Jincheng is located in the northwest, not as peaceful and elegant as Jiangnan. Although it has already entered summer, the long wind is wrapped in sand and gravel, and it still makes people's eyelids hurt when they are blowing. Zhu Yanyin bought a gauze scarf in a shop on the street. He learned from the locals to cover his head and face tightly, revealing only a thin gap of eyes. He asked in a muffled voice: "When will we meet the miracle doctor?"

Zhao Mingchuan replied that he had to wait for another seven or eight days, seventeen or eight days, or twenty-seven or eighteen days.

Zhu Yanyin: “…”

Zhao Ming preached: "Doctor Jiang's whereabouts are uncertain, but since he promised to come to the martial arts conference, he would definitely not miss the appointment. It just so happened that Jincheng has been lively recently, so let's just go for a trip and enjoy the waters, and just relax."

As he was talking, another strong wind was howling through the city. The book stall next to him had no time to clean up. A few pieces of paper were blown up, covering the face of Zhu Erjun.

"Ah!" Zhu Xiaosui quickly pulled it off for him, looking at the green-faced and fanged ghost thing on his head, with a disgusted look on his face, "What kind of dirty thing is this?"

"The latest portrait of the leader of the Demon Cult." The vendor rushed over to clean up and introduced with a smile, "Will you guys come?"

Zhu Yanyin was surprised: "This guy has a sales outlet?"

Zhao Mingchuan explained: "The leader of the martial arts world has issued a ruling on the rivers and lakes. Any tips about Chi Tian can be exchanged for a considerable reward."

Chi Tian is the leader of the Demon Sect that everyone is going to attack this time. It is said that his kung fu is so great. However, the scope of this person's evil deeds is currently limited to the northeast. The people in the northwest have no chance to learn how cruel he is, so they are not too scared. When they heard that the Martial Arts Alliance had a heavy reward, they all asked about the appearance of the target person. The portraits were almost robbed one by one, for fear that they would not know each other without knowing each other and missed the opportunity to make money in vain.

At this time, the wind was strong again, and the vendor ran back to pick up the books that fell on the ground. Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes and his life seemed to be hard, Zhu Yanyin asked the book boy to help, and ordered: "Ask the total amount of money for those books, and buy them back to the inn for me."

When Zhu Xiaosui heard this, his eyebrows immediately drooped. He lost his memory. Why did he still have to buy it? He moved over unwillingly and helped the vendor pack the books, and then asked in a big way: "My young master wants to buy some books to enjoy. Do you still have inventory in your house?"

"Yes, yes." The vendor was very enthusiastic, "I wonder what books the young master wants?"

Zhu Xiaosui said: "Three tombs and five scriptures, eight ropes and nine hills."

The vendor looked confused.

Zhu Xiaosui had to ask again: "Then should there be "The Legend of Gongyang" and "The Legend of Guliang"?"

The vendor pointed at the basket, no, I only sold these.

It is all related to the world, such as "The Ten Unsolved Mysteries of the Martial Arts", "One Hundred Things You Must Know when Young Heroes Entering the World", and some self-printed sects, such as "The Road to Success of the Head of the Huangshan Sect: Others See Troubles, But I See Opportunities", one of which is more fancy than a book.

Zhu Xiaosui's hands were shaking.

The city was about to hold a martial arts conference, and there were tourists everywhere. Zhu Yanyin didn't want to be alone in the inn, so he asked Zhao Mingchuan about the beautiful scenery of Jincheng, and planned to take a walk and spend time.

Zhu Xiaosui was worried while helping his son make the bed. He didn't know when the miracle Doctor Jiang would be able to enter Jincheng. Alas, people in the world think so rough and unreliable.

In Wanren Palace, Jiang Shenglin was so observable that he sneezes three or four times. His subordinates shook, and the devil leader on the paper became more and more black and distorted. He was about to abandon the painting and re-draw a picture, but Li Sui had already instructed: "Let me find more than a dozen disciples to copy it and send it to various bookstores as soon as possible."

Jiang Shenglin still had a conscience and felt that this ragged thing was really hard to take out to cheat money, so he suggested: "It's better for me to change it."

