The old Taoist glanced at the demon pill that Ning Changan took out.

"The Eagle Demon Pill is a treasure. It can be exchanged for the 'dog skin plaster' in Wu Yazi's hand. Other demon pills are also good, but they are more than a little inferior to the red pill."

The amount of information is not huge, but the impact of these names on Ning Changan's psychology is quite severe.

‘Toad Magic’, the ‘dog skin plaster’ that brings the dead back to life, logically, it should be a high-profile name.

The old Taoist's eyes returned to the book, and Ning Changan asked: "I am possessed by an evil spirit. I can't see what it is. How can I get rid of it?"

The old Taoist glared, taking the tea leaves to hit Ning Chang'an, but reluctantly put them down, and threw two talismans over his head, "You have no taboos, you have cultivated the Three Pure Qi, and there is also a Purple Dragon Qi hidden in the Zi Mansion, and you can use six Dou Nangong Nails, no

Do you know how to use it? The talisman is a high-level qi talisman. See it clearly and figure it out for yourself."

After taking the high-level qi-gaining talisman from the old Taoist mouth, Ning Changan took a look. It was still a cyan talisman, but the twisted and complicated runes on it seemed to Ning Changan to be just two words: "Advanced."

Ning Changan convulsed and was driven out by the old Taoist.

The door closed with a bang, and an experienced voice came out.

"If you can't beat me, don't show off, your life is at stake!"

Ning Changan looked at the closed shop and said softly with warmth: "You should be more careful!"

In the dark shop, the old man curled his lips, opened the book, and after a while he muttered: "E=mc2, what does this mean?"

The old Taoist worked hard to figure out the formula for the conversion of matter and energy. Ning Changan lamented that the old Taoist was a cow, and he could actually see that he had "purple energy coming from the east".

Walking towards the blacksmith shop, Ning Changan thought: "The princess realized that the pen is a spiritual weapon because it can channel spirits. The old Taoist is the real master. She pointed out the mystery of the pen and the method of nourishing the spirit. The purpose of nourishing the spirit is to have a clear understanding of the mind, that is,

He said that you need to understand spiritual weapons. Spiritual weapons have personalities just like people. What is the personality of a pen?"

Ning Changan has come to the conclusion that his pen is very good! It is also very sharp and shows off!

To show off one's sharpness in the second grade, one has to look at the dishes and use unusual means.

Standing at the door of the blacksmith's shop, looking at the blacksmith waving his arms and flexing his muscles, the young detective shouted happily: "Blacksmith!"

"Chang'an is coming!"

Ning Changan had neatly placed the burning knife on the yellowed table.

He took the album and handed it over.

The cover is eye-catching.

The fiery red page seemed to be on fire, and a strange-looking boy stood in the flames.

The cover has text, which is as shocking as the picture.

"If you ask me whether people can change their own destiny, I don't know, but I know that if I don't accept my destiny, it is my destiny! Whether it is a demon or a fairy, I have the final say!"

There was a loud bang on the blacksmith's head.

Ning Changan's previous picture album talked about Tao and enlightenment, but this book talks about breaking and then establishing!

Such a picture album, paired with a pot of burning knives, what a night it is!

"Chang'an, what do you want?" the blacksmith said happily as he closed the book.

On the contrary, Ning Changan did not have as many needs as before.

You can't give the bull demon Shiba a mace. There is a small need to visit the blacksmith, but more importantly it is to maintain friendship.

Taking the pen, Ning Changan said: "Help me carve words, kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles."

Ning Changan finished speaking, his pen was frayed, and then Ning Changan felt a joy that was almost crazy for no reason.

"The pen responded to me, telepathically, I'm quite satisfied!"

The qi machine of Shangyujing is running, the spiritual power is injected into the pen, the two groups of rays of light merge together, and the heart is connected!

"That's it!" the blacksmith was surprised.

"Um!"

"Say more, equal exchange!"

"No!" Ning Changan said coolly!

