"Perhaps only a crazy person would go to the Magic Weapon Pavilion."
"By the way, what realm is he in? I really couldn't see it clearly just now. Could he be wearing a magic weapon to conceal his aura?"
Boom.
The detectives fell silent instantly.
It was Miss Qilin who tapped lightly on the wooden board of the carriage.
"He has reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, and his bone age is less than fifty years old."
Miss Qilin said calmly.
Clang.
A constable's mask fell to the ground in shock.
Section 1#Volume 1#Chapter 14 What kind of nightmare start is this
What does it mean to achieve the Great Perfection of Golden Elixir at a bone age of less than fifty years old
This means that as long as nothing unexpected happens, this person will definitely achieve Nascent Soul stage and become a master in the future.
There is even hope of reaching the Divine Transformation Realm!
Such a disciple is probably hard to find in an ordinary sect within a thousand years. Even in a large sect like the Taoism, Buddhism and Demonism sects that have been passed down from ancient times, there will only be a few disciples in a hundred years.
How could such a talented disciple of the Demon Sect become the head of the Demon Weapon Pavilion
It's impossible that he is really the Holy Son of the Demon Sect and has just lost his mind, right
"I heard that the battle among the Saint Sons of the Demon Sect was extremely brutal. Now that I see it, perhaps the rumors are true."
Miss Qilin shook her head.
The words of their boss also aroused the imagination of the other detectives.
"Perhaps... he is not suffering from hysteria? He is just forced to come here, and he is trying to make fun of the suffering in his words?"
"But why do you want to pretend to be the Holy Son of the Demon Sect?"
"I think it must be that the Demon Sect Saint Luo Wusheng used his power and position to force him to come here, so he used the other party's name to gain some verbal advantage."
"He was clearly a genius of his generation, but he ended up in such a situation... The Demon Sect is truly cruel. That Demon Sect Saint will surely become a ruthless demon master in the future."
The detectives began to make inferences one after another.
Miss Qilin watched this scene with satisfaction.
He is worthy of being her constable. He can deduce so many things with just a few hints from her.
But we can't let them discuss it forever.
Knock knock.
She tapped on the wooden board of the carriage again to quiet the detectives.
"What he said just now reminded me a little. Since the evil spirit chose to cause trouble outside the royal city, then even if its escape technique is weird, it must have a hiding place, and it will not be too far from the royal city."
Miss Qilin said, "Let's explore this area first, and then return to Liushenmen when the city is closed... You, take this carriage to the royal city government office."
She pointed at a constable.
The constable nodded his head and said yes.
… …
Luo Wusheng was walking on the streets of the city at this time, but he had no intention of looking at the scenery of the royal city.
The bald driver's hearse incident started ten days ago.
And ten days ago was the day when my memory awakened, and it was also the day when I decided to come to the royal city.
Baldhead, Buddhism, and the chaos of demons...
There are some things that you cannot associate with, because once you do, you will feel inexplicably anxious.
(Could that bald-headed rickshaw driver really be a Buddhist? No, no, no, just because he has a bald head, it doesn’t mean he is a Buddhist.)
(And there is no reason for the Buddhist sect to target me, right? There is still nearly a year left before the Demon Rebellion. The Buddhist sect is a big sect with a great cause. Even if I am the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, how can the movements of a small golden elixir be noticed by these big guys?)
I guess I'm just overthinking it.
But if you are really targeted by the Buddhist sect...
Luo Wusheng subconsciously reached for the wooden dagger at his waist, paused, and then took it in his palm.
[I have already arrived at the Royal City, how about you? ]
[… I just left Xuanyuanzhou and am now flying towards Jianzhou. I will probably be able to find an inn in Jianzhou tonight and return to Jiange tomorrow.]
After receiving Lu Yuli's reply, Luo Wusheng's expression relaxed and he began to reply.
[Then be careful not to get cheated in the inn, and don't drink and fly the sword. It is very dangerous. If you fly the sword improperly, your relatives and friends will shed tears. ]
After replying, a relaxed smile appeared on his face again.
Fortunately... at least the protagonist is still on my side, so in a sense I have the upper hand.
Now Miss Sword Fairy is like his mascot.
As long as the real protagonist is fine, he feels that things are still stable.
Hmm... But I still have to be careful of the Buddhist sect. If they really want to target me, they will definitely not just send one person to pretend to be the coachman.
If there are other backup plans, there will definitely be traces left.
In short, be more careful around bald people in the future.
Luo Wusheng felt that sooner or later he would suffer from PTSD.
At this moment, the wooden sword in his hand shook, and the reply from Miss Sword Fairy came.
[Although I don't quite understand what you are saying, I feel like you are mocking me. I am very angry now and will not message you anymore.]
Luo Wusheng seemed to have the image of that stunning beauty with her cheeks puffed out in anger in his mind, and he shook his head and laughed.
