Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"What's the meaning."

Lu Meng checked this crossbow and found that there was no problem with its quality.

But from what Lu Yong said, it seems that there is a hidden secret in this matter?

"This crossbow was actually given to me by the master who taught me how to make a crossbow..." Lu Yong explained slowly, without any concealment in his words.

Judging from what he introduced, this blue-grade shooting crossbow was not even made by his master.

The maker of this crossbow just asked Lu Yong's master to keep it for him, but he never came to pick it up again. After being kept like this, it has been passed down to two generations.

"And my master's technique for making crossbows was actually taught by this mysterious man."

"So, he is your master?"

"It doesn't count. According to the master, that man never had any intention of accepting a disciple, and he was unwilling to reveal his identity and origin." Lu Yong recalled, "But he has a master-level crossbow making craftsmanship. This shooting crossbow It was just something he did casually.”

"Such talents will be reused even if they join the merchants in Fangshi." This was the first thing that Huo Buyang thought of on the side.

He was worried that if this mysterious man was providing crossbows to Fangshi, then the threat Lu Meng would face would be much greater.

"Yes, but that's why it's strange." Lu Yong nodded, "This mysterious man seems to be very repulsive to Fangshi and is unwilling to have anything to do with them. He only came after knowing that my master was working for a gang. I have severed all contact with Master."

So it is impossible for ordinary gang members to be worthy of a crossbow of this quality, Lu Meng.

——In fact, even Lu Yong himself makes a lot of toothpick crossbows, and the quantity is large and easy to communicate with.

"How old was he at that time?" Lu Meng raised a rare question. Before, he had just listened silently during the process.

"Twenty or thirty years old, even a little younger than the master at that time." Lu Yong said with emotion, "My master has been dead for more than ten years. If this mysterious man is still alive now, he should be in his forties." .”

"Master said that when the man left, he must give this crossbow to someone who is qualified to use it."

Lu Meng smiled.

The quality of this crossbow is indeed good, but it is not a peerless magic weapon. It is too solemn to include such a gift.

It's a bit of a fuss.

But thinking about it, it was just the unintentional words of the so-called "mysterious man", but Lu Yong's master regarded it as a lifelong promise, so he kept the crossbow for his whole life.

It could also be out of guilt for that person.

Even if he was forced to surrender to the gang in life, he still felt that he had failed to live up to that person's expectations.

"Then why did you give it to me now?"

It's not because you want to... Of course, Lu Yong didn't say this in his heart.

He said hurriedly: "Of course I think Boss Lu is the person qualified to use it...but I want to remind you."

"Except for us craftsmen, concealing a crossbow is a serious crime."

"You have to be careful." Lu Yong's tone was indeed quite candid.

"Thank you."

Lu Meng smiled and said, "It's a pity that this is not the only serious crime I have committed."

"By the way, may I ask your master's name?" He felt that he should know the name of this old craftsman.

"His old man's name is Wei Zhi."

Lu Meng nodded: "Remember."

It was a name he had never heard of.

There are no plot twists or subplots, it's just all the living beings in the background of the world.

But even then there are promises that you want to keep.

There will always be moments like this in a person's life.

…

After watching Lu Yong leave, Huo Buyang handed today's payment to Lu Meng.

This time the animal meat earned 14,000 Kai coins.

A total of 8,000 karat coins were spent on the backpack and miscellaneous items, and 5,000 karat coins were spent on the crossbow. A total of 13,000 karat coins were deducted.

After such a rough calculation, I still made a net profit of one thousand Kai coins on this day, breaking even.

It's a very healthy cash flow.

This time when we go back, all the sundries from the butcher stall can be put into Lu Meng's backpack, and there is no need to hold or carry the bag with both hands.

Can concentrate on holding the weapon.

Because of Lu Yong's incident, although they closed the stall early, it was actually much later than before when they left.

Along the way, except for some residents who have settled here, the customers on the entire black market street were also in a hurry.

Some of them had anxious expressions on their faces, as if they had missed the best time to leave before nightfall and were worried about whether they could get home safely today.

Some skilled people are so bold that they wait until nightfall to take out their precious cargo under the cover of darkness.

There are also some hiding in dark corners, not hiding their greedy eyes, seeming to be choosing the target to attack today.

It's just that these snake-like eyes shrank back like an electric shock when they touched Lu Meng, obviously recognizing his identity.

But Lu Meng seemed unaware.

The black market actually has no closing regulations, but everyone consciously leaves before dark.

Now look at the scene of the black market after the crowds have receded. No one has cleaned up the scattered debris, and there is some floating soil on the road that was once trampled by people. The door shops on both sides that are busy with customers during the day are actually just some self-built shanties.

If there were no people coming and going, this place would be no different from the Wanyan Street he had seen.

And if there were no people living there, Wanyan Street would be no different from the ruins he walked through while scavenging.

“I don’t know if it’s because Old Tangtou is not around, but the market closing tonight was even more chaotic than before.”

Lu Meng walked towards the wilderness outside the black market.

By coincidence, he happened to bump into a figure flashing in front of the black market arch.

The figure was startled and turned to look at Lu Meng.

Lu Meng had no choice but to take Huo Buyang and salute him.

It was Tang, the iron arm of the black market.

The moment Old Tang turned around, Lu Meng saw his wrist flip up, and the large jar of something originally held in his hand was tucked into his sleeve.

At this moment, facing Lu Meng, there was nothing strange about him.

Lu Meng wanted to say "What a handsome kung fu!" like in a storybook, because even with his current skill, he couldn't do it so smoothly.

Unfortunately, he saw clearly what was in the glass jar.

Isn't that the camel whip I sold two days ago?

Now I can't even speak.

Lu Meng still remembered that when he sold it to the black market guard, he said he wanted to give it as a gift.

My feelings are given to your old leader!

It’s true that everything can be soaked in wine.

However, Lu Meng didn't know much about this aspect of human society before.

When a subordinate sends such a gift to a leader, are the recipients happy or unhappy?

Old Tang was also very helpless.

Today, he waited until nightfall to return to the black market, just to avoid the people coming and going.

If it was an ordinary person who bumped into him, it wouldn't matter to him.

Because with their strength, they may not even be able to recognize who they are in the dark.

But he realized that this person was coming.

——I bought this camel whip from someone else.

As a protector of the black market, he certainly knew the news that Lu Beiyou had become a warrior.

It was a matter of course that he could recognize his own figure in the dark night.

I can't pretend not to notice it either.

There are many people who practice martial arts in the black market, and there are many who are strong and strong. Unexpectedly, he was the first to become a warrior.

They were clearly the type of people he didn't like.

"Beiyou," Old Tang cleared his throat, "You are very good."

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