The village is full of water and swords everywhere, and it is almost impossible to get on the feet. The corpses also make people feel strange and terrifying.

The village chief looked around, frowned, and said, "Crip, go and clean up, don't let them expose their bodies in the wilderness, and send them down the river. They will also burn the ingots, candles, paper boats and cranes."

The lame man limped forward, glanced at the blind man, and smiled and said, "I still recite poems, but I can't understand the truth."

The blind man was furious, and his beard blew up and said, "You can't chant yet, but you can't read a few words!"

Grandma Si hurriedly said, "Crip, keep good things when burying. Don't put them in the coffin. It's still worth some money. Next time, it's better to sell them for some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar!"

"Okay!"

Among the Daxu, the most expensive thing is not gold, silver, jewelry, but oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, silk, silk and satin. There is no such thing in the Daxu. It can only be transported by caravans from the outside to the Inlaid Dragon City. Then the residents of the Daxu used rare treasures and animal skins to exchange them. It can be said that salt is more expensive than gold.

Grandma Si always takes a cart of treasures and takes a few animals to the Inlaid Dragon City. She sells animals and treasures in exchange for some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

The pharmacist stepped forward, applied medicine to Qin Mu, bandaged the wound on his hand, and shook his head and said, "Catch the sword with empty hands, your vitality is not strong enough yet, don't show off next time."

Qin Mu felt his palms were so cold that he couldn't feel the pain, and said, "My sword control technique is not good, I can't be as agile as the Lijiang Sect. I feel that I have the strength but can't beat it."

"It's normal. The butcher's sword control skills are too poor and I can't teach you."

The pharmacist smiled and said, "There are people in our village who know the advanced sword control skills, but unfortunately I don't want to teach you."

The village chief's face was slightly dark and he said hard: "Pharmacist, there is a lot of water here, so I'll take me back to the house!"

The pharmacist smiled and said, "Then the village chief has to wait a moment. I am still bandaging Mu'er's wound."

After the wound was bandaged, Qin Mu saw the blacksmith mute picking up the sword on the ground, picked up a bite, and shook it gently, and saw thousands of flying swords flying automatically. Dingdangdang collided with the sword in the mute's hand. All of these swords disappeared and merged into a sword, which made him amazed.

He also stepped forward, picked up a sword and shook it gently, but nothing happened.

The mute grinned, with no tongue in his mouth. He ah ah twice, then rubbed the sword in his hands with both hands. The sword was actually getting smaller and smaller by him. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small silver ball, the size of a finger.

Qin Mu looked at the sword in his hand and wanted to rub it to see if it could be made into a small silver ball. The pharmacist hurriedly said, "Don't rub it, the wound that just bandaged! Mute, don't tease him, otherwise I will poison you!"

The mute kept laughing, snatched the flying sword from Qin Mu, and then stuffed the silver ball into Qin Mu's hands.

Click.

Qin Mu heard a slight sound from his shoulder, and then he was pressed by the silver ball in his hand and lay on the ground. The mute was startled and patted his forehead. He just forgot that this was the sword ball that was refined by thousands of swords gathered together. How heavy is the weight of thousands of swords combined together?

Qin Mu was caught off guard and naturally dislocated his arm and lay on the ground.

The mute was about to connect Qin Mu's arm when he was suddenly kicked out of the village by Grandma Si who was walking over. I don't know where he landed, but only heard the sound of ah ah coming from the air outside the village, getting farther and farther away.

Grandma Si had a faint face and held Qin Mu's arm, and said angrily: "Those who can't speak are bad embryos, and they are full of bad water! Mu'er, these swords are mother and son swords. One of the thousands of swords is a mother sword, and the others are son swords. As long as you find the mother sword, you can take back all the son swords. However, the sword balls of the Lijiang Sect are very heavy, and you can't pick them up yet."

She picked up a sword and shook it gently like a mute. Thousands of swords flew over and merged into the mother sword.

Grandma Si smiled and said, "If you want to turn the mother sword back into the sword pill, you don't need to rub it. The mute is playing tricks on you. You only need to compatible with the mother sword to retract the sword pill. Similarly, if you use this method, you can also use the son sword in the mother sword."

Qin Mu looked at the sword balls in her palm, blinked his eyes, and wondered: "Mother-in-law, there seem to be such silver balls in your room, there are so many!"

"Is there any?" Grandma Si blinked her old eyes and wondered.

"have!"

Qin Mu remembered that he had seen such silver balls in Grandma Si's room, and there were a lot of them, some were thrown under the bed, some were in shoes that were not worn, and some were also in corners.

