After hearing about the Yiling magic weapon, Wu Dachuan not only did not feel embarrassed, but he breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is easy to handle. As long as Junior Brother Yun can get the spirit stones or banknotes, I can help you get the spiritual weapon at a lower price than the market price!"
Afraid that Yun Que wouldn't believe it, Wu Dachuan swore:
"Don't worry! The quality is absolutely guaranteed. If you are not satisfied, you can return it at any time!"
Yun Que never intended to ask for an overflowing magic weapon from Wu Dachuan.
His original intention was to buy one or exchange the flying sword he had for one.
Yun Que was immediately moved when he learned that banknotes were acceptable.
He had a million taels of silver notes with him, all of which were collected from Yaoshi Temple. He left 100,000 taels for Lao He to buy a house, and there were still 900,000 taels left.
I thought that silver would not be of much use in the Sword Palace, but unexpectedly it could be used to buy the Overflowing Magical Artifact.
This is an unexpected surprise!
Yun Que pointed at the ring on the other person's hand and said calmly:
"How much does a spirit ring like yours cost in terms of silver?"
"The starting price is at least 100,000 taels. It's all for my sake. If it were anyone else, I would never get this price." Wu Dachuan said with certainty.
Yun Que nodded secretly.
One hundred thousand taels for a Yiling Magical Artifact is indeed not expensive.
At the beginning, he mortgaged the Hou Mansion worth 100,000 taels to Hu Tieshan in exchange for a low-grade flying sword.
As for the most common Overflowing Magical Artifact, its price will definitely not be lower than that of a low-grade Flying Sword.
"I want one piece, how can I trade it?"
In fact, Yun Que didn't really need the Overflowing Spirit Ring, he just used it to cover up.
Considering his status as a sword servant, it is really doubtful if his action is based on sword energy.
"Prepare the banknotes. I will take you to a place tomorrow. You can choose what kind of spiritual weapon you need."
After talking about the business, Wu Dachuan became much more relaxed and talked eloquently:
"Those guys in the East Campus should have been taught a lesson long ago. Not only do they trample our North Campus under their feet in sword fights every year, but they also show off their power and say that our North Campus is an eggless breed because of the decline of Yin and Yang. Damn! This is
Come down to their east courtyard and you should know what it means to have talent!"
"By the way, Junior Brother Yun, do you have any grudge against that Lei Linggen?"
Yun Que smiled and said, "He called me daddy."
"No wonder, if someone scolded my father, I would fight him tooth and nail! Oh no, he recognizes your father? Is your father very famous?"
"It's quite famous. My father is Yanmenhou."
"Marquis Yanmen...you are Yun Changji's son! I will fight with you!"
Wu Dachuan's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened, he shouted and rushed over.
Yun Que counterattacked casually and quickly subdued the opponent.
As for the puppy Wangcai, he didn't dare to get close to Yun Que and stayed far away.
Wu Dachuan's hands were tied, and he struggled and roared, but his roaring turned into tears.
"Give my dad back to me, give me back! Woohoo!"
A grown man with runny nose and tears streaming down his face looked really ugly.
Yun Que sat aside, silent.
He roughly guessed why the other party lost control after hearing the words Yanmenhou.
Wu Dachuan stopped choking and said in a hoarse voice:
"My father used to be a school captain, serving under the command of Marquis Yanmen. He died in Hanshui City five years ago... Why!"
Wu Dachuan's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted hysterically:
"Why did they die without even leaving the city? One hundred thousand soldiers! They didn't die in the battle in front of the two armies, but they were all buried in the closed city. Why on earth?"
Yun Que sat in the corner of the room, the shadows hanging from the beams hiding the unwillingness in his eyes.
"I also want to know."
After saying that, Yun Que loosened the rope from Wu Dachuan.
The other party didn't rush over, nor did he cry. He was silent for a while, then smiled awkwardly and said:
"It was a test just now. Try your skills. Junior Brother Yun, don't mind. You are very skilled! With you joining us, we will definitely gain a lot during the trip to Wushan!"
