Zhang Zhao reached into his arms, touched the stack of silver tickets, and finally made up his mind, got up and walked out of the inn.

"I want to buy that knife. Looking at Zhang Zhao, who was full of confidence, the guy was choked with joy.

"It just so happens that our shopkeeper is here. The guy pointed at Zhang Zhao with his hand: "Shopkeeper, yesterday it was this kid who came to buy that knife." ”

The man in the room with his hands on his back turned around, his figure was a little rich, and his beard was gray.

The old shopkeeper, who looked young, said pleasantly: "Young man, that knife is really not for sale." ”

Zhang Zhao asked, "Then you still have it?"

The old shopkeeper shook his head: "You are still young, and you don't understand what you said." He also persuaded: "Renfang young man, it is better to read some books, learn some skills of Ansheng, and don't learn to dance swords and swords."

Zhang Zhao asked a little unwillingly: "Then how about I give one hundred taels?" Seeing that the old shopkeeper didn't react, he asked again: "Two hundred taels?"

In fact, one hundred taels can already buy more than two or three other knives in this store. Zhang Zhao first came to have nine thousand taels of pressure and courage, and secondly, he really liked the strange knife.

In the guy's somewhat surprised gaze, the old shopkeeper still shook his head: "It's really not good, it's getting late, we're going to close the store, this young man, you better go back early, so as not to worry about your family." ”

Zhang Zhao was disappointed, looking at the inconspicuous strange knife, as if he saw a beloved thing in front of him but couldn't have it. So he was ruthless: "Three hundred taels." ”

The guy kindly persuaded: "Child, if you buy this knife for three hundred taels and go back, your adults will definitely scold you, so hurry up." ”

Zhang Zhao saw that the old shopkeeper still didn't say a word, and knew that there was no hope, so he approached the strange knife, lifted it gently, and gestured a few more times. When the man saw him, he smiled and went outside to close the door.

Zhang Zhao danced a few times, and then stroked the back of the knife with his hand, feeling the coldness from the blade, he gently pressed it against his face. Muttered: "No way, I want to buy you too." ”

Seeing his obsessive look, the old shopkeeper smiled and shook his head. At this time, the guy had already put away the door panel, Zhang Zhao saw that the matter of buying the knife was irreparable, waved it a few times, and then gently put it back in place, and said stupidly: "I'll leave tomorrow, and I'll never see you again." ”

Zhang Zhao turned around and walked out of the door, and the guy took the door panel and followed out, but the old shopkeeper behind him stared at the strange knife in the corner of the wall thoughtfully.

Seeing that the door of the inn was in front, Zhang Zhao was full of disappointment, this time he came to Aoki City to do something unexpectedly smooth, but the knife made him feel reluctant.

"Kid, you wait. A somewhat familiar voice came from behind him, Zhang Zhao looked back, and the guy from the knife shop hurriedly chased after him.

"Our shopkeeper told you to go back. The guy smiled and said, "Maybe I wanted to sell you the knife." ”

Zhang Zhao excitedly followed the guy back. The guy still kindly persuaded: "Child, that knife is really not worth three hundred taels, since I have seen that knife, no one has asked, three hundred taels to buy ten knives like that." ”

Zhang Zhao knew that the guy was kind, and thanked him: "Thank you, uncle, but I like that knife, and I don't know why." ”

The man didn't say more, thinking that the young master of the rich family was different, he was dressed in tatters, but he used three hundred taels of silver to buy an unedged broken knife.

Entering the knife shop, the old shopkeeper was waiting there, and when he saw Zhang Zhao coming in, he smiled and nodded: "This young man, do you really like that knife?"

Zhang Zhao nodded again and again: "Of course, you will agree to sell it to me if you are the shopkeeper." ”

The old shopkeeper looked at the knife: "This knife was forged by the elders of the old man's family, and no one has been caring, but the elder said when he was dying that this knife should be used by a really suitable person." ”

Zhang Zhao hurriedly said: "I'm suitable, I'm a pig killer, and I have to use it every day." ”

The old shopkeeper smiled: "That's not what it means, I don't know what the elder means by suitability, but we will naturally understand it at that time." ”

Looking at Zhang Zhao, who was a little confused, the old shopkeeper smiled and said: "I see that you have some fate with this knife, so I want to give this knife to you according to the will of that elder." ”

Zhang Zhao couldn't believe his ears when he heard this, and thought to himself what happened to this day? First, the donkey treasure was sold for nine thousand taels, and then Lan Siye gave him a piece of immortal crystal worth 100,000 taels, and in the blink of an eye, the old shopkeeper who he didn't know wanted to give away the knife he had coveted for nothing.

