I rely on tricks to cultivate my longevity

Chapter 46 Blacksmith
Lin Xixue raised her left foot, stepped lightly on the wooden box, put her hands on her knees, and rested her head lazily on her knees.

A pair of watery almond eyes should make people feel gentle, but if coupled with the seemingly playful smile on the corner of the mouth, it adds a bit of coquettishness and madness.

She began to recall what the second cobbler had said.

The second cobbler said that the reason why this corpse became a walking corpse was because the city god did not accept this person's spirit.

She is no stranger to Master Chenghuang, not only in this world, but also in previous lives where there were Town God Temples.

According to legend, the Lord City God is in charge of the dark affairs of a place.

The question is, why were the spirits of the few people she killed tonight not taken away by the City God, so that they all turned into walking corpses?

Hiss. Lin Xixue couldn't help thinking of a very embarrassing possibility.

Thinking about it carefully, that weird coffin-carrying team seems to be headed in the Xu residence.

Is there such a possibility, in fact, this team is the team sent by Master Chenghuang to collect spirits, and then I drove them away?
Judging from the results, the coffin-carrying team fled to the north of the city.

If it is believed that the Town God's Temple in Liangcheng was really built in the north of the city, then this conjecture can basically be confirmed directly.

Where is the Town God's Temple, you will know when you ask at dawn tomorrow.

However, if the coffin-carrying team really came to collect the spirits, wouldn't it mean that the human skin mask is most likely a ghost thing?
She couldn't help being very interested in the function of this mask.

But if this is really a ghost thing, why did it turn from imaginary to real after landing?

In addition, there is another thing that Lin Xixue is very concerned about-the Lord of the City God and the Lord of the Lord enshrined in Nalinghu Village are both called Masters. Is there any connection between the two?
Chenghuang Temple has Miaozhu, and Wuzeng Temple has Dawuzhu. In this way, there seems to be some similarities between the two.

It seems that we still have to make sufficient preparations and go to the Temple of the City God.

But she immediately realized that it didn't seem very appropriate to rush into the Temple of the City God.

If the Master Chenghuang and the Lord Master really exist similarly, then entering the Temple of the City God by himself may trigger the monster Tianzun to come again.

Last time Tianzun used auditory hallucinations to magnify my inner suspicion and let me enter Wuzeng Temple in a daze. This shows that Tianzun wants to take action against my master, I must first step into his domain.

Maybe we should communicate with the temple priests in the Chenghuang Temple first, and then make a decision.

As for the Sanyuan Temple, it is indeed very interesting. However, except for the name of this Taoist temple, no other information is known. We still have to collect some new clues for analysis in the future.

After thinking about it, Lin Xixue decided what to do after dawn the next day.

The first is to ask the location of Chenghuang Temple and verify the conjecture.

The second is to order a few handy weapons.

The last thing is to buy a book of herbs and trees, and then release the prescription to change the medicine for Bai Qing.

After thinking about the goal of tomorrow's action, Lin Xixue closed her eyes and began to rest her mind.

Although the body is tireless, the mind will still feel tired.

In particular, it is a very sad thing to frequently enter and exit the hallucinations in one night, and then fall into auditory hallucinations repeatedly.

As soon as it was dawn, there was the sound of wheels coming and going on the street, and the traffickers and soldiers began to prepare for the busy day.

Lin Xixue also dodged out of the small courtyard a few times.

Although the book shop and the blacksmith shop are probably not open at this moment, but after all, the sky is still dark, and it is unlikely to attract attention if you go out at this moment.

When the sky is bright, although she can use her spiritual sense to avoid the crowds, it is still a troublesome thing, she might as well go out earlier.

The breakfast shops in the city were also open, and the hot, oily pancakes made Lin Xixue, who was extremely hungry, salivate.

This is the instinctive joy and happiness that high-carbohydrate and high-fat foods bring to people.

But she knows these things, she can't eat them all.

She still doesn't know what she wants to eat, she is just very hungry, but this kind of hunger will not cause any side effects such as hypoglycemia or weakness.

It's just that I'm so hungry.

The more she looked, the hungrier she became, and she simply couldn't see it. She wandered around the city, found a blacksmith shop with a larger shop, and silently waited in front of the door for it to open.

Her problem of social fear has been committed again. In fact, she also knows that the craftsmanship is more important than just looking at the size of the store.

But after all, it was social fear, and she was still not willing to take the initiative to ask other people such unnecessary questions.

After waiting for about half an hour, a middle-aged man with a Sichuan pattern on his forehead opened the door.

The middle-aged man walked out of the blacksmith's shop shirtless. Although his body was muscular, he had big arms on one side and small arms on the other. His whole body seemed somewhat asymmetrical, which was inexplicably funny.

He raised his head and yawned big, then coughed dryly a few times, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm to the door.

Lin Xixue frowned, a little disgusted, but considering that ordinary people in this world are not well-educated, they really don't bother to care about so much.

She stepped forward, cupped her hands slightly and said, "Can you use some weapons?"

The middle-aged man smacked his mouth a few times, scratched his belly, and said: "Girls, don't think about dancing with knives and guns all day long. Look at you, you have thin arms and legs, you are not expected to run into the rivers and lakes." .”

Lin Xixue was naturally too lazy to talk nonsense with him, this is how the world is, if you meet someone, you have to reason with him, and you don't have to do anything, just open a school and bicker with people every day.

She directly took out a piece of silver and spread it out in her hand: "If you can do it, if you can do it, I'll find someone else."

Seeing the white silver, the middle-aged man's eyes brightened instantly, and he immediately put away his previous preaching posture.

"Yes, of course I can. I have the best craftsmanship in this city, and I promise to satisfy you, miss."

He bent down, keeping Lin Xixue at the same height, and led her into the blacksmith's shop.

Lin Xixue looked around and found that although the shop was large, most of the displays were all kinds of agricultural tools, such as hoes and shovels, and the number of weapons was extremely scarce.

But when you think about it, in this troubled world, the vast majority of people are naturally ordinary people, who only want to have a piece of land and a meal to eat, so how can they have spare money to use weapons?

But it doesn't matter, Lin Xixue originally only planned to use these ordinary weapons as one-time consumables, and didn't expect a high level of forging.

After all, if you really encounter a strong enemy, you still have to lose your Yangshou and use your magic sword to fight against the enemy.

"Little girl, what kind of weapon does this distinguished guest like? Do you have any special needs?"

"Tang made horizontal knives, five, the harder the better."

Hearing this kind of request, the middle-aged man sighed, knowing that the little girl in front of him was a pure layman, and persuaded him: "Your honored guest, you don't know, the harder the weapon is, the more brittle it is. It's broken."

Lin Xixue just thinks why this guy is so talkative, of course I have my own reasons for asking you to be tough.

She lifted an iron sword hanging on the wall, drew the sword out of its sheath, slashed diagonally from bottom to top, and then stopped abruptly.

Unable to withstand such a fast swinging speed, the iron sword bent in the air, and then bounced back and forth like a spring in her hand, making "buzzing" sword sounds incessantly.

She took a sword flower lightly, and with a "clank", she put the iron sword back into the scabbard, and then glanced at the middle-aged man expressionlessly.

"The harder it is for you to do, the better. You just do it. There are so many problems."

　The heart-pounding Chapter 2 update ≡(▔﹏▔)≡, 30 seconds before the timeout, luckily caught up.

　　
　
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