The only person Chen Xiaoyun can associate with her is Yuncheng or Ning Yin.
So...who does she hate?
In the East Palace, Ye Feichen looked at the long knife in his hand solemnly.
"Master, this knife is from the latest weapons shop in the capital. My subordinates have tried the toughness and strength of this knife, and it is very powerful."
Ye Feichen hooked his hand and said, "Come on, give it a try."
The guard also took a long knife. The moment the two people looked at each other, the long knife came against the wind, and then, the whole east palace resounded with a "buzzing" sound.
The moment the sound stopped, Ye Feichen's eyes were fixed on the long knife in his hand like nails, and his voice was cold, "Where is this weapons shop?"
"Chengdong."
Yun Ning's weapon shop is located in the most remote place in the east of the city, almost out of the capital, and the store looks very mature, not at all as grand as Nanshan Hall or hot pot restaurant.
There was only one old man in the shop. He was tall and tall, with a broad back and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were bright and bright.
He was breathing lightly, and there was a deep visible scar on his exposed arm, which was at least ten years old.
Everyone calls him Mr. Zhong, who Yun Ning got in exchange for a sword.
Mr. Zhong was sitting in the shop, carefully wiping the Holy Fire Sword in his hand, his eyes as gentle as if he were looking at his little lover.
Until Ye Feichen arrived, the peace was broken.
Mr. Zhong raised his head and said in a calm tone, "Sir, please feel free to take a look."
Ye Feichen was wearing a bamboo hat and looked very mysterious. After receiving his signal, the secret guard behind him stepped forward and handed the long knife in his hand to Mr. Zhong.
"Shopkeeper, this is the knife. How many do you have in your shop?"
Mr. Zhong never raised his eyelids, "I'm not the shopkeeper, I'm just a handyman. You can have as many knives as you want, but you have to make it clear what you do."
"Old man." The secret guard's voice was thin and angry, "You don't even look at it and you just say how many knives you want. If you can't make that much of what I want, are you going to pay for it with your life?
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Mr. Zhong lowered his head, his eyes never leaving his beloved sword, and sighed softly, "Young people today are too violent."
After saying that, he stood up slowly. He was tall enough to look down at the secret guard, and he felt extremely oppressive.
"Our shopkeeper said that for all the items in our store, as long as you like them, you can get whatever you want."
Ye Feichen narrowed his eyes slightly and pretended to have a low voice, "Your Excellency, are you Mr. Zhong?"
Mr. Zhong, formerly known as Zhong Keshan, was born in the Northern Liang Kingdom, but he traveled around the world all year round and loved to collect various weapons. He was a top master in the world.
Fifteen years ago, he met Yuncheng because of a war, and the two became good friends, and he has been living in Feng Qin Country ever since.
Later, Yun Cheng died tragically in an accident, and he disappeared in Feng Qin. Even though his father sent people to search for him, there was still no news.
There were rumors at the time that he didn't believe that Yun Cheng would die unexpectedly and tragically, so he kept investigating outside. Unexpectedly, he would appear in Feng Qin again, and he was willing to work as a steward in a small weapons shop.
This is indeed unimaginable.
Mr. Zhong glanced at Ye Feichen, "It's useless for you to recognize who I am. We won't give you a discount on weapons, and our shopkeeper said that the more you buy, the more expensive it will be."