Chapter Twenty-Seven: To Liangdu
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Shopkeeper Chen took out a small jade bottle from his Qiankun ring.
"This is a soul-attracting pill, so I should have given it to you as an elder for your master. You'll need it when you break through the Soul Attraction Realm in the future. ”
"Don't shirk, take it." Shopkeeper Chen saw that Jiang Yisheng wanted to refuse, and interrupted what he was about to say.
Jiang Yisheng had no choice but to stop talking, and took the soul-attracting pill from the shopkeeper Chen with gratitude.
A few days ago, he was still thinking about how to scrape together enough money to buy the Soul Attracting Pill, and Shopkeeper Chen just helped him solve this problem.
"Thank you, Mr. Chen."
"When are you going to go?" Shopkeeper Chen asked.
"Tomorrow morning."
Walk the bustling streets of the east of the city.
Jiang Yisheng was going to buy a sword, since Lu Lao said that Yao Guangfeng's Yao Guang Sword was the best, then he couldn't ignore Yao Guangfeng's reputation.
He didn't dare to go to the Spirit Weapon Pavilion of the Refiner Association, the price of the spirit weapon there was still a bit expensive for Jiang Yisheng, who was shy in his pocket now.
I casually found a small shop that sold spiritual weapons and walked in, there are not many spiritual weapons on display in the store, and it is a little more humble than the spiritual weapon pavilion.
Jiang Yisheng's eyes swept around, and found that there were still most human-level spiritual weapons in the store, and there were only two shelves of ground-level spiritual weapons.
There are quite a lot of swords, which may have something to do with the fact that there are more warriors who use swords.
"Don't buy it, don't touch it."
The shopkeeper held the book and looked down, and said without raising his head.
"Shopkeeper, how many spirit coins does this sword have?"
"One hundred and fifteen."
"Where's this one?"
"One hundred and sixteen."
"And what about this one?"
"One hundred and seventeen."
"One hundred and eighteen."
"Well, I haven't asked the shopkeeper yet."
The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his fifties, but now Jiang Yisheng knows that people in the Xuanyuan Continent are really not good at judging age by appearance, the higher the cultivation of people on the mainland, the slower they age, maybe this shopkeeper is already seventy or eighty years old.
The shopkeeper put down the book in his hand, raised his head and said to Jiang Yisheng.
"What are you going to buy?"
"I want to buy a human-grade sword."
The spirit coins in Jiang Yisheng's pocket are only enough to buy a human-level sword, and the ground-level ones should not think about it now.
"Is there a slightly longer sword?" Jiang Yisheng asked.
The shopkeeper took a human-level spirit sword about three feet and two inches long from the shelf behind him.
But Jiang Yisheng's gaze was not on this sword, but stayed on the wooden shelf behind the shopkeeper, staring at a long sword that was nothing special and was displayed with other level spirit swords.
"Shopkeeper, I want to see that." Jiang Yisheng pointed.
The shopkeeper looked at him, looked back at the sword again, took it off with a strange expression, and handed it to Jiang Yisheng.
Jiang Yisheng took the long sword and slowly pulled out the scabbard, there was nothing amazing or different, it was no different from the ones he had just seen.
However, when the scabbard was completely removed, at the bottom of the sword body, near the hilt, there was a small formation, mysterious and complex.
"Shopkeeper, this is an inscription?" Jiang Yisheng asked.
"Well, it's a human-level inscription."
No wonder Jiang Yisheng felt that this sword was a little different from the others.
"However, it is a fragmentary inscription, and it has not really been completed." The shopkeeper was a little sorry and said with some regret.
"Shopkeeper, you wrote this inscription yourself?"
Jiang Yisheng saw the book he had just read on the table in front of the shopkeeper, and just by glancing at it, Jiang Yisheng saw that this was a book about formation inscriptions.
This is thanks to Lu Lao forcing him to learn, and he took a lot of books for him to read, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to read such a profound and complex thing. This theory, that theory, this conjecture and that conjecture of the major formation masters. It's not something that ordinary people can watch.
The shopkeeper nodded.
"I tried to engrave it, but it didn't work."