Could it really be that God opened his eyes? Zhang Zhao smiled so hard that his mouth was about to grin to the root of his ears, and he walked to the corner of the wall in a few steps and lifted the strange knife: "Shopkeeper, are you serious? This knife is really given to me?"

The old shopkeeper nodded. "At my age, I can't lie to you. I hope you cherish it, don't just want to be fresh for a while, and then discard it after a while. ”

Zhang Zhao agreed repeatedly, and thanked the old shopkeeper with a strange knife, for fear that he would suddenly regret it, so he turned around and ran away.

The guy on the side couldn't turn his head a little, thinking that this old and young were not very normal, one kept saying that he was killing pigs, but he wanted to buy a broken knife with three hundred taels, and one didn't want to put white flowers in silver, but he gave away the knife that began to be dead and alive and not sold.

The old shopkeeper looked at Zhang Zhao's back, and secretly thought that he hoped that he was not dazzled when he saw the strange appearance on the knife.

Zhang Zhaozhi, who returned to the carriage, was proud, he touched the silver ticket fairy crystal, and held the bladeless strange knife in his arms, looking back on the experience of this day is like a fantasy.

After reciting the incantation silently, Zhang Zhao fell asleep peacefully. In the dream, he had a smile on his face, and the golden word in his head also jumped up and down, and he was extremely happy.

Early the next morning, the three of them hastily ate some food and set out on the return journey. Not long after leaving the city gate, a carriage was swept behind them by four tall horses, and it was gone

Zhang Zhao looked at the carriage and asked, "Uncle Wang, why don't you change to a carriage like this, how majestic it is." ”

Uncle Wang, the coachman, looked at him: "How can I have such a good life as you, Uncle Wang can't get such a carriage if he sells himself." The horses that pulled the cart alone cost a thousand taels of silver. ”

He shook the reins. The two horses pulling the cart were a little faster, and after a few paces they slowed down. "I'm content to be able to catch such a carriage. ”

After speaking, Uncle Wang looked at Zhang Zhao: "What is that, you have been holding it since you got in the car?"

Zhang Zhao became excited: "Someone else gave me a knife." After speaking, he opened the clothes wrapped in the strange knife and held it in front of Uncle Wang's eyes like a treasure. "Uncle Wang, take a look, it's okay. ”

Uncle Wang squinted: "What kind of broken thing, this is also called a knife? Isn't it just a square piece of iron, and there are holes on it." ”

Zhang Zhao was very unhappy, wrapped the strange knife again, and hugged it back into his arms: "Anyway, I just like it." ”

Uncle Wang continued to hit him: "Even if this knife is opened, it won't go anywhere." If people don't even want money to give it to you, what kind of good thing can it be. ”

Zhang Zhao didn't listen to the anger, turned his head and got back into the carriage, and the shopkeeper Wang was also amused in the car. After staying for a while, Zhang Zhao felt bored again, and went back to the car, ignoring Uncle Wang's teasing gaze at the strange knife in his arms.

The carriage traveled all the way, and the front was almost to a three-way intersection, and it was back to the town, but the turn was to the inland of the Xuanmu Domain, but Zhang Zhao, who was looking around, suddenly saw something in front of the woods on the side of the road.

The cart pulled by the four tall horses overturned, and the ground was dripping with blood, and the four horses were dead with broken necks and broken feet. The two sword-carrying cultivators that Zhang Zhao had seen in that pharmacy collapsed in front of the forest with distorted postures, but they didn't see the figure of Elder Chen.

Uncle Wang stopped the carriage, and the shopkeeper Wang in the car also stretched out his head to take a look, both of them felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, and Uncle Wang drove the carriage to move forward.

A figure flew out of the woods, landed several feet in front of the car, and fell heavily to the ground. This person was covered in blood, and there were many wounds all over his body, and Zhang Zhao recognized that it was the same Elder Chen who was speaking for himself in the pharmacy.

Elder Chen didn't look this way at all, but just tried to stand up. Suddenly, as if he had woken up to something, he reached into his arms and took out a few shiny things, and threw them into the woods behind him.

Several figures rushed forward in an instant, raising the swords in their hands at the same time, slashing Elder Chen to the ground, and one of the white-robed young men pulled the bloody long sword from Elder Chen's chest and scolded fiercely: "This old guy is alert, guess why we are here." ”

After speaking, he looked at the carriage in the road, and saw Zhang Zhao sitting on the carriage, and he remembered that it was the child who got a piece of fairy crystal.

The white-robed young man looked in the direction where Elder Chen had thrown the object before he died. sighed helplessly: "I'll look for it, you clean it up." ”

After speaking, the white clothes flashed and threw themselves towards the woods. Coldly dropped a sentence in the air: "Kill them all, don't leave any of them, that kid has a fairy crystal on his body, don't forget to take it." ”