Li Sui pulled out the rice paper: "It's not a portrait of the ancestors of the Jiang family, why should it be so delicate?"

Jiang Shenglin: "..."

Forget it, I am not angry, but if others are angry, I am not angry, and no one will take care of it when it gets angry.

The appearance of the Demon Sect leader in Jincheng is comparable to that of the people of Qingtou evil spirits, which is entirely due to the seven or eight bookstores set up in the city by Wanren Palace. A few days ago, the Wulin League issued a heavy reward order in the morning, and in the afternoon, the portrait of Chi Tian was spread all over the city. Every household flocked to grab it, and even if they couldn't grab it, they had to fight. The best-selling level was comparable to "The Ten Romantic History of the Rivers and Lakes".

Jiang Shenglin asked again: "When are you planning to leave for Snow City?"

"Next month." Li Sui said, "You prescribe a few more medicines for me in case of emergency."

"The medicine can be prescribed, but the Chitian Kung Fu is so great-" Jiang Shenglin was halfway through his speech, and when he saw Li Sui seemingly unhappy, he changed the subject, "Even if you have deep internal strength and can hit him with one hand, after all, if you have old injuries, it's better to be careful."

“How to be careful?”

"The people from the Wulin League are also going to Xuecheng, why not go with them?" Jiang Shenglin was very tempted, "just let those people in the martial arts world have a long experience."

Li Sui picked up his sword and stood up and left the hall.

Jiang Shenglin looked at his back and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

...

In the afternoon, Zhu Er Gongzi took Xiao Shutong to wander around Jincheng.

There were many people, cars, and horses on the road. Zhu Xiaosui was afraid of the scene of this smoky rivers and lakes. What were they afraid of? He was afraid that his young master would be attracted to the dream of seeing a ghost martial arts. So he grabbed his sleeve tightly with one hand and muttered: "It's almost done, go back."

"I was so bored in the room." Zhu Yanyin looked up at the shop plaque in front of him and praised, "The name is good, go in and take a look."

Zhu Xiaosui was so sad when he heard this, Niu Dafa’s weaponry was in hand. What’s the best name? If you want to see the Great Sword, just say it.

Zhu Yanyin walked in and pulled off the gauze on his face. He looked handsome and elegant. He stood in the dark shop and said, "I am very rich from a wealthy family." Several of the shop's friends came forward and surrounded the rich man, rushing to introduce various treasures of the shop.

The second young master Zhu heard it very easily, and only felt that all the weapons here had great mystery, so he turned his head to look at Shutong. Everyone was so enthusiastic. Do I have to buy some of them? After all, I have come here.

Zhu Xiaosui: I will be angry to death.

Zhu Yanyin was excited to pick up some daggers and sleeve arrows, intending to take them home to send them to someone - they can't be sent out to watch. My elder brother had to buy two kilograms of lotus root cakes when he went to Hecheng. After all, I was a martial arts conference, right? So I sent Zhu Xiaosui to pay the money after going to the back. He continued to look around and look around, and saw a sword.

A red black black iron sword.

It leans slanted against the corner of the wall, covered with the afterglow of the sunset, and every mark seems to be full of stories of vicissitudes.

nice!

Buy it!

As soon as Li Sui lifted the curtain, he saw a thief stealing his sword.

“…”

Zhu Yanyin has never practiced martial arts, has never done thick work, his arms are trembling and have no strength, so he finally dragged his sword up.

"call!"

Li Sui looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhu Yanyin threw himself on this sword with all his heart, and did not notice that there was someone in the dark, and he just wanted to go to a brighter place and then appreciate it carefully. When he retreated, he didn't pay attention to the pit on the ground. When he stumbled under his feet, he barely fell into the arms of another person.

"Oh!" That was a young man in a bright clothes and sword. As soon as he entered the store, he was smashed back two steps back. He hurriedly avoided it and said disgusted, "Where did the rough and reckless man come from?"

The second young master Zhu was called a rough and reckless man for the first time. He was shocked. He thought to himself if your eyes were not good, and I was still called rough? But then he thought, after all, he had hit someone first, so he planned to apologize, but the other party had already walked past him with his servants and picked up the bag of daggers on the cabinet.

