"Of course not." Fu Zhu replied matter-of-factly.

In addition to fine incense, there are also various types of incense. The largest incense can be burned for a whole day and is often used to exercise their wrist strength.

The sword cannot be dropped until the incense burns out.

As for the incense she lit for Linzhang, it was naturally lit during their break. After burning the incense stick, they would start practicing swordplay again.

She didn't deliberately choose fine fragrance for Linzhang.

"You still have half a stick of incense left."

Linzhang turned his head and looked around. Sure enough, most of the stick of fine incense had burned down. He quickly sat down to adjust his breathing and stopped chatting with her.

After half a stick of incense, he stood up refreshed.

Recalling Fu Zhu's demonstration, the three-foot long sword thrust straight out, making a "swish" sound but not causing much airflow.

Linzhang held the sword on his back and asked her quickly, "How did I learn?"

"It looks good." Fu Zhu said.

"But I can use my sword faster next time."

After finally hearing a word of approval from Fu Zhu, Linzhang put his hands together and prayed to the sky. He finally learned to calm the wind and frost.

As for Fu Zhu's little suggestion, Linzhang ignored it for now. He was not Taoist Fu Zhu, so he couldn't draw his sword that fast! But he would just practice more in the future.

"That's it for today, I have to go to town for a walk." Fu Zhu saw that it was getting late, so he stopped practicing swordplay in Linzhang.

His understanding of swordsmanship is actually not low. As long as he ponders carefully, sooner or later he will be able to understand Qing Ping Feng Shuang's sword.

When he was asked to practice swordsmanship, Linzhang was thinking about resting. Now that Fu Zhu no longer restrained him, he became more interested.

"I'll practice some more, you go go shopping!"

To be honest, the feeling of handing out that sword was really different from when he used to use swords.

Linzhang wanted to consolidate the memory of that feeling.

Fu Zhu did not persuade him and took Wu Sheng and Riji to the market.

The town is not big, but the market is very lively. Stalls are set up at intervals, and pedestrians stop to bargain.

"Fu beads, I want that one!" Riji raised her hand and pointed at a stall with a black flag hanging on it.

The flag seems to have been erected upside down, with the thin pole falling outside and fixed with a white string.

The stall sells a variety of swords, including copper swords and mahogany swords. Several children looked at the swords above eagerly, sighing that they had no money in their pockets.

"How about we get together and buy the cheapest one, and everyone can take turns playing with it?"

"I only have three copper coins." The boy in gray clothes spread out his palms. The copper coins were wet and covered with sweat from his palms.

There was a little girl with a braided braid. She smiled and said, "I have ten miles! They are all my lucky money."

His companions immediately cast envious glances, and he only had three or four in his hands at most.

The little girl was the oldest among the group of children. She could see the sword on the stand without tiptoing.

"I paid the most. When I buy the sword, I will be the alliance leader!" The little girl spoke eloquently and thought quickly. "I will play alone for two days, and you guys will take turns to play for one day. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt that what she said was very reasonable, and handed her the money one after another. Among them was a chubby child, who flattered him and said, "The leader of the alliance is wise!"

"So can you let me play for the second time?"

The little girl was very pleased with what she heard. She waved her hand and said, "That's it."

As soon as Fu Zhu came over, he was looked at with hostility by the little girl, "We come first, you are not allowed to snatch the sword we like!"

She was buying a small and exquisite decorative sword for Hiji, so there was no chance that she would like the same one as them.

Fu Zhu stood sideways and said softly, "Okay, you choose first."

Seeing that she was so easy to talk to, the little girl looked away suspiciously. She shouted abruptly: "Old man, we want to buy a sword!"

The old man who was squinting and taking a nap was driven away by her yelling. He yawned and asked lazily, "Have you collected enough money today? If there is one copper less, I won't sell it."

The little girl with braids blushed angrily, they didn’t have any money this time!

The little girl slammed the copper plate in her hand on the stall, pushed it forward, "Twenty-four, not one is too many."

"You can sell this sword to us now."

Fu Zhu followed her gaze and his eyebrows skipped a beat. This sword...a top-grade magic weapon?!

But there was indeed twenty-four coppers written on the small wooden square in front, which made her wonder if she had read it wrong.

Fu Zhu looked at the other swords again, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became. None of the weapon refiners in their sect might be able to make such a good sword.

And these swords are placed here casually, and the ones sold are the most worthless copper coins in the world.

Even the mahogany sword is not an ordinary human mahogany, but a spiritual wood that can ward off evil and avoid evil.

Fu Zhu suppressed the turmoil in her heart and looked at the stall owner calmly.

Just as the little girl with braided hair said, he really looked like a bad old man. His hair hadn't been combed for who knows how long and it was a mess.

The bad old man put down his crossed feet, narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the copper coins on the stall, and said slowly: "You are a day late, the price has increased today, it costs twenty-five copper coins."

"You...!" The little girl was so angry that her face turned red. She hesitated for a long time before saying, "You don't keep your word!"

The old man became serious and said, "We agreed before that I will keep this sword for you, but you will have to add one copper plate every day. You agreed to it yourself."

A thin, black child gently tugged on the little girl's sleeve and whispered: "He is right, we promised him."

The little girl looked at him angrily, as if to say, who are you, why are you helping this old man to speak!

But after all, she was the one who was in the wrong, so the little girl softened her voice and said, "Can't you charge one less copper coin? You have already increased us by seven copper coins!"

The old man holding a chicken coop shook his head, "I could have been accommodating, but why do you call me a bad old man every time and disturb my sleep?"

The little girl with braids was so angry that her chest was heaving up and down. He was already a bad old man. Tell the truth. Is there anything wrong with him?

Seeing that he refused to be accommodating, the little girl rolled her eyes and glanced at the girl beside her.

She gently tugged on Fu Zhu's sleeve, bit her lip, and said sheepishly: "Can you lend me a copper plate?"

When they go to collect coins again, this bad old man will definitely increase the price again. If this goes on, he won't be able to buy his favorite sword for years to come.

Perhaps because she was afraid that the girl in front of her would not believe her, the little girl raised three fingers and said, "When I get the sword, you come home with me, and I will definitely pay you back."

"My home is not far ahead. If you don't believe me, just ask them."

Several children nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Fu Zhu smiled, took out a copper plate from his waist and handed it to her.

The little girl quickly took it and pressed the copper plate on the stall. She became very proud now and said, "I have collected enough money. Now you are not allowed to deny it!"

The old man selling the sword glanced at the talisman bead, looked away, and waved his hand, "Take it, and don't bother me again in the future." He was frightened by this girl.
Chapter completed!