Feng Feiyun is fourteen years old, and he is a romantic young man. Today, he changed into a purple silk robe inlaid with gold, his hair was tied behind his head, and he was holding a sandalwood rice paper folding fan in his hand, making him look unprecedentedly handsome.
Feng Feiyun was originally handsome, like a little scholar, but now he has practiced "The Immortal Phoenix Body", and his temperament is completely different from before.
Even the two minions Feng Ping and Feng An were stunned for a while after seeing Feng Feiyun, as if they didn't know him.
"Let's go! Go to Silver Hook Square now, what are you two doing, you haven't led the way." Feng Feiyun scolded.
The two servants came back to their senses and hurriedly led the way.
Silver Hook Square is located in the prosperous south of Lingzhou City. The building is as high as seven floors. It is made of bricks and wood, carved with dragons and phoenixes. It has become one of the landmark buildings of Lingzhou City.
What you buy in Silver Hook Square is not just weapons, but some exotic treasures, medicinal pills, armor, etc., all things related to cultivation are sold here, but many things are not affordable for ordinary people.
"Hey, this is not Young Master Feng, what kind of wind blows your great god today! Come in, come in quickly!" Zheng Dongliu is the head of Silver Hook Fang. He is over sixty years old and knows countless people. A pair of eyes are quite vicious, and Feng Feiyun was recognized at a glance.
Although Zheng Dongliu's pair of eyes can't be called bright eyes, they can read countless people, they are sophisticated and deep, and they are as sharp as the eyes of a falcon.
This is the first time Feng Feiyun has come to Silver Hook Square, but the Tai Sui Lord of Lingzhou City has already written it in his account books. This is a big money owner and needs proper reception.
Feng Feiyun held the folding fan, walked into the Silver Hook Square gracefully, and said with a smile, "The Silver Hook Square really lives up to its reputation. This is the first time this young master has come here, but you, the principal, already know me."
"If anyone in Lingzhou City doesn't know you, Master Feng, then this business will definitely not be able to go on." Zheng Dongliu invited Feng Feiyun to the inner hall and prepared a pot of good tea, which seemed to be extraordinarily familiar.
Feng Feiyun was not polite, just sat down and said with a smile: "Mr. Chief is making a big joke. Others may not be able to manage it, but Silver Hook Fang is definitely not included."
The elders behind the Silver Hook Square are the Silver Hook Clan. As one of the four major families of the Shenjin Dynasty, it is not something that ordinary people can afford to offend.
Feng Feiyun is naturally not stupid enough to challenge the Silver Hook family, at least he doesn't have that strength yet.
As soon as Feng Feiyun entered the door, Zheng Dongliu was looking at the legendary Second Lord of Lingzhou City, but the image Feng Feiyun gave him was completely different from what he imagined.
This Young Master Feng doesn't seem to be a straw bag!
Zheng Dongliu gave a haha and asked, "Young Master Feng goes to the Three Treasures Hall without incident. What do you want to buy when you go to Silver Hook Square?"
"Weapon, the best weapon in your Silver Hook Square." Feng Feiyun said.
Zheng Dongliu said: "There are twenty-eight types of weapons, swords, knives, rings, hooks, spears, etc. I wonder which one Master Feng wants to buy?"
"Knife!" Feng Feiyun said.
"There are 34 types of knives, saber-cutting knives, lancet knives, Pu knives, goose ling knives, big ring knives, tiger-tooth knives... etc. I don't know which one Master Feng wants?" Zheng Dongliu is obviously a shrewd businessman , is extremely familiar with any commodity, otherwise he would not be able to be the head of the branch of Silver Hook Square.
"Heavy knife!" Feng Feiyun said.
Zheng Dongliu was surprised, this young master Feng looked like a man with no strength, can he hold a heavy knife
Although full of doubts, Zheng Dongliu is a businessman. A shrewd businessman naturally knows how to keep his mouth shut. He did not ask the doubts in his heart.
"Heavy knives, the lightest are eighty-nine jin, and they are divided into three grades, fine iron knives, treasure knives, and spiritual knives. I believe that a blade of this level of fine iron knives is not acceptable in Young Master Feng's eyes. Now, there are two very good treasure knives in the Silver Hook Fang, which can be chosen by Young Master Feng." Zheng Dongliu said.
There are three grades of weapons: weapons, treasures, and spirits.
The best weapons are made of fine iron, which can split the iron ingots with one knife without damaging the blade.
But a low-level treasure can easily cut off a top-level weapon, and it is extremely tough. It is made of some special metals and materials, and it is very precious.
As for the spiritual tools above the treasures, they are even rarer. Each of them is a divine blade with earth-shattering power. Even if it is exchanged for ten cities, no one is willing to change it. The Silver Hook Square in Lingzhou City doesn’t have a single spiritual weapon now, and weapons of the spiritual level can only be bought at the Silver Hook General Square.
Zheng Dongliu led Feng Feiyun to the fifth floor of Silver Hook Square!
The higher you go, the higher the quality of the weapons and the stricter the guards.
The first heavy sword of the treasure level was carried up by two guards. The whole body was pitch black. The body of the sword was two meters long. The blade was as wide as a door panel. The back of the sword was half palm thick. A chill, like a sword made of ice.
This is the real cold air, which makes people shiver.
"This treasured saber is called Man Ya, and it weighs 342 jin. It is made of deep-sea black iron. The blade is icy and cold. It can sever a person's neck with one blow, and can instantly freeze a person's blood. It's also bloodless."
