The Wheel-Turning Master.

Chapter 15 Flying Knife
"Second Master! I have kidney deficiency."

Lin Bai clenched his fists and mustered up his courage.

"What?" The flesh on Niu Er's face trembled and he looked surprised.

"Second Master, do you think I want to learn medicine?" Lin Bai risked his life. "If I wasn't sick and didn't dare to tell others, would I have to learn that shitty medical skill every day? I don't want to treat others, I want to treat myself!"

"..." Niu Er looked at Lin Bai meaningfully, and couldn't help laughing: "How old are you? Why are you so weak?"

"I was seriously ill a while ago..." Lin Bai didn't want to explain too much and just blamed it all on the illness.

"I didn't expect that you look so clean, but you are useless inside." Niu Er sighed, as if he had lost several hundred taels of silver. "It's also your fault that you are unlucky. In fact, great wealth is waiting for you!"

What about the overwhelming wealth? Even if I serve a few noble ladies, how much money can I get? Is it the empress who rules the country? Is her surname Wu?
"Second Master!" Lin Bai grabbed Niu Er who was about to leave and whispered, "Second Master, please don't spread this matter to others, otherwise it will be difficult for me to get married in the future."

"Am I the kind of person who doesn't keep his mouth shut?" Niu Er responded casually without looking at Lin Bai again.

Lin Bai returned home and continued his hard practice.

When I went to the market again the next day, I found that Lin Bai County Government and the Qinglong Gang were no longer investigating Pei Wuyong's case.

However, many people looked at him strangely.

Even Yun Ge'er, who sold crisp pears, didn't come to talk to me about the story of Wang's death due to lust. He even gave me a crisp pear without asking for money.

It turns out that tight-lipped people never say they are tight-lipped.

Lin Bai only felt that he had too much debt, and he was previously rumored to be able to turn the wheel, and now he was rumored to be sick...

Anyway, the reputation has never been good.

"Once I get through this period and become stronger, I won't return to this sad place called Huaxi County."

Lin Bai carried his load and went home early without waiting for the morning market to end.

After noon, there was a knock on the door. It was Mu Zhen.

She brought hot buns and a paper bag of...

"This is wolfberry, you can soak it in water and drink it." Mu Zhen's tone was slightly disappointed, "The buns are stuffed with leeks. I bought wild leeks specially."

Lin Bai could understand her state of mind. She wanted to live with him and must have fantasized about the power of the wheel. But now...

"Don't think too much. If you have an illness, treat it. You are still young, are you afraid that it can't be cured?" Mu Zhen didn't know whether he was comforting Lin Bai or comforting himself.

"Sister Zhen, those are all rumors. I'm not sick..." Lin Bai couldn't pretend to be sick in front of a woman.

"Look at you, you're still being stubborn. Take good care of yourself. If you need money to buy medicine, come to me." After Mu Zhen said this, she walked away without waiting for Lin Bai to say anything else.

Lin Bai felt Mu Zhen's warmth and thought, is this considered never leaving?

For the next five days, Lin Bai stopped setting up his stall. He had already thought of the reason: he couldn't stand the gossip and was afraid of being stared at.

After another five days of hard training, although the Wuji Gong has not yet reached the third level, there has been some progress.

That evening, half the sky was red with clouds and flames.

Lin Bai put on a wide-brimmed hat and went out for a stroll.

I'm not sure if Elder Tong is playing the game of appearing relaxed on the outside but being tight on the inside, or if he has other plans, so I'll just go out for a walk anyway.

The northern city of Huaxi County returned to peace, and Elder Tong seemed to have really left.

The Qinglong Gang took over the business left by the Axe Gang. The price of the secret door increased from thirty cents to fifty cents. This was the commission the Qinglong Gang took, and they took a cut every time they prostituted someone.

“Middlemen are disgusting!”

Lin Bai cursed in his heart and walked towards the west city.

This place is only slightly better than the North City. Lin Bai saw a blacksmith shop from afar.

Iron pots, knives, shovels, and cheap swords were hung on the side of the shop.

Lin Bai did not step forward, but just observed from a distance.

After a quarter of an hour, after making sure there was nothing unusual, Lin Bai walked forward.

It was already late at night, and there was no light in the blacksmith's shop, only the red glow of the charcoal fire.

The blacksmith was a man in his forties, and there was a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old. The two looked alike, so they were either father and son or uncle and nephew.

"Shopkeeper." Lin Bai pulled his hat and his voice became very hoarse.

