The three of them were welcomed into the mansion by Huang Tingjian, and after they came in, they found that there was something in the courtyard of the three-entry mansion. In the southeast corner of the courtyard, there is a green bamboo forest planted by the old man himself, and a shallow stream canal is dug next to the bamboo forest to ring the pavilion, which is elegant everywhere.

The old man had no children or daughters, so there was no one else in the whole courtyard except for an old servant who was guarding the door, and it seemed a little deserted. However, after all, people are monks in the Jindan period, and they usually sit and retreat for several years, so this purity may be a pure cultivation in the eyes of others.

"How about a few little friends take a look at these kinds of tear bamboos planted by the old man himself?" Huang Tingjian welcomed the three of them into the pavilion, instructed the old servant to prepare refreshments, and then turned around and pointed to the green bamboo outside the pavilion and asked with a smile. Obviously, the old man loves this green bamboo, whether it is insect control and weeding, he does it himself.

Murong Feng and the sword idiot didn't understand the quality of these bamboos, but Yang Xiu praised them: "The younger generation looks at these tear bamboo pines and pines, which are tall and straight, and then look at the brown spots on this bamboo like tear stains, it is really the best in the bamboo." I didn't expect that Senior Huang still had such a rare spirit bamboo here, which was really the envy of the younger generation. ”

The old man immediately burst out laughing when he heard this, even if he knew that Yang Xiu's words were mostly sycophants, he looked extremely proud.

Yang Xiu's fondness immediately made the relationship between him and Huang Tingjian harmonious, perhaps people always like to recall the past when they are old.

The old man sat in the pavilion while drinking tea and admiring the bamboo, chattering about his experience of traveling in Jiuzhou, which of course included some troubles about Yang Dezu. This kind of topic involving elders Yang Xiu could only laugh on the side, but he didn't dare to interject indiscriminately.

The two seemed to be talking and laughing, but they never got to the point.

Murong Feng saw that a pot of tea was about to be drunk by several people, so he considered whether to say goodbye first, so as not to be served tea to guests.

Just at this time, Huang Tingjian finally got back to the topic.

"I've read your grandfather's letters, too." Huang Tingjian sighed lightly: "Although your kid's qualifications and temperament are good, you are still a little short of entering this Divine Sword Sect. ”

"Please also ask the seniors for advice." Yang Xiu hurriedly bowed.

Huang Tingjian pondered for a moment and asked, "Since you have already taken the line of Blood Drinking True Monarch, why do you want to come to ask the old man again?" You must know that the old man is just a dying person, and to put it mildly, there may be more Jindan monks in this Yang God Capital than wild dogs on the street, and the old man really doesn't know how to help you. ”

Yang Xiu gritted his teeth and knelt down directly: "Don't hide it from the seniors, before the juniors came, they were told by their ancestors to worship you as a teacher." As for why, his grandfather didn't explain it, but he just asked the younger generations to remember to do it. ”

Huang Tingjian's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and he quietly stared at Yang Xiu, who was kneeling in front of him, and tapped his fingers on the stone table for a long time before shaking his head and scolding with a smile: "This old puppet really hasn't changed at all, okay, alas......"

Huang Tingjian let out a long sigh, got up and said to Yang Xiu: "You stay for the time being." The implication is that Murong Feng and the sword idiot can go.

Murong Feng naturally wouldn't stay here as a light bulb, so he hurriedly got up and said goodbye with the sword idiot.

When the two were sent out of the door, the door was immediately closed again. There was even a ban in the courtyard that blocked the outside world, and it was clear that the old man was not as simple as it seemed.

"Girl, what kind of medicine did you say the old man was selling in his gourd?" The sword idiot asked as he walked behind Murong Feng.

"How do I know!" Murong Feng said with white eyes.

The sword idiot said suspiciously: "That old man is just a late stage of Jindan, even if Yang Xiu worships him as a teacher, I'm afraid he won't have time to learn any advanced supernatural powers to pass the assessment of the Divine Sword Gate, right?" ”

Murong Feng said disdainfully: "You are stupid, there are many ways to make a person's strength soar in a short period of time!" You don't have to learn any great powers! ”

The sword idiot looked surprised and said, "Could it be some kind of forbidden technique?" ”

Murong Feng was completely speechless, and even rolled his eyes and said, "Use your brain to think about it, what is the fastest way to improve your strength?" Of course it's krypton!! ”

"Ha ???" The sword idiot looked confused, obviously not understanding it yet.

