It was dark, and there were two people talking in a shop in the capital.

"Has the door been paddled?" asked an old man with a flushed face in the candlelight.

"It's closed, Master." A strong man replied.

"I asked you if you were to do it?" the old man asked again.

"Hehe." The strong man grinned. Although he was already strong, he still showed a child-like guilty expression when facing the master's inquiry.

"Our here is a weapon shop. Which thief would come to us without any eyes to steal things.

If the thing is lost, and all the constables in the capital cannot afford to lose that person, then will they not be able to catch people in the city?

Besides, if we both have almost the same drink, we should have to afford to have a night out or something?"

It was obvious that the strong man meant that he just closed the door and did not scratch the inside.

The reason why he said this is certainly a reason, but it is more like a kind of ruling for himself to be lazy.

The old man glanced at his apprentice with a faint look and responded without comment.

The strong man laughed again, knowing that his lazyness was once again accused by his master.

It is said that master and disciple are like father and son.

That's even more so nowadays.

If the master accepts his disciple, it is equivalent to passing on the skills he has figured out or passed on to his disciple.

When an apprentice enters, he also has to bow down to his head.

Not to mention it, it would be similar to the fact that all officials would like to bow three times and kowtow nine times when they see the emperor.

After that, the master naturally had to teach his skills, and the apprentice wanted to support his master. If the master was gone, he would also be mourning and then holding the coffin!

The old man was old. Although his naked upper body was still strong, his skin, which was a little loose, seemed to be explaining the truth that time was unforgiving.

My apprentice has learned 90% of his skills, and the remaining 10% is all thanks to the polishing of time.

My son is too old to help me. The same is true for my apprentice when I grow up. The old man is still open-minded, so he no longer criticizes his apprentice for having a small flaw.

The old man sat firmly on the bench and picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, then pinched a fried peanut with his hands and ate it.

The strong man who was his apprentice also sat opposite the old man and ate peanuts and drank.

This is a blacksmith shop.

Under the candlelight, the stoves that burned iron and bellows in the shop were all reflected with a faint red light, just like the fire when they knocked on iron tools during the day.

On the four walls of the shop were hung with various long and short swords, guns, swords and halberds and iron rulers that only the constables would use.

"Is there anything new outside recently?" the old man asked after another sip of wine.

"It's nothing big. When I went to deliver weapons yesterday, I saw another notice. The constables were very busy, saying that they were catching a flower-picking thief." The strong man replied.

The old man said "Oh" and said he knew.

"But I heard that that person may not be a flower picking thief. It seems that Prince Yu wants to take a concubine, so the man drew a pear tree and hung it on the plaque of the Prince Yu's Mansion.

Think about it, too, that old prince is so old. It will still cause trouble for the little girl." The strong man said a little angry, but then sighed, "I don't have a wife yet!"

And the old man pretended not to hear it, and still drank and chewed peanuts.

This is a strange situation. The young are nagging, while the old are as if listening.

This is how their master and apprentice are. They are both old and young, and they don’t know how many such nights they have spent together.

When the sound of the clamor in the distance became louder, the old man and the strong man finally went to bed.

Older people will naturally snore, and the snoring sound of young and strong apprentices who have worked for one day are definitely not small.

So the two snoring sounds, one high and one low, were mixed together in the dark, as if they were still chatting.

"Oh my god, I finally fell asleep. Why is a big man like a woman? He is so stubborn?" At this time, someone sighed in a low voice outside the window of the weapon shop.

That was Bai Yuchuan's voice.

"Oh my god, just use your pills and do things. I think you are quite sluggish." That was the voice of the wedding candy.

Bai Yuchuan stopped talking, stretched out his fingers and dipped them in his saliva and pressed them on the window paper.

When my fingers silently pressed the window into a small hole, a thin bamboo tube penetrated into the room from the hole.

There was a slight sound of blowing, and a stream of white smoke was blown into the blacksmith shop and slowly dissipated into the invisible night.

"Okay!" Bai Yuchuan said after a moment.

So the door that was not closed was squeaking, and three figures slipped into the shop that was still snoring.

Bai Yuchuan likes to say that wedding candy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The third person has been silent but does not mean that he does not exist.

In fact, the opinions of this third party are being taken more and more seriously because it was Shang Zhen.

The door was closed, the candlelight lit up, and the room was brighter again.

The shop is still the same shop, but the big kang on the shop is full of flesh and blood.

"Wow, so many weapons, okay, you're a little slut!" Xi Tang sincerely exclaimed.

Bai Yuchuan was about to give up his mouth, but Shang Zhen quickly winked Bai Yuchuan and signaled him not to say anything, or not to be like wedding candy.

So Bai Yuchuan snorted in anger.

Shang Zhen and his friends had planned to rescue Caiwei and wanted to cause trouble to the Jade Prince, but in this process, it was very likely that they would have a conflict with the constable.

The weapons that Shang Zhen and the others brought from the northwest were all scimitars hidden under the carriage.

When Bai Yuchuan "demolted" the carriage, Shang Zhen and his others took the scimitar and his longbow to the Tibetan Xianglou Building.

Shang Zhen's long bow is not short, it is understandable that the length of the bow is wide and the strength is enough to shoot the arrow far away.

But they could tell that they were from Hu people with one stroke.

If the constables in the capital treat them as Hu spies, then the ones who chased them might not only be the constables, but they are afraid that the people from the Jinyiwei will have to come up!

According to Shang Zhen’s action plan, these weapons are not good, it’s too short.

Shang Zhen just casually mentioned whether he could get some shortcuts, so Bai Yuchuan led them to the blacksmith shop.

"A knife is a good knife, but it's too long.

The sword is also good, but it doesn't work. It seems that I have to use an iron ruler." Xitang sighed, and then added, "Your drug is good, you used this medicine when you are in trouble with good women, right?"

"You fart! I have a master's degree. If I harm a good woman, I will be sent by God." Xi Tang successfully annoyed Bai Yuchuan again.

"Western Candy--" Shang Zhen had to intervene. It's not impossible to talk to each other, but it's important to determine the importance of it.

When Xi Tang saw that Bai Yuchuan was annoyed, Shang Zhen also spoke and stopped talking.

For some reason, he just wanted to see Bai Yuchuan being angry with him. If Bai Yuchuan wanted to fight him one-on-one and he wouldn't come, he was just annoying!
Chapter completed!