"The Black Iron Sword Order is a proof that you have shed blood and made meritorious contributions to the Sword Cultivation Fairy, and it can be used to exchange different rewards for the Primordial Sect according to your needs. As a master of your peasant bow, the most valuable ways to use it are probably the following three-"

"The first is to directly request to become the Sword Cultivation Fairy's personal soldier and become her direct follower; the same is to do bow cultivation work, but you can get the various resources of the Sword Cultivation Fairy to cultivate, and with the continuous growth of the Sword Cultivation Fairy, your status will also rise. ”

This is Hongguoguo's hugging of his thighs, but it is obviously not Fang Heng's goal to be subordinate, let alone an unreliable budding girl. He shook his head decisively: "No, it's enough for me to be cheated once." ”

Fat Khan: "It was just an accident, and you got a huge benefit...... Well, the second reward is the Dao promotion. ”

"Every year, all major states and counties will carry out assessments, so that the bow cultivation students in the government colleges will compete for a small number of promotion places, and they will be promoted from bow cultivation to fa cultivation! But with the Black Iron Sword Order, you don't need to be assessed, as long as you sit back and wait for the moment when the list is released, you will directly ascend to the sky and be promoted from cannon fodder bow cultivation to law cultivation master in one step!"

Seeing the fat man's expectant expression, Fang Heng immediately understood that if it was the second ancestors of the county school who got the Black Iron Sword Order, there was a good chance that they would choose this option.

It sounds good, changing from the Bow Cultivator to the Dharma Cultivator, just because the status and privileges of this world have been raised, it does not mean that you have to give up the Bow Cultivation Path, but a question must be clarified first.

"It's just Dao Upgrade, are there any other cultivation resource rewards?" Fang Heng asked.

The fat man smiled: "Since I didn't participate in the assessment, I naturally didn't have any rewards for passing the assessment." ”

"Say the next one. Fang Heng directly vetoed it.

What are you kidding! Those who practice the Fa without resources are still Fa cultivators? As far as the peasant bow is concerned, choosing this item is tantamount to exchanging the Black Iron Sword Order for a false title that does not have any benefits.

"The third one, the Black Iron Sword Decree allows for the transfer of trade, and you can sell it. The fat man's voice was nervous.

"Do you want to buy it?" Fang Heng suddenly noticed.

He didn't find it strange. The Dharma Cultivator is meaningless to the peasant bow, but it is of great significance to these rich children who are sitting on mountains of gold and silver, and who do not lack resources but only qualifications!

The fat man looked embarrassed: "Master, I really want to buy it, but I don't know what price is right." Because this kind of thing is something that no one would transfer before......"

Fang Heng thought for a moment: "Is there a time limit for this thing?"

"Within three generations. The fat man replied honestly.

"Then don't rush yet. Do you know where the exercises are sold?"

"There is a sales point in the county, and the magic circle goes straight to the original sect's Gong Pavilion, selling any exercises below the twelve heavens, and each book only needs to be tattooed with one hundred taels of silver. ”

The secular world of this side was still in the age of agriculture, and the circulation of goods was not well developed. For most peasant households, the food rations obtained in the fields are satisfied, and the surplus is sold for money and rent, and it is considered rich to be able to leave two or three taels of silver all year round.

One hundred taels of silver, with the income of an ordinary farmer's bow, needs to be accumulated rain or shine for about thirty years.

Fang Heng glanced at the fat man, picked up a chopstick dish, and said lightly: "I don't have any money." ”

"I have it, I have the money!" the fat man was decisive and clever in this regard.

"Well, then you're welcome. Come, come, eat vegetables!" Fang Heng instantly turned into a spring breeze and rain, piling up dishes all over the fat man's rice bowl, "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Fang Heng, Fang of the Quartet, eternal Heng, dare to ask the young master your honorable name?"

The fat man was a little embarrassed: "My name is Wu Bu Hungry." The stomach is full and not hungry."