Murong Feng patted his head and said speechlessly: "It's a magic weapon!" Then what did Yang Dezu try his best to let Yang Xiu worship under the old man's door? Do you really think that people are here to be filial sons and grandsons to send that old man to his death? ”

The sword idiot finally understood, and said in surprise: "You mean that there is some superb treasure in the old man's hand, but the old man's life is about to end, so as long as Yang Xiu worships under the old man's door, he can inherit that treasure as a matter of course?" ”

"You're not hopelessly stupid." Murong Feng shook his head and sighed, "Otherwise, I really don't feel at ease about handing over Aunt Su to you." ”

"Go, go, don't be big or small." The sword idiot said with a black line on his face: "Where are we going next?" ”

"Just take a stroll around, how big is this Shouyang City, and there are as many monks as dogs, it's just full of treasures." Murong Feng wandered around aimlessly with a smile, just like a little fox entering a chicken nest, and his eyes were green when he looked at everything. If it weren't for the sword idiot who was following him to keep an eye on, I am afraid that many people's purses would suffer.

But even so, after the two of them walked down half the street, Murong Feng's bag was still stuffed with all kinds of strange gadgets, many of which were treasures picked up from stalls along the street. After all, under the scanning of the evil king's true eyes, any fake is nowhere to hide, and naturally no treasure can be hidden. It's a pity that I found a lot of dusty treasures after walking around, but there were no real treasures, which made Murong Feng quite disappointed.

"Alas, as long as the protagonist is idle and has nothing to do shopping, will there be a very bloody plot in the fantasy? Why have we all walked down the same street, and there are no blind guys jumping out to send money, treasure, and experience? Murong Feng complained weakly.

The sword idiot rolled his eyes even more weakly and said, "What are you thinking about all day long?" ”

Murong Feng suddenly paused, so frightened that the sword idiot thought that this girl was about to turn her face again, but after a closer look, she found that this girl was staring at a shop on the street. The shop is not unusual, but what is strange is that there is a sign hanging at the entrance of this shop that reads 'There is a spiritual talisman for sale'.

"In these years, can even the magic weapon be pulled out on the street and sold in batches?" Murong Feng said a little messily: "I haven't written much in the fantasy!" ”

The sword idiot said with a smile: "It is estimated that they are all shabby or inferior spiritual weapons, these things are also rare treasures for casual cultivation, and they are comparable to divine weapons for mortals." ”

"Let's go, go in and have a look." Murong Feng immediately became interested, how did she grow up and visit all kinds of black shops, selling guns, ammunition, missiles and fighters, but she had never seen the shop that sold spiritual weapons.

As soon as the two of them entered the door of the store, called 'Zangbao Zhai', the first thing they felt was that it was crowded.

As soon as you enter the store, there is a crowded narrow road, and both sides are piled up with all kinds of dusty antiquities, and it happens that a gust of wind blows through the hall and brings a 'breath of vicissitudes of life' to the face, which almost chokes the two of them and escapes.

"Did we go to the wrong door?" Murong Feng covered his mouth and nose with one hand and waved the dust with the other, and he was very suspicious that he had mistakenly entered an antique shop that was about to close down, rather than a store specializing in the sale of cultivation weapons.

Hearing movement at the door, the store hurriedly greeted an old man with a dusty face and said with a smile: "Ouch, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the small shop is being cleaned, and the two guest officers have been disturbed." ”

"Looks like we're not here at the right time, let's go." Murong Feng shook his head and was about to leave.

The old shopkeeper hurriedly persuaded: "Hey, hey, the two guest officers are here to buy spiritual weapons?" Why don't you take a seat in the store next door? ”

"Next door?" Murong Feng took a step back and walked out of the store door and tilted his head to take a look, and sure enough, there was a similar shop next door.

The old shopkeeper smiled and said: "The owner of the store has just ordered the shop next door, hasn't it just been renovated, and everything has been placed on the shelves, just waiting for the opening on a festive day." If the two guest officers are in a hurry to choose the spiritual weapon in their hand, they can go to the store to buy it first, and they should open the door, hehehe. ”

"It's fine." Murong Feng nodded, and followed the old shopkeeper into the shop next door.

Sure enough, the grade of this shop is different, even the counter shelves are made of high-quality black jade iron and wood, and the pieces of gorgeous-looking cultivation utensils are placed in the counter or on the shelves for anyone to choose, but there is not even a guy in this store, and he is not afraid of being robbed?

The old shopkeeper smiled at this time and said: "The guys in the store are busy cleaning next door, and there is no one to entertain, so the two guest officers laughed." ”

The old shopkeeper said and stretched out his hand to touch the crystal mirror counter, and a spell brilliance flashed, obviously there was a powerful prohibition engraved on this counter, and he was not afraid of being remembered by ordinary thieves at all. And the monks who can break this prohibition will definitely not look down on these low-level spiritual weapons.

Murong Feng secretly repeated his old trick and urged the evil king's true eyes to sweep over this dazzling array of various utensils, but none of them could be eye-catching.

