The treasure meeting is in an open space outside the city of Suzhou.

There are two rows of pergolas, and each merchant rents the pergola to sell or display their items.

Mo Yizhi and the Sixth Prince got off their horses, turned around and told Monkey and Sun Wu: "You two wait here."

The Sixth Prince and Mo Yizhi walked along the pergola.

The items for sale at the treasure fair are all kinds of strange.

There are glittering jewelry, sleek horses with sleek coats, gorgeous cloth garments, fragrant snacks, poisons and various rare herbs that are said to be able to kill hundreds of people with one drop, and graceful and graceful women. Mei Ji, a handsome male slave...

The Sixth Prince walked leisurely and would take a closer look at interesting things from time to time. But Mo Yizhi knew that these things were not his goals.

There was a stall selling weapons nearby. Mo Yizhi's eyes suddenly lit up and he walked up.

There are various weapons on the shelves, including long and short swords, broadswords, steel whips and daggers...

But Mo Yizhi's eyes stayed on a scimitar placed on the edge.

The scimitar had no scabbard and was just laid out naked. The blade was even covered with some rust and mud, which looked very inconspicuous. It was simply incomparable with the jeweled swords on the side.

"Brother, do you want to choose a handy weapon?" The stall owner came forward with a smile.

Mo Yizhi picked up the dirty and old scimitar: "Where did you get this?"

The stall owner saw that Mo Yizhi was interested in the scimitar, but he had no intention of saying anything. Instead, he picked up a dagger in front of him: "If I like short weapons, why not take a look at this dagger, this sword is extremely sharp... …”

Mo Yizhi turned his eyes and stared at the stall owner with eyes as black as crow feathers.

The stall owner wanted to introduce Mo Yizhi to buy other weapons, but when she stared at her with cold eyes, his words got stuck in his throat.

The sixth prince turned around and saw Mo Yizhi standing in front of a weapons stall holding a scimitar. He smiled and walked forward.

He took a look at the dirty and old scimitar in Mo Yizhi's hand, and remembered that he often saw a scimitar hanging on the side of Mo Yizhi's waist in the military camp.

"Azhi likes this scimitar?" the Sixth Prince asked with a smile.

Mo Yizhi ignored it and still looked at the stall owner.

The stall owner only felt that he was glared coldly by those eyes: "This... I picked this up on the road, and... I haven't had time to clean it up... If I like it, I can sell it to you cheaper... "The stall owner tried his best to put on a smile.

Mo Yizhi looked at the scimitar and wondered what he was thinking. The sixth prince asked the stall owner: "How much does this scimitar cost?"

The stall owner took a look at the clothes and demeanor of the sixth prince. He was obviously a prince. He stretched out a finger and smiled: "It's cheaper for you, one hundred taels."

Mo Yizhi raised his eyes and looked at the stall owner: "One hundred taels?"

The stall owner was a little afraid of Mo Yizhi. He thought for a while and laughed: "How about... fifty taels?"

Mo Yi's eyes are as sharp as a knife.

The stall owner waved his hands repeatedly: "Twenty-two taels...just make friends."

The sixth prince looked on amused. He leaned forward slightly and approached the stall owner. He covered it with one hand and said in a low voice: "My brother has a bad temper." Huanbi made a horizontal movement on his neck with one hand. .

The stall owner trembled with fright. He knew that there was a mixed bag of people in Gusu City, and there were all kinds of desperadoes. It was not worth getting injured for a broken knife he picked up: "This scimitar is destined to my brother, so I will give it to him." Okay." The stall owner just wanted to avoid getting into trouble and send this black-faced god away.
Chapter completed!