Disturbed by the implied mana, the black mana shook violently, and before there was time for any change, a cold light had swept by, cutting it open in an extremely light arc, and the mana was hit hard by this, and then annihilated. And the shopkeeper who made the sword said happily with a tone that he had guessed what side dish to go with for lunch: "Today's horoscope, Capricorn is in second place, and it is really accurate." ”

He still held the dwarf who looked weighty enough in one hand, and opened his mouth in a polite tone that was not considered to be asking for advice at all: "This Heluo dwarf guest officer, let's have a discussion." You see, I personally sent you to the management center, paid a fine for the crime of 'smuggling contraband', and went to Professor Yang Yongxin's treatment center to receive electroshock personality correction counseling. Or would you pay a sum of Astral Gate general bonds to help me make up for the mental loss of your business being disturbed by you?"

It's a pity that the dwarf put all his spirit on Sima Ling: "Impossible, it was said in the "Soul Seal Star Incineration Technique" that even the daughter of the casting in the clan could not extract the soul imprisoned in the soul seal weapon!"

"The study of the soul has always been a major sect of occultism, and it is indeed not easy to break this kind of spell. However, it is very simple to extract the pure gold qi in this weapon, and without the material as a bearing, it is not too easy to destroy the spell that turns into a rootless wood. Wei Ye, who didn't want to reveal his true information, answered his question in his brain without a word, and attached a somewhat sympathetic nonsense, "At this time, shouldn't you add a sentence 'Congratulations, Watson, you have found a blind spot'?"

Putting on an authentic mocking face, Wei Ye glanced at the dwarf, and then at the evil knife with only one handle left, but there was no bottom in his heart. Today, I walked around Xiao Pengying Road, and although I saw a lot of strange things, in terms of quality and quality, there were almost no people who could catch up with this evil soldier. Although it happened suddenly, but his own bell took the golden qi in the knife of others, and the spell on the knife was fixed by his own recitation of the evil chapter, if people insist that our old Wei family lose money, it is really no reason to fool the past, but now such a desperate poverty situation with almost all the belongings on the body, what can I pay to others?

The freshly baked fairy warlock was worried about the few copper in his purse, but the matter would never end there because of his little calculation.

Glancing at the dwarf who had been a little deranged since he heard the three words "Yang Yongxin", the boss of Bailian Qinggang threw this guy to the ground and walked towards Sima Ling.

"The name of the knife is Qiuluo, one foot three inches long, one pound and two taels, and it is cast of fine iron in the Western Regions. On the day of the sword, the ancient method of killing and martyrdom the knife, and then borrowing the secret technique of the side door to imprison the soul of the forging iron, leading the spell into a seal, so it is called the vessel of the soul seal. ”

"Every time you kill someone, you will seal the soul into iron with the power of soul devouring, and nourish the weapon with the resentment of the soul, so the soul seal weapon is stainless and immortal. The revenant soul and the weapon are one, and they can never be reborn, so they are listed as black market goods prohibited from trading in the cold weapons category of the Astral Chamber of Commerce. ”

As soon as he heard the words "black market goods", Wei Ye, who was holding the small bag of loose copper coins in his sleeve and one or two pieces of horseshoe silver, immediately put his hand down. According to the unwritten rules among astral adventurers, it is not a big deal to possess forbidden evil weapons and magic weapons, and the operations department of the LHG will not be bored enough to check such items in the private possession of adventurers. However, these contraband, which can only be circulated on the black market, are completely exempt from the protection of basic rules such as "the sanctity of private property" at the Astral Gate, and if the owner encounters property damage inside the Astral Gate due to the possession of prohibited weapons, the consequences are also accepted by the owner himself.

In other words, not to mention a little-known soul mark short knife, even if it was the most notorious demon spear "Tiger Roaring Fang" in the soul seal weapon that was accidentally taken away by Sima Ling, this dwarf would have to consider himself unlucky. As for whether they will pull a ticket for brothers such as the Heavenly Exorcist Warrior and the Tianluo Assassin to hunt down and kill the uncle and nephew to the end of time and space after they go back, it depends on the character of the old Wei family.

Of course, before that, Boss Wei, who was a hundred refining Qinggang, this fellow of the family who was more able to pull hatred than Wei Ye in both style and appearance, was estimated to have been thrown into the sea of stars and could not find a dimensional route back to the gate of the astral realm.

However, it was obvious that this Boss Wei, who was quite a Ximen official, was not in the mood to think about such a long and unknowable future, he shook his sleeves, and the long sword took off his hand to draw a beautiful arc, and it was firmly placed in the white-scaled scabbard hanging from his waist. Showing off such a fancy sword control technique, he stroked the slender sideburns hanging from his ears, and said softly: "Little sister, this hand-turned gold selling technique is really eye-opening, I don't know what I should call it?"

"Eh, are you asking me, I'm ......"

"Contemptible Wei Ye, this is the second girl of my brother's family, with my mother's surname, boss, you call her Miss Sima. Inserted in front of Boss Wei without a trace, Wei Ye raised his hand to grab his own oil bottle, and intercepted the other party's words very familiarly.

"Really...... Fortunately, my surname is Wei, Wei Wencheng, and I am the owner of this hundred refining Qinggang sword shop. Speaking of which, everyone was a ...... family 500 years ago."