Think about it, after all, the cultivation artifacts are not antiques, whether they are good or bad, you can know at a try, there is no such thing as a pearl covered with dust.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a better treasure in this store?" Murong Feng asked.

The old shopkeeper smiled and asked, "But the guest officer wants a high-grade magic weapon?" ”

Murong Feng shook his head and said, "The magic weapon is exempt, do you have a magic weapon in the store?" ”

The old shopkeeper was startled by this question, and hurriedly said: "Don't joke about it, this magic weapon is a treasure that can only be used by the Yuan Infant Immortal, how dare you sell it in the store!" ”

"Oh? Is there anything else to say about this? Murong Feng said in surprise.

After some explanation by the old shopkeeper, Murong Feng understood that the artifacts used by this monk were also based on personal strength, and if the strength was insufficient, even if you were given an artifact, you would not be able to use it. For example, a rookie in the Qi refining period can only use low-level spiritual weapons, while in the foundation building period, they can use high-grade spiritual weapons or low-level spiritual treasures, while in the Jindan period, they can use medium-to-high-grade spiritual weapons or magic weapons. And the magic weapon is the exclusive of monks above the infancy, here is actually a watershed, although the magic weapon and the magic weapon are one word difference, but the power is very different, the most critical point is that the magic weapon can not be refined, and the magic weapon can be sacrificed to the life of the magic weapon and the user's mind, and there is no need to worry about being stolen by others.

Basically, every monk who aspires to the Great Dao will begin to collect all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures during the foundation building period, and then ask a famous master or the sect to help him refine a magic weapon that suits him most closely when he is in the Yuan Infant Period, and then refine this magic weapon into his own natal magic weapon to accompany him for a lifetime.

It is said that he almost borrowed money everywhere in order to collect the materials for refining the treasure, and he could only eat the worst Bigu Dan every day to survive. It's really a bitter tear, only I know it.

Therefore, if there is really a magic weapon for sale in this small shop, even if it is the lowest inferior magic weapon, it is estimated that it will not have to wait until tomorrow to be leveled by all kinds of Yuanying monks.

It's no wonder how the old shopkeeper panicked when he heard that Murong Feng was going to sell magic weapons, if it was spread out, it would be a lot of trouble.

"Well, I'm ignorant." Murong Feng touched his nose and laughed dryly, and glanced again, this time he didn't look for the dusty pearl, but casually fell in love with a medium-grade sword spirit weapon with a sword light as blue as frost and snow, which was definitely a divine weapon in the hands of her, a second-layer rookie who practiced qi.

When the old shopkeeper saw that it was open, he naturally boasted that this "Purple Electric Clear Frost Sword", which was useless except for its beautiful appearance, was nothing in the sky or on the earth, and only Murong Feng could have it.

After paying the money happily, Murong Feng left the shop with this snow-bright spirit weapon sword with a prominent face. The sword idiot who had been following behind and had not spoken, couldn't help but shake his head and said: "This sword has its own appearance, and it may be a divine weapon in the hands of mortals, but it is estimated that it will not even be able to withstand it when it encounters the same medium-grade spiritual weapon." You've been cheated. ”

Murong Feng rolled his eyes and said, "I know, I still need to say it!" ”

"Do you know what to do with all this unjust money?" The sword idiot said speechlessly.

Murong Feng flicked his fingers and flicked the sword body to emit a clear golden sound, and snorted: "I'm happy to have money to buy it, understand?" ”

The sword idiot pulled the corners of his mouth, feeling that this girl's out-of-the-box thinking was simply incomprehensible to normal people.

This is actually like a collector's habit, some people like famous cars, watches and even spaceship cruises, and there is no point in collecting a lot of dust at home except for watching the dust, but some people like to do it.

Murong Feng naturally has a collecting habit, but she doesn't like red makeup and loves military clothes, and she collects some swords almost everywhere she goes.

This "Purple Lightning Frost Sword" may be the least valuable sword in her entire collection, but it is definitely one of the most gorgeous.

Murong Feng slashed back into the sheath, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, the kryptonite is armed, let's go to farm monsters and level up!" ”

The sword idiot was suddenly startled, and hurriedly said, "Don't mess around!" In this Shouyang City, all the masters gathered, and we finally mixed in with the Blood Drink True Monarch, what kind of moth do you want? ”

"Look at you!" Murong Feng said with a look of disdain: "Do you still have the consciousness of being a kryptonite player?" ”

The sword idiot said madly with a black line: "Even if you want krypton, don't take a medium-grade spirit weapon and pretend to be a krypton player!" What's the difference between this and taking a novice wooden sword and going to slay dragons and destroy gods to find death? ”