The phrase .lā does not mean to spend a lot of money on a sword, but quite the opposite.

In Bu'an's view, killing people is small, saving lives is big, and finding an inner armor that can be worn close to the body is the top priority.

He went around most of the circle in Hangzhou East Market, and found that the market was very chaotic, small shops were full of prices, and the utensils were not returned once they were sold.

After strolling around until noon, Bu An walked into a large store with a plaque of "Tongxuan Treasure".

This shop occupies a space of dozens of feet, three stories high, the guys are very unenthusiastic, but the customers are the most; the first floor only sells ordinary blades and armor, the second floor sells spiritual weapons, and the third floor can only go up with a name card, I don't know what to sell.

Bu An pondered, with the name of the three-step poem and step by step, he might be able to go upstairs to see, Liang Yiliang's jade pendant of the right Xiang Tu clan is of course more stable, but he weighed the purchasing power of five thousand taels of silver, and knew that going up to the third floor was also a futile trouble, so he only walked around the second floor.

The spiritual artifacts displayed in this shop are all detailed on the side, from the hands of a certain dynasty and a certain generation of a certain master of the instrument, and there is also an introduction of the owners of the past dynasties; the relatively valuable ones are covered with glass covers, and there is a yellowed "birth scroll" next to it, the rightmost side of the scroll is the impression of the artifact made by the master himself, followed by the message left by the owner of the later generations, and all the words are accompanied by seals.

For example, a blue long sword called "Qu Li" was made by Tang Huan, a Xuanzhen person in Gusu Xuanmiaoguan in the eleventh year of Zhao Tianqi, and the description of the artifact left by Tang Zhenren at that time reads: "The girl of the Qu family in the sword, seventeen years old, lingering on the sickbed for six years, temperament or loneliness, the sword has fierce thoughts, and it needs to be cautious, and women should not use it." ”

This sword has had more than 20 owners one after another, and each of them has left a feeling about the sword, or a few sentences, or a long speech, some are poems, some are anecdotes about this sword, and some even left a freehand painting of killing the enemy with a sword.

Bu An looked at it strangely, and said in his heart that this is not the ancient version of product reviews and buyer shows.

He saw that only the master of the artifact himself mentioned the shortcomings of all the comments, and almost all the words left by the owner were full of praise, and at first he wondered if it was an unscrupulous merchant who deleted all the bad reviews, and then figured out the key - these precious spiritual weapons are all heirlooms, in case future generations have no interest, sell this spiritual weapon and buy land, leaving a bad review is not a problem with himself.

Bu An looked at the price of this sword, four thousand seven hundred taels of silver, which was just within the range he could bear, but after hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and walked away.

Maybe it's because of the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River, the non-border area, the huge spiritual weapon sales area, the display is mostly long swords and daggers, and occasionally there are knives, guns, swords, halberds, but the protective gear is pitiful.

Bu An turned around for most of the circle and didn't find anything satisfactory, so he had to find a guy to ask. This guy was busy dealing with other guests, listening to him ask about the inner armor, at first he was a little ignorant, but he was annoyed by the question, raised his hand and pointed in the direction and said, "Go and see for yourself." ”

Su Su squinted at this guy, as if she was about to get angry and curse at any time, Bu An hurriedly pulled her and went in the direction of this guy's finger.

"Childe, let's go, the people in this store are fierce. Su Su looked behind her as she walked, and this sentence was probably held in her stomach for a while.

Bu An comforted: "This is called a big bully." The more bad their attitude is, the more it shows that the spiritual artifacts they sell are genuine. ”

Su Su let out a long "oh" and suddenly said, "It turns out that those smiling shops are thinking of cheating us out of our money!"

"Almost......" Bu An said with a smile, feeling in his heart that this may also be the strategy of the merchant, deliberately putting on a cold posture that is not afraid of no business, the same reason as a luxury store - this Tongxuan treasure shop is arranged like a museum, and it is indeed very luxurious flagship store.

Although it was cold, the guy didn't play tricks on Bu An. Following the direction of his finger to the corner of the store, he saw several pieces of chain armor on the large table.

Bu An looked over one by one and found that these chain mails woven from stainless steel were more expensive than spirit swords.

The name of the first inner armor maker is unknown, and the most conspicuous of the owners of the past generations is only a fifth-grade military attaché, but the price tag is as high as more than 30,000 taels of silver.

The second piece is even more amazing, priced at 57,000 taels of silver, and next to the birth scroll, the note provided by the merchant states that this soft armor is a master crafter, ranking sixty-ninth in the Xiangchu weapon spectrum.

Bu An pondered that the historical Qixuan Dao cultivation in the land of Xiangchu was not as famous as Jiangnan, and the Xiangchu weapon spectrum ranked sixty-ninth, maybe it couldn't even rank in the top 100 in Jiangnan.

Such a piece of soft armor was worth nearly 60,000 taels of silver, and Bu An almost had no interest in looking at it. He was shaking his head and sighing, but he heard Su Su shouting: "Son, come and see, this piece only costs three thousand taels of silver!"

What good goods can five thousand taels have, Bu Anxin walked over coldly, only to see that the soft armor pointed by Su Su was woven from black iron wire with the thickness of grass stems, and the overall shape was like a lined short robe, with a tight neckline, short sleeves on both sides to protect the big arms, and a slightly longer hem, which could cover the knees.

The style is good, but when I wear it in a Confucian shirt, I probably can't see it from the outside.

Bu An was a little moved, and when he caught a glimpse of the birth scroll that was already a little broken on the side, he was suddenly startled, and said in his heart: This must be the wrong price!

The maker of the artifact, Shen Fang, was a disciple of Ge Hong in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and served as the abbot of the Taoist Temple of Baopu - the abbot was originally a Taoist term and was later borrowed by Buddhism. Shen Fang is a Taoist scattered immortal, ranking third in the two weapons spectrum in the south of the Yangtze River and eleventh in the world's weapons spectrum.

How can it be worth only three thousand taels of silver, and three hundred thousand taels is about the same!

Bu'an's first reaction was to take advantage of the merchant's mismarked price, and hurriedly auctioned out three thousand taels of silver tickets to buy it. But he immediately thought of another possibility: could it be that the price was not wrong, and the birth scroll was taken wrong?

After he read the comments on the birth scroll, Sanxian Shenfang himself and the subsequent owner, he finally knew that the price was not wrong, and the scroll was not wrong.

This piece of chain mail is really made, and it really only sells for three thousand taels of silver.

Although the paper is somewhat torn, the instructions for the creation of the artifact left by Shen Fang more than 1,000 years ago are still clearly visible.

He wrote: "Soft armor, hoodoo. ”

There are also seventeen other comments on the scroll, all of which are the same except for the handwriting, which is as simple as four words: "Hoodoo." ”