Feng Feiyun is fourteen years old, a romantic young man. Today he put on a purple silk robe inlaid with gold, tied his hair in a bun behind his head, and held a sandalwood rice paper folding fan in his hand, making him look more handsome than ever.
Feng Feiyun was originally handsome, like a little scholar. Now that he has practiced the "Immortal Phoenix Body", his temperament is completely different from before. He looks heroic and has a faint air of free and easy.
Even the two slaves Feng Ping and Feng An were stunned for a long time after seeing Feng Feiyun, as if they didn't recognize him.
"Let's go! Let's go to Yingoufang now. Why are you two in such a daze? Why don't you lead the way?" Feng Feiyun scolded.
Only then did the two slaves come to their senses and hurriedly led the way.
Yingoufang is located in the prosperous area in the south of Lingzhou City. The building is seven stories high, made of bricks and wood, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. It has become one of the landmark buildings of Lingzhou City.
What you can buy in Yingoufang is not only weapons, but also some exotic treasures, elixirs, armors, etc. Everything related to cultivation is sold here, but many things are not affordable for ordinary people.
"Oh, this is not Master Feng. What kind of wind has brought you this great god here today! Please come in quickly, please come in quickly!" Zheng Dongliu is the head of Yingoufang. He is over sixty years old and knows countless people. Then
His eyes were quite vicious, and he recognized Feng Feiyun at a glance.
Although Zheng Dongliu's eyes cannot be called fiery eyes, they have read countless people, are sophisticated and deep, and are as sharp as the eyes of an eagle.
It was Feng Feiyun's first time to come to Yingoufang, but this Tai Sui from Lingzhou City had already been written into his account book. He was a big benefactor and needed to be properly received.
Feng Feiyun held the folding fan and walked into Yingoufang gracefully. He said with a smile: "Yingoufang is indeed well-deserved. This is my first time here, but you, the boss, already know me."
"If anyone in Lingzhou City doesn't know you, Master Feng, then this business will definitely not be able to run." Zheng Dongliu invited Feng Feiyun to the inner hall and prepared a pot of good tea, showing that he was particularly familiar with him.
Feng Feiyun was not polite, he just sat down and said with a smile: "Mr. Boss, this is a big joke. Others may not be able to run it, but Yingoufang is definitely not one of them."
The elders behind Yingoufang are the Yingou family. As one of the four major families in the Shenjin Dynasty, it is not something that ordinary people can afford to offend.
Naturally, Feng Feiyun would not be stupid enough to challenge the Silver Gou family, at least he doesn't have the strength yet.
From the moment Feng Feiyun entered the door, Zheng Dongliu was sizing up the legendary second master of Lingzhou City, but the image Feng Feiyun gave him was completely different from what he imagined.
This Young Master Feng seems to be no idiot!
Zheng Dongliu laughed aloud and asked, "Young Master Feng doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I wonder what you want to buy when you go to Yingoufang?"
"Weapon, your Yingoufang's best magical weapon." Feng Feiyun said.
Zheng Dongliu said: "There are twenty-eight types of weapons, swords, knives, rings, hooks, guns...etc., I wonder which one Master Feng wants to buy?"
"Knife!" Feng Feiyun said.
"There are thirty-four types of knives, such as horse-cutting knives, lancet knives, simple knives, wild goose feather knives, large ring knives, tiger-tooth knives... etc. Which one does Master Feng want?" Zheng Dongliu is obviously a shrewd person.
A businessman is extremely familiar with any product, otherwise he would not be able to be the head of the Yingoufang branch.
"Heavy sword!" Feng Feiyun said.
Zheng Dongliu was surprised. This young master Feng looked like a weakling. Could he pick up a heavy sword?
Although he was full of doubts, Zheng Dongliu was a businessman. A shrewd businessman naturally knew how to keep his mouth shut, so he did not ask out the doubts in his heart.
"Heavy knives, the lightest of which weighs eighty-nine pounds, are divided into three levels: fine iron sword, treasured sword, and spiritual sword. I believe that even Master Feng will look down on a weapon of this level.
