Fengshen Wendaoxing

　　 When Lu Chuan returned to the shop, night had fallen, and a crescent moon quietly hung in the night sky.

　　 But far away, he saw a figure sitting on the steps in front of his shop, with a piece of wood next to it, and a bronze mirror on it.

　　 At this time, the figure was holding his head with both hands, as if he was already asleep.

　　 "Oh, this is quite trustworthy!" Lu Chuan smiled after seeing the figure: "I asked him to take my things to the shop and wait, he has been waiting until now..."

　　I was going to Yin Mansion. Naturally, it was not convenient for him to take the half of the wood with him, so he could only tell where the shop was, and asked Zhang Cheng to take it to him.

　　 As he said, he walked quickly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to wake him up.

　　 But when Lu Chuan was a few steps away from the figure, the smile on his face gradually solidified, and the outstretched hand suddenly froze in the air.

　　 Under the moonlight, he saw that the rough man Zhang Cheng sitting in front of the store was clearly a young girl!

　　 is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a round face, a fair complexion and a delicate face, and he is wearing a brown linen clothes.

　　 Linen is the fabric used for ordinary people to make clothes. It is very popular, and the cheapest silk clothes cost a few taels of silver, which ordinary people can't afford to wear.

　　 "Strange, where is the girl in front of my door?"

　　 Lu Chuan was a little surprised. He looked at the girl carefully and didn't even recognize it.

　　 Besides, what he saw in this world for the time being was mostly men, and there were very few women, or even none...

　　 "Hey, wake up, girl, wake up..."

　　 Lu Chuan stepped forward and shook the girl, and whispered.

"Um?"

　　 After being awakened, the girl rubbed her eyes and looked up at Lu Chuan in a daze.

　　 "Girl, who are you?" Lu Chuan asked, "What are you doing on the street so late?"

　　 "Who are you, are you the owner of this shop?" the girl pointed to the woodcarving shop and asked.

"Yes!"

　　 "What's the proof?"

　　 "Girl, you ask me to prove that I am the owner of this store, so you must first let me know who you are?" Lu Chuan said silently.

　　 The girl said: "My brother's name is Zhang Cheng, and my name is Zhang Xiaohong!"

　　 "Huh?" Lu Chuan glanced at the girl up and down, and asked, "What about your brother?"

　　 Zhang Xiaohong said angrily: "He was hurt by the bad guy when he went out today. He couldn't see the way. He couldn't come here to return your things, so he let me come."

"Is it?"

　　 Lu Chuan touched his nose and said with a guilty conscience: "Then he didn't say who the bad guy was? It's really hateful. He started so hard."

　　 "Who said no, but I asked for a long time, but my brother didn't say what happened, nor did he say who hurt him."

　　 Zhang Xiaohong said angrily: "Otherwise, I must ask that person to understand how my brother has offended him and almost blinded him."

　　 Lu Chuan's expression changed, and he asked hurriedly: "How is your brother now, is he alright?"

　　 Now think about it, the act of shaking people's eyes with a mirror is indeed very dangerous, but at the time he thought it was a bad guy following, so he did it.

　　 "Fortunately, the doctor applied herbs to his eyes, and it depends on how things are going on tomorrow." Zhang Xiaohong said, unable to hide the worry in the words.

"Oh!"

　　 He still hopes that Zhang Cheng is safe.

　　 Then he took out a key from his sleeve, opened the lock on the door with a ‘click’ and pushed the door open.

　　 "It seems that you are right!"

　　 After Zhang Xiaohong saw the wood and mirror on the ground, he pointed to the wood and mirror: "Your things are here, yeah, do you see enough?"

　　 "Enough!"

　　 Lu Chuan said, hugged him, and smiled: "Thank you so much. I came back late. You must have waited a long time, right?"

　　 "Soon, it will be... more than two hours!" Zhang Xiaohong said quietly.

　　 Lu Chuan's smile narrowed slightly.

　　 Naturally, he could hear Zhang Xiaohong's words in an irony.

　　 More than two hours, that is more than four hours. It seems that the four hours of waiting has caused this girl to have a deep grudge against him!

　　 "Will it not be long? That's fine, now it's late, you go back quickly." Lu Chuan pretended not to understand, and said ‘caring’: "Otherwise your brother will worry about you at home alone."

"what?"

　　 Zhang Xiaohong was stunned.