In this way, this shopkeeper is at least a master of the Soul Condensation Realm, without the support of soul power at the level of the Soul Condensing Realm, it is difficult to engrave a formation wholeheartedly, and the control of soul power is extremely meticulous.
But he didn't succeed in carving a complete inscription, either because his divine thoughts were not strong enough, or he didn't understand anything in the inscription.
The formation mage has high requirements for divine thoughts, and needs divine thoughts to be poured into the formation, observing the formation, just like a clockmaker is engrossed in watching the small world inside the clock.
The strength of each martial artist's divine thoughts is also different, not who can become a formation mage when they reach the Soul Condensing Realm, just like Xiao Yan's divine thoughts are stronger than the old Duan in the hunting team.
Jiang Yisheng probably guessed that this shopkeeper might be teaching himself inscriptions.
There is a way that the refining weapon formation is not separated, and the spirit weapon with the inscription will soon be more powerful than the weapon of the same level, and the price will be more expensive.
Most refiners will have some low-level inscriptions, which will make the spiritual weapons he produces more valuable, and he will definitely have a formation mage friend if he doesn't know how to form a formation.
Array mages are also willing to inscribe on good quality spiritual weapons, just like a craftsman is willing to carve on a good piece of jade.
"Shopkeeper, how many spirit coins does this sword have."
"Two hundred and five. Do you want to buy? ”
"Two hundred and five is a bit bad, I'll buy two hundred and two."
"Although this inscription is incomplete, it can also increase the power of half of it, you have to buy it in the Spirit Weapon Pavilion, you can't buy it without three hundred, two hundred and two is too little."
"Shopkeeper, you don't even have a human-level inscription, right, I think it makes this sword a little stronger and increases the power of half of it? Why don't I try it now? ”
"You can't try it, you have to buy it if you try." The shopkeeper looks like he is buying and selling.
Jiang Yisheng took out a money bag from his arms and put it on the table.
"There are two hundred and thirty-three here, I have so much, sell it, and I will buy it."
The shopkeeper pretended to think hesitantly, Jiang Yisheng had seen too much, and the trick he wanted to indulge in was still far from the boss on the earth.
"Alright then, two hundred and thirty-three is two hundred and thirty-three." The shopkeeper still had a painful expression.
Jiang Yisheng took the sword and walked out of this small shop, although this sword did not squeeze out the only spirit coins he had left, but it was almost the same, he only took ten spirit coins from the money bag for entanglement.
If Xiao Yan was here, he would have bought it for two hundred spirit coins, Jiang Yisheng thought.
I wandered around the street alone, bought some things, and went back to the inn.
Early the next morning, Jiang Yisheng said goodbye to Shopkeeper Chen, and before leaving, he left a message for Shopkeeper Chen to tell Xiao Yan that he couldn't go with him on the mission of Ningyang County.
Riding a cheap bantam bought from the horse market, he went to the official road from the city gate in the north of Ningzhou City, walked for a day, and crossed the two counties that were the boundary of Liangdu.
When Jiang Yisheng walked out of the city gate, a sneaky figure not far away was watching him, and then turned to leave.
"That person walked out of the North City Gate alone half an hour ago, and he should have walked in the direction of Liangdu." A young man who was in a state of flux said.
"Are you sure it's a person?" Wu Yao asked
"I really saw it, he was alone, riding a bantam out of the city."
"Hmph, let's see how he hides this time." Wu Yaowei said with a smile.
After meeting Jiang Yisheng in Cangyun Restaurant that day, Wu Yao found two gangsters from three religions and nine streams to keep an eye on Jiang Yisheng, but he didn't expect to give him a chance so quickly.
Wu Yao threw a few gold coins, and the little gangster took the gold coins out of the inn with satisfaction.
"Let's go."
The three of Tongnanzong got up and walked towards the north city gate.
Jiang Yisheng's speed was not fast, he only bought a bantam horse in order to save money, and it was okay to use it as a substitute mount.
It was still dawn when he set off, and now the sun had completely risen, and the sun in July was particularly fierce, even if he was just sitting on horseback, Jiang Yisheng was already sweating.
Three fast horses walked out of the north gate of Ningzhou and galloped at full speed on the wide official road, raising a puff of dust.
Jiang Yisheng didn't know that the three people of the Tongnan Sect were rushing towards him.