"Old man!"

Xiao Feng, who was sitting on the chair and chewing slowly, didn't make any movement, didn't even raise his head, just used chopsticks to pull the food into his mouth.

Seeing that the old man in front of him didn't pay attention to him, Fang Ling didn't say anything more, and walked straight to the seat farthest away from Xiao Feng that Xiao Yingyu usually liked the most, and also buried his head in picking up the food and stuffing it into his mouth.

The sound of chopsticks hitting plates and rice bowls kept coming from the hall, and it couldn't help but look a little deserted.

The grandfather and grandson finished eating almost at the same time, Fang Ling looked at the empty white vegetable plate on the table in front of him, and did not slip away as usual, but lay lazily on the chair, as if waiting for something.

And Xiao Feng also looked at him without saying anything, as if he had something to say, and opened his mouth several times, but he was held back.

So, at this moment, there is such a picture, in the huge hall, in front of a round mahogany table, there are old and young people sitting opposite each other. The young one leaned back in his chair and whistled leisurely, and the old one stared at the young man opposite without saying a word, and couldn't help but reveal a strange atmosphere.

After a long time, Xiao Feng still couldn't bear to take the first step, glanced at Fang Ling angrily, and said lightly, "I heard that you suddenly fainted yesterday?"

"Don't worry, old man, my mother has already asked Master Shi to show me, it's just an ordinary body weakness, hehehe~" Fang Ling replied with a well-behaved look. In Xiao Yingyu's memory, if he himself was lawless, this old man and another person were the only ones who could cure him. Every time she was in front of them, Xiao Yingyu would behave like a mouse meeting a cat, either slipping away or being as well-behaved as a dog.

"Weakness?"

Looking at his lazy appearance, Xiao Feng was angry, blowing his beard and glaring. "Bastard boy, I don't even know if I was plotted, if it wasn't for the old man's precautions, you would have gone to see Lord Yama by now!"

After doing it for a long time, you also know that it was plotted! Fang Ling rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking to himself, you old so-called "precaution" doesn't know where to go, your good grandson has already gone to gamble with King Yama under your "precaution".

Xiao Feng sighed lightly and said bitterly: "That's it, there is still a vacant room next to me, from now on, you can move here to live!"

Fang Ling touched the back of his head and asked, "I think the south side is quite good, besides, if I move here, I'm afraid it will disturb your old man's cultivation, I think it's better to forget it, right?"

"I don't know what to do!" the old man snorted, turned his head to the side, and ignored him.

Fang Ling touched his nose and smiled: "Old man, don't worry, I will take care of myself." If it's okay, then ...... I'll just ...... Retired first?"

"Get out, get out, get out!" Xiao Feng waved him out like a fly.

When Fang Ling walked out with a smile, he was the only one left in the hall, and he saw Xiao Feng's expression instantly solemn.

"Xiao Yi!"

I saw a figure walking out slowly in a dark corner of the hall.

With a steady step, he walked in front of Xiao Feng, and put on a standard military salute with both hands clasped into fists, and he didn't see the black cloth on his face squirming, and a dry voice came out from inside: "Xiao Yi, the captain of the second squad of the dark camp, sees the generalissimo, I don't know what the generalissimo commands!"

Xiao Yi's whole person is like a ghost, his whole body is tightly wrapped in a black cloth coat, only revealing a pair of somewhat crazy black eyes, from the beginning to the present, the only sound that has ever been made is this sentence, and the others, whether they are walking or clenching their fists, have not made any sound.

"From this moment on, you will follow Xiao Yingyu every inch by your side, protect him thoroughly, remember, don't be exposed!" Xiao Feng said solemnly, at the same time, he seemed to be a different person, no longer the old man who seemed to be dusk before. His straight waist is like a pine tree, and with his sharp eyes, his whole body reveals a general's style.

"Command!" After saying this, Xiao Yi disappeared like a ghost as when he came.

As soon as Xiao left, the old man was left in the hall again, and at this moment he returned to his old appearance, his weather-beaten eyes looked at the starry sky outside the door in a complicated way, and the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a bitter smile.

"Yu'er, what can I do for you......"

"That's all there is to it!"

..................

The next day

Fang Ling washed up early in the morning, walked out of the Xiao family's compound, and walked towards the business district.

After returning last night, he thought about his current situation.

Recently, because of physical training, my physical fitness has improved a lot, and I already have a certain amount of self-preservation, so it's time to choose a magic weapon that suits me.

After all, a good magic weapon can improve a monk's strength a lot.

Martial arts cultivators, the further they go, the greater the demand for external resources, and in a duel between two monks with the same cultivation, the monk with the magic weapon will definitely win, which is absolutely undoubted.

There are even examples of monks using magic tools to defeat the strong. Among them, the most well-known model is Ouyang Xiu, the owner of the Hidden Sword Villa, who is not outstanding in his own strength.

But relying on his many god-level magic weapons, he relied on the power of the eightfold peak of the Emperor Martial Realm to tie with the top powerhouse of the ninefold peak.

Not only Ouyang Xiu, but every disciple of the Hidden Sword Villa is like this, this top force that has transcended the world and stands at the top of the martial arts. Since its establishment, it has been famous for making swords, and it is rumored that there are countless top-notch magic weapons in the Tibetan Sword Villa.