The blacksmith looked at his room full of weapons and said nothing. He took a small carving knife and began to play embroidery.

He was not like the old Taoist who did whatever operations needed to be done in the shop, just in front of Ning Changan, with the carving knife flying up and down.

It was just carving, but Ning Changan felt that there were ghosts and gods on the tip of the knife when the blacksmith carved it.

Ning Changan was proficient in one-word swordsmanship. In the past, the blacksmith who swung the hammer with the same rhythm now had much more flexible changes in the tip of the sword than Ning Changan's sword angles that even Ximen Qiushui could not imagine.

"Why does it look like you are playing with a knife?" Ning Changan muttered.

"Just ten steps to kill one person, and a thousand miles to leave no trace behind, just ten words," the blacksmith asked.

"Xia Ke Xing" Ning Changan added.

The carving knife drew a round arc under the projection of the furnace fire, and the blacksmith wrote "Xia Ke Xing".

When the pen was in Ning Changan's hands, the police officers in Chentang County were dumbfounded.

Ning Changan was good at magic, and he had a thin golden body in his hand, but the characters that flowed out of the blacksmith's knife were so impressive, every stroke, like a knife or a sword, with a restrained edge that was not revealed.

"Good calligraphy, blacksmith."

"What a poem!" the blacksmith exclaimed sincerely.

Holding the pen, Ning Changan poured his spiritual power into it, "From now on, you will be called Xiakexing."

With a tacit understanding, Ning Changan felt the joy of Zhong Erbi, and also felt something unusual. Zhonger Bi was sharper than when he was at Laodao Shop. This feeling was like when he had broken through to the fourth floor while practicing 'Shang Yu Jing'.

Obtained the 'Purple Qi from the East' and made great progress in cultivation.

Ning Changan understood that a chivalrous line made Zhong Er's pen famous, with soul and meaning.

Seeing the telepathy between Ning Changan and the pen, the blacksmith handed the carving knife to Ning Changan.

"I'll give you the carving knife."

Ning Changan was stunned.

"This is your meal guy!"

"If there is a hammer, there is a carving knife!"

Ning Changan understood the meaning of the blacksmith. The blacksmith's skills were so advanced that he could make not only carving knives but also embroidery needles.

Take a carving knife and look at it.

It is less than a foot long, about the size of a fruit knife, as bright as autumn water, with simple lines on the handle, and complicated seal carvings on the blade.

Ning Changan stared at the carving knife, and the blacksmith said: "The knife is for slaying dragons."

"Dragon Slaying Knife" Ning Changan was surprised when he looked at the small knife with a blade of only twenty centimeters.

"You know?" The blacksmith was also surprised.

Ning Changan shook his head: "I was scared by the name!"

The blacksmith showed an honest smile: "I was the same way back then!"

Ning Changan was still in a daze on the "Dragon Slaying Knife" with a big name and a small body, and the blacksmith's voice sounded in his ears: "Go to Meng Po's shop and look for a copy of "The Great Killing of the Buddha". He said it was a blacksmith.

Introduced.”

"Experts always do things with great imagination! In the past, I was introduced to exercise books by seasoned practitioners, but now I am a reputable blacksmith!"

Ning Changan sighed. Before he could say a word of thanks, he was kicked out by the blacksmith.

The door closed with a clang, and in the blacksmith shop with the fire burning, the blacksmith burned his knife and read the fonts in the book with a red face.

"If you don't accept your fate, it's my fate!"

The blacksmith said to himself: "Life can't just be about blacksmithing!"

Shop No. 13, Jiazi, Hongyue Market.

Mrs. Meng, who had thick bags under her eyes, lay drowsily on the counter of the shop, leaning against the door, sitting on a small horse, cracking melon seeds, and looking eagerly at the street.

Seeing a familiar person approaching from a distance, Po Meng stood up with a smile and entered the counter.

"Chang'an is coming!"
Chapter completed!