Without looking back, Long Zun walked to the simple wooden dock that stretched out of the river bank along the river, stood on it, and shouted to the ferryman who could not row far on the water: "Boat man, send me across the river." ”

The river is rippling with blue waves, and the water surface is even more unobstructed, and you can see far away from standing in one place, so this is probably how the water level comes from.

After seeing a group of people who didn't look like good people coming from the shore, the ferryman had rowed his oars and gradually moved away.

At this moment, as if someone was talking in his ear, a voice from the man on the shore sounded in his ears, and he was so frightened that he almost fell into the water.

When I looked back, I saw that there was only one person waiting on the dock on the shore, and all the guys who didn't look like good people before were gone.

The ferryman hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to row back to pick up the people on the pier to cross the river, life must go on, life must go on, and the days will go on, do not send guests across the river, where is there rice grain to be cooked tomorrow.

The ferryman slowly rowed the boat to the improvised pier, put a wooden plank on it, and left it for Long Zun to step on the plank and walk from the pier to the ferry.

He only glanced at the corpse of the bald man on the shore and stopped paying attention, and people often drowned in the river, and dead people were nothing new to him as an old boatwright.

The oars paddled across the water, and ripples crashed against the side of the boat, spun and merged back into the river.

After a short time, the ferryman sent Long Zun to the other side of the river, accepted the travel fee given to him by Long Zun, and rowed back into the river again.

After crossing the river, Long Zun walked more than twenty miles and came to a small town.

It may be the day when the town market opens, and many villages from all over the world come to the town to catch the market and sell their goods.

Long Zun mixed with the crowd, came to a breakfast stall in the town market, ate some steamed buns and noodle soup, and wandered around the market.

It was the first time he had come to a place like a bazaar, and it was also the first time he had encountered it, which aroused his curiosity, and he walked through the crowd of people while looking at the goods sold in the bazaar.

From needles and threads, to tables, chairs and benches, food, clothing, and drink, it can be said that everything is available, and all daily necessities can be found in the small stalls in the market.

Along the way, it can be described as a dazzling variety, although it is not as colorful as the cultivator's world, but this kind of ordinary person's life has a warmth that the cultivator's world does not have.

"Big Pillar, give this iron rod of yours to the Yang family! Otherwise, even if you take it to the market and sell it, no one will dare to sell it!"

Long Zun looked over and saw an old man who looked not too old talking to a young man on the stall next to him.

"Why? This iron rod is the heirloom of our family, why should it be given to the people of the Yang family. The young man on the stall said with an angry face.

"Didn't the Yang family ask for it in vain, didn't they want to give you some money?" the old man stood aside and persuaded him.

"They told me some money, and I sold it as scrap more than they gave, and my iron rod was an heirloom. The young man snorted angrily.

"The Yang family gives a little less, but it's better than you can't sell it now, and you say it's a family heirloom, but such a black iron rod, except that it is a little harder than an ordinary iron rod, there is nothing special about it. The old man next to him said.

"This is something that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family, how can it not be a family heirloom. The young man seemed to be very sure that the black iron rod on his stall was his family heirloom.

"Hey, big pillar, it's not that my uncle persuaded you, the Yang family only gave you three days, if the three days come, if you don't hand over this iron rod, then your little life will be gone, and what kind of heirloom will you talk about." The old man said, "Stay in Qingshan without worrying about no firewood, who is the Yang family, you are not unclear, unless your iron rod can be sold in this market, otherwise the Yang family will not let you go, and you see, who dares to buy your iron rod around, the surrounding ten miles and eight towns all know that the Yang family has taken a fancy to your iron rod, who dares to risk offending the Yang family to buy your iron rod, not to mention that your iron rod is a hundred taels of gold when you open your mouth, unless someone is crazy will buy it." ”

As he was talking, he heard someone say, "How do you sell this stick?"

The old man turned his head to look over and saw that it was a young man who asked for the price, who looked younger than the big pillar on the side, wearing a felt hat on his head, and his face was clear and beautiful, especially a pair of eyes that were as black as ink and like black gems, which made people unforgettable at a glance.

"One hundred taels of gold. The big pillar on the side looked down at his stall, and said without raising his head, like this kind of person who asks for the price, I have seen a lot of people these days, but no one will buy it, and in the end they will leave immediately after saying an idiot or being poor.

"Okay, a hundred taels of gold, I want it. The young man said happily.

"Good. Da Zhu subconsciously took it, and immediately felt that something was wrong, and quickly raised his head and asked nervously, "You want to buy this iron rod?"

"Yes, aren't you going to sell it?" the young man smiled softly, making people feel as if they were bathed in the spring breeze.

The old man on the side was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that someone was really willing to spend a hundred taels of gold to buy this black iron rod, and kindly reminded: "Young man, this is an ordinary iron rod, are you sure you want to buy it for a hundred taels of gold?"

"Don't worry, a hundred taels of gold is a lot. The young man took out his hand on his body, and when he took it out, he had an extra gold ingot, "One hundred taels, you weigh it, if it is no problem, this iron rod is mine." ”

The young man who sold the iron rod did not expect that someone would actually buy an ordinary iron rod, although he always believed that his iron rod was a family heirloom, but others did not necessarily believe it.

At this time, there was really someone who was willing to pay a hundred taels of gold to buy his iron rod, but he began to hesitate, not because he was unwilling to sell, but because he was worried that the person who bought it would suffer a loss.

"You don't think about it anymore, it's my family heirloom, but it's just an iron rod after all. Da Zhu didn't want to see the young man who bought the iron rod suffer, so he kindly reminded.

"Don't worry, I don't care about a hundred taels of gold at all, as long as you are willing to sell this iron rod, if it is not enough, I can still increase the price. The young man said in a relaxed tone, as if he had gold, and he didn't care about it.

"Okay, I'll sell, as long as you don't feel at a loss and are willing to spend a hundred taels of gold to buy me, I'm willing to sell. As he spoke, the big pillar reached out and took the ingot of gold that the young man had handed him.

Long Zun bent down and reached for the black iron rod on the stall.

At this moment, I heard someone shouting in the distance: "Wait, this iron rod is in the eyes of Young Master Ben." ”

(End of chapter)