Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

Although the gold-grabbing plan failed, Lin Xun was still curious about what kind of weapons the weapon map could create.

Sneaked into the room of the middle-aged man early, and hid it under the bed. The initial investment capital was not enough, and his kung fu could barely rank among the masters. Lin Xun is best at lightness kung fu and concealment. Even Ning Zhongqing may not be able to. can be found.

The middle-aged man also temporarily took on the errand of helping Lin find chickens, and he returned in the evening with chicken feathers all over his body.

Against the cold floor, Lin Xun regretted not bringing bed sheets.

The sounds of hammering iron and complaints came alternately, and the middle-aged man gave full play to the spirit of a chatterbox and talked to himself.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound stopped abruptly. Someone pushed the door open, and Lin Xun heard the middle-aged man call out, "Master." '

His voice was no longer flattering as usual, and there was a sense of calmness that didn't match his appearance.

There was no sound for a long time. Just when Lin Xun almost thought his hiding place had been discovered, the middle-aged man's voice sounded: "The person who designed this picture is simply a genius."

Ning Zhongqing: "How long will it take to make it?"

The tone of the middle-aged man was a bit uncertain: "The precision requirements are too high. It's okay to do it individually. If it's mass-produced, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"The head can find a few helpers who are good at making weapons."

Ning Zhongqing: "I will let people pay attention, you start first."

"Yes." The middle-aged man said: "Also, I need someone to help me out. It's best to be flexible."

Ning Zhongqing murmured, "Choose one, Thief King or Lin Xun."

The middle-aged man said without thinking, "Lin Xun."

Thinking of the king of thieves, he shuddered, thieves are not empty-handed, if he is allowed to come, half of his shop will be stolen.

Ning Zhongqing: "I see that Lin Xun intends to go out to inquire about Shaolin abbot." After thinking for a moment, he said: "It may not be easy to convince him."

The middle-aged man took a sword from the wall, "I will pay a visit tomorrow with this sword."

Ning Zhongqing: "You live next door. You don't have to wait until tomorrow. It's not too late now. I'll go with you."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed: "Okay."

Lin Xundun, who was lying under the bed, didn't feel well. The two of them lived in a room separated by a few steps, so he would definitely be found if he went out through the main entrance.

He could vaguely hear a knock on the door from outside, Lin Xun crawled out, jumped out from the back window, walked around, pretending to be surprised and shouted: "Brother Ning."

Ning Zhongqing turned her face to the side, and saw Lin Xun walking in disheveled clothes.

The middle-aged man asked curiously, "Where did you go?"

Lin Xun: "Take a walk."

The middle-aged man looked at him with strange eyes: "Walk on your belly?"

Her hair was disheveled, and there was dust on her clothes. Those who didn't know thought they had gone out and had a fight with someone.

Lin Xun smiled without explaining, Ning Zhongqing thought of something, half-jokingly said: "Maybe little brother Lin really walked around like this."

The middle-aged man was not as extravagant as the two of them, so he directly explained his intentions.

Lin Xun was very interested, and then rejected him: "To be honest, I have always been impatient, and I can't do this kind of work."

The middle-aged man was about to say a few words of persuasion, but Lin Xun suddenly said, "Isn't there a suitable candidate?"

The middle-aged man said with a sneer: "Forget about the thief king, I can't command him."

Lin Xun shook his head: "I'm talking about Liu Wu."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment. The young man had thin arms and legs, correspondingly light bones, and quick movements.

Ning Zhongqing nodded: "He is responsible for getting the complete weapon map, and Liu Wu should have a look."

Middle-aged man: "I'll go find him now."

"Wait a minute."

The middle-aged man turned his head: "Is there something else, little brother?"

Lin Xun didn't speak, but stared at the sword in his hand, and laughed twice.

The latter understood, and gave him the sword: "It's just a sword, if my little brother likes it, I will give it to you."

Lin Xun wore it directly on his waist, and words of gratitude came at his fingertips.

Not everyone has his thick skin, the middle-aged man felt embarrassed and left in a hurry.

Only Lin Xun and Ning Zhongqing were left, the night breeze was blowing, Lin Xun didn't go directly into the house, Ning Zhongqing said with a smile: "Why don't you go for a walk?"

