Early the next morning, the sun shone brightly and warmly on the small town in Yunnan, and the small town began another day of busy life.

Qingji got up early and continued to box. It was still the same set of boxing skills taught to him by the shopkeeper Zhao Heng. Qingji became more and more proficient in this set of boxing skills. Now his moves were full of wind, and his sleeves could be hit in the air with loud sounds.

After experiencing what happened last night, Qing Ji became more and more aware of the importance of improving his abilities. Now he has only reached the first level of martial arts mentioned by Li Shu. He is a novice who has just started, so he needs to work harder.

The Li Er he met last night was just a practitioner who had not yet entered the spiritual practice. Next time, Qingji didn't know whether he would be so lucky again.

After the punch, Qingji simply washed up, got dressed, and headed to the blacksmith shop.

There are many people coming out of Jiutiao Alley early in the morning. There is a morning market in the town. There are many things sold there and they are cheap. It is definitely a good deal for those in the slum areas.

When Qingji walked out of Jiutiao Alley, the people around him were pointing and making endless remarks.

Qingji didn't need to guess what they were talking about. He had never thought of making such a big fuss and no one came out to watch the fun. Now it seemed that there were quite a few people.

But Qingji didn't care and let them go, since he won anyway.

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As the acting shopkeeper, Qingji was in charge of opening and closing the blacksmith shop. After opening the door, Qingji began to clean the steps outside the shop.

The older generation has a saying that you should not put anything in front of your door, and make sure it is clean, otherwise the God of Wealth will not patronize your business.

Qingji liked these little stories very much because the old man Qingfeng told them to him.

Yulong Street in the early morning is a street for buying vegetables and selling snacks. There is no business at all for the blacksmith shop that opened its shop early in the morning.

Qingji sat bored at the front desk, resting his chin on his hands, thinking about something in a daze.

The Wild Wolf Gang is the largest gang in the town. Qing Ji has heard about it for a long time and has heard many rumors. Generally speaking, the existence of the Wild Wolf Gang is something approved by the county.

Although the town is small, its economy is not low.

There is a mine to the west of the town, which belongs to the town. The imperial court specially sent people to mine, which made the town develop well. The mountain to the west is called Longyan Mountain. Qingji didn't know why it was named so, and he always felt it was a bit strange.

Near noon, the blacksmiths arrived one after another to start a busy day of work.

Qingji, who was carrying a full load of water, had no account books to look at. Now he had nothing to do and seemed to be staring at the things in the store.

The boss named Jia still has to fulfill his orders. Just like Qing Ji said, now they are riding a tiger and cannot get off, so they have to ride on it.

Qingji looked at the large calligraphy on the front desk of the blacksmith shop. It was written by Miss Li before and is now hanging on the front desk. The calligraphy is very beautiful, but shopkeeper Zhao jokingly called it "Suppressing Ghosts".

It was night, and Qingji didn't know how Shopkeeper Zhao was doing. Anyway, Shopkeeper Zhao didn't drink any wine the next day.

Qingji looked at the word, it was the word "zhen", the outline of the strokes, the feeling of scolding Fang Qiu, it was very domineering, Qingji could not say such words, these words were all praised by Miss Li.

The more he read, the more fascinated he became. How could there be such beautiful words in this world?

Qingji scratched his head, why don't he read some books? It's not a solution to not know any words, otherwise he will have to rely on others to write letters to Shopkeeper Zhao and Miss Li in the future.

Qingji, who was still thinking about studying, suddenly became serious and looked at the door, because there were two figures, a man and a woman, dressed in white clothes with long swords at their waists. They looked like gods in the sky.

The man's name is Wang Yun and the woman's name is Qi Yu. They both entered this blacksmith shop by chance because they felt a different aura, which was very strong.

Wang Yun looked around. The blacksmiths were busy with their own affairs and did not care to look at them. Wang Yun's eyes passed over them and finally landed on Qing Ji who was sitting at the front desk.

Qing Ji saw the other party looking at him, so he stood up and asked with a smile: "What does the guest want to fight?"

The woman Qi Yu looked at the young man and could see his heels at a glance. She tugged at the corner of Wang Yun's clothes and whispered: "He's just a lowly martial artist. There's nothing to see. It's probably our misunderstanding..."

Wang Yun glanced at her, with a sullen look in his eyes. After seeing this, Qi Yucai honestly didn't say a word.

Wang Yun walked forward with a smile, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "May I ask if the manager of this store is here?"

Qingji returned the gift awkwardly, like a bad shrimp, and said: "Our shopkeeper has gone on a trip. I am the acting shopkeeper now. You can ask me anything you want..."

Wang Yun smiled and didn't care about the young man's unethical etiquette.

He looked at the young man up and down. He was a martial artist at the first level of martial arts and could be regarded as a member of the same sect.

Wang Yun did not look down upon this little shopkeeper. Since he was chosen to be the acting shopkeeper at such a young age, he must have something special about him. However, Wang Yun still had no intention of asking.

He continued to look around, and when he looked up, the word "zhen" fell into his eyes. Wang Yun's eyes instantly lit up, and he was extremely surprised.

Originally planning to leave, he looked at the young man, pointed at the calligraphy with a smile, and asked, "Will this calligraphy be sold?"

Qingji scratched his head, aren't you here to strike iron?

If you want to buy words, you should go to a bookstore.

Qingji did not hesitate at all about Wang Yun's question and said: "I'm sorry Mr. Ha, we don't sell this calligraphy, we only make iron..."

When Wang Yun heard this, he smiled and continued: "I know this calligraphy is not ordinary. Since we are all practitioners, no matter martial arts or Qi practitioners, I got a good mental method in my early years.

A path suitable for pure warriors, little brother, how about we make an equal exchange?"

Qing Ji shook his head firmly, he doesn't care what secrets you have, if Miss Li comes back and can't see her words, won't she kill him directly?

Wang Yun wanted to say something else, but Qi Yu on the side had already opened his mouth and said angrily: "Warrior, reckless man, lowly brat, my senior brother will exchange with you that it will be your blessing..."

"That's enough!" Before Qi Yu could finish speaking, Wang Yun turned his right hand in his sleeve. Qi Yu was immediately speechless and could only utter a low voice, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Wang Yun sighed, clasped his fists and apologized, and said: "You've made me laugh, my junior sister is like this, she has a bad temper. Since my little brother won't sell it, I don't want to ask for it either. The so-called Buddha has his fate, and the Tao has a smooth road.

, my name is Wang Yun, I won’t say anything about the sect, if the little brother wants to sell to me again, you can come to Yunlai Inn to find me and tell me my name..."

Qingji nodded, feeling that this person was so gentle.

Wang Yun apologized with a smile, said goodbye, and left the blacksmith shop with the woman Qi Yu.

Qing Ji was a little confused and looked up at Miss Li's handwriting. Could it be that this was really worth a thousand pieces of gold as Miss Li said?
Chapter completed!