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Chapter 23 The New Weapon Scimitar Knife
Xiao Jianmin's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Xixi can come to see the king, the king is certainly happy in his heart, but the person who dares to stab the king in the palace of the king is really daring. You have to go and find out Find out who dares to be so rampant."

Hearing this, Mu Yi's eyes darkened, he nodded and said: "My lord, my subordinates have already sent people to investigate, and clues should be found soon."

Xiao Jianmin sneered, a bloodthirsty smile flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cool voice: "If you dare to provoke the relationship between this king and Xixi, you deserve death. As long as you find out, no matter who it is, this king will make him feel bad." die!"

Mu Yi: "..."

He frowned, trying to persuade the prince not to put all his thoughts on the queen mother.

After all, they came back to fight for the imperial power.

Moreover, it is not certain whether the prince's assassination was done by the queen mother or not.

But he is also aware of the prince's temper, which cannot be commented on, but if he says a few more words, the prince will most likely be hated.

He sighed softly, lowered his head, and retreated silently.

Jing Jian quickly shuttled through the capital city like a ghost. After a while, he quickly flashed into an inconspicuous courtyard. He tremblingly said: "Good man, good man, spare your life. If you have something to say, good man, let's put down the dagger first, shall we?"

Jing Jian held a sharp dagger in his hand, and the cold blade pressed against the man's neck.

Jing Jian said: "It is said that more than [-]% of the weapons in this city flow out from you?"

"No, no, hero! I'm all in small business, how can I sell [-]% of the weapons?"

The iron man couldn't laugh or cry: "It's just that my ancestors have been blacksmiths for generations, and the things they make are better than others. So I made new weapons here, and others will follow suit."

"Since you are so familiar with weapons, you should be able to tell what kind of weapon it was injured by looking at the knife marks?"

The blacksmith wanted to say that it was difficult to deduce, but the dagger on his neck was pushed in. As soon as his neck hurt, bright red and hot blood beads appeared instantly. He was so painful that he let out a low cry, and said in horror: "I can I can try it, hero, spare me!"

"The blade is about three inches long, leaf-shaped, and has jagged marks. Think about it carefully, what kind of weapon it is."

This trace was seen by Jing Jian on the pillars of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

It should have been accidentally cut by the assassin when he assassinated Xiao Jianmin.

The blacksmith thought about it for a while, Jing Jian got impatient, and pushed the sharp dagger in. The blacksmith's face turned pale in an instant, and he said hastily, "I thought of it, I thought of it, it should be a crescent knife. It has been improved. The meniscus knife has serrated edges, but if the edge is used for a long time, it will form a curled edge, and it must be sharpened frequently to keep it sharp; if it cuts hard objects, the edge will become soft and the edge will take on a leaf shape."

Jing Jian said: "As far as I know, the crescent knife is a new weapon that you made not long ago, and it hasn't been widely used in the city yet, right?"

Cold sweat rolled down the blacksmith's forehead, and the pain in his neck made him dare not hesitate. He said with a wry smile, "The crescent knife is a farm tool I made for rural farmers to cut wheat and rice. Where is it? A weapon? If that thing is used as a weapon, it is not satisfactory."

After all, the crescent knife is specially used to harvest wheat and rice.

Oriented to groups are farmers.

The workmanship and materials are just ordinary.

To say it is a weapon is far-fetched.

"You take me to see."

"Okay, good man, please."

The shape of the crescent knife is like a crescent moon in the middle of the moon, so it is named crescent knife. Although the edge of the knife is sharp but very thin, it is easy to form a curl. It is indeed enough for cutting wheat and rice. It's Zhennan King who holds a heavy army, so it's really not satisfactory.

Moreover, most of the people who buy crescent knives are farmers.

In doing so, the murderer probably wanted to hide his identity among thousands of ordinary farmers.

Jing Jian asked the blacksmith, "How many people have bought crescent knives from you?"

"This this……"

The blacksmith faltered and said: "About two hundred or so? The small one is very busy every day, and the crescent knife was only made this year. The small blacksmith's business is small, and with three apprentices, only four blacksmiths , the number of meniscus knives that can be made is limited."

"Is there a list?"

"How can this be? The customers left after buying something. They are all farmers. How can they remember their names?"

The blacksmith was about to cry, and couldn't help but said: "However, although the crescent knife is not widely sold yet, Chen Ji Iron Shop has also started selling crescent knives a few days ago, why don't you go and have a look?"

Jing Jian knew that he couldn't ask anything from the blacksmith, so he put down the dagger. The blacksmith's body softened and fell to the ground in an instant, panting for the rest of his life, and Jing Jian said coldly, "Zhang Tiezhu, I remember Stop you, don't spread the matter today, or I will come back and take your life."

Zhang Tiezhu took a breath, nodded in panic and said: "Yes, yes, I understand, I will never let anyone know that you have been here."

Jing Jian turned around and quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

After Zhang Tiezhu took a few deep breaths, he raised his hand to cover the blood dripping from his neck, and quickly went to find the medicine powder to stop the bleeding and poured it on it. After dressing the wound extremely quickly, he cleaned up the blood before returning to the room silently.

As soon as he lay down, his wife Zhang Wang asked in a low voice, "Master, where have you been? You haven't been back for so long."

Zhang Tiezhu shook his head with a very bad expression: "It's okay, I just went out to use the toilet and fell, and I came back after dealing with it, so you can sleep well!"

"Did you fall? Did you get hurt?"

Zhang Wangshi woke up instantly, got up to light a candle, Zhang Tiezhu hurriedly grabbed her, and whispered: "It's okay, you go to bed quickly, don't worry about it, I'm already very tired."

Mrs. Zhang asked cautiously, "Master, are you alright?"

"It's fine, go to sleep!"

Zhang Tiezhu lay down, Zhang Wang couldn't see Zhang Tiezhu's appearance clearly, but after hearing that he said nothing was wrong, he also lay down.

The next day.

Genius just lit up.

Zhang Wang was so frightened that she yelled out: "Master, what happened to your neck? Why is there so much blood?"

Zhang Tiezhu was woken up by Zhang Wang, raised his hand to touch his neck, and touched a sticky liquid. He looked closely at the blood that was about to solidify. He was frightened, and hurriedly got up to see that his chest had been covered with blood Blood stained red.

"This... this... how did this happen?"

Zhang Tiezhu felt dizzy, in a state of excessive blood loss.

Zhang Wang was frightened and cried, and said anxiously: "Master, what did you do? Now go to the hospital quickly and let the doctor stop the bleeding for you."

"It's useless."

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Tiezhu's eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "I've used Jinchuang medicine last night, but it didn't stop the bleeding. Now I can only go to that lord."

After Zhang Wang's crying stopped, she nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, you must be fast, or your wound will not be able to wait."

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