"Sell?"

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the bronze dagger in front of him for a while.

With a keen mind, he soon caught the old man calling the dagger a sword, a bronze sword, not a dagger.

This shows that the old man recognized, or at least knew part of the information about the bronze sword.

"What, you're not selling?"

Seeing that Ding Xiaoyi didn't speak, the old man looked disappointed.

"Sell, why don't you sell!"

Just kidding, I'm worried about this sword right now.

Although reason tells itself that this thing must be a good thing.

But the problem is that although the thing is good, not only can you not use it, but you may be slashed by this thing.

Compared with his own life, let alone a bronze sword, even if it is a seven-star sword in mythological stories, it is also scrap copper and rotten iron, and it can be sold for a good price, why not sell it.

However, the question is how to sell.

Sell a handful of dead money?

Isn't it uncomfortable to find one?

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were shining, and the smile on his face was even brighter: "Old man, you can tell me a price, if it is suitable, I will never have a price." ”

Or how to put it, the true nature of a businessman.

Even if the old man opened a pharmaceutical factory to make a bet with the Yama envoy during his lifetime, the shopping mall is like a battlefield, and many times the negotiations involve the interests of all parties.

Ding Xiaoyi also learned a lot from the old man's side.

Look at that, to put it mildly.

If it's right, it's never a double price.

Isn't it inappropriate, and I have to increase the price! So don't lie to me, old man.

The old man obviously also heard Ding Xiaoyi's voice, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he still maintained a kind smile: "It's easy to say, what do you want?" ”

This is a person who is old and refined, and kicked Ding Xiaoyi's words back in one sentence.

However, Ding Xiaoyi is used to this kind of scene, in fact, what he is waiting for is the old man to kick the talk.

"Old man, you say so, I don't want the lion to open his mouth, and I won't take any money from you, so you can help me put these things in place, talk about what the origin of these things is, what are the uses, and give the boy a long insight."

What do you lack most?

Money?

Gold on the ground under your feet.

Baby?

There are so many things here, there must be treasures in them, even if there are none, Huangquan is in front of you, and you will have fewer treasures in the future?

He has no shortage of these, but what he does is his understanding of Huangquan and the world.

What is lacking is knowledge.

Knowledge is wealth.

As a top student in the discipline of mechanical engineering, this sentence is definitely taken as the truth.

If you don't even understand the basics, what kind of machinery will be done, and the engine will blow up in two days.

"This ............"

I thought that Ding Xiaoyi would ask him what cheats, treasures, or panaceas and so on.

The old man had already prepared a plan for this.

But I didn't want it to be this.

"Old man, you are highly respected and well-informed at first glance, and you can point me a few times casually, which is enough for the kid to be inexhaustible."

faced Ding Xiaoyi's praise.

Even though the old man knew very well in his heart that this was a sugar-coated cannonball, he still inadvertently showed a useful look on his face.

Ding Xiaoyi observed the words and looks, and saw the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, and knew that his matter was not difficult.

Because the other party has inadvertently fallen into his own language trap.

Sycophants are actually a science.

Whether you are a human or a ghost, a high hat gives you not only vanity, but also a personality.

If you accept this persona, you will naturally put on the appearance of this persona.

Even if it's disguised, no one will easily abandon this persona.

For beautiful things, it is easy for you to pick up, but it is still difficult to throw away.

"It's rare that you're so studious......"

When the old man said this, he was silent for a moment, and he didn't know where to take out a bronze mirror and throw it to Ding Xiaoyi.

"The water in the Yellow Spring is too deep, there are some things I may not have seen, this is a ghost mirror, if the ghosts and ghosts are a light you can naturally distinguish, if it is a fierce weapon will give you a warning, if it is a chaos, it means that this thing is extraordinary, you can't deal with it without authorization, you can leave it to me to distinguish, I come here once every seven days."

Ding Xiaoyi took the mirror, and the smile on his face was bright.

This mirror is a good thing for him.

At least for himself, the effect is great, compared to a bronze sword that he can't use.

put the mirror away, and then said in embarrassment: "Uncle, you may have to come in and get this sword yourself, I took it just now, and I was almost hacked to death." ”

"Hmph, if you take it, you will be hacked to death by now."

The old man sneered, unceremoniously exposed Ding Xiaoyi's lies, and with a move of his fingers, he saw that the bronze sword on the ground seemed to be stimulated by something, and it emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

Ding Xiaoyi's face changed slightly, and he kept retreating, this sword blade, which was already full of patina, gave him a great sense of crisis at this time.

Even more terrifying and depressing than the strange-faced girl in the Yellow Springs before.

