After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 176 The second spiritual weapon

  He Lingchuan took the broken knife casually, and did the exact same thing, moving two feet away from the board.

   With a snap, the plank snapped into two pieces.

   Before the body of the sword arrives, the Qi of the sword goes first.

  Li Fubo couldn't help being moved: "A good knife, although the blade is broken, the mind is still there, and it is still awake!"

  Mao Tao interrupted: "Dao Xin is still awake or asleep?"

   "Of course there are. After the magic weapon is broken, even if the heart can still be kept, it will probably fall into a deep sleep. He Dashao's knife is interesting, um, interesting!"

  He Lingchuan only cares: "Can it be repaired? Be sure to keep the knife eye."

   "This knife has become a spiritual tool, and its temperament is tenacious. Although it is still broken, it is really a pity to recast it."

  He Lingchuan was slightly startled, the broken knife is already a spiritual weapon? Before leaving Heishui City, that's not what the people in the craftsman said.

   It's only been a month, and the broken knife has been upgraded?

   Weird.

  Li Fubo caressed the spine of the knife, loving it, "If you want to keep the eye of the knife and completely repair it, you can't use conventional methods. Well, you can try the method of planting a knife."

  Mao Tao couldn't help interjecting: "Can a knife grow?"

  I have heard of planting vegetables and trees, but I have never heard of planting knives.

"Usually speaking, if a sword is broken, it is broken, and it can only be thrown into the furnace to be recast. But if it cultivates spirituality, it has to find another way. After all, the spirituality of gold and stone is truly rare." Li Fubo stroked his beard Said, "The tail of a gecko can be regrown, and if the blade is broken, it may not be impossible to regenerate, but the conditions are harsher."

  It would be great if it can be repaired, Songyang Mansion is probably about to be opened by a lion. He Lingchuan exhaled secretly: "Master Li, let's make a price."

   The broken knife that Zhong Shengguang gave him was still a defective product with many differences; he wanted to know, what would happen if the knife was completely restored?

   "I can't decide the price! I'll charge a manual fee at most." Li Fubo waved his hands again and again, "The method of 'planting a knife' is extremely unpopular, and it must be made of gold."

   Sure enough, in the end, it was impossible to get around Yin Jin. He Lingchuan laughed: "Your store is also the number one treasure in the capital, so there must be no shortage of such materials?"

   Manager Zhao couldn't help but said: "Young Master He, the amount of gilded gold surviving in the world is less than that of the Meteorite, and we only have two pieces in our store. The entire Shihuan City has not received new gilded gold in the past three years."

Li Fubo said: "Even in the place of origin, Bingshan, Bingjin is not easy to find. It doesn't even have veins, but it is transformed after the essence of gold has acquired spirituality. This thing runs around the mountain and hides when it sees people. It is almost impossible to catch it. It can only be by chance.”

   "Then what is the price of this opportunity?" Of course He Lingchuan knew the reason why rare goods can be lived in, but he was actually a little worried. His little money can be used sideways in Heishui City, but in Shihuan, where celebrities and rich people gather, I'm afraid...

   "Last year, the Hengshui store next door sold a piece of gold, which was only half the size of our collection. The price was 15 yuan for the third-grade Xuanjing, a total of six catties."

  He Lingchuan and the two of them were shocked when they heard the words "upper third grade Xuanjing". After the Emperor Ointment descends to the ground, a small part will penetrate into the ground and turn into mysterious crystals, and its effectiveness and properties will change drastically, but they are all the best sources for practitioners to replenish their true strength. Its grade is divided into upper, middle and lower grades according to its color, and each grade has three grades.

  The upper three grades are beyond the reach of ordinary practitioners on tiptoe.

  He Lingchuan knows the price of Xuan Jing very well, and he has a piece of middle-grade low-grade one in his arms, just one piece. This thing is outrageous even if it is calculated!

   Zhao Guanshi went on to say: "You also know that Xuanjing of this grade is generally not priced in gold and silver. If you have to convert it, the current price per catty is about 20,000 taels."

   One hundred and twenty thousand taels! The price to buy a piece of gold actually starts at 120,000 taels! Mao Tao managed to keep his face unchanged, but his nostrils were stretched, and his breathing became rough.

   One hundred and twenty thousand taels of silver are stacked together, how big is the pile?

  He has been robbing on Hongya Road for many years. The whole gang of sand bandits collected road money from others, and after deducting various expenses, the real income over the past fifteen years is at most a quarter of this amount.

  He Lingchuan stroked his chin and was extraordinarily calm: "It's really..." He is so expensive! Even if he is a "rich young man", his monthly pocket money is only two or three hundred taels of silver, where can he scrape together 120,000 taels of silver? "It's not cheap."

  The money that can be used as a dominance in the countryside for a lifetime can only buy a piece of metal for repairing a knife at the feet of the emperor.

  It seems that if the road of practice is to go smoothly, he has to find another way to spend money.

Manager Zhao nodded in agreement: "Yes, this spiritual weapon is really not cheap to maintain. But although this knife is good, it is broken after all, and it will be inconvenient when fighting the enemy. Young Master He might as well find another weapon at hand, there are many choices in this shop .”

  He Lingchuan couldn't help but laugh, should he reprimand him for looking down on others, or thank him for his thoughtfulness? He rolled his eyes: "Are you so sure that I can't afford gold?"

This kind of second-generation ancestor who pretends to be 13, Zhao Guanshi has seen a lot, and then waved his hand with a smile: "This thing is indeed too expensive. In business, the villain also hopes to save some costs for the elders and younger." If you have money, take it. Come out, why bother talking nonsense?

