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"The scabbard is not suitable, and the dagger in the sleeve is not suitable for a scabbard." Jie Jia said.
Chen Mu nodded repeatedly and stroked the dagger lovingly.
The sword body, hilt and small oval tsuba are all integrated into one, with no gap at all.
"Ebony is a special wood that only requires special techniques to be melted. After being cast into shape and carefully polished, it becomes a top-notch weapon."
"If you remove the impurities and loss from your piece of ebony, it will be just enough to make two short swords."
Chen Mu stabbed out casually.
puff!
With a slight sound, a hole appeared on the stone table in front of him.
This one is much sharper than the previous two!
He raised his hand and threw a cloth bag full of silver to Jie Jia. Chen Mu put away his dagger with satisfaction.
With this pair of weapons, Chen Mu's sense of security suddenly increased... one point.
No more.
After all, this thing can't kill ghosts.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 72 Fourth Stage
Nanyang City is located in the southwest of Daliang and has hot weather.
Shanglinfang is close to Luohe River and is even more humid.
But if there is wind on the river, the banks of the river will be cool and comfortable.
Chen Mu sat under the pavilion, in the breeze, slowly flipping through the book in his hand, taking a sip of brown medicinal tea from time to time.
After a while, Chen Mu put down the book and raised his head.
"This 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew Art' has something special."
He tried to adjust the facial muscles, making the muscles bulge and fill the thin areas, and shrink and shrink the fat areas.
After a few attempts, it was already three-quarters similar to Jie Jia.
"If I think about it for a few more days, maybe I can develop a skill."
"It's a good thing, but the way it's used is not very proper."
After carefully reading Chen Mu's book, I realized that this book might not be that serious.
It contains some of the author's thoughts.
The author claimed that he often dressed as a woman, mingled with various women's groups, used his makeup skills to make friends with beautiful women, and gave them exclusive beauty secrets.
Then he used a kind of strange insect to lock the soul from a thousand miles away, track down the secret medicine, and sneak into the person's boudoir under the cover of night.
Chen Mu initially thought that the author was a crossdresser.
Later I found out that he was actually a flower thief!
The purpose of ventriloquism is to make the voice sound more like a woman's.
The purpose of sleep is to restore vitality.
The purpose of cosmetic surgery is to penetrate the inside and facilitate the use of secret medicine to locate it.
"Talent..."
Chen Mu felt greatly shocked.
……
Putting away the book, Chen Mu sat down on the edge of the pavilion.
"Let's continue practicing the Five Ghosts Moving Mountains Curse."
For nearly twenty days, he put all his energy into the Five Ghosts Moving Mountains Curse.
Frequent opening of the Five Ghosts Bag puts a lot of pressure on the body.
If I sit for too long, I will feel dizzy and lose my concentration. I feel weak even though I am not doing any physical work.
Chen Mu had to practice intermittently.
Practice the Five Ghosts Moving Mountains Curse for half an hour, rest for half an hour, and at the same time continue to drink medicinal tea to replenish vitality and invigorate the spirit.
A low spell was uttered, and rolling black mist appeared and disappeared beside Chen Mu.
A different feeling suddenly emerged.
He felt that the spell was too long and several sections could be omitted.
He also felt like he had an extra hand.
With an idea in mind, I brought up the gray wall.
Five Ghosts Moving Mountains Spell: 1/10000/Level ;
Three balls of black smoke appeared out of thin air in front of him, and then shrank inward and turned into three paper figures.
The little paper figures are lifelike, with a word on each of their backs - Spring, Summer and Winter.
"There's one more summer, but only one more autumn is missing." Chen Mu looked at the three paper ghosts with satisfaction.
Thinking of the paper man's ability to restrain ghosts, the more Chen Mu looked at the paper man, the cuter he found him.
Strange paper figures are floating.
Thick black smoke filled the air.
Chen Mu smiled with spring waves: "Little darling..."
Ghost Paper Figure: “…”
……
To the north of Nanyang City, in the upper reaches of the Jinshui River, there stands an oval-shaped island in the middle of the endless river.
The isolated island in the middle of the river is called Shangyang Island, and the entire island is covered with lush green vegetation.
There is a group of buildings in the center of the island. The palaces have flying eaves and pointed corners, and sculptures of immortals and animals are magnificent.
A wide stone staircase leads directly from the central palace to the island's pier.
The giant Jinghong Gang ship is now docked at the pier.
Gang leader Jin Wuduan led the way, and all the hall leaders and helmsmen, unless they held important positions and could not get away, stood behind him and waited.
Everyone stood in silence and respectfully in the square in front of the palace.
"Boss, did Miss Seven say when she will arrive?" Zhuo Yinghai, the head of Tianqi Hall, who was on Jin Wuduan's right, came forward and asked in a low voice.
"Wait." Jin Wuduan said with a faint smile on his face.
"Yes!" Zhuo Yinghai's eyelids twitched, and he bowed and stepped back.
Zuo Sheng, who was standing next to him, stared at his master with a frown on his face.
Who on earth was this person that was worthy of his master, the second best master in Nanyang Prefecture, and all the gang leaders waiting for him for an entire morning?
Even if we were waiting, shouldn't we go to the pier? What were we waiting for in the middle of the island?
Before he could figure it out, a small black dot flew towards him at a high speed from the sky.
Before Zuo Sheng could see clearly, the black spot expanded rapidly.
A giant eagle with a wingspan of seven or eight meters descended from the sky.
A strong wind blew, making everyone's clothes rustle.
Two figures jumped down from the eagle's back.
The leader was a woman of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a white dress with gold thread and looking very heroic.
The other person had his hair tied up with emerald jade on his head and was dressed like a man.
His eyes are long and narrow, with a special kind of sharpness between opening and closing.
Behind him was a handsome young man wearing the same white clothes with gold thread.
"Miss Seventh, Master Thirteenth, thank you for your hard work on the journey." Jin Wuduan greeted them with a smile.
"Uncle Jin, long time no see." The woman replied with a smile.
"I haven't seen you for ten years. There are some new faces." The woman glanced at all the hall masters.
"My name is Si Kou Qing, and this is my younger brother Si Kou Yu. The Jing Hong Gang can only have its current reputation thanks to all of your efforts."
"I brought a lot of Zhaodianhong on this trip. As long as you work hard, you will be rewarded generously later." Sikou said in a clear voice.
All the hall masters bowed in gratitude excitedly.
Sikou Qing nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand to drive away the giant eagle, and walked towards the palace first.
Si Kouyu fell a few steps behind, turned his head and glanced at everyone, and suddenly asked: "Where is Lin Que?"
Everyone couldn't help but stop.
"Some time ago, there was a conflict between the gang and Zhuyi Pavilion, and Hall Master Lin unfortunately passed away." Jin Wuduan explained.
"How did you deal with it?" Si Kou Yu asked curiously.
"I beat up their leader." Jin Wuduan said with a smile.
"Uncle Jin still has that bad temper." Si Kou Qing said with a smile.
"What a pity..." Si Kouyu shook his head: "If it were me, I would have to destroy the Zhuyi Pavilion."
"Yu'er, don't talk nonsense! Zhuyi Pavilion belongs to the Zhang family, how can we destroy it just like that?" Sikou Qing frowned and shouted.
Si Kou Yu curled his lips and stopped refutation.
The crowd surrounded the two and walked into the hall.
In the crowd, Sun Fu stared at Si Kou Yu with his small eyes, thoughts flashing through his mind.