Early in the morning, Xia Wu walked out of the gate of the General's Mansion alone and went straight to the slums. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is an area that Xia Wu has never set foot in, and a noble child like him will never go to any slum at all, everything here is so strange to him.

Never-before-seen simple thatched huts, never-before-seen patched clothes can be seen everywhere here...... Everything, Xia Wu couldn't believe that he was actually in the imperial capital.

Shocked to shocked, Xia Wu didn't forget the purpose of his visit, so he took out the small note and went to ask.

What kind of place is this? Who lives there? Learning and reading and writing are very few opportunities for these people at the bottom of the social ladder. Xia Wu, who didn't know this, took the notes and asked one by one, "Where is this place?"

In addition to being disappointed, Xia Wu unconsciously walked into a shop, is this boss a little lacking in heart? He actually opened the shop in this area! There are no plaques or banners at the door of the store, and the store is interesting, weapons, some toys, some ...... Clothes, too, this is really as long as you can think of it can be found in this small store, this is just a grocery store!! and what about the boss? Lying directly on the rocking chair, if it weren't for Xia Wu entering the store he lazily said "Take what you want, weigh the price yourself", Xia Wu really felt that this person was asleep. But as the owner of this shop, is this a little too careless?

There was no progress at all, and Xia Wu was idle, so he walked around this small shop. I don't know if I don't see this, although the objects in the store are classified and placed, but the ones that can be placed are really disorganized, no, this can't be regarded as placed, it's more suitable to stack it!!As far as Xia Wu saw with his own eyes, there were a lot of things that were pressed underneath, and the only neat place was the blade hanging on the wall, as for the blade that was not hung on the wall, it was actually piled directly in the wooden box.

Xia Wu looked at other places casually, and for a moment he walked to the wooden box where the blades were stacked. Take a closer look, good guy, the heavy sword, short sword, broken sword, and wooden sword are all together, not to mention, it's still a sword, so what the hell is this sword embryo??!! what the hell is this empty sword handle??!! what the hell is this raw mine??!!

But it was really messy, and he actually saw an item that Xia Wu was very familiar with-a wooden sword. These wooden swords are very ordinary, all of them look like the failure of someone's practice, but each wooden sword has a small groove at the end of the hilt, and no one should be so bored. This reminds Xia Wu of the day when he was four years old, his brother suddenly carried a wooden sword to himself, that was the first time Xia Wu received a gift from Xia Yun, and the most impressive thing in Xia Wu's memory was not the gift given to him by his brother, but the scars that could not be covered by his hands. That's right, it's that sword, except that the shape is slightly more beautiful than the one in front of you, and even the length and size made according to Xia Wu's figure at that time are not bad. At this moment, Xia Wu was still very happy, fortunately he walked into this nameless shop.