.And now there are two fine and heavy swords in Yingoufang for Master Feng to choose from." Zheng Dongliu said.
Weapons are divided into three levels: weapons, treasures, and spiritual weapons.
The best weapons are made of fine iron, and can split all the iron ingots with one strike without damaging the blade.
But the lowest level of treasure can easily cut off the highest level of weapons. It is extremely tough and is made from some special metals and materials, making it very precious.
As for the spiritual weapons above the treasure weapons, they are even rarer. Each one is a divine blade with earth-shattering power. Even if it takes ten cities to exchange it, no one is willing to exchange it. The Silver Hook Fang in Lingzhou City now has one
There are no spiritual weapons either. Spiritual weapon-level weapons can only be purchased at Silver Hook Headquarters.
Zheng Dongliu led Feng Feiyun to the fifth floor of Yingoufang!
The higher you go, the higher the quality of the weapons and the tighter the guards.
The first heavy sword of the treasure level was carried up by two guards. It was completely black, the blade was two meters long, the blade was as wide as a door panel, and the back of the sword was half a palm thick. It was engraved with animal patterns and exuded an odor.
There was a chill, like a sword made of ice.
This is a real cold air that makes people shiver.
"This sword is called Man Ya. It weighs three hundred and forty two kilograms. It is made of deep-sea black iron. The blade is cold. If you cut a person's neck with one knife, it can freeze the person's blood instantly. Therefore, after killing someone, the blade will be
It’s also bloodless.”
Zheng Dongliu held a bucket of water and poured it directly on the blade. He immediately made a "chichi" sound. Before the water even dripped from the blade, it was frozen into a layer of ice.
"This knife sells for three thousand gold coins."
One gold coin = one hundred silver coins = ten thousand copper coins
One gold coin is enough for an ordinary family to live for one year. It can be seen that three thousand gold coins is definitely a huge sum of money, which is an astronomical figure in the eyes of ordinary people.
"What a knife!" Feng Feiyun clapped his hands and praised, then shook his head and said: "It's a pity that this knife is too big. Is there a heavy knife with a smaller blade?"
Feng Feiyun didn't mention the price of the knife at all. It was obvious that three thousand gold coins meant no pressure to him at all.
"have!"
Zheng Dongliu ordered people to bring up the second sword!
This second sword is only about three feet long, and the blade is about as wide as the back of your hand. It is red in color, has a simple and delicate texture, and feels warm when you touch it with your hand.
The blade looks plain and unpretentious, the blade looks quite rough, and there are many gaps. It doesn't have the exquisite feeling of a precious sword at all.
Zheng Dongliu sighed and said: "This sword is called Red Dragon. The material is quite special. After identification, it actually contains nine kinds of rare iron. Although it is only three feet long, it weighs two hundred and forty kilograms.
It’s just astonishing.”
After seeing this knife, a strange light flashed in Feng Feiyun's eyes. He suddenly stood up and gently stroked the blade with his fingers. He was overjoyed. According to his intuition, although this knife was a little off-sale,
, but the power is definitely more than ten times that of the previous sword.
He could feel that there seemed to be spiritual energy flowing in the knife. This feeling was so subtle that no one else except him might be able to detect this trace of spiritual energy.
"This is a sword at the level of a spiritual weapon. However, when the blade is broken, almost all the spiritual energy inside is removed, so no one can recognize that it was once a spiritual weapon."
Feng Feiyun's fingers touched the fracture and he made this judgment in his heart.
Although it is a broken spiritual weapon, its power is not comparable to that of ordinary treasures.
Feng Feiyun retracted his hand quietly, nodded, and said: "This knife is very popular with me. Chief Zheng, how can I sell this knife?"
"Five thousand gold coins." Zheng Dongliu naturally knew that this sword was extraordinary, but he didn't know why it was extraordinary, so after he quoted the price, his heart was still beating, and he glanced at Feng Feiyun slightly from the corner of his eyes.
This Broken Sword is a remnant of a spiritual weapon and is definitely worth more than 50,000 gold coins. Feng Feiyun secretly laughed at Zheng Dongliu for not knowing the goods, but there was a look of hesitation on his face. He frowned and said: "Master Zheng, you are trying to trick me.
