"Dun'er, I asked my mother. The best swordsman in the city is Gongsun."

"Bai Horse Gongsun?" the little fat man blurted out.

"No, it's Gongsun, who returned from Luoyang."

Gongsun is a big family in the north and has many relatives. The white horse Gongsun mentioned by the fat man seems to have not yet grown up.

"When I was young, I was a traitor in Luoyang, so I returned home when I was old. Now I live in a widow in the south of the city, and I have not accepted disciples for a long time." My mother told the news that I had inquired about and listened to the fat man.

"Is it Gongsun Jianwu?" The little fat man scratched his head, time was not up to par.

"You have heard of it, too?"

"So it's really Jianwu?" The fat man answered the question irrelevantly.

"That's right. I'll have a big banquet for guests, so I'll ask Gongsun's sword to dance to cheer him up. I'm very famous in Luoyang." My mother has long been used to the fat man's answers to the question.

"No matter how famous you are, you will have a day when you are old and lose your lust. There are few cars and horses in front of the door, and the boss will marry a businessman..." The fat man sighed.

The mother laughed: "You know everything."

"What my son is talking about is just human nature." The fat man took back the customized steel needle and walked towards the third uncle's house with him in his arms.

The foal was just weaned a few days ago and was taken back home by Liu Wu.

Seeing the fat man walking over from a distance, the little foal spread out his four hooves and happily greeted him. Uncle San was weaving straw sandals. The clogs were too heavy and not as convenient as straw sandals. Like toilet chips, weaving straw sandals is also a craft.

"Are you busy with Uncle San?"

"Not busy. What's the matter with Dun'er?"

"I want Uncle San to forge something for me." The little fat man was very polite.

"What?" Uncle San stood up with a smile.

After a few words and saying goodbye, the little fat man became the recognized prodigy Qilin in Lousang Village. Although he was young, no one dared to treat him as a child. Uncle San was no exception.

The little fat man took out the long needle and said, "Uncle, I want you to help me straighten it and twist it."

Before making a spring, the steel bars must be wired first. This will not only make the wire more uniform, but also make the wire smoother. This is a very important step.

Uncle San picked up the glazed pottery toilet that the four people carried, and he was quite strong. It was just right to find him.

After listening to the fat man's narration, the big man with steel beard laughed and said, "What's the difficulty!" He clamped the ends of the steel bar with fire tongs, roared and exerted force, and the steel bar was really stretched slowly!

Then, raise a clamp handle, wrap the steel wire around it, and cut off both ends. The spring needed by the fat man is made in minutes!

"Take it!" Although I don't know what the winding is for, I am a child prodigy, so there is a reason for it!

I just like Uncle San’s straightforward temperament!

The little fat man left happily, the big man with steel beard smiled and buried his head in his work.

The butterfly wing machine, arrow body snap buckle, and baffle iron sheet are also built separately in other places. The bamboo tube with sleeve arrows is wrapped with iron at both ends, and mangosteen is finished (baked) and cut and set aside.

After repeatedly experimenting with the spring elastic limit, the fat man finally determined the length of the sleeve arrow.

A few years ago, the third uncle sent a good bow and a pot of arrows, which were twenty of them, which was enough for the little fat man to squander.

Bang!

The sleeve arrow hits the red heart, and it’s three points into the wood.

Within twenty steps, the killing is very considerable. Especially after the fat man changed the arrow to a cone shape, both the killing and the stability have been greatly improved.

It is difficult to trigger the butterfly wing bulb. You must press it with your thumb. In the eyes of the fat man, this is completely unacceptable. You can only attack him by raising your wrist and shooting.

In front of people, he huddled his hands in his sleeves and tickled for a long time. It would be strange if there was no ghost.

He accidentally discovered that as long as he clenched his fists, a tendon would be raised high on his wrist. And if he pressed his fists slightly inward, the bulge would be more obvious.

Then my eyes lit up and I began to improve.

The butterfly-shaped frame is eventually beaten into an inward curve. In this way, just make the tendons protrude and you can fire it!

To prevent accidental shooting, you only need to turn the quiver tied to your arm and let the machine away from your wrist. However, in this way, you need to prepare in advance when using it.

The little fat man is very confident, and there is still time. After all, before people kill people, they have to shout "Let's name"?

After trying it a few times, the fat man finally understood why excellent assassins are all nine fingers. Because their fingers really prevent the wrist blade from popping out.

Now that the sleeve arrow is tightly attached to your wrist, if you are not careful, you will hurt your fist.

After repeated trials, the fat man finally found the most suitable size for the inward bend of his fist.

When he went to the toilet with a light, the female assassin dressed in night clothes was holding her pants with a frown.

"Wow!" the female assassin jumped up, "Why don't you knock on the door!"

The fat man touched his bleeding nose and swallowed his saliva and said, "Why do you knock on the door when you enter his own cottage? Besides, I'm in the men's bathroom."

He glanced at half of the snow buttocks that were still exposed outside, and the little fat man refused to look at him, "By the way, have you changed your mind? Or are you going to take my life?"

"Where is it?" The female assassin tidied up her clothes, wiped away the sweat from the tip of her nose, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I happened to pass by your house, so I borrowed a thatched cottage for use."

Seeing the little fat man standing with his hands behind his back, looking like a little adult, the female assassin couldn't help but smile and said, "Why, don't you believe it?"

"How can I believe you come again and again?" The fat man secretly adjusted the mechanism and took out his hand from behind.

"It's late at night, can't I even shouted and said, "I'll lend you a toilet for me?" the female assassin retorted.

Thinking about it, it was. The little fat man asked softly: "Isn't it better yet?"

"Honey has miraculous effects. It's just that hemorrhoids have recently attacked and I can't sleep at night." The female assassin told the truth.

"Avoid spicy meat and drink plenty of water. You can use mutton fat to apply to the affected area." The fat man thought for a while and said, "Let's find a stone called Ganshi. This stone is uneven and porous like a honeycomb. It is crispy and brittle, odorless, slightly astringent, and can float in water. It is best to have a light body, loose texture, large blocks, white or light red color."

"Gan Shi." The female assassin repeated several times, keeping it in mind. He was about to say goodbye, but was stopped by the fat man.

"I owe me a tank of water last time."

"Isn't it inconvenient for me? Next time, next time." The female assassin laughed.

The little fat man rolled his eyes and remembered something again: "By the way, have you heard of Gongsun from Yinma Lane, Zhuo County?"

"Huh?" The female assassin turned around and heard the voice: "Do you want to learn sword?"

"Yes." The fat man said the truth: "Defend yourself."

"Ha! Ha!" the female assassin nodded and smiled: "In ancient times, there was a girl named Zhao who had a natural sword technique. She lived in the mountains and forests and taught sword techniques to use soldiers to help King Goujian of Yue destroy Wu. The King of Yue called him "the sword of the girl of Yue in this world."

"The Sword of Yue Girl!" The little fat man's blood surged.

"Yes, Gongsun is the successor of the contemporary Yue Girl Sword. Ten years ago, it became famous in Jingji and was called Jianjue!"

"Jian Jue?" The little fat man scratched his head, "Isn't she a Maki? Why does it sound like a nickname for a Ranger?"
Chapter completed!