"Well, my ancestor lived in Donglai in the last life, and he was a branch of the Wei clan in Rencheng, I don't know where Boss Wei's immortal township is?"

“...... Tian, Tianjin Wei. ”

"Oh, that's a long way from our hometown. In just a few words, Wei Ye's face showed a polite and insincere smile, which clearly meant that he wanted to wait for the next life.

Objectively speaking, the demeanor of this Boss Wei who is suspected of being Ximenqing is still good, with the gentle and compromising demeanor of Dr. Song Shishi. However, even if he is a genuine and Jin Mingchi sang the Great Song Jinshi, it is difficult to arouse the approval of Wei Ye, who is also from the liberal arts department, and maybe he will raise the level of estrangement by several levels.

However, this small setback was nothing to Wei Wencheng, and after a slight pause, he made a gesture of please:

"Anyway, thanks to the two of you, how about inviting you to my shop for a cup of tea?"

"Then it's disrespectful. Wei Ye replied in a polite tone that was too hypocritical to fault.

How would such a scene be represented in a third-rate soap opera? The encounter between a young and promising rich young master and a newcomer in the workplace who dares to fight, and an out-of-print light bulb uncle who is incomprehensible? Oh, worse than that, a certain mustachioed fairy warlock can basically be regarded as half of his father-in-law's boss at the end.

It's also a kind of boss that is difficult to find a strategy and doesn't even have a plot kill.

......

The Bailian Qinggang Sword Store is like a general store in Fengyuetang, which is completely inconsistent with the ordinary person's perception of the weapon industry: the bellows that snort like a terminal tuberculosis patient, the bare-chested blacksmith with a white cloth on his head and covered in oily sweat, the air is full of inescapable heat waves and noises, and the sizzling sound of an iron tire that turns red and white into the cold water is no more pleasant than the sound of a cat scratching a glass window in spring...... No, there was no blast furnace for making iron, no blacksmiths with dark skin, no fire, no firewood, not even coal ash.

It's more like a private weapons collection, with a variety of swords in a polymer glass display case, such as the ivory-sheathed slightly curved sword of the Ottoman Mamluk slave officer, the Samaya mantra sword with a three-cobalt pestle handle used by Indian esoteric yogis, the Venetian gem-encrusted dagger that was once popular in European courts, and the ancient Roman soldier's sword with a slightly more primitive shape that does not hide its evil. It seems that in order to prove that this sword shop does not discriminate against knives, in the most inconspicuous corners, a few ghost head knives, sagares, sabers, Japanese knives, and kitchen knives are casually thrown away, which finally makes this sword shop worthy of its name.

The reception room is on the edge of the showroom, under the host and guest is the stone pier carved by Taihu stone, in front of him is the tea table carved by Taihu stone, and the light brown Xiangfei tears on the tea case made of Hunan bamboo are just set off the wonder of the glaze of the Jianxi rabbit on the tea case. It is the pot on the small tea stove on the side, and it also uses a black porcelain pot with oil drop glaze, which happens to be matched with the tea set.

Others may not know, but Wei Ye, a former unemployed folklorist who rolled among ancient books for a long time and was almost stoned to death by a book, knew very well that the Jianxi kiln was the kiln mouth for the emperor in the Song Dynasty, and the black-glazed rabbit jar produced by it had always been the first choice of porcelain for the Song people when they divided tea. Su Shi's so-called "don't be surprised by the rabbit hair spots in the afternoon, and play the spring urn goose wine", it is said that this Jianxi kiln rabbit is known for its extravagance Zhao Ji, who also likes to reward the powerful and favored ministers with Huishan Spring, Jianxi Zhan, and Taiping Jiarui tea. Even the oil-dripping glazed kettle that looks a little clumsy, in the island country to the east that always refuses to settle down, is also regarded as a "treasure beyond the reach of man", and it is a national treasure that is cherished and valued.

Although antique cultural toys are not a rare thing for astral adventurers, such a set of Jianxi porcelain for the emperor in the Song Dynasty is still not easy to buy expensive goods, could it be that these merchants who opened shops are so profitable? Silently watched Wei Wencheng crush the tea cake of Xiaofengtuan, and watched a line of boiling water on the tea paste, flooding white foam like snow, fortunately, Wei Ye did not see this sword shop boss playing any "clear window fine milk play to divide tea" to introduce tea foam for calligraphy and painting The illusion of a decadent aristocratic coterie like a girl.

The so-called tea art, or the boastful tea ceremony, is nothing more than this kind of exquisite and trivial little tricks and small means to set off the leisure and elegance of the aristocratic high gate to pass the time, or to be a little more boring like the eastern neighbors across the sea, add a little religious ritual to it, and create a more illusory sense of solemn ceremony. Literary and artistic young people or literary young women, when playing this kind of petty bourgeois game, of course, it is not just to show off, but the main purpose is to make girls or men.

And the immortal warlock with a slightly banditry mustache on his chin is obviously not the target of the strategy of the boss of the Hundred Refining Qinggang Sword Shop.

Seeing his own bell holding the rabbit hao ou with great interest, and Wei Wencheng talked all the way from Jianxi porcelain to the thunderbolt on the top of Wuyi Mountain, Wei Ye helplessly slurred, interrupting the tea art discussion about "where is the spring water in Fujian that is the most suitable for brewing oolong tea", and led the topic to Wei Wencheng's main job:

"Boss Wei, what is the price of this sword in your tea room?"