Fang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at the fat man deeply: "Fat man, Ling Zun has a sense of crisis." ”

The fat man was shocked, and he admired it even more: "You are worthy of being a master, you are the first person who knows my name and has no jokes, and you can explain the connotation in one word!"

"It's not hard to guess, because you said that your family business is not an ancestral heirloom, but Ling Zun is a self-made family. Fang Heng said with a smile.

"That's right, when I was a child, my family was poor and couldn't eat, so the old man found a fortune teller to name me 'Fuji', hoping that I would be able to excel and glorify my ancestors in the future. But then I got rich, and the old man's mentality also changed, and he changed my name to 'not hungry'; he had already done what he said about glorifying his ancestors, and now he can no longer be a shot bird, and making a fortune in a muffled voice is the royal way, and he also made me remember the experience of not being able to eat when I was a child, and in the future, I should let the children and grandchildren of the old Wu family not have to worry about eating. The fat man looked at Fang Heng with a sincere expression.

"Hmm...... If you can advance to the Dharma cultivation and have enough resources to grow, even if you can't break through to the Yin God realm of the Thirteenth Heaven and only stay at the peak of the Twelve Heavens cultivators, you can still have a three-hundred-year yang lifespan, which is enough to protect the foundation of the Wu family and accumulate a county-level family. Fang Heng thought about it, this fat man had always performed well, so he simply gave him a promise.

"Well, the Black Iron Sword will only bid once, and never change it. And as long as you can afford it, I'll sell it to you, no matter what the others do. ”

"Really, thank you, master!" The fat man was overjoyed, this promise was too precious, it was equivalent to lining up other competitors and directly giving himself the qualification to buy a license!

The Black Iron Sword Order is a big piece of fat, and all the families in Tailu County are eyeing each other, although no one dares to attack each other under the supervision of the Primordial Sect, but the competition between them is black and white. With the shallow foundation of the Wu family, it is absolutely impossible to get rid of those intertwined old families.

If it weren't for the fat man's experience of fighting side by side with Fang Heng and getting Luo Lingbo's consent, it wouldn't even be his turn to take Fang Heng home and get the opportunity to have a relationship with Fang Heng!

If Fang Heng insisted on maximizing the income of the Black Iron Sword Order and summoned all the families in Tailu County to hold an auction, the fat man himself didn't believe that the Wu family would win.

The huge good news made the fat man dizzy, and he didn't know how to accompany Fang Heng to finish the meal, and then he heard Fang Heng ask to buy the exercises immediately.

It wasn't until Fang Heng was about to walk to the door that the dizzy fat man woke up, and was about to run to keep up, but saw the master suddenly turn around.

"By the way, there's one thing. Fang Heng had a strange smile on his face.

The fat man instinctively bowed: "You command ......"

The cold light in front of him seemed to be flashing, and the sound of the cloth tearing was heard in his ears, and the cold feeling in the crotch of his pants was trembling, and the string of the longbow in the hand of the master brother was trembling...... The fat man turned around, and there was a sharp arrow stuck diagonally on the ground behind his buttocks, and he suddenly felt that his balls hurt like a knife!

Immediately covered it with both hands, and the fat man trembled.

This is a fierce man in front of him who can cripple the Sixfold Heavenly Demon Beast...... Although other people say that there are immortals behind it, the fat man thinks it's all a fart - Lao Tzu is not blind, can't he even tell the difference between a real strong man and a marionette!

He didn't think about resisting at all, and he didn't even dare to ask the reason, his round face was so crying that he almost knelt down: "Master spare your life, I invited you to dinner just now......"

"Don't worry, I just wanted to remind you. Fang Heng put down his longbow and was expressionless: "Remember, next time, no matter what the situation or what the reason, if you dare to pounce on me again...... I'll let the old Wu family cut off their roots. ”

"I, I, I, know, know, know, know......"

"Well, nothing else. Hey, your face doesn't seem right, do you have a bad stomach? Do you want to go to the toilet?" Fang Heng's attitude changed, and he was kind and caring.

"Thank you...... Thank you, Lord Longen, you wait a minute, I'll be back soon!" the fat man rushed out with his crotch in his arms.