The anvil that could be regarded as a family heirloom was destroyed by him with just one hammer.

Sister Huang sniffed, "I'm pregnant, it's true! I just went to see a doctor. I was worried that something was wrong, so I went to see another one. I spent five kilograms of mutton and they said I was pregnant. Some women said that I was like this

The fetus is a daughter, and she has the secret method to turn her daughter into a son..."

King Wei raised his head, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"I gave her a slap." Huang Damei said angrily: "Having children is God's will. How can she be ordered by a mortal? She is so beautiful! Husband, don't you think so? Husband?! Husband!!!"

King Wei nodded, "Yeah!"

"Why aren't you happy?"

"Rejoice, joy is bad."

"They say we should be careful when we're pregnant. It's best to sacrifice something to the gods so that the gods can protect our children from being harmed by those evil heretics. Husband, don't you agree?"

Sister Huang asked.

King Wei nodded, "Yes! It's time to offer sacrifices."

Sister Huang said: "Then let me buy a pig head!"

King Wei shook his head, "Just rest, I'll come."

My husband is so considerate... Sister Huang felt sweet in her heart, "I want to buy the Yang family's pig meat. Their pig heads are big, and they are dedicated to the gods and are happy."

"Yeah! I'll get it." King Wei threw the hammer away, "From today on, you can rest."

"Then who will take care of the house? Besides, which family has women who are pregnant and resting? They are all working! They don't rest until they are about to give birth. OK, OK, I will rest."

Sister Huang happily went to the backyard, saying she wanted to tell her father the good news.

King Wei cooked lunch and dinner.

Before going to bed, Sister Huang was still muttering, "Husband, remember to buy pig heads! I want big ones!"

"I know, just go to sleep!"

"What about you?"

"It's a little hot, I'll go out for a walk."

"Come back early."

"Know."

King Wei left the bedroom and closed the door behind his back.

He stood outside the bedroom, listening to the breathing inside becoming more even and calm.

The moonlight is like water, slightly cold.

King Wei entered the blacksmith shop, and the moonlight reflected the pale white inside.

There are many made things placed inside, hoes and other household iron tools are piled together, and horizontal knives are hung on the wall.

This is a rule, I don’t know when it was passed down. King Wei later learned that the horizontal sword must be hung, otherwise it will be easily deformed.

He chose a horizontal knife and opened a door.

The alley was quiet. When King Wei turned his eyes, there were dark shadows moving in several places.

He walked out and walked slowly.

Woof woof woof!

In the alley, a group of dogs barked.

Those black shadows appeared quietly and followed from a distance.

There are people from the Yang family, people from the Chunyu family, people from the King of Yue, and people from the palace.

King Wei is a variable, but he has no heirs, so he is not a big threat. Therefore, these forces just make people stare at him, look for clues, and pay attention to trends to see who is connected to King Wei.

King Wei had never been in this alley and had not been out much at night. Today's movement aroused the excitement of the secret sentries.

The two sides walked in tandem and turned several alleys.

In front are several brothels. After the lifting of the night ban, the business in the brothels increased. The brothels also responded to the needs of their customers and opened near their homes.

Music, singing, and the wanton laughter of men and women.

"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

King Wei stopped, with crowds of figures behind him.

He did not turn around and said: "I remember this poem was written by Zitai, and it talks about the heroism and tragedy on the battlefield.

Several clients went to the brothel, and the female prostitutes sang loudly, as if they had gone to the battlefield, but in the end all their efforts were used on the female prostitutes, and everyone was happy.

It’s just that the poems are dirty!

It’s defiled people’s hearts!”

What does this mean?

Who did he talk to?

Some people in the several groups of secret sentries knew each other and looked at each other in confusion.

"You have been staring at me for a long time, but I have always ignored you. It's not that you are afraid of anything, I just think it would be fun to leave some people outside at night for mosquitoes to suck blood."

Well!

Some of those secret whistles felt something was wrong and began to retreat quietly.

King Wei turned around, "But it's autumn, and the mosquitoes are gone!"

His figure flashed and appeared in front of those secret whistles in a few moments.

"Help!"

"Join forces!"

"Don't worry, kill him!"

The light of the sword flashed, competing with the moonlight.

With every stab, someone must fall.

Later, King Wei actually used the back of his sword to chop him one by one.

If Sister Huang were here, she would definitely be surprised and say: "Husband, you look like you are forging iron!"

Yes, King Wei is just forging iron.

He used the horizontal knife as a hammer, hammering one at a time.

puff!

One person was stabbed and hit the wall. He looked down at his chest and saw the dent there in disbelief.

It was as if I had been hit hard.

"It turns out that he is practicing while forging iron!"

The last person was stopped by King Wei.

"Your Majesty, please spare this villain!"

After witnessing King Wei's clean killing, this man lost his will to resist.

"It was not a big deal originally, but there is also a happy event today."

The secret whistle was ecstatic, "Congratulations to the king, congratulations to the king."

"Thank you very much, but I want to lend you something to sacrifice to the gods."

"What is it? Your Majesty, just tell me!"

"Heads!"

The light of the knife flashed.

Later, King Wei returned home.

He was sitting in the blacksmith shop, holding the hammer in his hand and looking calmly at the cracked anvil.

"Before we got married, I discovered that I could not conceive a woman.

The king quietly sought treatment from a doctor, but the doctor was helpless until he met an old monk who said that the king was poisoned.

This kind of poison is rare and is designed to destroy people's vitality.

I was already in despair, but the old monk said that this poison attacks the fine parts of the meridians, and medicine and stone have no effect. Only by grinding the inner breath little by little to drive out the toxins soaked in the fine parts of the meridians can there be a glimmer of hope.

I practiced hard, but my progress was slow. Until I met my eldest sister.

When I held the hammer in my hand, I discovered that those meridians were actually trembling...

The poison is Yin poison, and forging iron is in the flames... It belongs to Yang.

Yang overcomes yin. I beat it with hammer after hammer, and the inner breath became more and more subtle.
To be continued...