"Sir, what would you like to order? I can make any tool, including a spatula and a hoe." The middle-aged blacksmith was shirtless, with a weathered look on his face.

"Knife." The flying knife from Lin Bai's sleeve fell into his hand and he held it upside down and handed it out.

"What is your name, sir?" the blacksmith asked casually while observing the flying knife.

"Tian Shuliang." Lin Bai said. "Uncle Tian, ​​this isn't a dagger, it's a flying knife, right?"

He was indeed an old blacksmith. He knew as soon as he touched the knife that the tip was heavy and the handle was light, so it must be a flying knife.

"Five, how much?" Lin Bai's voice was rough and without any emotion.

"The blood trough is a bit troublesome, two taels of silver for a knife." The blacksmith observed the flying knife for a while, returned it to Lin Bai, and then quoted the price.

Lin Bai held on to his bamboo hat, watching out for passers-by while lamenting the high prices.

"How long will it take to get better?" Lin Bai asked again.

The blacksmith thought for a while and said, "If you are in a hurry, it can be made by this time tomorrow, but..."

This is an opportunity to raise prices.

"This is the deposit. I'll come to collect it tomorrow night." Lin Bai threw out five taels of silver and turned to leave.

After turning several corners along the way, Lin Bai made sure that no one was following him, and then he returned home.

After another night of hard training, Lin Bai did not go to get the knife as promised.

Three days later, Lin Bai went out again in the evening.

Wearing a wide-brimmed hat and walking around a few times, Lin Bai finally arrived at the blacksmith shop.

From a distance, Lin Bai quietly observed the passers-by.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Bai made another circle and continued to observe and guard.

After confirming that everything was correct, Lin Bai did not have the terrifying feeling he had when he met the man in green that day, so he stepped forward.

"Sir, you are finally here!" The middle-aged blacksmith recognized Lin Bai immediately when he saw the familiar wide-brimmed hat.

Lin Bai looked at the blacksmith and didn't read anything unusual from his expression, so he nodded.

Handing over six taels of silver, the blacksmith did not even weigh it. After weighing it, he burst into laughter, and hurriedly called his junior to take out the five throwing knives he had made.

Lin Bai took it in his hand, without looking at it carefully, hid it in his arms, turned around and left.

"Uncle Tian, ​​please come again next time!" The blacksmith was very happy to see Lin Bai pay the money quickly.

Lin Bai ignored him, pulled his hat again, looked around, and walked into the alley.

"Uncle, do you want to go to a prostitute?" After walking a few steps, an old woman in her fifties blocked my way.

"..." When Lin Bai looked at her, he thought of the old brothel owner that Niu Er had mentioned, and he broke out in a cold sweat unconsciously.

"Uncle, don't look at me because I'm old. I'm a solicitor and the girls here are all very young!" The old woman was holding a handkerchief and wearing a flower on her hair, looking really coquettish.

Lin Bai ignored him and continued walking into the alley.

He visited a few secret doors, pretending to be a regular customer, and after lamenting the high prices, he took many detours back home.

He walked carefully along the way, leaning on his feet from time to time to observe his surroundings, and only returned home when the sky was full of stars.

I bolted the door and listened quietly for a while, but there was nothing unusual outside.

"I'm outwitting the air?"

Lin Bai was speechless, but after thinking about it, it was normal. No matter how powerful Elder Tong was in mobilizing both the black and white forces, he could not make Huaxi County leak-proof.

Unless it’s a god…Are there gods and immortals in this world?
Lin Bai suddenly realized that he had been buried in Huaxi County, focusing only on improving his strength and never looking up to see higher.

There are many legends about immortals and gods in this world. Occasionally they appear in the world to enlighten people, but no one around us has ever seen them in person.

"Is my stone disc some kind of artifact?"

Lin Bai was stunned for a while, gaining nothing, so he could only continue to practice Wuji Gong.

The next morning, Lin Bai had just washed his face when he heard a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was very light. Lin Bai knew who it was through the door, but he didn't expect...

"What?" Lin Bai opened the door with a stern face.

Zhong Xiuxiu still had her hair in a bun, carrying a medicine basket on her back. She tilted her head back, with big dark eyes, and asked, "Are you going to pick herbs?"

So you think I'm just a herbalist?
Lin Bai pondered and hesitated, fearing that he would meet Elder Tong again.

"Are you going or not? I won't call you stupid this time."

Zhong Xiuxiu twisted her two little hands together, and her big eyes showed both anticipation and fear.

(End of this chapter)