It's murderous! Murderous aura.

It seems that the edge is in the throat, and if you take a step forward, you will fall into the bottomless abyss.

This kind of sharp and compelling feeling, even the meat balls on the side are also rolling backwards quickly.

It was hard to imagine that such an unstoppable murderous aura actually came from a bronze sword that had decayed.

It wasn't until five steps outside of the exit that the feeling faded away.

Boom!

A mouthful of spit swallowed down his throat, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't stop touching his throat, and always felt like something was on his neck.

At this time, the bronze sword on the ground "Whoosh!" With a bang, it broke through the air, but in the end, it landed firmly in the palm of the old man's palm.

Looking at the bronze sword in his hand.

The wrinkles on the old man's cheeks deepened a little, and he sighed solemnly: "Under this yellow spring, I don't know how many heroes have been buried, and how many grievances can be calmed down." ”

As he spoke, his fingertips gently wiped the patina off the sword.

"Buzz ......"

The patina receded, and a little fluorescence looked like a meteor, falling along the edge of the sword.

Then it left a silver cold light on the blade.

It's like condensation under the moon, and the edge is exposed.

On the sword body, there are two very mysterious ancient characters engraved, but Ding Xiaoyi can't recognize them.

I just faintly feel that the first word is like one, the word "fish".

The old man put the bronze sword into the bamboo basket behind his back, and waved his hand to say goodbye to Ding Xiaoyi.

The figure disappeared into the bushes, and in the distance, Ding Xiaoyi could still hear the old man's loud and powerful singing............

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, there are a few more heroes under the Yellow Spring, and they still dare to be called ghosts after death!"

The singing is very loud and vicissitudes, and the atmosphere is majestic.

is different from those oily-headed rat-faced singers in the current alliance, what chicken are you too beautiful? What is big and round? It makes you want to vomit.

By the time he listened, the old man had long since disappeared.

The voice gradually faded away, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but reminisce about Fang Cai's lyrics, and looked back at the boundless yellow spring in front of him.

"Dare to be called a ghost after death!"

Reminiscing about the lyrics of the old man, I can't stop muttering.

What kind of person dares to have such a heroic.

If only one lyric, Ding Xiaoyi would not be able to sigh like this.

But when he saw it with his own eyes, and even felt it himself, the murderous aura that gushed out of the bronze sword's body.

It's just unstoppable.

This convinced him that the heroes in the song were not fictional, but real.

Like the master of the sword...... What kind of character is it?

His sword alone was already so sharp, if he was himself......

Ding Xiaoyi's heart couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"Presumably he was also a top person at the time!"

After sighing, Ding Xiaoyi silently took out the bronze mirror that the old man left for him.

I don't know what age this bronze mirror is.

But it can be seen that it is very well preserved, and the mirror surface is flawless.

On the back of the mirror is the head of an unknown monster.

At first glance, it looks like a dog's head.

Bared teeth and grinned, eyes like copper bells.

There are a pair of exaggerated big ears on the head.

This bronze mirror, naturally, can't be compared with that bronze sword, and you can guess with your toes how powerful that bronze sword is.

If you have this sword, how can you be afraid of encountering psionic creatures, it is estimated that once the sword passes, let alone an evil spirit, even if it is a calamity-level psionic creature, it can be cut in half.

But here's the problem...... Before that, will he be made into meat sauce by the bronze sword first?

After all, it is something that cannot be controlled, and no matter how good it is to hold in the hand, it is a hot potato.

In contrast, this mirror is more realistic, and it is more helpful to me.

Who is light and who is heavy, Ding Xiaoyi can still clearly distinguish the stakes.

Squinted his eyes, and saw the meat balls curled up in a ball on the side.

This thing was still crunched into a ball, and he didn't dare to move, it seemed that the old man's strength was indeed very strong.

But how strong is it, and can it resist its own authority?

He didn't know any of this, but he keenly felt that the old man seemed to refuse to go into the courtyard.

"Forget it, as long as there is no malice."

He is not a person who likes to drill the horns of the bull, and if he can't figure things out, when he puts it down and has inspiration, he will naturally figure it out.

Pick up the mirror and look at the meat ball.

A ray of blue light gushed out of the bronze mirror, and under the shroud of blue light, I saw that the eyes of the beast head on the back of the bronze were red light, and the big mouth full of fangs opened, and a treacherous voice seemed to come from the depths of my mind: "Iron mayfly, good at imitation, like sweets, body like iron, moving like stiff, good at guarding, not good at killing, curious, unforgettable, capable of swallowing and storing." ”