I don’t know when I can see this girl again.
After putting the dagger back to his waist, Luo Wusheng's steps became noticeably lighter.
Turn left, go straight, turn right, turn right, turn right...
We have arrived at the Magic Weapon Pavilion!
Let me see the starting point of my great empire!
Look at that wall, what a great graffiti! Look at that building, the bumps and potholes are interesting! Look at that plaque, it's actually placed on the ground! What a unique design!
"Good, looks like I'm in the wrong place."
Luo Wusheng, who was standing at the door, turned around and wanted to leave.
But then an urgent cry was heard from inside the pavilion.
"Brother, please stay!"
Luo Wusheng paused for a moment, and then he saw a tall and thin figure rushing out and rolling directly in front of him.
The man was unkempt, his body was so thin that one could see his bones, and he was wearing tattered clothes. When he got up from the ground, he smiled at Luo Wusheng shyly, revealing his white teeth.
"Hey... Hey, brother, do you want to buy a weapon? You look like a newcomer to the royal city? Why don't you come into my magic weapon pavilion and take a look?"
The man dressed as a beggar smiled and said, "Let me tell you, my Demon Weapon Pavilion is owned by the Demon Sect! You know the Demon Sect, right? It's the ancient sect that owns three thousand demon realms! You won't suffer any loss if you buy weapons here!"
Luo Wusheng was forced to accept a fact that he did not want to accept.
This is the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
The entire attic is four stories high, the bricks and tiles are dilapidated, and the walls are painted with red paint with the words "Pay Your Debts". It is unknown how long the plaque has been lying on the ground. Not only is it covered with dust, there are even footprints.
How can this be starting from zero? This is starting from negative!
It was a nightmare start.
Looking at the person in front of him who was working hard to sell, Luo Wusheng seemed to be able to see his future self.
"May I have your name?"
Luo Wusheng's eyes were a little complicated.
"Brother, are you interested in my Magic Weapon Pavilion? I am Hu Dingtian, and I would like to introduce you to the peerless weapons of my Magic Weapon Pavilion!"
The Magic Weapon Pavilion's official with a name called Hu Dingtian, which was totally inconsistent with his appearance, was about to lead Luo Wusheng into the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
But Luo Wusheng did not move, and continued to ask: "You are not a disciple of the Demon Sect? Have you never seen me?"
Hu Dingtian was stunned.
"To be able to become the secretary of the Magic Weapon Pavilion, I am naturally a disciple of the Demon Sect. You..."
He looked Luo Wusheng up and down, and always felt that there was an indescribable sense of familiarity about the other party, but he had been away from the Demon Sect and stayed in the royal city for almost a year, and he really couldn't figure out where this sense of familiarity came from.
But he soon understood something, and the expression on his face fell instantly.
"You are also a disciple of the Demon Sect? You were also ostracized and sent to this damn place?"
He obviously lost interest.
"I am a disciple of the Demon Sect, but I was not excluded." Luo Wusheng narrowed his eyes.
"Tsk, if you weren't being ostracized, would you have volunteered to come to this damn place? I've seen many people as stubborn as you in this year..."
Hu Dingtian didn't say anything else, but widened his eyes.
Because Luo Wusheng took out the token of the master of the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
"If that's not enough, I have another one here."
As Luo Wusheng spoke, he took out a black wooden token from his storage bag.
The Holy Son's Order!
Student Xiao Hu knelt down on the spot.
Chapter 15: It is so sad and makes people cry
Magic Weapon Pavilion, first floor.
"Sir, Holy Son... have you really accepted the mission of being the leader of the Magic Weapon Pavilion?"
Hu Dingtian followed Luo Wusheng tremblingly at this time and asked cautiously.
“Even if the token is fake, is it true that I am also fake standing here?”
Luo Wusheng responded expressionlessly.
At this time, he was looking around the environment inside the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
Compared to the horrible sight outside, the inside of the pavilion was relatively clean.
The first floor is where the Magic Weapon Pavilion sells ordinary weapons, but these ordinary weapons are covered with more dust than each other, and no one knows how long they have been displayed in this pavilion.
"Dingtian, how long has it been since you sold any weapons in the pavilion?"
"Your Excellency the Holy Son, just call me Xiao Hu." Hu Dingtian said timidly, "To be honest, since I came here a year ago when I was a child, I have never seen any weapons sold in the pavilion."
"Not a single one?" Luo Wusheng was obviously surprised.
Hu Dingtian nodded bitterly.
"Have you ever tried to lower the price?"
"Your Excellency the Holy Son, you may not know that the price of ordinary soldiers in the royal city is controlled by the Immortal Kingdom and cannot be adjusted at will."
Is it to stop vicious competition
Luo Wusheng seemed to be thinking about something.
But in this case, the Magic Weapon Pavilion really cannot compete with other forces.