Oh my! Five thousand gold coins are enough for me to play with five thousand top beauties. A broken knife is worth five thousand gold coins. Isn’t this a money grab?"
Zheng Dongliu smiled and said: "How much does Master Feng think is appropriate?"
"Three thousand gold coins." Feng Feiyun said.
"Okay, it's settled." Zheng Dongliu agreed as if he was afraid that Feng Feiyun would return, with a smile on his face. The price of three thousand gold coins was already twice as high as he expected.
Seeing Zheng Dongliu agreeing so readily, Feng Feiyun sighed inwardly. It seemed that his price was still too high, but for three thousand gold coins to buy a broken sword with the level of a spiritual weapon, Feng Feiyun had already made a lot of money.
Zheng Dongliu, on the other hand, smiled even more cheerfully than Feng Feiyun, and specially presented him with a fine iron scabbard, which was engraved with gorgeous textures and looked quite high-end.
"Master Feng, how about I have someone deliver this knife to your house in person?"
The red dragon sword weighs 240 kilograms, so Zheng Dongliu cannot hold it as fast as Feng Feiyun, so he asked this question.
"Need not."
After Feng Feiyun paid the gold note, he reached out to take the scarlet sword, held it in his hand, and then turned around and went downstairs.
Zheng Dongliu stared at him in shock as he walked down the stairs. After a long time, he came back to his senses and murmured to himself: "Weird thing, weird thing. The legendary idiot turned out to be a master. It's interesting. It's interesting. It seems that this news must be sold immediately."
Regardless of the wind and rain, we will definitely be able to sell it at a good price."
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"Master, is this the sword you bought?"
The two house slaves waiting outside Yingoufang saw Feng Feiyun coming out of the house and came over to greet him.
"It's just a broken knife, nothing to see." Feng Feiyun smiled and nodded, then walked out first.
Feng Ping and Feng An chased up from behind and asked, "Master, where are we going?"
"Drink tea!"
"The best teahouse in Lingzhou City is Zhujian Pavilion, and the oldest teahouse is Shuitai. Master, which one do you want to go to?"
Feng Feiyun smiled and said nothing, and walked quickly through the ancient streets. Even with a knife weighing 240 kilograms, he still walked quickly, leaving the two people following him so tired that they were out of breath.
gas.
Now that his cultivation has reached the early stage of spiritual guidance, a long river of spiritual energy has been nurtured in his Dantian, and he has initially entered the threshold of cultivating immortality. Feng Feiyun is in an unprecedented good mood.
After passing through three streets, Feng Feiyun stopped at the entrance of a simple and remote alley.
There is an old open-air tea shed at the entrance of the alley. The top of the tea shed is covered with thatch, and five shabby tables are set up underneath. Next to one of the tables is a wooden board with the word "tea" crookedly written on it in charcoal.
Character.
Feng Ping and Feng An caught up with them panting, standing behind Feng Feiyun, looking at the tea shed at the entrance of the alley not far away, both of them looked astonished.
"It turns out that the young master was not drinking tea, but the young lady of the Luo family." Feng Ping laughed darkly.
"Last time, the young master was soft-hearted and let her go, but this time she is doomed, quack!" Feng An's smile became even wider.
This tea shed is run by Luo Yuer and Old Man Luo!
Feng Feiyun is naturally not a bad boy who bullies men and dominates women, let alone violence against Luo Yu'er. He just wants to see the injury of old man Luo. After all, the old man and his granddaughter are lonely and helpless, and they are being enslaved by their own domestic slaves.
If you get injured, you have to bear some responsibility.
Sending them some money can also make their lives better.
Feng Feiyun raised his eyes and happened to see the young lady of the Luo family making tea in the tea shed. She was petite and graceful, just like a little sister next door.
The gentle wind blew over, blowing the blue hairband off her head, and the black hair was scattered like a waterfall.
The wind also blows away the hot water mist, and the fragrance of tea fills the ancient streets.
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