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As soon as Tang San arrived at the blacksmith shop, all the blacksmiths looked at him and smiled, and some shouted, "Tang San, you have a new scar on your face!"

He didn't answer, but said to the boss, "Warm two kilograms of carbon and weigh one tael of pig iron." Then he gave out nine copper soul coins.

They shouted loudly and deliberately, "You must have no moral ethics again!"

Tang San opened his eyes wide and said, "Why do you accuse someone of their innocence out of thin air..."

"What kind of innocence? The day before yesterday, I witnessed you using that gadget called a hidden weapon to sneak attack a great soul master, but you were hung up and beaten."

Tang San blushed, the veins on his forehead popped out, and argued, "Hidden weapons can't be considered sneak attacks... Hidden weapons!... Can the Tang Sect's affairs be considered sneak attacks?" followed by a series of difficult words, what?

The "Tang Clan Code" and the "way to death" made everyone burst into laughter: the atmosphere inside and outside the shop was filled with joy.

I heard people talking about it behind their backs, and Tang San turned out to be a soul warrior, but after all he was a useless martial soul, and there was an old man at home who was just waiting to die. So he became poorer and poorer, and was about to beg for food. Fortunately, he had the strength to do it for him.

People make blacksmiths in exchange for a bowl of rice.

It's a pity that he always talks about revitalizing the Tang Sect, and specializes in hunting weird things called hidden weapons. After making them, he doesn't sit there for a few days before he goes to provoke the soul master. Those little things are of little use to the soul master. Naturally

He had to be beaten so many times that all the money he earned was used to pay for his medical expenses.

Tang San had no choice, he couldn't bring back the money, and he was angry with the old man in his family when he returned home, so he couldn't help but feel cynical and cynical, so he used some hidden weapons to attack the spirit master, but was beaten again, and his reputation gradually deteriorated.

After Tang San hit the iron for a while, his red face gradually recovered, and others asked again, "Tang San, is the Tang Sect's Kung Fu really that amazing?"

Tang San looked at the person who asked him, showing an air of disdain to argue. Then they continued, "How come you can't even get half a soul master?"

Tang San immediately looked depressed and uneasy, his face was covered with a layer of gray, and he said some words; this time it was all about the glory of the Tang Sect, some of which he didn't understand.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the owner of the blacksmith shop was slowly settling the bill, taking off the powder board, and suddenly said, "Tang San hasn't been here for a long time. I still owe nineteen copper soul coins!"

I also felt that he had indeed not come for a long time. A blacksmith said, "How could he come?... He has broken his leg."

The boss said: "Oh!"

"He always makes a sneak attack. This time, he was unconscious and used something called the Zhuge Divine Crossbow to sneak attack Zhao Hun Sheng. Can a being like Soul Sage be able to sneak attack him?"

"What happened next?"

"How's it going? First, he refused to accept it and swore about the way to die. Then he beat him. After beating him for most of the night, he finally accepted it and said he wanted to make a bet. How could the majestic Soul Saint make any kind of bet with him? So,

He was beaten again and his leg was broken again."

"What happened next?" "Then the leg was discounted." "How was the discount?" "How?... Who knows? Maybe he died." The boss stopped asking and continued to settle his accounts slowly.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind became cooler day by day, and it was almost early winter. I had to put on a cotton-padded jacket after relying on the fire all day. In the second half of the day, there was no customer, so I just sat there with my eyes closed.

Suddenly I heard a voice, "Weigh one or two plate crystals." Although this voice was extremely low, it sounded familiar. There was no one around when I looked. I stood up and looked outside, and I saw that Tang San was sitting under the counter facing the threshold.

, saw me, and said, "Weigh one or two plate crystals."

The boss also stretched out his head and said, "Tang San? You still owe nineteen copper soul coins!"

Tang San looked up dejectedly and replied, "This... I'll pay it off next time. This time it's in cash, and the crystal must be gold."

The boss smiled as usual and said to him, "Tang San, you made a sneak attack again!"

But this time he was not very argumentative and simply said, "Don't make fun of me!"

"You're making fun of me? If you didn't attack me secretly, how could you break your leg?"

Tang San whispered, "Fall, fall, fall..." His eyes looked like he was begging the boss not to mention it again. At this time, several blacksmiths had gathered, and he and the boss both laughed. I weighed the plate crystal

, take it out and place it on the threshold.

He took out four large copper soul coins from his ragged pocket and put them in my hand. I saw that his hands were full of bluesilver grass clippings. It turned out that he had used this grass to get them. After a while, he pulled out a few dragon whiskers.

The needle sat down and swung away with the blue silver grass amidst the blacksmith's laughter.

From then on, Tang San was not seen for a long time. At the end of the year, the owner of the blacksmith shop took off the powder board and said, "Tang San still owes nineteen copper soul coins!"

On the Dragon Boat Festival of the second year, he said again, "Tang San still owes nineteen copper soul coins!" 81 Chinese website

I didn't say anything about it until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't see him until the New Year's Eve.

I haven't seen him until now - probably Tang San is indeed dead.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possess the memory of the previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to clean away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.