On the noisy streets, cars and horses were racing, and shouts filled the air.

Pedestrians were passing by in a hurry, and merchants on the road were constantly wooing customers.

A purple carriage drove out from the depths of Tiancheng, heading west, and their goal was the west gate of the city.

But when the carriage came to a place about one or two miles away from the city gate, it stopped because there was a pavilion here.

The simple pavilion has always maintained its ancient style. The four-cornered pagoda-style roof shines white in the sun.

A golden plaque hangs on the door, which reads "Tianbing Pavilion" with three simple Chinese characters: "Tianbing Pavilion". Although the paint has peeled off slightly, the scorching golden light is still dazzling.

Two figures slowly stepped down from the carriage. One of the young men was wearing linen white clothes. Although his clothes were mediocre, there was a heroic spirit flashing between his brows from time to time.

The burly man next to him looked a little silly. His strong muscles attracted the curious eyes of passers-by. After all, someone who can cultivate his body to be so strong must have a high level of cultivation.

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But if they knew that these muscles are natural, they might be even more surprised, right?

"Master, what are we doing here?" Mu Shan did know a few characters, and he also knew the three characters of "Tianbing Pavilion", and knew that this was a place that sold weapons and equipment.

Mengtian smiled slightly and looked up and down at Mushan's strong muscles.

"How can a good warrior do it without a handy weapon?" Mengtian smiled slightly, then turned around and walked towards the Tianbing Pavilion.

Behind him, Mu Shan's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement. Mu Shan had been yearning for a weapon suitable for him for a long time.

Now that the young master had said that he wanted to buy weapons for himself, Mu Shan really wanted it in his heart, so he was not going to refuse.

The Tianbing Pavilion was a little deserted. Although it was summer, there was always a hint of cold light inside.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, Mengtian felt a chill hit his face.

In this kind of weapons shop, since they sell weapons and equipment such as swords and armors. Since weapons are naturally yin, it is not surprising that there is such a cool feeling.

Mengtian moved his legs and stepped into the Tianbing Pavilion. Looking at the Nuoda Hall where there were only a few people, Mengtian shook his head.

In this world, there are not many people who like weapons. Except for those soldiers fighting on the battlefield, ordinary warriors seem to prefer hand-to-hand combat.

Mu Shan, who followed closely behind, walked in with golden eyes, his excited eyes constantly looking at the weapons in the Tianbing Pavilion.

And those who were selecting weapons in the Tianbing Pavilion seemed to feel someone coming in. After looking up at the two people, they turned around without interest and continued to select their weapons. For these two people dressed as country bumpkins,

They really couldn't arouse the slightest interest.

The service staff in the store also continued to sit at the counter boredly, fiddling with a helmet in boredom.

"Mu Shan, find a weapon you like." Mengtian greeted Mu Shan behind him, and then walked inside.

Behind him, Mu Shan made a sound of excitement and ran to the heavy weapons area. He couldn't wait to pick up a weapon and started playing with it.

And Meng Tianxing was walking between the frames, looking at the weapons with cold light in his eyes, and there was a look of admiration in his eyes.

"It is indeed the most prestigious Tianbing Pavilion in Tiancheng. The quality of the weapons here is much higher than that of ordinary shops."

But Mengtian only loves swords all his life.

Mengtian not only admires the swordsman's arrogance and heroic spirit of conquering the world, but also likes the domineering beauty of the sword.

A three-foot green peak is enough to cut through the heavens and the earth!

Therefore, in Mengtian's previous life, he used a sword to defeat all the heroes in the world. Even when he fell off a cliff, he still carried his beloved sword with him. Now when he is reborn in this life, he will definitely fall in love with the sword and continue the swordsmanship of his previous life!

"Master, Master..." Just when Mengtian was enjoying the joy of meeting the sword again, Mu Shan's cry rang out from behind, awakening Mengtian from his memories.

"Huh? Have you chosen?" Turning around slowly, Mengtian looked at Mu Shan with a huge ax on his shoulder in surprise.

"Yeah, I'll just choose it, hehe..." Mu Shan's face was filled with excitement, and it was obvious that he really liked this giant axe.

But Mengtian didn't say much. This kind of heavy weapon is indeed a perfect match for the physique of the Mushan barbarians!

"Little brother, how much does this weapon cost? We bought it." Mengtian came to the shop next to the young apprentice and said gently.

