Chapter 1216: Poor Public Security

Soon everyone in the yamen knew that two people had become constables through the back door.

The entire yamen was speculating about the identities of the two.

"The county magistrate is from the Taoist sect. He is impartial and doesn't give face to anyone. The fact that he can get through the back door means his relationship is very strong."

"Do you think it's possible that the two of them are from the Daoist Sect?"

"Impossible. The people of the Daoist sect are all chosen by the gods. How could they possibly become poor constables?"

To the common people, the constables are awe-inspiring and everyone is afraid of them. But once you become one, you will realize that this job requires you to work day and night shifts without interruption. You may be called back to work on your days off. If you encounter a big case, it is impossible to even rest. You are also required to have good skills to avoid being stabbed to death by criminals.

The chief clerk said confidently: "In my opinion, these two people are most likely from the barbarian tribe."

"Barbarian?"

"Yes, think about it, our Quyi County is in Huangzhou, and the barbarians are also in Huangzhou. These two are probably your relatives."

"But neither of them has the surname Man."

"Distant relative, a barbarian from another family."

“That makes sense.”

This view was quickly recognized by the entire yamen. Since they came in through the back door, the rules of the yamen would not apply to these two people. As long as these two people did not do anything too outrageous, they would just turn a blind eye.

…

There are many ores in Huangzhou, and the monks refine the ores according to local conditions. Over time, Huangzhou became a gathering place for blacksmiths, and there are more than a hundred blacksmith shops of all sizes in Quyi County.

The Wang's Blacksmith Shop was the most inconspicuous one among many blacksmith shops. Their main customers were neighbors who came to repair their shovels, hoes, kitchen knives and iron pots.

Old Wang, who is missing a front tooth, has superb skills and can always repair these things flawlessly.

But that's all.

There are only two people in the Wang family blacksmith shop, Old Wang and Little Wang, who depend on each other for survival. As Old Wang gets older, Little Wang takes over his work and repairs iron pots for the neighbors.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat." Little Wang the blacksmith called Old Wang to eat.

Normally, Old Wang would come out of the house with a smile on his face, but today, even though Little Wang the blacksmith called him several times, Old Wang didn't come out.

Little Wang the blacksmith was worried about his grandfather. When he entered the room, he saw Old Wang holding a piece of red cloth, staring blankly.

"Child, come here, grandpa has something to tell you." Old Wang's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were no longer as bright as before, but became extremely dim.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"In fact, there is something that Grandpa has never told you. In fact, Grandpa is not an ordinary person, but a monk."

"Grandpa's true identity is the heir of the Wang family, a hidden master craftsman with a heritage that has lasted for thousands of years."

"Grandpa violated the ancestral teachings and forged an evil sword. The evil sword has no rank and is bloodthirsty. The more people it kills and the more blood it drinks, the higher its rank will be."

Old Wang opened the red cloth in his arms, revealing a ferocious blood-red sword. The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a scarlet gem, like the eye of a devil.

"As soon as this sword came out, it was targeted by the Hundred Swords Alliance. The Hundred Swords Alliance wanted to take my sword away. I know that if this bloodthirsty evil sword falls into their hands, there will be a great loss of life."

"Grandpa fled all the way here to avoid being hunted down by the Hundred Swords Alliance."

"Grandpa wanted to destroy this evil sword, but unfortunately this sword is a product of my extraordinary efforts, and its texture is so hard that I cannot destroy it."

"Because refining magic swords was banned in Daxia, grandpa didn't dare to tell the government about it, so he could only live here incognito, and then he found you."

"It's a pity that after hiding for so many years, I was finally found by the people from the Hundred Swords Alliance."

Old Wang took out a token and said, "This is the Hundred Swords Hunting Order. I received it today. The Hundred Swords Alliance likes to play with their prey the most. If I am right, they should take action tonight."

"All members of the Hundred Swords Alliance hold the Heavenly Sword. Wherever the sword points, they are invincible."

Old Wang stuffed a package into the hands of Little Wang the Blacksmith and said, "Grandpa is incompetent and cannot protect you. Later, Grandpa will fight to the death with the people of the Hundred Swords Alliance. You should run away quickly when the chaos comes!"

"The hammering method that Grandpa taught you in the past is actually the ninety-nine-stage hammering method that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Divine Craftsman Wang family. From now on, you are the only heir of the Divine Craftsman Wang family!"

"Grandpa!" Little Wang the blacksmith hugged Old Wang and cried.

Little Wang the blacksmith is no less capable than a child, and Old Wang's eyes also became red.

…

"It's really quiet here late at night." Constable Lu Yang and Constable Meng Jingzhou were patrolling the streets at night.

It was already past midnight, and the street was deserted with only the two of them.

"By the way, have you decided what kind of Tao fruit you want to condense?" Lu Yang casually brought up a topic.

Meng Jingzhou shook his head and swung his sword back and forth: "I haven't figured it out yet. Even with Senior Jiuchongxian here, I can't condense things like the Zhiyang Dao Fruit."

"And you?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

As the two were discussing, they saw two dark figures walking towards them, blending into the darkness. The two figures were carrying something unknown on their backs, which was tied with black cloth and was bulging.

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"Stop, who are you and why are you wandering on the street!"

Lu Yang shouted, "Take out your ID or something else that can prove your identity!"

The two mysterious figures shook their shoulders and laughed sinisterly: "Ignorance is bliss. You are just unlucky to have met us."

"Our sword is our identity!"

They pulled out the things behind their backs, and they turned out to be two strange-shaped swords!

In an instant, two mysterious figures appeared behind the two young constables and put away their swords neatly.

"I have released eight swords." said one of the mysterious figures.

"I used nine swords." The other mysterious figure was even stronger.

The two mysterious figures sneered at each other and continued walking towards Wang’s blacksmith shop.

"Don't leave in such a hurry, come back."

Lu Yang grabbed the collars of the two mysterious figures.

The two mysterious figures looked at Lu Yang in disbelief. Logically, shouldn't this man have been cut into eight pieces by them? They wanted to draw their swords, but found that only the hilts of their swords were left! Meng Jingzhou looked helplessly at the broken iron pieces on the ground under his feet. What a broken sword! It shattered the moment it touched them.

The skills of these two guys are really poor. They didn't even notice that only the hilt of the sword was left, and they kept waving it like crazy.

"Tell me, what do you do?"

…

Wang's Blacksmith Shop.

The grandfather and grandson hugged each other and cried for a long time. Old Wang kept muttering in his heart, this is not right, the people from the Hundred Swords Alliance should be here by now.

Boom boom boom.

There was a knock on the door, and Old Wang was startled. Here they come!

"Is anyone home? We are the constables from the county government, and we want to know something from you."

Do you still want to pretend to be a constable to lure us to open the door? Do you think the Hundred Swords Alliance thinks I'm a fool? Old Wang wiped the sword with his palm, and the evil sword swallowed the blood in his palm and became more ferocious.

Little Wang the blacksmith secretly opened the door, and Old Wang gathered his strength and swung his sword at the two figures at the door.

"Run, kids! I'm going to fight you!"

Lu Yang stretched out his index and middle fingers, gently clamped the evil sword, and tried to control his strength as much as possible, for fear of breaking the sword.

Meng Jingzhou sighed, "The security here is not good. I was hacked by two groups of people on my first night as a constable?"

(End of this chapter)