Sword Dao Alchemy

"Young Master! What's your urgent matter?"

Seeing Lin Yun walking slowly on the road, not in a hurry at all, Sheng Da asked curiously.

"Oh! Old Sheng! There's nothing urgent, but I just want to make an excuse because I can't stay with the Pavilion Master any longer."

Lin Yun smiled faintly, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

Getting the "Zi Yi" sword is indeed a happy thing.

The grade of this sword is unknown, but Lin Yun knows that he can use it for a long time.

In a relaxed mood, coupled with the rapid progress of his mental strength in recent times, he just suppressed the swords with the will of the sword, which made his mental strength active.

So, at this moment, when breaking through the Heart Path Realm, the Heart Source Flower that turned into a bud bloomed another petal.

The second flower of the Heart Path Realm.

He broke through like this, without deliberately doing anything.

"It's so comfortable!" Lin Yun exclaimed loudly.

"Young Master, what good things are you doing?" Sheng Da was even more surprised, and he couldn't understand Lin Yun's behavior.

"I'm just happy." Lin Yun said with a smile: "Since we are out, there is no need to rush back. Are there any other fun and lively places?"

"If you want to talk about fun and lively places, it must be Jinyu Garden. It is a place where the elegant and the vulgar gather. All kinds of people can find something suitable for themselves there." Sheng Da said.

"Mr. Sheng! You seem to be very familiar with Fengming City. Have you lived here for a long time?" Lin Yun asked as he walked.

"I did live here for a while before, but I left for hundreds of years. I don't know what it is like there now. It's best not to disappoint you." Sheng Da said respectfully.

Seeing that Sheng Da was a little embarrassed, Lin Yun chuckled and said: "Ha! As long as it is a place that Mr. Sheng mentioned, I will not be disappointed. Let's go and have a look. Maybe we can get it."

After that, the two of them talked about things in Fengming City casually, but their feet were much faster.

It didn't take long before they arrived at Jinyu Garden.

Jinyu Garden is not a big garden, but a general name for a large and prosperous place in Fengming City.

There are newly built high-rise buildings and dilapidated low-rise ancient buildings, which are intertwined with each other, with a sharp contrast, but also harmonious.

There are golden-leafed sycamores planted everywhere on the long street. When the breeze blows, the leaves of the sycamores fall, just like a golden rain, like a dream.

People come in and out of the shops on both sides, and the business is busy.

Under the sycamore trees, there are also people setting up stalls, selling some rare and rare things, but not worth much.

During the journey, no matter whether they are dressed in fancy clothes or plain clothes, they are not in a hurry, but just leisurely strolling in the prosperity to enjoy this moment of leisure.

Lin Yun and Shanda looked all the way.

Seeing a street vendor performing, Lin Yun couldn't help but stop and watch.

Shanda looked for a few times and felt very bored.

Although the performers played fancy, compared with masters like them, those tricks were seen through at a glance, and they could only make people with low cultivation happy.

"Young Master! Why do you like this?" asked Sheng Da.

"Mr. Sheng, it's not that I like this, it's really boring. I just remembered a friend of mine. When we were poor, he used this method to make money."

As Lin Yun said this, Zhi Meng's shadow seemed to appear in front of him.

It has been a long time since I last saw this friend, and I don't know how he is now.

"So that's it! Young Master never forgets his old friends, he is a man of character!" Sheng Da understood.

"What a pity! I don't know where he went, otherwise, we can have fun here together." Lin Yun sighed.

He took out some gold and threw it into the venue for street performance.

The weight of the gold he threw out was not light, as much as ten thousand taels.

The street performer was so excited that he stopped the performance and thanked him repeatedly.

It also attracted strange looks from the people around, as if they were questioning whether his money came from a legitimate source.

Lin Yun was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly pulled Sheng Da and turned away.

Not long after walking a few miles, a timid voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Brother! Can you patronize my stall?"

When Lin Yun looked back, he saw a young man who was only a hundred years old, but his realm was not weak, and he was a three-star Wuyuan Realm.

Many people, at his age, were still far from the Wuyuan Realm.

So, this young man's talent was not low, and he was a good material for cultivation.

However, Lin Yun felt that his aura was a little uneven. Obviously, there was no one to guide him. It was not a formal way of cultivation. The basics were a little superficial, which greatly limited his future development.

Lin Yun immediately felt the desire to love talents and smiled: "Of course."

The young man was overjoyed and said: "Brother! Please come here."

Following the young man, I came to his stall and saw only a pile of rags.

It could be a pile of rags thrown on the roadside and no one picked them up.

Shengda was very angry and scolded: "You kid want to deceive my son? You got such a pile of rags."

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't recognize it yourself. These things of mine are all old, and they are left by a big man." The young man's face flushed and argued.

Then he looked at Lin Yun and said, "Brother! You have to believe me. Others don't know the value of the goods, but I don't believe that you don't know the value of the goods either."

"You kid, you think my son is a good man and you want to trick him." Sheng Da continued to scold.

"Mr. Sheng! Let's not be anxious. No matter who is right or wrong, let's take a look. It won't delay anything. Give him a chance." Lin Yun said, squatting beside the rubbish.

Shengda stopped talking when he saw Lin Yun say this, and just stared at the young man to prevent him from doing anything inappropriate.

Lin Yun looked at the pile of junk carefully.

There were broken pieces of wood, which seemed to be taken down from people's doors and windows.

There were teapots and teacups, but they were all broken and covered with dirt.

There were also stone tiles and so on.

They always looked unsightly.

But they were indeed old things, without any signs of aging.

However, Lin Yun used his dark mind to explore, but found that there was basically no mental power left on those things, perhaps because they were lost because of the long time.

Of course, there is another possibility.

That is, the original owner of these items was strong enough to hide the mental power in them with mysterious methods.

Of course, Lin Yun hoped it was the latter.

Because, in that case, he might gain something.

He might improve his mental state or get some mysterious mental skills.

Although that hope was very slim.

But Lin Yun still carefully turned over the junk one by one.

The young man ignored Shengda's glare and looked at Lin Yun nervously.

Obviously, he really wanted to sell one of his junk to Lin Yun, so that he could get one step closer to the ancient martial arts he wanted.

Suddenly, Lin Yun picked up a piece of the broken stone, stared at a word engraved on it, and fell into deep thought.

It was a word full of power and beauty. Most people could not see its beauty, but at this moment, Lin Yun was fascinated by it.

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