Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

With Master Ruan's guarantee, Shen Qing felt relieved. He cupped his hands and said, "I'll come back in a month and a half. Thank you, Master Ruan, for making me some arrows that I can use."

Ruan Kiln Master turned to look at him and said: "Fifty cents a piece."

So expensive.

This price is worth a day's hard work of an ordinary hunter.

Fortunately, this amount of money is not too much for Shen Qing now.

"Then work hard and make twenty." Shen Qing took out a tael of silver and put it on the table, clasped his fists and left.

When Shen Qing went out, she met a girl in a blue dress.

A hairpin was inserted into her pulled-up hair on her head, and her breasts had swelled slightly, like hazy hills in the morning light, and she looked like she had grown hairpins.

It's just that he has an average appearance, with a few freckles on his face, and is somewhat similar to Ruan Kiln Master.

The woman in the long skirt turned slightly to make way for Shen Qing.

Shen Qing nodded politely and left calmly.

The woman in a long skirt glanced at Shen Qing's back twice before walking into the room.

She walked up to Master Ruan Kiln with a pot of crude tea and asked quietly: "Dad, who was that person just now?"

Ruan Chengbao put down the hammer in his hand, took the teapot and said, "Come here and let me make the bow."

"Oh, Dad, do you know where he lives and what is his name?" The girl asked curiously, "I have never seen such a handsome person."

"Why do you, little girl, have such a crush on you?" Ruan Chengbao looked at the girl with a half-smile but joked.

The girl said nothing and silently took the teapot handed over by Ruan Chengbao.

Ruan Chengbao smiled and said: "In a month and a half, he will come to pick up the bow and arrows. I will ask for you then."

"Well, it's all up to dad."

Ruan Chengbao didn't say anything more. He took out the red-hot black iron that he had just thrown in and placed it on the chopping board. He picked up the sledgehammer in his hand and smashed it down.

There was a bang and sparks flew everywhere.

…

In a deserted ridge outside Taiping County, the head of the Zhou family, Zhou Dingwen, took his eldest son Zhou Jishan, his second son Zhou Congwu and all their servants to stand in front of a new grave.

Next to it was a paper-made underworld, and other paper-made objects made by dead people were piled together while the servants were busy.

Each of these paper-made objects is lifelike.

They have everything from housing to daily necessities such as scissors.

There were even a dozen male and female paper figures inside, dressed as servants and standing outside the underworld.

After a while, a man who looked like a butler walked up to Zhou Dingwen and said respectfully: "Master, everything is ready."

"Then let's burn it all for Xiaoyu. She has spent a lot of time in the house since she was a child and is reluctant to leave home. She will be on the road today after May 7th. She cannot be allowed to suffer injustice down there." Zhou Dingwen couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.

The eldest son Zhou Jishan stepped forward and comforted him: "Dad, don't be too sad. The matter of the Twelve Sisters has passed. There is no resurrection after death."

Zhou Dingwen breathed out gently, calmed down the excitement in his heart, and said slowly: "Have you found out? Was it Huang Tianjiao?"

The eldest son Zhou Jishan said softly: "Haier checked carefully and found that the Twelve Sisters have no relationship with the Huangtian Sect. We have not had any conflicts with the Huangtian Sect. It doesn't seem like they did it."

"Who did that? How dare you do something in our Zhou family courtyard in broad daylight?" Zhou Dingwen said with sharp eyes: "My Zhou family has always been low-key. Do they all think that my Zhou family is weak and can be bullied?"

The eldest son Zhou Jishan said honestly: "I haven't found out yet, but now it seems to have something to do with... Qifang... The twelfth sister stayed out all night the day before her death, and the last place she went to was Qifang... "

Bang!

Zhou Dingwen slapped his palm on the tombstone in front of the new grave. The tombstone sank hard, and the foundation was suddenly three inches shorter, making a dull sound.

His face became filled with anger: "I'll investigate hard. I'd rather kill the wrong person than let him go."

"Yes, I will definitely check it carefully."

At this time, a ball of fire swayed from a piece of paper and spread slowly around.

Zhou Dingwen looked at the fire with sad eyes.

As the flames licked the paper-made pavilions, carriages, horses, figures and other items, the edges of the paper-made items began to curl, become blackened, and make a subtle crackling sound.

The fire gradually became more intense, and the flames jumped and tumbled in the wind, like a dancing fire snake.

As the heat wave rose, the paper-making supplies quickly turned to ashes in the flames, and bursts of green smoke rose.

Until finally it's all burned up.

"Go back." Zhou Dingwen waved with half interest and walked down the mountain.

The eldest son Zhou Jishan followed closely. As he was taking a step forward, Zhou Congwu pulled out his sleeve and said, "Brother, I remember, didn't you find out that there was someone else who came back with the twelfth sister in the end? This is very possible. "Bajiu has nothing to do with him, why don't you mention it to dad?"

"I have checked that person a long time ago. I only know that he is a young man. I don't know anything else. If I really want to find it, wouldn't it be like looking for a needle in a haystack? Why not do something sure? Qifang has become more and more arrogant recently. What follows? Let’s talk about it later.”

Zhou Congwu was stunned for a moment and said no more.

…

After returning from the kiln house of Ruan kiln owner.

Shen Qing devoted himself to cultivation as always.

During the day, he practiced Lingfeng Finger hard at Linfeng Hall, and occasionally practiced Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt. At night, he practiced Jiuzhuan Xuan Gong, which almost filled up the whole day.

In the backyard of Linfeng Hall, Shen Qing's muscles were tense and his skin was dark red.

"It's still a little short. Dragon Roar Iron Shirt is much harder to practice than I expected."

Shen Qing's mind moved and he glanced at the ink panel in his sight. Information about Dragon Roar Iron Shirt appeared in front of him.

[Skill: Dragon Roar Iron Shirt (beginner)]

[Progress: 92/100 points]

[Status: cannot be upgraded]

[Note: God will give a great task to this person, and must first make his mind and bones suffer. Continuously tempering the blood and sharpening the flesh and blood can increase the progress of the practice of this martial art and greatly improve the strength of the body. ]

Compared to the court martial arts such as the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, Dragon Roar Iron Shirt has no systematic rules, and the practice ideas in many places are very rough and simple.

So Shen Qing stumbled when practicing, and the speed was not fast.

This is when he has the blessing of the Hegemony Blood Art, otherwise, the progress will be even more behind.

It is hard to imagine that after the Great Zhou Dynasty took back the martial arts, it would be extremely difficult for a person without any foundation to practice martial arts in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Hu... Ha..."

Shen Qing exhaled a hot breath gently, and the tense muscles of his body relaxed, and layers of hot sweat oozed out of his dark skin.

As usual, he sat on a stone bench and took a short rest.

At the same time, his eyes could not help but drift outside.

For some reason, the number of people who came to practice martial arts in Linfeng Hall during this period of time has decreased by 20%, and the huge courtyard seems a little deserted.

Not only that, the "safety fee" he collected in the shantytowns in the outer city is also much less than before.

The number of people living in the shantytowns has decreased.

This is not good news.

Shen Qing looked up and found that the sky above Taiping County had been covered with dark clouds.