“…”

Zhu Yanyin had to speak: "Brother, I bought these."

The man in Jinyi looked him up and down, and said with contempt: "You can't even carry a sword, but you want to grab this sword with me, floating in the sky, the vast sea, the sky is like a dream?"

When Zhu Yanyin heard the randomly pieced together name, he started to have a headache and didn't want the knife anymore, because he couldn't stand it. At this time, Zhu Xiaosui happened to be accomplices. He heard that others looked down on his son and felt dissatisfied. So he pointed and said aloud: "That's all, those who have just paid the money, wrap them up."

The guy laughed and stepped forward to take away the things, but the man in Jinyi refused and threw the sword onto the cabinet with a "clang": "What are you taking, I want it."

"Hey, you guy--" Zhu Xiaosui wanted to come forward to argue, but was pulled by Zhu Yanyin and persuaded warmly: "You have paid the money, but what if this brother is willing to pay double, can we still stop the shopkeeper from making money?"

The shopkeeper wanted the two customers to negotiate on their own, so no one spoke and just stood there.

The man in Jinyi glanced at the daggers and hidden weapons and sniffed: "I'll double it."

Zhu Yanyin said: "I will give three times more money."

"You!" The blue veins pounded between the eyebrows of the brocade man.

Zhu Yanyin explained: "If you do business, the higher the price will be."

Being stared at by a roomful of people, the man in Jinyi couldn't get up and down, and he gritted his teeth: "I'll make four times more money."

“Five times.”

“…Six times!”

"Okay!" Zhu Yanyin suddenly began to applaud warmly.

The guy was stunned for a moment and then applauded.

Crackling.

Very lively.

The man in brocade: "..."

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed the "good fart" back, judging by his posture.

I wish the second young master was rich, and he had chosen good things before, which was not a small amount. Although the guy received the money from the man in Jinyi, he was not very happy. He thought that after a while, he would definitely send someone to go back, otherwise who would be so angry that he would suffer? Just need it, just smash the shop without being angry.

Then Zhu Yanyin asked again: "Brother, I don't know which sect I came from?"

The man in the brocade doesn't want to pay attention.

But there is no one who can resist the family Ding Li: "My master is the eldest master of the Canglang Gang!"

The man in the brocade clothes made his teeth wrong and his chest was held back. He would not get a new breath in the New Year.

As expected, Zhu Yanyin immediately sighed at Zhu Xiaosui: "It turns out that it is the eldest master of the Canglang Gang. No wonder he spent so much money. You and I have just entered the world and have gained knowledge today."

His voice was loud and shivering, like a cicada. He heard the man in brocade and became more upset, so he simply left the store. Zhu Yanyin glanced out, Zhu Xiaosui understood it, and immediately chased him out loudly at the door of the store: "Canglang helped the eldest master spend a lot of money and spent six times the silver to buy the floating sky, sea, distant mountains, and sky rain, like dreams, and others are envious!"

The people on the street didn't understand much, and only heard six times the money. They thought it was this slutty young master who bought an amazing treasure, so they started to make a fuss, feeling that the rich people were so great that they envy.

Zhu Yanyin said: "He shouldn't come back to get it back now."

"Yes, yes." The guy nodded, "Will the young master buy something else?"

"I want this sword." Zhu Yanyin pointed to the ground and "delivered directly to the inn."

The guy stretched his neck and saw that his face turned pale. Isn’t this the sword of my palace master? Why is it here?

"If you don't sell this, I'd better change it!"

Zhu Yanyin was puzzled: "Why not sell it?"

The guy ran out of the counter and took the sword into the cabinet and put it in: "This is also the guest's, and it exists for the time being."

Zhu Yanyin was surprised: "Can you actually hold it?"

Man: "...I'm trying a blacksmith and I'm very strong."

Zhu Yanyin responded, feeling quite regretful because he really liked the sword. So his friend said carefully and asked him to ask the customer if he sold it, or to find out where the sword was bought.
Chapter completed!