Chapter 50: Forging a sword, comparing yourself to others makes you angry!

"Brother Wei, that's awesome!"

"Is your movement more terrifying than before?"

"You damn monster, you can't accept it!"

Just returned to the private room!

Cheng Qingshuang, Cui Yongfu, Xiang Hao and others exclaimed and sighed.

Originally, everyone just hoped that he could last for half a cup of tea and then admit defeat.

Who would have thought that Wei Hong could force Black Bear Martial Arts Hall to stop.

Although it was just a draw, it earned a lot of face.

"Haha, this battle will make Xu Mufeng and others laugh at us for years." Xiang Hao laughed and said, "Brother Wei is still killing pigs in the butcher shop? Your talent in killing pigs is wasted after all, so Come and become a bodyguard in my escort agency. You don’t need to be a escort until you reach the Blood Refining Realm, and I’ll give you 20 taels per month.”

"What is a bodyguard? He is poor, tired and has no future." Cui Yongfu said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Wei came to our Cui family restaurant and didn't have to do anything every day. He was 30 taels of silver a month before the skin refining realm. Starting at 200 taels per month after the Blood Realm!”

"How dare you make an offer with this little money?" Cheng Qingshuang sneered and said: "Wei Hong, if you are willing to join my Cheng family, our family can take care of all the resources for your future practice, and we can collect all kinds of excellent martial arts secrets right in front of you. , I’ll let you choose the unmarried girls from my Cheng family, isn’t that beautiful?”

Everyone wanted to recruit him.

Martial arts prevailed in the Zhou Dynasty, and large and small trading houses liked to win over the strong.

Even if you just put your name on it, someone can send money to your door, so the real strong people will never be short of money.

Wei Hong's talent now revealed naturally makes people want to invest.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry!" Wei Hong raised his glass and said with an apologetic smile: "I don't care about money very much, and I like the life in the market, so I still want to stay in the butcher shop and kill pigs. Now I kill pigs every day. I am very comfortable killing pigs and working as a sparring partner in a martial arts gym in my spare time. I don’t want to be affiliated with any force for the time being, so I hope you’ll forgive me.”

"Okay!" Cheng Qingshuang was not angry, but full of appreciation: "You have a stable temperament, and you are not blinded by this drunkenness."

"Hahaha!" Xiang Hao also laughed boldly: "Brother Wei, don't be surprised, your talent is really coveted. We have been running the family business since elementary school, and we have always wanted to win over one or two. But your ambition It’s okay not to be here, our friendship is as light as water, just practice boxing and have a drink.”

Wei Honggao couldn't help but be a little surprised by their behavior.

Corporal Ken Lixian recruits talents for the family, and does not fall out or become grudges when the recruitment fails. The children and grandchildren educated by wealthy families are indeed extraordinary. They do not have any of the bad habits of playboys. It is no wonder that they can be passed down from generation to generation.

Although Wei Hong has no intention of completely integrating into this circle.

But it's nice to be friends with them.

Many friends mean many paths, and he still understands the importance of connections.

Therefore, he accepts toasts from all comers!

After a while, everyone started drinking and the atmosphere gradually became heated.

Xiang Hao, who was drunk and drunk, couldn't help but sigh: "Think about how we have been training our bones with decoction since we were young. We practiced boxing at the age of three and martial arts at the age of six. It took more than ten years to reach our current strength and cost the family countless resources. Let's compare it. Brother Wei is really ashamed!”

"No, comparing people to each other is so irritating!"

"Hahaha, we are really useless compared to Wei Hong."

Everyone laughed at themselves.

Lu Ming thought for a while and reminded: "But today I offended Xu Mufeng and others, will Wei Hong suffer revenge from them?"

"No!" Cheng Qingshuang shook her head and said: "They are not people who cannot afford to lose. They will not come here to embarrass Wei Hong. But Meng Kaishan has a violent personality..."

"Martial artists are all arrogant." Wei Hong raised his eyebrows indifferently: "If people know that he can't kill me on the martial arts stage and does it secretly, he will only become a laughing stock, but no one with a brain will Maybe the family behind him would never allow it.”

"Yes, this makes sense!"

Everyone nodded.

Cheng Qingshuang smiled when she saw this, clapped her hands and asked the maid to bring a stack of banknotes, and said: "The reward of 100 taels we just agreed on, plus a bet of 500 taels, Brother Wei, count them!"

"No need to count, I trust Miss Cheng."

Wei Hong was not polite.

He accepted the bank note calmly, but felt a little dazed in his heart for no reason.

Six hundred taels! Grandpa worked hard for ten lifetimes but could not save anything.

It would take him twenty years to survive without eating or drinking but killing pigs.

But for Cheng Qingshuang and others, maybe it’s just a meal, right?

The gap between people is really outrageous.

After drinking until the afternoon, Wei Hong finally said goodbye and left.

He stepped out of the boat and went straight to the blacksmith shop on West Street.

Today's battle with Meng Kaishan made him feel a sense of powerlessness. It was clear that his boxing skills were more exquisite and his steps were more clever, but his attacks on the opponent were like a mayfly shaking a tree to add to the joke, and he could not even break the defense.

This feeling is really uncomfortable!

Think about it again, what would Zheng Fusheng do if he also had this kind of defense power?

Wei Hong thought about it and decided naturally that he wanted to build a weapon.

Even if it's just a knife, at least it's better than fighting the enemy with bare hands.

"In addition, it is best to get a hidden weapon secret book as soon as possible and practice it every day when you are free. Your proficiency will increase with time. It will be good to have another method to fight the enemy."

Wei Hong thought for a while and found a remote blacksmith shop!

There was only a bald middle-aged man hammering in the shop. The air was full of the smell of burning coal, and the ears were filled with the sound of ding-ding. There were only a few ordinary iron tools such as hoes, sickles, and kitchen knives hanging on the walls.

However, Wei Hong knew that this blacksmith Hu was a great man.

He was aloof and taciturn, and never talked to his neighbors.

He was only obsessed with the craft of blacksmithing.

Most people might just think he was an ordinary blacksmith.

But the hooligans hanging around on the street knew that this blacksmith Hu not only had good martial arts, but also many martial arts masters often paid him a lot of money to make knives. No one could mess with him casually.

Wei Hong did not look around after he walked into the blacksmith shop.

He just waited quietly for the blacksmith Hu to finish hammering the iron block in his hand, and then politely said: "Master Hu, please help me make a small knife."

"Style, materials!" Blacksmith Hu said concisely.

"The blade is three inches long, slender and well-proportioned, without a blood groove!" Wei Hong described it while picking up the charcoal beside the stove and drawing on the ground: "The handle and scabbard are made of spruce wood, and the blade is made of black iron folded and forged more than a thousand times. It must be sharp, tough, and have outstanding armor-piercing ability. In addition, a hole for threading a rope must be left at the rear end of the handle!"

Hu the blacksmith took a deep look at him and quoted a price indifferently: "480 taels!"

Wei Hong breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Make me another 100 black iron plum blossom needles."

"580 taels, come back in three days."

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