Putting down the helmet in his hand impatiently, the young apprentice glanced at Mengtian and Mu Shan. When he saw that they were two country bumpkins, he immediately lost his temper.

"Who is your brother? This ax costs one thousand four hundred gold coins, and our store does not allow bargaining. Will you pay in cash, or with gold coupons?"

Mengtian was also extremely helpless about the power of this young apprentice. At the same time, the price of this ax was beyond his expectation.

I originally wanted to get myself a sword, but it seems I'd better wait until I have money later.

"Ah? So expensive? Master, I don't want to buy it. Let's go." When Mu Shan heard the price, he immediately put down his axe.

It can be seen from his extremely reluctant eyes that this silly man still loves this ax very much.

"It doesn't matter, we bought this weapon. This is 1,400 gold coins. Please count them." Mengtian took out 1,400 gold coins from the money bag. In fact, they were not counted.

Of the ten gold coins he spent to hire a carriage, he now had 590 gold coins left.

Just remove the 590 coins. If we really count 1,400 coins, we don't know how long it will take.

But in the military pavilion that day, even the cheapest weapon was priced at six hundred gold coins.

Mengtian is determined to buy a sword now, but has no money to support it.

"Master, you..." Mu Shan looked at Mengtian's back with emotion, but Mengtian smiled at him and said, "As long as you like it."

Mu Shan's eyes instantly moistened. At this moment, he had already made an oath. No matter what, even if he died, he would swear to protect the young master's safety.

After paying the money, Mengtian patted Mu Shan on the shoulder and turned to leave.

But at the moment when he turned around, Mengtian felt his soul shake, and then he turned his gaze to the corner.

In a corner of the Tianbing Pavilion, a dark, simple long sword lay quietly on the ground. The dust on it almost covered its original color.

There were even a few spider webs sliding down the wall and falling on it, looking so lonely and desolate.

Mengtian walked over slowly without feeling, bent down and picked it up gently, using his sleeves to wipe away the dust and cobwebs on the surface.

"Since I discovered you, it was fate. We are both swords, so why were you left here? You must be very sad, right?" Mengtian felt a sense of sympathy for the sword, and then

It was a sigh that was very similar to what he had experienced in his previous life.

Since he met this sword here and his soul resonated with it, it shows that he is extremely compatible with this sword.

"Hey, little brother, could it be that you have taken a liking to this sword?" When the young apprentice saw Mengtian picking up the broken sword, his eyes suddenly flashed with light.

"Well, I quite like it. I just don't know why it was left here and covered with dust?" Mengtian frowned. Logically speaking, this kind of situation cannot happen in a weapons store.

"Alas...you don't know something about this. This was a shameless scholar who begged his boss two years ago, saying that it was a peerless sword. He was willing to exchange it for 100 gold coins and redeem it next year. But this is all

Two years have passed, but the white-faced scholar has never come back. And after identifying it countless times, the boss has not found where the sword is, and no one cares about it when it is placed on the shelf. Our boss is very angry about this.

It’s been a long time.”

The young apprentice shook his head and sighed, but when he talked about the white-faced scholar, his eyes flashed with anger. Because it was the sword he took over at that time, the boss finally deducted a year's salary from him.

, that’s more than four hundred gold coins! It makes my heart hurt just to think about it!

"Oh, that's it." Mengtian nodded. It seemed that the white-faced scholar was desperate and just pledged his sword.

Maybe this is not a peerless sword, but being able to find a spiritual sword that matches its own attributes is better than getting any peerless sword for those who love swords.

"By the way, if you want it, we will bear the pain and sell it to you for ten gold coins. What do you think?"

Mengtian raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect such a good thing to happen.

"Okay, deal!" Mengtian happily took out ten gold coins and handed them to the young apprentice, and then hung the sword on his body.

Now Mengtian finally got a sword. Although this may not be a peerless good sword, or it may be a very rubbish sword, the fact that it can resonate with Mengtian's soul is enough to prove its extraordinary qualities.

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And the little apprentice felt greatly relaxed because the scrap sword was sold, and his little steps became brisk when he walked.

At this moment, a man and a woman, supported by guards, slowly walked in. All the eyes in the Tianbing Pavilion were staring at the young girl who came in with disgust.

And Mengtian's eyes followed everyone's eyes and looked out the door.

[To be continued]
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