  He Lingchuan tapped his fingers on the table twice as a sign of thinking, and then asked the craftsman Li Fubo: "How much gold will it take to repair my broken knife?"

  Li Fubo immersed himself in his calculations, and after a while he said: "Slightly smaller than the one sold in Hengshui, it is enough."

  That would cost over ninety thousand and one hundred thousand, right? No matter how many times he sells He Dashao, he still can't get it all together.

  But he didn't panic, and turned to Guanshi Zhao: "Are you also collecting spirit weapons here?"

   Zhao Guanshi was stunned: "Do you still have the spiritual weapon?"

   Below the artifact is the spiritual weapon.

  In this world, it is impossible for divine artifacts to exist, so spiritual artifacts rank among the top, even if the quality is slightly inferior, the major sellers will rush to break the lead. In the capital of Dayuan Kingdom and Shihuan City, only one new spirit weapon appeared in the past year. But this little nouveau riche said he not only has, but also two?

   Is it intact?

Does it work?

  Of course the well-trained Manager Zhao would not say this idea publicly, but just smiled like a full moon: "Can you take a look?"

  He Lingchuan took out the purple gold pestle from the storage ring, and put it on the table with a bang: "Master Li, just take a look."

  This treasure pestle is made of purple gold, its surface is full of runes, and a monster is carved on the top, with a wide nose and big mouth, protruding eyes and a beard. There are four pull rings on the soles of the feet, and the end of the pestle is as sharp as a vertebra.

  Master Li snorted, picked it up with both hands and looked closely, the tip of his nose was almost on the pestle, and couldn't help but let out another "ah": "Young Master He, where did you get this treasure from?"

  He Lingchuan leaned back: "First tell me whether it is a spiritual weapon or not, and how much it is worth." The Zijin pestle had ate a few months of ashes in his storage ring, and it finally came in handy.

   Zhao Guanshi also stared straight at this treasure pestle, his eyes widened and widened, and he faltered: "This, this can't be...I read it right!"

  They are all descendants of the Qi Sect, and they are close to the capital of the country. How could they not know about such a famous treasure?

  He didn't care about losing his composure, and said to Li Fubobaba: "Master Li, please check it, check it!" He then said to He Lingchuan, "Young Master, please forgive me, we need to verify the authenticity."

   "It's okay, just test it casually." True gold is not afraid of fire.

  Next, Li Fubo took out an unknown potion and dripped it on the pestle, and the rune on it immediately flew out of the pestle, and slowly rotated around the pestle. Li Fubo looked at it without blinking, and said for a long while, "It's the Xiaoshan curse, that's right."

   Then he walked quickly to the inner hall, got out a piece of metal the size of a finger, and approached the head of the beast.

  The animal head closed its eyes and did not move, but suddenly opened it and swallowed the piece of metal in one gulp.

   "Why bother? It's a waste of fine gold." He Lingchuan stretched out his broken knife and tapped the animal's head three times, "Hey, wake up, sing twice for the men."

  The monster looked at him wrongly at first, but now it became even more angry, and roared at him three times, loud and clear like a bull, shaking the dust on the beams to rustle.

   Zhao Guanshi and Li Fubo laughed from ear to ear: "It really is a mocking beast! It really is Sun Guoshi's purple golden pestle!"

   "Is this the mocking wind?" He can't be blamed for not being able to recognize He Lingchuan. The dragon gave birth to nine sons, except for the one carrying the stele, all of them look alike.

   "It is said that when this purple golden pestle was cast, a wisp of mocking wind's soul was added." Li Fubo praised, "Even if we try to cast such a treasure today, we will not be able to find such a precious beast soul."

   Zhao Guanshi couldn't help but said again: "Dare to ask Young Master He, where does this treasure come from?"

  The more precious the treasure, the more attention should be paid to its origin. Songyang Mansion is a famous family of the Qi Sect, so they cannot accept stolen goods blatantly.

   "This is our young master's spoils of war!" Mao Tao answered in a timely manner, triumphantly, "That old thief Sun Fuping was defeated by our Master He and Young Master He!"

  The three people on the opposite side were moved together. Zhao Guanshi lost his voice and said: "It turns out that Mr. He is from Qiansong County, from Qiansong County..."

  The news of Sun Fuping's broken halberd in the Panlong Desert, the former national teacher, had spread all over the capital a few months ago. Of course, Shihuan City, one of the supporting capitals, would not miss the news.

   "The former governor of Qiansong County, now Mr. He is the governor of Xiazhou."

   Manager Zhao's attitude towards He Lingchuan changed immediately. Not only did he smile courteously, but he also bent down even lower: "This is a precious treasure, and the villain has no control over it. I need to ask for instructions. Can Mr. He wait for a while?"

  He Lingchuan waved his hand: "As soon as possible." It seems that there is something going on.

   Manager Zhao immediately took Li Fubo back, and the little boy who stayed behind stepped forward to exchange a cup of hot tea for each of the two distinguished guests.

  …

  Boss Zhao and Guanshi went straight through the back hall, went out from the small door at the back of Songyang Mansion, walked through two alleys, and entered a large house.

  The area of ​​the house is more than half that of Songyang Mansion, but unlike the crowds there, there are only ten servants in this huge house, and everyone walks lightly.

  The wintersweet bloomed just right, and the snow on the trail was swept clean. On the branches that have lost their leaves, there are gold plates with millet and pine nuts inside for the birds and squirrels to eat in winter. Guanshi Zhao passed by a glazed greenhouse, and he could see the exotic flowers and plants in it from a distance, as if they were not affected by the weather.

  (end of this chapter)