Like exercises, elixirs, and magic circles, magic weapons are also an indispensable cultivation resource for cultivators, if the first three things are the five internal organs of cultivators, then magic weapons are arms and legs.

The people of the Star Martial Realm divided the cultivation resources used by cultivators, that is, exercises, elixirs, etc., into four levels, mortal, spirit, heaven, and god.

Different levels naturally have different levels of power contained in them.

Hidden Sword Villa is definitely the gathering place of the top and most magic weapons and refiners in the world, and it is also a pilgrimage place in the minds of all refiners.

Therefore, you may be able to say that the strength of the disciple of the Hidden Sword Villa is not the top among these few top forces, and it can even be said that it is very weak, but you must not underestimate his comprehensive strength.

Tibetan Sword Villa is definitely one of the top three among the top forces.

Fang Ling searched for several shops that sold magic weapons in a row, but they didn't find a weapon that suited him, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with this person.

Dharma weapons are like the arms and arms of a cultivator, not only to see how strong their power is, but also to see whether they are suitable for themselves.

For example, some people are born with great strength, so they are more suitable for that kind of heavyweight magic weapon, so that they can maximize their advantages, and some people have soft hands, so they are suitable for unexpected hidden weapons such as daggers, and the same is true for others.

"Alas~ It would be nice if the Xingchen Sword was still there. Fang Ling's mind couldn't help but think of the invincible look he had in his previous life when he used the Star Sword to kill all directions in the Storm List.

Emperor Wu Fang Ling into the storm,

A sword and stars shatter in all directions.

If you become famous, you will be free,

One person for 100,000 years!

This is the famous poet saint "Yun Junzi" in the previous life, heard that Fang Ling became the title of Emperor Wu at the age of 100, and sighed at Fang Ling's peerless talent, so he felt a poem made on that day, but he didn't expect that it would be widely circulated since then.

So it has become the general perception of Emperor Xiaoyao in the world.

Moreover, today's purpose, in addition to finding a weapon to take advantage of, has an extremely important purpose.

Fang Ling quickly visited all the shops selling magic weapons.

Just as Fang Ling was about to go home, a shop caught his attention.

"Heaven and Earth Shop?"

"Tut-tut...... The façade is not big, but the tone is not small!"

Fang Ling teasingly looked at the shop in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

I saw a dilapidated small shop standing next to the bustling street, surrounded by extremely gorgeous shops on both sides, so it was a little conspicuous, as if a small local chicken suddenly appeared in a group of phoenixes. This is also the fundamental reason why Fang Ling "fell in love" with it at a glance.

As far as the eyes can see, unlike other bustling shops that come and go, extremely noisy, this small dilapidated shop does not have any customers in the store, and there is a little old man with a mustache crawling on the slightly dilapidated counter, who looks to be in his fifties, is quietly crawling on the counter and falling asleep, as if he doesn't care at all that someone will take advantage of his sleep and steal the goods on the shelves. Even the goods are as dilapidated as this shop. It can be said that the only thing that is complete and clean in the whole store is the huge plaque hanging on the door.

At this moment, Fang Ling, who was standing outside the door, was touching his chin, looking pensive, muttering something in his mouth: "Hiss———— that's not right!"

"This shop is so conspicuous, even if no one buys anything, there should be a lot of people joining in the fun, after all, such a bustling commercial street, but standing in such a dilapidated small shop, it should be possible for everyone to find the strangeness in it!" Thinking of this, Fang Ling casually grabbed a passer-by.

"You ............"

I saw that the man's eyes were glaring angrily, and he was about to get angry, but when he saw the owner of the hand, he suddenly looked like a deflated ball, his body instantly shortened, forcibly stabilized his trembling legs, and his face suddenly put on a flattering smile like a rainy and sunny day, and slapped the horse and said: "It turned out to be Xiao Gongzi, look at my luck, I must have saved the world in my previous life, so God let me meet you today!

Fang Ling's mind at the moment was already all on the strange shop in front of him, and he had the heart to pay attention to him, pointing to the shop in front of him and saying, "Don't talk nonsense, what's going on with this shop?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look, and immediately made a look of understanding, and then said: " It turns out that Xiao Gongzi is saying this broken shop, Xiao Gongzi, you don't know, this store can be traced back to a long time ago, I heard my grandfather say that it seems to be there when I was a child, and it seemed to be quite prosperous before, but then I don't know what's wrong, it became like this overnight, at first there were quite a lot of people who came to join in the fun, but slowly, the world has grown, and no one has paid attention to it, usually at most, someone asks like Xiao Gongzi, but no one has ever entered. ”

After Fang Ling listened, he let go of his sleeves, his eyes fell on the only complete and clean plaque again, his brows furrowed, after a while, Fang Ling's frowning brows relaxed, his gaze also left the plaque, looked at the old man who was sleeping on the counter, and finally stepped in.

As for the tool man who was caught by Fang Ling for questioning, the moment Fang Ling let go of his sleeve, he ran away like a mouse.

Fang Ling's blue boots embroidered with gold patterns stepped on the dusty wooden floor, and he heard a "creaking" sound coming from the soles of his feet, and he continued to take a step forward, and the whole person completely walked into the store.