When Ren Qing arrived at the blacksmith shop, the door was closed, and Liu Hu's deafening snoring could be heard inside.

He had no choice but to find a teahouse nearby to kill time.

As a result, before Ren Qing could wait for Liu Hu to wake up, he heard a commotion outside the teahouse, and the bustling crowd seemed to be discussing something.

Ren Qing walked to the window and looked towards the end of the street.

He found that there were many police officers escorting the five fire workers to the Yamen. It seemed that they were coming from outside the city.

Could it be the pyrotechnics on Ha Hing Street?

I remember that a total of nine people were dispatched to deal with the plague, and five of them survived.

Ren Qing listened carefully to the people's reactions. They were all worried about the spread of the plague to Sanxiang City, so they were afraid of not being able to do anything to those fire workers.

He felt that it was not that simple. Most of the plagues outside the city were related to the forbidden area. Fortunately, there were guards to bear the risk.

On the surface, Sanxiang City is still very prosperous, even if people disappear and die every day, it will not affect it.

After all, there are hundreds of thousands of people here, and most people live a relatively ordinary life.

As evening approached, Ren Qing finally walked into the blacksmith shop. Fortunately, his trip was not in vain.

Not seen for a few days, Liu Hu’s exposed skin on his chest and abdomen was covered with traces of burns, and his eyes were red and swollen from staying up late.

Liu Hu yawned: "It doesn't matter, once you get busy, your day and night will be reversed."

"You're trying too hard."

"The forging process cannot be stopped, otherwise it may affect the quality of the sword. You cannot be careless."

Ren Qing noticed the large Miao knife hanging on the wall.

"Wait."

Liu Hu took off the Damiao sword and handed it to Ren Qing with both hands: "The Damiao sword has been forged, but it is a strange sword after all, so it is not easy to use."

After taking it, Ren Qing felt his arm feel heavy and couldn't help but look at the Da Miao knife.

The blade is more than three feet long, and the scabbard is made of wood and wrapped with brass as embellishment, giving it a rough aesthetic.

"It's not bad, but it took a lot of hard work to forge it."

Ren Qing praised with joy on his face: "He is indeed a famous blacksmith in Sanxiang City. He is very skilled in making swords."

Liu Hu proudly introduced: "To forge such a long and narrow blade in one piece, you need to patiently hammer it into shape, otherwise the nearly four-foot-long blade is likely to have cracks, leading to hidden dangers."

Ren Qing said sincerely: "Thank you very much."

Even if it has not been taken out of the sheath, the weight of it shows that it is absolutely genuine.

Liu Hu looked at Ren Qing caressing the scabbard lovingly, and couldn't help but say: "I was originally worried that the Damiao knife would be too heavy, but I didn't expect that you are really strong."

"almost."

For Ren Qing, slashing with one hand may have some impact, but the Damiao Dao can be held with both hands.

In this way, the weight of the Da Miao Dao becomes a boost.

Ren Qing couldn't wait to pull out the Da Miao sword, and a dazzling cold light flashed across the blacksmith shop.

The blade is like a mirror that can clearly reflect the silhouette of a person, and the blade has a wavy quenching pattern.

"Why is it not sharpened?"

Liu Hu smiled and said: "Since it is your sword, then sharpen it yourself. This will help you understand the Damiao sword better."

"really."

Liu Hu briefly taught the skills of sharpening, and then gave Ren Qing a palm-sized whetstone.

With Ren Qing's eyesight, sharpening is no problem, and he can even do it far more accurately than Liu Hu. After all, he can be meticulous.

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"No matter what kind of sword it is, 70% of it depends on forging, and the remaining 30% requires maintenance."

Liu Hu took out a porcelain bottle filled with knife oil. Applying it every day can prevent the knife from rusting and extend its life.

He began to describe the main points.

Ren Qing sat cross-legged on the ground and listened patiently, then picked up the Da Miao knife.

He dipped some water on the whetstone and then scratched it with the cutting edge. The metal friction made a sharp sound.

"you………"

Liu Hu was furious when he saw this. He had just said that he should be careless with knives, and he cut the knife so casually. He really didn't take me seriously.

etc!!!

Liu Hu's expression became strange. He noticed that Ren Qing's sharpening movements were extremely smooth, without even the slightest movement.

Moreover, the large Miao knife is more than three feet long, but the sound it makes from the beginning to the end is the same, which is simply incredible.

Liu Hu didn't even dare to disturb him, and quietly waited for Ren Qing to sharpen the Damiao knife completely, with admiration on his face.

After the cutting was completely completed, he said with relief: "Ren Qing, just use your talent..."

"Let me try the Da Miao Dao first."

Ren Qing's hands were itchy for a moment, holding a knife in both hands, and demonstrated the skillful movements of chopping, chopping, lifting, chopping, picking, intercepting, pushing, stabbing, sliding, stirring, collapsing, tapping, and pulling out.

It was obviously a three-foot large Miao knife, and it was in a small blacksmith shop with all kinds of furniture and sundries piled up around it.

Ren Qing showed off the extremely ferocious attack of Damiao Dao to its fullest.

Clang!!!

Sheath.

He looked at Liu Hu and asked, "Brother Liu, what did you want to say just now?"

"Well."

The corners of Liu Hu's mouth twitched, and a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.

He smiled and said: "It's okay. The Da Miao Dao is not buried in your hand. I hope it will still be safe and sound in a few years."

"It's getting late. I plan to return to the Yamen. If Brother Liu has anything to do, he can pass the message to the Fireworks Hall in Tanjie."

"Then I will continue to catch up on my sleep. This business is really a loss-making business."

Ren Qing tied the scabbard to his back so that he could draw the scabbard immediately.

He walked straight towards the Yamen. Passers-by looked sideways at the style of the Da Miao knife, and even children exclaimed.

Some of the people in the arena looked slightly disdainful.

With such a long blade, you will definitely hurt yourself when playing with it.

After Ren Qing returned to the Huo Gong Hall, he wrapped the Da Miao knife with a piece of cloth, so that even if he carried it with him, others would only think it was a thin stick.

Xiao Wu touched the Da Miao knife with envy, but unfortunately he could only barely move it with his strength.

"Brother Qing, do you know that the fire workers on Hexing Street have returned recently?"

"I saw it with my own eyes."

The pyrotechnics on Tan Street and the pyrotechnics on Hexing Street lived in the same pyrotechnics hall, so it was inevitable that Xiao Wu would be a little worried.

"By the way, where are the five of them?"

"It is said that the plague outside the city is very serious. They were imprisoned in Sibu Zhai after they came back. They should be released after a while."

Li Mian passed by and added: "It's obviously four people."

Ren Qing frowned and was about to retort when he suddenly noticed that the fire workers in his memory had become blurry, and their figures gradually changed from five to four.

One of them seemed to be erased out of thin air.

Li Mian added: "Ask Li Heng, he also saw the four fire workers when they entered the Yamen."

Li Heng was cleaning the dust on the steps. After hearing this, he nodded: "It's four people."

Ren Qing let go of his frown, and the memory in his mind indeed only contained four fire workers.
Chapter completed!