　　 On such a hot day, I spent an entire afternoon in front of his door, enduring the heat and the strange gaze of the pedestrians in front, waiting for him with dry tongue and stomach drums, just to give him something back.

　　 Don't ask her to sit in after he comes back, but at least you have to give her a drink.

　　 But this kid didn't even want to drink her saliva, so he just opened his mouth and let her go. Isn't that justified?

　　Also, in order to wait for him to be so late, does he really feel relieved to let a girl go at night?

　　 Too much!

unacceptable!

　　 Zhang Xiaohong stared at Lu Chuan angrily, turned his head and left.

　　 Lu Chuan blinked innocently, and walked into the store holding the wood and the bronze mirror.

　　 But soon, a figure came out of the store and followed Zhang Xiaohong.

　　 It's so late, it's really unsafe to let her walk on the street alone.

　　 After secretly watching Zhang Xiaohong arrive home safely, Lu Chuan drove the soil back. This speed was faster, because he was hungry now because his chest was attached to his back. After he came back, he quickly cooked a bowl of plain noodles to cushion his belly.

　　 "God Blood Pill..."

　　 After filling his stomach, Lu Chuan took out the flaming red pill and watched quietly.

　　 The small pill is like a small group of burning flames, and a scorching sensation starts, and there seems to be a faint sound of birds singing on the pill.

　　 "No hurry, take it later, it's important to be busy now!" His eyes flashed, Lu Chuan put away the pill and looked at the wood, got up and walked quickly into his room, and went straight to his bed.

　　 I saw a purple sword hanging on the head of his bed and a knife standing beside the bed.

　　 Lu Chuan reached out and picked up the long knife, and looked at the Zixiao sword hanging above his head.

　　 "After returning this knife, what shall I use to cut the stick, Zixiao sword?"

　　 This knife is a knife in the big business army. It belongs to the military secret. You must return it as soon as possible, otherwise you will really encounter trouble, but use the Zixiao sword to cut the wooden stick...

　　 Purple Heaven Sword, one of the swords of Yuxu Palace!

　　If he really did that, let’s not mention what would happen if his masters and uncles knew about it. First of all, if his master Shen Gongbao knew about it, he would be the first to not spare him.

　　 "Huh, what about cutting wood and ice? I'm practicing kung fu, yes, practicing kung fu, practicing a clever swordsmanship."

　　 But soon Lu Chuan raised the corners of his mouth, and his words were right, so cutting popsicles and cutting wood can indeed be used to practice swords~www.readwn.com~ I will ask you in two days. "

　　 Lu Chuan patted Zixiao Kendo, then took Wu Qiu's knife and went to the courtyard.

　　 After placing the wood, Lu Chuan took a closer look, and after calculating the size of the small stick, the long knife came out of the sheath, and quickly cut out one knife each horizontally and vertically.

　　 The light of two knives flashed, and the piece of wood was divided into four and scattered on the ground. When the knives slashed through the wood, the sound did not make a big sound, showing the sharpness.

　　 "It really is a good knife!"

　　 Lu Chuan felt awe-inspiring when he saw it. This knife had to be slashed at the person, I was afraid that the head of the person would have been separated long ago. Such weapons and equipment are in the hands of the army, and the combat effectiveness is not strong or difficult.

　　 Said that he squatted down with the knife, took a piece of wood on the ground and looked at it in his hand. It was about the same length as the small stick of the popsicle in his memory, so he placed the wood again and started to cut...

　　Under the moonlight, there was only one figure with a small stick in the courtyard.

　　Because the stick needs to be very thin, this knife is not specially designed to cut small sticks, so it is a test of skill.

　　 After working for half an hour, Lu Chuan only cut out more than ninety roots after cutting the wood, and the rest of the wood was wasted.

　　 But it was originally leftovers, so it's not a pity.

　　 is just the small stick that was cut out for the first time. The thickness is different. The thickest ones are like chopsticks, but the thinner ones are up to the standard.

　　 "The first time I cut it, it's not bad, I will make more progress in the future, but with these small sticks, tomorrow's first batch of popsicles will be available..."

　　 Lu Chuan looked at these little sticks very satisfied, and then hit a half bucket of water to soak the sticks in it, and filled the pot with water.

　　 After finishing all these preparations, he came to sit down on the futon and prepare to practice.

　　 A fiery red pill slowly appeared in his hand.