When he was a child, he even played these silver balls as marbles and bounced around.

He even saw the old hen raised by Grandma Si, and ate this silver ball as sand and stone into his stomach!

Thinking about it now, it is really terrible. If these silver balls suddenly turn into swords on the old hen's belly, the scene would be really tragic.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

Grandma Si's eyes flashed and said, "You can hold it when you were a child, so it's naturally an ordinary silver ball, not a Jianmaru."

Qin Mu didn't believe it very much and said, "I've seen a big box in Grandpa's blacksmith's shop, which is full of these silver balls."

Grandma Si blinked her eyes, blinking even smoother than Qin Mu, and said with a smile: "Do you think the mute can be so rich?"

Qin Mu was a little confused by what she said. The mute did not look like such a wealthy person. He was clearly a bitter person who could only do ironwork. Haha.

Grandma Si smiled and said, "Don't think too much. Our village is all ordinary people, and they are all miserable and poor, and they are all disabled. We are just an ordinary village, and everything is normal. You may suspect that the box of mute is full of sword balls, so it's better to suspect that the water tank in the corner is also a treasure!"

Qin Mu looked at the water tank she mentioned. The water tank was placed under the eaves of the blacksmith shop and used to collect rain when it rained. However, the strange thing is that Qin Mu never saw the water tank full of water. No matter how heavy the rain was, there was always half a tank of water in the tank!

Moreover, the water in this jar has never been missing, and I have never seen it. The mute uses a lot of water to scoop out one bucket at a time, but there is still so much water in the jar!

When Grandma Si saw his suspicious eyes, she also felt that this example was a little wrong and hurriedly said, "Don't you think the pile of broken clay pots at the pharmacist's door are also treasures, right?"

Qin Mu looked at the broken clay pot at the entrance of the pharmacist. There were some unknown herbs in the clay pot, and there were some small insects such as spiders, silkworms, centipedes and the like.

Just now, water was filled with water, and a few insects crawled out and stood on the edge of the clay pot to fight. Suddenly, a black spider became angry and filled with flames. Then the spider swelled, turning into the size of a table, and spitting fire at other small insects. In the flames, several golden silkworms grew wings, becoming more than one foot long, flew out of the fire, and squeaked on the spider and bite.

The pharmacist poked his head out and scolded him. The insects quickly shrank and returned to the clay pot and stayed honestly.

Qin Mu became more suspicious, Grandma Si laughed dryly and said unconsciously: "These are all normal, they are just ordinary..."

Qin Mu tentatively said: "Mother-in-law, everyone outside can fly like a blind grandpa?"

Grandma Si nodded: "Everyone outside will fly."

Qin Mu said: "The people outside are like the people in our village, all of them are spiritual bodies?"

"It's all spiritual bodies!"

"The people outside are all as powerful as the people in our village?"

"It's amazing! Otherwise, the mother-in-law and the blind man would not be forced to hide in the big ruins! Don't always want to run outside. Be careful that people outside will die. The people outside are much more fierce than the blind man!"

...

Qin Mu was skeptical. The people outside Daxu were really as powerful as Grandma Si said, and they could do everything from heaven to earth?

By the riverside, the lame man packed up his body and buried it in the coffin. Master Ma slapped wooden wedges into the lid of the coffin, nailed it to the coffin, and then pushed the coffin into the river, allowing the coffin to drift down the river.

The river flows fast, and there will be many reefs and rocks downstream. These coffins are difficult to drift to the sea. They will be knocked out on the way, and the corpse will sink into the water and become food for big fish in the river.

"The Lijiang faction may be removed from southern Xinjiang."

The lame man looked at the coffin that was leaving and said indifferently: "The headmaster is dead, and all the masters in the sect are dead. It is difficult for this sect to survive."

"I'm not thinking about this now."

Mr. Ma shook his head and looked into the distance: "What I am thinking about now is the first person under the gods. Mu Beifeng is the maid of Wumiao Mansion in southern Xinjiang. National Master Yankang personally recruited him and was appointed as the second-rank official. He died, and the five elders of Lijiang died. Will this first person under the gods be alarmed?"

The cripple shook his head and said decisively: "It will alarm him! But he will never dare to enter the Great Ruins!"

Mr. Ma glanced at him: "Don't forget that a Yankang national master cannot do anything to Daxu, but behind the national master is Yankang State! Yankang State is a great sect with the reputation of the country! How could such a giant not stare at Daxu? There are countless treasures here!"
Chapter completed!