But later he was tired of Confucianism and Taoism and refused to learn from him. Ling Zhen was severely taught a lesson, thinking that antiques were also the reason why he lost his ambition, so he forbidden him from wandering on Xuanwu Street again. Not only that, but the monthly money dropped sharply from the previous thirty taels to ten taels.

This ten taels of silver is enough for ordinary families to live for a year, but Ling Chong has always liked rare things and was used to spending money. Now it took his life and was really silent for a while. Later, the old lady couldn't bear it and secretly gave him a lot of silver. Ling Chong was only a little more affordable. This time, he took all his own belongings to two thousand taels of silver and wanted to buy a good ancient sword to practice swordsmanship.

Ling Chong followed the guy straight up to the third floor. The items on the third floor were much less than those on the first floor, but they were more exquisite and worthless. There were two or three people on the upper floor playing with antiques in their hands. A thin black and thin middle-aged man stood beside him, explaining a few words from time to time. He looked up at Ling Chong, and hurriedly accused him, jogged over, and said with a smile: "Second Young Master, you haven't come one day. Just as the young man just entered a batch of good items the day before yesterday. Have you always seen them?"

Although Ling Chong was young, he was very mature at this time and waved his hand: "No need, I learned that skill from the shopkeeper. Today I just want to buy a good ancient sword, and I won't look at the rest. We can agree that as long as I have truly seen blood and killed the enemy ancient sword, I don't want those inferior goods that scholars and officials should not be on their waists!"

The Ming Dynasty has been established for thousands of years. High officials and nobles have lost their ambition to drive out the Tartars back then. Many scholars and students have also relaxed themselves. They only know how to travel around, visit prostitutes and have fun. Their bodies are hollowed out by wine and sex, but they have to wear a long sword to fit the storefront. Those swords are made of specially made, some are just thin sheets of iron, and some are basically wooden swords. Ling Chong is considered a master of contemporary swordsmanship and scholars, and he is most disgusted with this trend, so he has this sentence.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Okay, since the Second Young Master has given the order, don't worry. Second Young Master, why not take all the good swords from our Curry to let the Second Young Master review? You have to pick someone who has really opened the blade and seen blood! Second Young Master, you go with me to have a cup of hot tea in the quiet room, and it's not too late for us to watch slowly."

The Ling family is the main customer of this treasure pavilion. The money spent less than 100,000 yuan or 80,000 yuan a year, how dare you offend this second young master? Ling Chong nodded and sat down with the shopkeeper to a quiet room. A maid made a good tea. As soon as he took a sip, the second son of the guy walked in, holding three long swords in his hand.

All three long swords are three feet long, one bronze sword, one fine steel sword, and one actually made of white jade. The shopkeeper picked up the bronze sword and smiled and said, "Second Young Master, this legend of the King of Yue sword is the sword of a monarch in ancient times. It is still as sharp as thousands of years." Ling Chong reached out to take it, shook it gently, and the sword blade made a buzzing sound. This hand was already a very clever internal energy cultivation. Unfortunately, the shopkeeper and his friend knew nothing about martial arts and thought it was Ling Chong's penis.

Amazing. Ling Chong pulled a sword flower, put down the bronze sword, shook his head: "No!" The shopkeeper asked, "How is it wrong?" Ling Chong said, "It feels wrong." The shopkeeper and his friend looked at each other and took the steel sword again. Ling Chong pinched a sword technique, pointed to Tiannan with one move, and trembled with one move. The sword tip trembled three times, closed his eyes and felt for a while, but still shook his head. The shopkeeper's little eyes blinked and handed over the jade sword. This time, Ling Chong didn't connect and shook his head directly.

He has had an unusual talent for swordsmanship and swordsmanship since he was a child. He can learn any sword moves at once. No matter what kind of swordsmanship, he can tell the advantages and disadvantages at a glance. He usually looks like a rich young master who smiles and is not particular about the details. Once he has a sword in his hand, his heart will be high, and he can't stop him from any difficulties and hardships. Ling Chong only said that he was stubborn and did not take it seriously. Who knew that this was the spiritual sword heart that was indifferent to thousands, which was a necessary aura of swordsmanship. Monk Sanchen saw at a glance that he had such a heterogeneity, so he wanted to pass him into Lanka Temple. Otherwise, what kind of family member of Lanka Temple is to eliminate ignorance and the supreme inheritance of life and death. How could he fall in love with a rich young master? It's just that the precious jade is not yet carved, and Ling Chong's own family doesn't know it.

The shopkeeper was sweating slightly, and took out a handkerchief to wipe it, asking, "Second Young Master, what are the flaws of these three long swords, or even fakes?" He couldn't help but feel nervous. The three swords cost him less than 20,000 taels of silver to get them. Seeing Ling Chong shook his head one by one, he thought there were flaws or even fakes. The most taboo thing in the antique industry is to not brighten the tricks. After taking Xibei goods, he would come back. If the three swords were all fakes, the treasure hall would not be said to have lost all its money, but it would also be damaged.

Ling Chong shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid of the shopkeeper. These three long swords are mottled ancient relics, no doubt, and are not fakes. They are just things I want to get." The shopkeeper then breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat hard, and asked nervously: "What exactly is the second young master who wants to get?" Ling Chong smiled: "Why are the shopkeeper confused? Didn't he tell you just now that I want to buy a long sword, cut iron like mud, cut blades, and see blood?"

The shopkeeper held his breath and muttered, "Aren't these three?" Ling Chong shook his head: "No. The shopkeeper, do you have other swords here? What I want is a fierce aura that can withstand the infusion of my internal force and kill the enemy. It is not a valuable antique, and it can only be played with without practicality."

The shopkeeper let out a sigh and said, "So that's it. I know what the second young master wants! Second son, go and bring that evil sword." The guy made a cold war and shrank his head and said, "That evil sword? I don't dare to go, the shopkeeper, you should go." The shopkeeper raised his leg and kicked him, and scolded, "I'm useless, I'll spend money to support you! You don't dare to take a broken sword!" He said this, but he started fighting with his own teeth.

Ling Chong was intrigued and asked, "Shopkeeper, what's going on with that evil sword? How could it be called an evil sword? Since it is an evil sword, why are you still keeping it and not getting rid of it as soon as possible?" The shopkeeper said with a frown: "The Second Master doesn't know anything, and I was fascinated by the ghosts for a while. When someone came to pawn the evil sword, I saw that the sword was extremely sharp and it was a sword, so I pushed it down with eight hundred taels. Who knew that as soon as the sword was obtained, my treasure pavilion would be full of evil things. I cried and howled in the middle of the night, and fell secondly. The two years ago, I had a low child and had difficulty giving birth. I still asked the three best doctors in the city for consultation, and I barely saved my life, but the child was gone.

Ling Chong nodded, but he knew about this. The year before yesterday, Ling Zhen ordered the dynasty to send some silver to the Treasure Pavilion to express his feelings. The shopkeeper said again: "The master of your mansion also sent silver to the Treasure Pavilion. This kind of favor is engraved in my heart. After this incident, I recalled that there was something evil in my family that caused the restlessness of the house. So I spent 3,000 taels of silver to ask the old monk Bixia to go down the mountain. He walked around my Treasure Pavilion and pointed to the sword and said that this sword was extremely murderous, and it was an evil thing. It has been a long time since I came to my house and it is consistent with my fate. If I am destroyed rashly, I will die. Only when I meet the wise master and use good to overcome evil, I will not only have nothing to do, but my fortune will last."
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