Lin Xun tidied up his clothes, calmly.

This time Ning Zhongqing didn't recite any poems, and Lin Xun didn't sing a song, just like ordinary people, the two walked slowly.

During this period, Lin Xun shook his head and sighed: "The weapon map is too light."

It doesn't fit the routine of peerless secrets at all.

"Lightness?" Ning Zhongqing said helplessly: "Do you know that it took a lot of effort just to get this fragmented picture in my hand, and Duanqing Villa was wiped out because of the other half of the picture."

Lin Xun smiled and said: "In this way, I am quite lucky to have witnessed the result directly."

Wen Yan Ning Zhongqing frowned slightly: "So, sometimes, no matter how clever the calculation is, it's not worth the luck."

Before Lin Xunshang had time to speak, he heard him continue saying: "I'm going to Wudang, starting tomorrow."

"Is it morally unjustifiable to take advantage of the serious injury of Wudang's head and step down their mountain gate?"

Ning Zhongqing was helpless, "Someone invited me to go."

Lin Xun nodded: "The chances of finding someone to cooperate with will increase a lot."

Ning Zhongqing glared at him: "I'm an old acquaintance with an expert in Wudang. I went this time to see if there is any way to wake up the head of Wudang."

Although Lin Xun was extremely dissatisfied with this reason, he still followed with a shy face the next day.

He still rode the lean horse from last time, while Ning Zhongqing chose a fine-colored horse.Lin Xun was half a head shorter than him, and the annoying thing was that the horse was also shorter than Ning Zhongqing's horse, but he soon discovered an interesting fact that no matter how fast Ning Zhongqing's horse ran, this horse could Catch up, even half a step faster.

Lin Xun held his head high and held his chest high, looking like a number one scholar parading the streets.

At the beginning, Ning Zhongqing let him babble, and let Lin Xun go ahead, but the result was that whenever he encountered a fork in the road, he would definitely choose the wrong route.

Seeing that she might not be able to arrive next year, Ning Zhongqing had no choice but to hold the rein with one hand and him with the other, and let Lin Xun follow behind.

Xiaoyaomen is big enough. Only when you really stand at the foot of Wudang Mountain can you know how majestic the mountain is.

Lin Xundao: "That sign alone looks more valuable than Xishengmen."

Ning Zhongqing said solemnly: "The most valuable thing in Xishengmen is people."

Lin Xun thought it made sense, wanted to nod and listened to him: "Whether it is a living person or a private person, it is very valuable."

When saying these words, Ning Zhongqing's hair was dancing in the wind, his eyes were looking straight ahead, with a half-smile.

Lin Xun thought of the skeletons and gold buried in the house.

Soon someone took the initiative to lead the horse and lead them in. Lin Xun was surprised, it turned out that he was really invited.

Ning Zhongqing saw his suspicion in his eyes, "Little brother should have more trust in me."

Lin Xunshuang said bluntly, "Of course I believe in Brother Ning."

Wudang is a very orthodox sect, and the disciples in the sect are almost unsmiling. The mountain where the head of Wudang is guarded by hundreds of disciples, each of them is very powerful.

The last time Lin Xun saw the head of Wudang, he was personable and upright, but now he was lying on the bed, motionless, his chest rising and falling very faintly.

Two old men who were about to die stood by, and one of them said, "I haven't seen you for many years, but Sect Leader Ning's strength has improved a lot."

Ning Zhongqing was talking politely to him, while Lin Xun was staring at the head of Wudang, his face was blue and purple, and he looked like he was poisoned.

His eyes were too focused, and Ning Zhong couldn't help saying: "Could it be that little brother has a solution?"

Lin Xun whispered to him the story of Sleeping Beauty: "Brother Ning can learn from it."

Ning Zhongqing: "...No need, I still prefer a safer approach."

The two old men are both masters. Naturally, they heard the story Lin Xun just told, and the corners of their mouths twitched. Ning Zhongqing smoothed things over and asked the leader about his injuries.

An old man unbuttoned half of the collar of the head of Wudang. His shoulder should have been grabbed by a weapon like an iron claw. The surrounding flesh turned black, which looked very scary.