The attributes are not enough, so all the comprehension is needed

Chapter 7 A Killer Must Be Ruthless, A Man Must Be Steady
After simply buying a few bottles of psychic liquid, Shen Cong just started to rush towards his residence.

At this time, the stars in the sky were all hidden in the clouds, and it was the darkest moment before dawn.

About a mile away from the city gate, Shen Cong vaguely felt something following him.

After his cultivation was improved, his body was also slightly changed, and his sense of hearing, vision, taste, and even the natural sense of crisis all became much stronger as a result.

Shen Cong didn't say much. When passing by a small forest, he turned around, walked around a big tree, and took out a stone from the ground.

At the moment when he was hiding, two hurried footsteps came from behind.

"Damn, why is it gone?"

"This kid must have found us, right?"

"Damn it, a fat sheep is gone!"

As soon as the voice fell, a strong wind hit. One of them just felt it, and the back of his head was directly smashed by a huge force, and his consciousness fell into darkness on the spot.

The other person's face changed drastically, without saying a word, he pulled out the long sword in his hand with a slam, and slashed towards the darkness.

But his speed was still a beat slow after all, and the sword hadn't reached the range he wanted to reach when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his crotch.

In an instant, his whole body collapsed, his body instantly lost mobility, and he just wanted to let out a shocking cry.

It's a pity that Shen Cong was faster, snatched the sword in his hand, sealed his throat with a sword, and directly locked his cry in his throat.

Puff puff.
His body and head fell to the ground one after another. Shen Cong didn't waste time, and directly inserted the sword into the heart of the other person. After confirming that the knife was correct, he quickly searched the two of them, got the things, and quickly flashed them. Return to the residence in the city.

"Hoo~!"

It wasn't until the door was closed that Shen Cong let out a long sigh of relief.

This world is still too dangerous. There are no perfect laws, and there are not enough powerful people to supervise. If you are caught by someone carelessly, you may die without a place to die.

Today, if those two people weren't just ordinary people and haven't entered the rank yet, even if they have already entered the rank, it is impossible to say who will win in the end.

So when he met this kind of person, he didn't have any extra considerations, just killed him directly, and it was the kind of person who couldn't die anymore.

In troubled times, not being ruthless is not enough to survive.

After calming down, he immediately took out the property he had looted from the two of them, and counted it carefully. The harvest was not small.

The two of them had a total of 35 taels of silver, a silver ticket of 20 taels, and a gold ring that was not too big. It was estimated that they could be exchanged for a few taels of silver.

Not bad, the money spent tonight is basically back.

Shen Cong looked at the Kongming Fist and several bottles of spiritual liquid he had bought again, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

It's safe to hang out for a while again, and then I don't know how far my strength will improve?
It was almost dawn at this time, Shen Cong hid everything, and then rushed to the blacksmith shop.

After breaking through the ninth rank, his mental power is also stronger than the average person, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep for three or four days.

When I came to the blacksmith shop, I hit two swords casually, and the day was over.

Shen Cong now prints all high-quality products, and the reward is only a dozen taels a month, which is several times the salary. If you meet a big customer, you may earn more than seven or eight taels of silver for one order.

The boss is naturally flattering to a master like him, not only can he eat enough meat every day, but he also has to serve a good knives with drinks. I heard that his father-in-law doesn't have this kind of treatment.

If you expose your strength as a ninth-rank martial artist, where you can make an offering, and eat melon seeds every day, you will have a balance of nearly a hundred taels a month.

This is the benefit of strength.

In the evening, when everyone was eating, Dong Tianpeng, the owner who rarely came to the blacksmith shop, came over.

He is about 1.6 meters tall, short and fat, wearing a satin coat and a blue scarf cap on his head. He smiled happily. As soon as he came in, before everyone got up, he grinned and cupped his hands at everyone.

"Masters, how is your dinner tonight?"

The blacksmiths also hurriedly got up to return their salutes.

"Hello, my boss."

"Master Lao, don't worry, we eat very well."

Dong Tianpeng said with a smile:
"That's fine, that's fine."

"Boss, why are you here today?"

Zhang Ergou was the most naughty, and he was the first to ask everyone's questions.

"To be honest, I came here today because I have something to do. I have a friend here who asked me to invite some masters to his house to help make some weapons."

Everyone wondered:
"What kind of weapon to build? We can't order it from the shop, and we have to go to home to make it?"

"I don't know about that. I am also entrusted by others. Please help me to talk about loyalty. This friend of mine is in Zhujiazhuang. He has a lot of money. He is willing to offer a monthly salary of [-] taels per person. He has enough wine and meat. , and the quality of the forging is good, and there are extra rewards, which is similar to that in the shop, and the time is not long, only one or two months.

Our shop must also be in operation, so I only gave five places, masters, who wants to go?You can talk to me. "

"My God, the monthly salary of [-] taels, this salary is really rich."

Everyone exclaimed, their eyes lit up.

The monthly salary of the blacksmith in the shop is only two taels, and he can earn eight taels if he goes to Zhujiazhuang, and the time is not long, only two months, after two months, he can continue to come back, why not do it?
"I go!"

"I am coming too!"

People rushed to raise their hands, and Song Taiping was among them.

Shen Cong didn't raise his hand.

To kill must be ruthless, and to be a man must be steady.

As the saying goes, pies will not fall in vain, and with a monthly salary of eight taels of silver, you have to go to the manor to build weapons privately, which is definitely a bit tricky.

In fact, the blacksmiths themselves also tacitly understood that everyone was not a fool, and they might be making armor and crossbows that were not allowed by the imperial court.

However, although the imperial court has jurisdiction, who is free to go to the countryside to investigate such things?
So everyone is also holding a fluke.

He didn't want to take this kind of luck, he would rather fight to the death with the last ninth-rank warrior than get involved in such a thing.

Fighting against a warrior still has a great chance of surviving, but fighting against someone in power is courting death.

At that time, he will be wanted nationwide, and he will never dare to show up at will in his life.

Moreover, his current monthly silver reward is not low, so there is no need to take risks at all.

In the end, after a moment of dispute, Dong Tianpeng came forward and selected five blacksmiths, including the old master Song Taiping.

Seeing his happy appearance, he must have been filled with the benefits of Zhujiazhuang, otherwise it would be impossible for his master to work elsewhere.

Master Song came to Shen Cong to say goodbye.

"Master Shen, when I come back from Zhujiazhuang, I will return your ten taels of silver immediately."

"Don't worry. However, Master Song, you should be more stable in everything and don't be too impatient."

Master Song smiled honestly.

"I've been suffering all my life, and I really don't want my child to suffer any more. As long as he can enter the class, I'm willing to die. I'm leaving first, and I'll treat you to a drink when I come back."

After saying that, Master Song turned and left.

Shen Cong looked at the doped head with gray hair and sighed.

Poor parents in the world.

(End of this chapter)