Chapter 67 A Skirt
Walking on the road, Jiang Lin thought carefully in his heart.
One night's questions were mixed with some related to Xuanhua Dao, and the woman answered them roughly.
Judging from her attitude and reaction, it is obvious that she does not know much about the dangers of the world, or she is naive.
Taoist?
It should be similar to the meaning of the sect master, the head of the sect. As his disciple, he behaved like this, which greatly changed Jiang Lin's impression of the people in the Taoist sect.
Although this may be just a special case, since that woman is the leader of the disciples, it is enough to show from the side that Xuanhua Dao is not good at intrigues.
After all, if the master is cunning, the apprentice will most likely not be too honest.
Did this woman deliberately play such a silly and sweet role?
Or is this her true nature?
If it is the latter, one can see the whole leopard at a glance. How could such a sect suddenly rebel against the Daqian Dynasty?
According to the answers I got at night, Daqian is the top dynasty in the world, and other surrounding dynasties must join forces to barely compete with it.
Following such a dynasty, where people are popular and drink hot food, rebellion seems unreasonable.
At least from a profit perspective, there is no logic at all.
In addition, during the battle of Kyoto yesterday, an old man once said that he knew what the emperor wanted to gather.
"It seems that the water in this world is very deep, so deep that even such a thousand-year-old Taoist gate cannot survive safely."
Jiang Lin couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. The three great gates such as Xuanhua Road are said to have existed for more than a thousand years.
For how long, few people know.
"Master Wei is right, don't think about things you shouldn't think about. If you think too much, you will die easily."
A little person who is not even as good as an ant, it is best to be content and not do things that are not commensurate with his strength.
Looking up at the heavily armed sergeants standing at the entrance to the blacksmith camp, Jiang Lin felt a little hesitant in his eyes.
Should we reveal the existence of that woman?
If he had never witnessed the Battle of Kyoto, Jiang Lin might have offered him up without hesitation.
But everything I saw that day was terrifying.
The light of the sword hundreds of meters long, the giant palm covering half of Kyoto, and the Taoist walking in the air are unimaginably powerful forces.
Jiang Lin had entered the Nanling Camp and competed with thousands of households like Han Shichuan.
Just on the surface, although the strength of these sergeants is several times stronger than ordinary people, people like Han Shichuan are even more equivalent to the world champions in the previous life.
But they are still within the scope of normal humans!
The Taoist priests of Xuanhua Tao may not be there.
"If you confess voluntarily, you can be charged with collusion, but there is a risk of sudden death on the spot. The probability is very high."
After much thought, Jiang Lin chose not to say anything.
Collusion is naturally a capital crime, but if no one knows about it, it doesn’t count as collusion.
Between the possibility of death and the very possibility of death immediately, Jiang Lin felt that he was still reasonable.
But when Miao Chuanfu came over to say hello, his heartbeat was still a little faster.
Taking a gentle breath and adjusting his mood, Jiang Lin walked to Old Man Wei, took a bowl of noodles from his hand, and then looked at Miao Chuanfu.
"It's a shame, Mr. General, but it's a pity that there really isn't anything good in the blacksmith camp."
Miao Chuanfu chuckled and said: "Compared to the days in the frontier army, this is nothing. On the other hand, if you suffer such a disaster for no reason, will it delay your work?"
As expected, the frontier soldiers were all straightforward, indifferent and ruthless. After so many people died, the chief concern of the commander-in-chief was the creation of weapons.
Jiang Lin said that half of the weapons supplied to the Nanling camp were of high quality, and this matter has been spread.
Many sergeants are looking forward to the arrival of new weapons, and will they be able to get a high-quality one by then. Jiang Lin looked embarrassed and said: "As you can see, the losses are quite big now, and we don't even have a house to live in. The most important thing is that people are panicked, and they are afraid that people from Xuanhua Road will suddenly come and act wild. Let the President , I don’t know how long it will take for this matter to settle down?”
Miao Chuanfu pointed to the bright beam of light that seemed to envelope the entire world: "Whenever this thing disperses, it will stop."
Jiang Lin looked surprised: "Then you will stay here all the time?"
"That depends on the general. If he asks me to stay here, I won't be able to leave until the end of time." Miao Chuanfu said.
Jiang Lin didn't ask any more questions. If Miao Chuanfu didn't leave, he would be walking a tightrope.
But you can't take the initiative to drive people away. That would seem too deliberate and would make it easier for clues to be discovered.
After finishing the meal in silence, Zhao Yankui planned to ask some apprentices to clean up the dining tent, but the weather was not kind and it suddenly started raining heavily, so he had no choice but to give up.
The blacksmith shop was still in full swing.
The death of hundreds of people had an impact on everyone, but the impact was not as great as imagined.
The most important thing is that Zhao Yankui is still there. As the backbone of the South Blacksmith Camp, he is fine, and many people are relieved.
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Miao Chuanfu also specially came to the blacksmith shop to "visit" and saw with his own eyes that a dozen blacksmiths used the iron fired by Jiang Lin to create high-quality weapons. He was immediately astonished.
"No wonder the General specially asked us to come to the South Blacksmith Camp." Miao Chuanfu laughed and patted Jiang Lin's shoulder: "Boy, you have this skill. When you become famous in the future, don't forget your brothers."
The sergeants who came to join in the fun looked at Jiang Lin with increasing intensity.
A blacksmith who can make high-quality weapons in batches is more pleasing to them than the girl on the flower boat.
If Old Man Wei hadn't been here, they would have taken Jiang Lin directly to the Nanling Camp.
After a day like this, Jiang Lin took a look at his proficiency.
[Skill 2: Tempering Lv6 (Proficiency 4058/10000)]
The progress is pretty good. At this rate, another three or four days will be enough, and we will definitely be able to catch up with the regular tests.
As for skills such as burning fire, quenching, and sharpening, they also all have their own small increases, so I won't go into details here.
It's still raining heavily outside, with no sign of stopping.
"Master, I want to have a separate place by the dining room to get used to sleeping," Jiang Lin said.
Zhao Yankui hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, there are too many people in the greenhouse anyway, and you may not be used to it. Do you want help?"
"No, there are a few beams supporting it, and there's just room underneath." Jiang Lin said.
Zhao Yankui didn't say anything more. In most matters, he relied on Jiang Lin's personal wishes.
Arriving at the ruins of the dining shed, Jiang Lin got under the beams, and a vigilant voice suddenly came from inside: "What are you doing in here!"
Jiang Lin sniffed. The smell of blood here was even stronger. He didn't know how much blood the other party had lost.
He had no sympathy, but wished that this scourge would bleed to death early, and he might be able to take some credit.
"Then shall I go out?"
There was silence for a few seconds. Before Jiang Lin could turn around, he said again: "You are not allowed to go out!"
"You are really fickle." Jiang Lin had already figured out the other party's temperament. He was not a murderous person, or he did not dare to kill at will here.
He moved closer until he was out of the way of the raindrops outside.
It was difficult to see clearly the people inside in the darkness, only the light fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose became stronger.
The hand on the ground seemed to touch something like a rag. Jiang Lin lifted it up and took it outside, where he saw it vaguely in the moonlight.
It seems like a skirt?
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