kind to kill me, I am waiting here!"

The blacksmiths were scattered and no one even dared to persuade.

The stubborn humpback old man stood on his hips, watching the peers flee from the side, the pedestrians on the street accelerated, and the shops on both sides closed. He could not help but sigh, the blacksmiths could create the sharpest weapons, but could not control the use of weapons. When the swords are cut, they have the same power as ordinary people.

The old Hongyan walked back to his own shop. The two little apprentices looked at Master in a panic. One said, "Master, my mother is sick..." The other said: "My sister is going to marry."

"Roll, give me a roll."

The rest of the people, Lao Hong felt more comfortable, took off his short robe, picked up the hammer, hit the iron on the anvil, and the Martian splashed, his heart was more comfortable.

What is terrible to die? If the soil is buried, chances are that you can grow something on the grave.

In the night, the blacksmith village, which is usually raging and screaming, is now quietly quiet. Lao Hong is sitting next to the anvil, looking at the simple wooden door, doing nothing, he is not hungry, only feels a bit cold, so he will Short robes are put on.

When he looked up again, there was a man at the door, black masked, and a narrow knife with a sheath.

The old flood glanced at him and bowed his head to reveal his neck. "Come on, please hurry."

The black man took a step, the knife in his hand was lifted high, and then took the second step, suddenly stopped, and seemed to find the wrong place.

A large net fell from the beam of the house, and five people jumped to the ground, each pulling a corner.

The black man waved two knives and was still caught by the big net.

"Don't let him swallow the poison!" one of the ambushes shouted. The crowd shook up and held the black man, pinching his nose and licking his mouth, and licking things from his mouth.

"Well, I finally got a living." A young man in his twenties said excitedly, holding a small pill in his hand to see the blacksmith Lao Hong.

Old Hong nodded.

The young man grabbed the captive and tore off the mask of the other person. "Is he? Old Hong."

"Hey, is the real Dragon King so easy to be caught? Ask him where he came." The old Hong language was majestic, and suddenly it became a decisive leader from a humpback incompetent blacksmith.

The young man kicked a kick on the prisoner. "Old Hong asked you, let me talk."

The captive was a thin, middle-aged man who snorted and turned his head.

The young man has to lift his feet again. Lao Hong said: "Don't be here, take him to a safe place and interrogate."

The four men lifted the prisoners, and the young man opened the door and probed for a while, turned to indicate safety, and everyone sneaked out.

The young man looked at the old blacksmith a little worried. "Old Hong, I am staying to protect you."

"Go, I don't want to protect." Lao Hong's tone is hard, as if the young man accidentally offended him.

The young man's face was reddish and he hurried out to catch up with his companions.

Lao Hong patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, got up and prepared to continue to fight the iron, no matter how many people wanted to kill him, and whether or not there were guests, he had to do his own business.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of the brain. The old Hong’s eyes fell into the darkness and fell forward.

Lao Hong slowly woke up, his ears filled with jingle sounds, and he thought he was in the blacksmith shop. When the foreground of the eyes became clearer, the sound disappeared.

This is a mourning hall, and he leans on the coffin.

Old Hong was shocked and hurriedly got up. He recognized that this place was a mourning hall set up for the big hood that was killed a few days ago. The big hood had just died less than three days, and his wife fled outside the city for a long time. Keeping the spirit, every day a familiar blacksmith points to two candles.

There was a young man standing at the door, his face was surprisingly pale, as if the terminally ill person was alive, and he was looking through the gap for the cold night outside.

"Dragon King?" Lao Hongjun recognized this face, but it is very different from the teenagers a few years ago, and it is hardly like the same person.

"Someone pretends to be in my name to kill people everywhere." Gu Shenwei lurked in the blacksmith village for six or seven hours, staring at Lao Hong to set a trap and catching a living mouth. He did not follow behind the prisoner because he felt that Lao Hong knew Will be more.

"I guess that's it." Lao Hong stood up and tried to stand up the hunchback body. Facing the Dragon King, he was still calmer than most of the knives.

"Now it is up to you to tell me something." Gu Shen turned around and looked at the blacksmith who once gave himself and the woman a "happy" and "allow" sword.

