After the immortal disappeared

Without any announcement, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the person playing the piano behind the curtain asked, "What's going on?"

"Assistant Liu introduced a customer to the shop for refinishing the knife. He was He Lingchuan, the eldest son of the new Xiazhou General Manager He Chunhua. Master Li said that he would use tungsten gold; in addition..."

At this point, he was interrupted by the person behind the curtain: "Wait a minute, the new manager of Xiazhou is also named He?" There was a little interest in the voice, "The original governor of Qiansong County?"

"It should be. Mr. He's entourage just boasted that Sun Guoshi was captured by the He family and his son."

"Oh? I only know that He Chunhua worked hard and risked his life to enter the Panlong Desert. How come his eldest son still deserves the credit?" The person behind the curtain laughed, "Is it just bragging?"

"This little person doesn't know this." Manager Zhao only knew his own job, "Master Li said that the broken knife he took out was a spiritual weapon, and his mind is still there. Master Li, please tell me."

Li Fubo took a step forward and said respectfully: "The spiritual weapon Mr. He needs to replenish is a ring-headed sword. It is not the style of this dynasty. The blade is longer and heavier. The ring-head is a dragon instead of the common 睝皮. It cuts from the blade. It was broken at the lower third, with a clear mind. Not only did it recognize its owner, but it also had a deep bond with Mr. He."

The person behind the curtain asked: "The knife is broken, but your mind is still clear?" After that, he took a book from the shelf next to him.

"Sober up. So if you want to repair your sword, you have to use gold and use the method of planting the sword."

"Manager Zhao, what kind of person do you think Mr. He is?"

"I'm only sixteen or seventeen years old, and I'm high-spirited. He seems to be no different from ordinary rich people." There really isn't much to say about a young man at this age. Even a newborn would think that I am the best in the world, and only those who are humble and respectful are rare.

The person behind the curtain snorted: "Would an ancient spiritual weapon be recognized by a rich boy who is sixteen or seventeen years old and still in his infancy?"

Li Fubo responded: "Maybe he has some opportunities."

"The He family father and son are quite interesting." The person behind the curtain said in a long tone, "The golden spiritual weapon can be used to its best use. However, He Chunhua was originally just the governor of a poor borderland, and his son could get so much. Do you need more money to repair a sword? What a pity. Manager Zhao, please sell him another weapon, give him a lower discount, and say that Songyang Mansion appreciates his contribution."

Manager Zhao sighed: "The villain originally tried to persuade him like this, but Master He took out the purple golden pestle of Sun Guoshi and asked us to estimate it."

The person behind the curtain closed the book with a snap, and his tone suddenly rose: "What did you say, Sun Fuping's Purple Gold Pestle?!"

The two of them responded "Yes" together, and Li Fubo affirmed: "I have experienced it, and it is undoubtedly this treasure pestle, and it is intact!"

"How could..." The person behind the curtain became uneasy, but the words behind him were too low for both of them to hear.

Manager Zhao added: "Such a treasure, blessed by fame, can be used as a store treasure. Sir, we must not miss it."

Silence behind the curtain.

The two had to wait.

After a while, the lord said: "That's right, don't miss it. Manager Zhao, give him the gold in exchange, and give him thirty pounds of gold mud to raise his knife."

"Your Majesty is generous." Manager Zhao said, and he and Li Fubo retreated.

After he left, the man behind the curtain didn't play the piano or read a book. He just leaned on the couch and stared out the window in trance.

What a person, what magical powers, and what ambitions Sun Fuping had, but in the end he hated himself in the border desert and died in the hands of a little-known official. Even his beloved magic weapon was taken away, and he is still using it in exchange for money.

Hey, purple gold pestle is exchanged for money. If Sun Fuping knew something, the coffin would almost be unable to hold it down, right?

But what happened in the desert?

More than a quarter of an hour later, Manager Zhao came again, but he was empty-handed.

His words were also a little hesitant: "Sir, Mr. He wants to increase the price by 100,000 yuan."

"What?"

"He said that the value of the Purple Gold Pestle is much higher than that of gold and gold clay, and the exchange is unfair, so... we have to pay more." Manager Zhao coughed lightly, "I argued hard, but Young Master He said that the Purple Gold Pestle It’s a hot item, and if it doesn’t sell here, he’ll go to another Qi Sect.”

"Have you lost your composure in front of the Purple Golden Pestle?" The person behind the curtain was dissatisfied, "This kid can speak like a lion."

Manager Zhao was so ashamed that he couldn't make a sound. He has been appreciating treasures for many years, and it stands to reason that his joy and disdain are invisible to his appearance, which is why outsiders will not take advantage of him. But a rich young man from the country could actually take out the purple-gold pestle and break his defense in one fell swoop.

This is the personal magic weapon of Sun Fuping, the former Imperial Preceptor and Grand Sima’s good partner who almost brought the capital into chaos!

This alone can create a complete gimmick. Not to mention its astonishing power in the hands of a mighty one.

Such a valuable treasure, no wonder he lost his composure.

The person behind the curtain also knew this, thought for a moment and said, "Well, give him one hundred thousand, waive the foundry fee, and order Li Fubo to stay with him while he is growing the sword."

Manager Zhao hissed lightly.

When would Sir Alex make such generous offers to others? He reminded: "I think this Young Master He will only stop in Shihuan for a while."

"Well, it takes a long time to cultivate the knife. Let Li Fubo repair the knife and come back." The man behind the curtain thought for a while, "I have a few instructions, please convey them to him."