He lied and took his leave.
What does the grievances of our parents have to do with these younger generations? It is nothing more than seeing things and missing others, and not being reconciled.
When he walked to the door, Wu Dachuan heard a low and solemn voice coming from behind him.
"I will find out what happened back then sooner or later."
Wu Dachuan did not look back, clenched his fists vigorously, pushed the door open and left.
Yun Que's mind couldn't calm down for a long time.
In the Battle of Hanshui, all 100,000 soldiers died in Hanshui City. Each of them had a family, and there were more than 100,000 family members like Wu Dachuan in the world.
Hundreds of thousands of poor people will never be able to wait for their sons, fathers and husbands in this life.
And Yun Que himself is one of them.
The next day, it rained lightly.
The long streets of the Imperial City are still lively and crowded with pedestrians.
Wu Dachuan took Yunque to a place called 'Changliu Street' in the west of the city.
This is a special street. The shops on both sides sell things needed by the spiritual world, including elixirs, spiritual materials, flying swords and spiritual talismans.
This is where practitioners trade with each other, also called the trading market.
Walking to the end of the alley, Wu Dachuan opened an inconspicuous small courtyard, and Yun Que followed him and walked in.
The yard is not big and is kept very neatly, with blooming flowers planted on both sides.
The host is a woman in her thirties, with premature hair and a very ordinary appearance. She is neatly groomed, has exquisite makeup, and behaves elegantly and calmly.
The woman's name is Si Ruonan, she is an weapon refiner and sells various magical weapons.
"Senior Si, we want to buy the Yiling Ring and settle the payment with a banknote."
Wu Dachuan said respectfully after entering the room, without squinting his eyes, as if he were in front of his elders.
"A piece of one hundred thousand taels, choose by yourself."
Si Ruonan pointed to the wooden shelf on the side, on which dozens of spiritual artifacts of various shapes were placed.
Yun Que picked a ring from them.
There are not only Yiling magic weapons on the wooden rack, but also all kinds of magic weapons, some are fans, some are wine glasses, there are all kinds of strange things, but there are very few swords.
Picking up a mid-grade long sword, Yun Que weighed it and asked:
"How much silver does this cost?"
"The lower grade is fifty thousand taels, the middle grade is three hundred thousand, and the top grade starts at a minimum of one million."
The sword is good, and the price is very affordable, much cheaper than Hu Tieshan's. The most important thing is that it can be settled with a banknote.
If you really can't get the finished flying sword in the future, it might be a way to earn more money to buy it here.
It is definitely rare to find an armorer who is willing to accept money.
Yun Que put down his long sword, took out the 100,000 taels of silver he had prepared earlier, and bought the Overflowing Spirit Ring.
After the transaction is completed, the two of them will leave.
"etc."
Si Ruonan stopped the two of them and said to Yun Que, "Where did your inner armor come from?"
"A gift from a friend."
Yun Que didn't know what the other party's intention was.
If you can tell that you are wearing inner armor, you must be sensing it with your spiritual sense, and the other party must have at least foundation-building cultivation.
Spiritual consciousness cannot be cultivated in the Qi refining state.
"Can you let me take a look?" Si Ruonan said.
Yun Duo nodded and said yes, and generously took off his inner armor and handed it to the other party.
After watching carefully for a long time, Si Ruonan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, as if his mood was ups and downs.
After returning the inner armor to Yun Que, she whispered:
"The person who gave you the inner armor is doing fine now."
"It's good. I have nothing to do. I'll go blacksmithing, drink tea, and think about my Marquis Mansion."
"Does he have a family?"
"I have a son who has been eating and drinking in my house since he was a child."
"He didn't take another wife?"
"No, he may not be interested in women."
Si Ruonan didn't ask any more questions, nodded his thanks and reminded:
"Changliu Street is not peaceful recently, you'd better be careful."
After leaving the small courtyard, Yun Que was able to confirm that Si Ruonan, the weapon refiner, must recognize Hu Tieshan.
I don't know what the connection between the two is.