"I have nothing to say." Lao Hong is still very tough, even if he is standing in front of him, he is the same attitude.

"The man named Lin Hill, is your son?" Gu Shen looked at the darkness of the blacksmith shop and observed some secrets. He guessed some secrets from Lao Hong's eyes.

Gu Shen said this, Lao Hong’s face immediately changed color, his muscles twitched, his eyes seemed to be spurting fire, and Lin Shan was the young man who wanted to stay to protect him. “No, but you are not allowed to move him.”

"Can you order me?"

The fire in the old Hongyan eyes gradually went out and suddenly bowed. "The fake dragon king killed the blacksmith, is the Tianshan sect?"

"What?" Gu Shen suspected that she had got it wrong.

"Tianshan Zong."

Gu Shenwei immediately remembered the old leader who peddle the fantasies in the cotton jacket, Tianshan Zong, who was the first small gang who was a killer apprentice and participated in the massacre. Its more famous name was "Ten Dragon." help".

The old faucet and the Tianshan sect are all liars, almost the same as the sacred sacred, charging the membership fee, saying a few big words, and the backbone of the gang, including the old faucet, are already dead.

Gu Shenwei never imagined that he would hear the name of this gang again, but he quickly understood, "Are you one of the Tianshan Zongshen?"

"What the Ten Dragons are all played by the monks, the old leader is too anxious, and the result is very bad."

"He is a liar." Gu Shen said coldly.

"Yes, the old leader is a liar, and the ten dragons are also." Lao Hong quickly admitted, "Can Tianshan Zong is not. Jinpengbao thinks that it has annihilated the Tianshan sect. In fact, we have been secretly developing until a month ago, a traitor Selling Tianshan Zong, leaking information about some people."

"So Jinpengbao faked my name and wanted to kill you again."

"It’s strange to be here. The traitors are not relying on Jinpeng Fort. The one-step king probably thinks that the Tianshan dynasty has died."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, the power of Tianshan Zong is bigger than you think. I heard that you went to Peng Xianren who had been looking for a good building. His killing was a trick to deceive people. The real master of the swordsman is Tianshan."

The light that has just appeared is darker. The Xiaoyuetang disciple Guanshang believes that the person who faked the Dragon King is the Jinpeng killer. At least there is inextricable contact with Shibao. Gu Shen also thinks this way, but it is directly denied by Lao Hong. .

As for the killing will be a liar, Gu Shenwei does not care much.

"Not Jinpengbao, who is it?"

"We don't know, so we have to design a captive, and we can't ask anything. These people are very hard. For the behind-the-scenes ambassadors, they seem to be afraid and respectful. They would rather die than die. We will then redesign. A trap that uses this captive to lure a bigger target, and the Lord will be exposed sooner or later."

Lao Hong said a lot of words, which is totally different from his usual temper. Even he himself feels astonished. "In this case, although the Dragon King has participated in the massacre of the Ten Dragons, but the Tianshan sect does not care, we have no hatred. If the Dragon King is willing, we can join hands."

"When you have news, I will find you." Although Gu Shenwei wants to win over Tianshan Zong, he is more accustomed to loneliness, especially at this moment, I believe that anyone can be a mistake.

"Awaiting at any time, but please don't knock the old king's brain again, just ask the question." The old flooded head, where the faintness is still hurting.

"You are the sovereign?" Gu Shen asked suddenly.

"Hey, the Dragon King doesn't have to yell at me. I can't tell you. The jade city is full of fish and dragons. There are so many ears and ears. It is impossible for the sovereign to reveal his true identity. In short, it can't be me. He is a great person. The Dragon King will see him sooner or later. ......"

Speaking of the lord, Lao Hong is a bit stunned. The Dragon King’s punch seems to have changed his character and become more words, but the Dragon King has already left, no words, flashed out, no trace.

The clues are broken again, and the imposters are more and more confusing, and the purpose becomes ambiguous.

Gu Shen returned to the boundary wall and entered the North City. He had to re-examine the customs, because there was something wrong with her words.

(Seeking for advice)