Does this mean Li Fubo is going to follow Young Master He around? After hearing this, Manager Zhao bowed and turned around to go do it.

…

He Lingchuan was also a little surprised by the reply that Manager Zhao brought back.

In his opinion, the price increase of 100,000 yuan was still a bit too low, but Li Fubo said that the thirty kilograms of gold clay was worth a few thousand silver at least. This is also an essential base material for planting knives.

Manager Zhao explained: "To grow crops, you need nutrients and soil, and the same goes for planting knives. Gold is nutrients, gold mud is soil, both are indispensable. Normally, after buying gold, you have to buy gold mud."

He Lingchuan thought to himself, what about soilless cultivation?

Assistant Liu whispered to He Lingchuan in private, but this time he also spoke for the other party: "Young Master, Master Li is accompanying you. This is a good thing that you can't even ask for with a lantern!"

What moved He Lingchuan the most was this: Li Bofu would accompany him all the way until he could mend his sword and then return to Shihuan.

Songyang Mansion is an out-and-out weapon sect, and the chief master craftsman of Zhonglu has a very high status, just like the head elder of XX Peak of a certain Immortal Sect in ancient times. It is impossible for such a person to come out to work casually. If He Lingchuan had not presented the spiritual weapon, he would not have even been able to see Li Fubo, let alone the great craftsman who would have followed him north to Xiazhou.

There is no need to think about it. Even if Li Fubo agrees for the sake of money, Songyang Mansion cannot let go.

If he goes to another Qi Sect to mend the sword, it will be another matter whether they have this technique and whether it can be repaired well. Li Fubo has already said that the method of planting a sword can take several months in the shortest time and can take one or two years in the long term. That meant that he would leave the broken knife in Shihuan City and pick it up again in half a year or one or two years.

With such a long time span, will anything happen?

Even if Qi Zong has a good reputation, the current Yuan Kingdom is by no means peaceful, with natural and man-made disasters occurring every three days. Hong Xiangqian's rebel army almost crossed Hongchuan and marched southward to Shihuan City; Da Sima had rebelled not long ago and almost captured the capital. If He Lingchuan sent the broken sword to Shihuan City, would he still be confident that he could get it back in the event of a war and chaos?

What's more, he has placed most of his future cultivation prospects in the illusion of Panlong, which cannot be separated from his beloved sword for a moment.

Therefore, as soon as the condition of "Master Li following him to the north" was offered, He Lingchuan knew that he could not refuse. This was no longer a matter of money.

"Okay, it's a deal!" He Lingchuan was also very happy and pushed the purple golden pestle forward, "This belongs to Songyang Mansion."

Manager Zhao happily put them away, then ordered his people to push out all the gold and gold mud that had been stored in the back hall.

To He Lingchuan's surprise, this piece of metal worth hundreds of thousands of silver turned out to be a black lump, looking like a big lump of coal with no metallic luster. If Li Fubo hadn't followed him all the way from now on, He Lingchuan would have almost doubted the integrity of Songyang Mansion.

Mao Tao was also dumbfounded: "This, is this gold?"

"People cannot be judged by their appearance, nor are they like that on the inside." Li Fubo said.

Gold mud is true to its name. It looks like golden ink mud without any impurities. Manager Zhao introduced that this is actually a mixture of various heavenly materials and earthly treasures in a certain proportion. The gold clay formulas of each sect are different, and the effect is divided into good and bad. Of course, the one produced by Songyang Mansion is the first in quality. , Children are innocent, and so on.

He Lingchuan put away both items and signed a contract with Manager Zhao. Because the content was about Li Fubo, the master craftsman also signed and stamped it, and then said to He Lingchuan: "Young Master He, please give me more advice in the future."

He Lingchuan smiled and was in a good mood. Who would have expected that when he came to the Qi Sect to mend the broken knife, he would actually bring back a great master craftsman in the end? He was also very curious: "Your lordship is so polite, I should thank you in person."

Manager Zhao conveyed the original words: "Your Majesty said that if we are destined to meet again, we will definitely meet again. Young Master He does not need to be impatient."

He sent the three of them to the gate of Songyang Mansion before saying goodbye respectfully. Li Fubo is going back to pack his bags and will go to the inn where the He family is staying to find someone tomorrow.

He Lingchuan got back on the carriage and threw a piece of silver to Assistant Liu: "This is a good job." He then asked Assistant Liu, "Are all the Qi Sects in Shihuan City so polite to everyone?"

"How is that possible?" Deputy Liu smiled and said, "Big figures in the Taoist sect often ignore Wang Ting's officials. Although Songyang Mansion is open for business, its main focus is fairness and integrity, and there is no such thing as humility and respect. . Then I have dealt with Manager Zhao several times, and he always looks at people through his nostrils. How has he ever smiled so flatteringly like today?"

He also felt proud and proud: "In the eyes of this villain, the treasure that Young Master He took out is still important. Even Marquis Songyang has a high regard for you."

He Lingchuan laughed and looked very pleased with himself: "It seems that Sun Fu Pingyuan is very popular near the capital. Even his magical weapons have their own aura."

"That's the national advisor, the person who coordinates the fate of a country, no kidding! In the past twenty years, even the princes and nobles have to treat him with respect when they see him." Assistant Liu bowed his hand to him, "The He family can actually take him. Killing is really a general father and son, God bless Dayuan!"

Updated around 12 noon every day, this book is first published on: Qidian Chinese website.