Zheng Dongliu held a bucket of water and poured it directly on top of the blade, and suddenly made a "chi-chi" sound. Before the water dripped from the blade, it was frozen into a layer of ice.
"This knife costs three thousand gold coins."
1 gold coin = 100 silver coins = 10,000 copper coins
One gold coin is enough for an ordinary family to live for a year. It can be seen that 3,000 gold coins are definitely a huge sum of money, which is an astronomical amount in the eyes of ordinary people.
"Good knife!" Feng Feiyun clapped his hands in praise, 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. Obviously, 3,000 gold coins were no pressure for him at all.
"have!"
Zheng Dongliu ordered someone to bring up the second treasured saber!
This second knife is only about three feet long, and the blade is about as wide as the back of the hand.
The blade looks simple and unpretentious, the blade is rather rough, and there are gaps, without the delicate feeling of a treasured blade.
Zheng Dongliu sighed and said, "This knife is called Chilong, and the material is quite special. After identification, it actually contains nine kinds of rare iron. Although it is only three feet in length, it weighs two hundred and forty kilograms. It's just astonishing."
After seeing this knife, Feng Feiyun's eyes flashed with splendor, and he stood up suddenly, his fingers lightly stroked the blade, and he was overjoyed. According to his intuition, although this knife was sold a little different. , but the power is definitely more than ten times that of the previous knife.
He could feel that there seemed to be aura flowing in the knife, and this feeling was very subtle, and no one except him would be able to detect this aura.
"This is a sword at the level of a spiritual tool, but the blade is broken, and almost all the spiritual energy inside is removed, so no one can recognize that it was a spiritual tool."
Feng Feiyun's fingers touched the fracture and made such a judgment in his heart.
Although it is a broken spirit weapon, its power is not comparable to that of ordinary treasures.
Feng Feiyun withdrew his hand calmly, nodded, and said, "This knife is a match for me, Mr. Zheng, how can I sell this knife?"
"Five thousand gold coins." Zheng Dongliu naturally knew the extraordinaryness of this knife, but he didn't know why it was extraordinary, so after quoting 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, worth more than 50,000 gold coins. Feng Feiyun secretly laughed at Zheng Dongliu's ignorance, but his face showed hesitation, he frowned and said, "Mr. Zheng, you are in a hole. Me! Five thousand gold coins are enough for this young master to play with five thousand top beauties, and a broken knife is worth five thousand gold coins, isn't this stealing money?"
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 of Feng Feiyun's return, with a smile on his face. The 3,000 gold coins were already twice the price he estimated.
Seeing that Zheng Dongliu agreed so readily, Feng Feiyun sighed inwardly, it seemed that his price was still too high, but for 3,000 gold coins to buy a broken knife at the level of a spirit tool, Feng Feiyun had already made a lot of money.
Zheng Dongliu laughed even more cheerfully than Feng Feiyun, and even gifted a pair of fine iron scabbards with gorgeous textures, which looked quite high-end.
"Master Feng, do you want me to send this knife to your house in person?"
The Chilong Treasure Sword weighs 240 jins, and Zheng Dongliu is naturally not quite able to carry it, so this is the reason.
"No need to."
After Feng Feiyun paid the golden note, he stretched out his hand to take the scarlet sword, held it in his hand, and then turned around and went downstairs.
Zheng Dongliu stared at him in shock and walked down the stairs. After a long time, he came back to his senses and muttered to himself: "Strange thing, strange thing, the legendary straw bag turned out to be a master, interesting, interesting, it seems that I have to sell this news immediately to Wind and rain will surely sell for a good price.”
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"Master, is this the treasure you bought?"
The two servants who were waiting outside the Silver Hook Square greeted Feng Feiyun when they saw Feng Feiyun coming out.
"It's just a broken knife, it's nothing to see." Feng Feiyun nodded with a smile, and went 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 Zhujiange, and the oldest teahouse is Water Purification Terrace. Master, which one do you want to go to?"
Feng Feiyun smiled without saying a word, and walked quickly across the ancient street, even with a knife that weighed 240 pounds, he still walked like a fly, and the two who followed were out of breath. gas.
Now that the cultivation base has reached the initial stage of spiritual inspiration, a long river of spiritual energy has been bred in the dantian.
After crossing 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 there are five dilapidated tables below. One of the tables is next to a wooden board with a word "tea" written on it with charcoal. Character.
Feng Ping and Feng An caught up panting, standing behind Feng Feiyun, looking at the tea shed at the entrance of the alley not far away, all of them had a stunned look.
"It turns out that the young master is not drinking tea, but the little lady of the Luo family." Feng Pingyin laughed.
"Last time, the young master was soft-hearted and let her go, but this time she is doomed, quack!" Feng An laughed even more.
This tea shed is run by Luo Yuer and Luo Laohan!
Feng Feiyun is naturally not a villain who bullies men and women, and he will not be violent to Luo Yuer. He just wants to see the old man Luo's injury. After all, this old man and granddaughter are alone and helpless, and they are slaves of their own family. Injuries, you have to take some responsibility for yourself.
Give them some money to make their lives a little better too.
Feng Feiyun looked up, and happened to see the little lady of the Luo family who was making tea in the tea shed. She was petite and slender, like a little sister next door.
The gentle wind blew past, blowing the blue hair on her head, and the blue silk scattered like a waterfall.
The wind also blows away the hot water mist, and the fragrance of tea fills the ancient streets.