Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

After Lin Qing left the Fengling tribe, he headed west.

Tugui City is the closest city to the border between immortals and demons. Going west from the city, it is basically a desert area. Tugui City has thick walls to resist the wind and sand, so Lin Qing stopped here to rest.

Lin Qing disguised himself by first putting on a very ordinary human skin mask, then using magic to change his body shape, and finally activating the illusion formation given to him by Bai Yinjin.

After everything was safe, Lin Qing came to a blacksmith shop hidden in a deep alley.

The blacksmith shop was not big, with some iron tools scattered around, not limited to swords, spears and halberds, but also some rings and gourds. A muscular man was hammering a knife. The shape of the knife was very narrow. If it didn't have only a single blade, it would probably be mistaken for a sword.

The orange-red flames on the stove were surging hotly. The sturdy man had his shirt half-pulled down to his waist and tied with a belt. His naked upper body had muscles covering his bones with smoothly-flowing lines. His arms with bulging veins held an iron hammer and rhythmically smashed it down below. Beads of sweat slid down his chest, gradually forming watermarks that sank into the clothes around his waist.

Lin Qing stood at the door for a long time. Seeing that the other party was concentrating on the knife in his hand, he did not disturb him. He first glanced at the surrounding situation, then picked up a small chair and sat down to wait.

Lin Qing stood up from the small chair only after the clanging sound of forging stopped.

"Brave man, I want to forge a sword."

The sturdy man put down the knife in his hand, strode towards him, and put his shirt back on as he walked. His strong muscles hidden under the lapels made his body look tall and thin. Only then did Lin Qing realize that the other party was a bald man. He seemed to be still thinking about the forging problem of the knife just now. He paced with his eyes half-closed, and had a feeling of compassion for the world.

The bald man asked casually, "What kind of model do you need? Do you have a blueprint?"

"Have."

Lin Qing handed over a piece of paper, but on it was not a blueprint of a sword, but a crescent of ink with a black dot on it. If you look closely, you can see that it is a star-shaped ink dot.

The bald man looked directly at Lin Qing for the first time, glanced him up and down, and was about to speak when he heard a noisy sound coming from not far away.

He raised his hand to signal Lin Qingxian to wait, and then took two or three steps out of the blacksmith shop.

Outside the door, four servants in uniform carried a sedan chair in. The young master on the sedan chair was handsome, with a fair face, dark and bright eyes, light and lively eyebrows that outlined a beautiful arc, a delicate nose, red lips and white teeth, and looked very smart.

He wore a moon-white robe, with lines on his elbows and wrists that highlighted his delicate frame.

The sedan chair was gorgeous and light, with two servants behind it fanning it, and a string of strong servants following on both sides.

When the young master saw the bald man coming out of the blacksmith shop, he raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth in an evil arc, and said lazily:

"Smash it for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the servants on both sides of him ran forward, raised the tools in their hands and were ready to smash the shop.

Lin Qing frowned and glanced at the bald man, wondering whether to help. However, he saw the bald man blocking the door, clasping his hands together and saying compassionately: "Donor, please do no evil and never lose your original intention."

Lin Qing thought to himself, this shop owner is really a monk? He thought the other party shaved his head on purpose because he sweated too much during work.

The young man smiled maliciously again, "What if I say I'm going to smash it?"

"Have I ever offended you?"

"Someone has accused you of beating up civilians in the street and bullying orphans and widows. I am going to smash your store to let you know that you must never do bad things in my Tugui City."

“I have never done this before.”

"Oh, bring him up." The young master waved his hand and brought a thin and weak middle-aged man with a hunched back. He knelt down and said, "Master Fang, please help me. This bald guy bullied me because I am weak. He beat me so hard that I couldn't get out of bed for several days."

The bald monk shook his head and said, "Donor, there is a reason for this. This person bullied orphans and widows in the street. I stepped forward to stop him, but he refused to change despite repeated admonitions. I only gave him a small punishment and a big warning."

The young master glanced at the thin man, then glanced at the bald man's tall body, and sneered: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Then he said to the servants at the door:

"Smash!"

The servants rushed forward and overwhelmed the bald man, who sighed and said, "In that case, I also know a little bit of martial arts."

After saying that, he opened his clasped hands and clenched them into fists, and punched the servants hard, knocking them down one by one.

Then the monk walked slowly towards the young master on the sedan chair with great momentum.

The four servants who were carrying the sedan chair were so frightened that they pissed their pants and fell to the ground.

The sedan chair fell to the ground, causing the young master to grimace in pain. "Waste! What's the point of keeping you! Get up now! Get up!"

The young master held his waist with one hand and pointed at the servants with the other and cursed them. The servants he pointed at all looked away, and some simply got up and ran away.

When the bald man stood in front of him, the young master realized that the other person was almost twice as big as him and much taller than him.

When he was standing far away in his clothes, he only thought that the other person was a tall and thin young man. He didn't expect that the sense of oppression would be so strong when he got close. The young man swallowed nervously, poked his finger at the bald man's chest and bluffed:

"How dare you! I tell you, I am the son of the Lord of Tugui City. If you dare to hit me, I will not forgive you! If you know what's best for you, just kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, and I will show mercy and forgive you this time! Otherwise, I will make you pay!"

The bald man shook his head and reached out to pull down the finger that he had poked and made him feel itchy.

Then I realized that the young master's hands were white and thin. When he held them in his palms, they looked even whiter, tenderer and softer against his bronze skin.

He originally wanted to knock down this domineering young master with one punch, but after comparing the other's body with his fist, he was worried that his one punch would send this young master to see the Buddha in the West.

Forget it. Looking at his face and clear eyes, he is not a bad person. I will forgive him for now.

The young master tried hard to free his hand, but unfortunately the other party was so strong that his hand was like an iron clamp. The young master struggled until his face turned red and sweat covered his forehead, but he still couldn't save his hand.

The monk figured it out and let go of his hand, but the young master had used too much force, and as soon as the monk let go of his hand, the young master fell backwards suddenly.

The monk was quick to pull him up, and when he saw that he had stood still, he turned around and went back.

The young master left in a rage, and the remaining servants who were still wailing were frightened by the bald man's gaze, and hurriedly ran away in pain. Those who could not run away crawled outside.

The farce in the alley finally ended. The monk closed the shop door and led Lin Qing to the backyard.