The ground of Sand City is also paved with yellow sand, but there is no sand and dust, which is very strange.

Du Lengqiu didn't care about this. He walked along the road with great interest.

Strangely, the atmosphere here is completely different from that of the Heavenly Mall.

There was no shouting.

There were people coming and going from the shops on both sides, but no one was shouting for the price.

"Could it be that this world has reached the point of not bargaining?" Du Lengqiu was deeply surprised.

He chose a random shop and walked in. From the outside, the shop looks small, but when you walk in, you find that there is something different. The space inside is more than 300 square meters.

There is no counter, and all the merchandise is hung on the wall.

There are only sword weapons, all kinds of sword weapons. Long or short, wide or narrow, Du Lengqiu found that all swords and weapons have been refined, and they are all magic weapons.

He was amazed.

It is worthy of the world of cultivators, and there are seventy or eighty Dharma artifacts in any shop. But there is only one problem, the level is too low. All swords are at the level of magic weapons.

Du Lengqiu casually took a long sword from the wall. It is a broadsword with a brass sheath and two pearls inlaid on the front and back. He pulled out a sword, four fingers wide, with strange patterns shining on its body.

The pattern is the talisman, which is a necessary thing for the sacrificial magic weapon.

Du Lengqiu has no interest in refining weapons, but judging the level of a magic weapon is his strength.

"Low-level magic weapons. Du Lengqiu didn't say it, it was too rude to the boss. Well, he spotted the boss in the corner, leaning against the wall and sleeping.

By the way, the walls of this shop and the floor of the sand city are one material. When Du Lengqiu returned the long sword, he looked at it and touched the wall.

"I used to touch it like that. Suddenly, someone spoke beside Du Lengqiu, startling him.

Du Lengqiu almost hit the wall, he turned around and saw that it was the boss. Du Lengqiu was frightened, "Aren't you asleep?"

The boss didn't answer, just stared at Du Lengqiu with blazing eyes and said, "What do you guess is the origin of this sand city?"

Du Lengqiu was stunned and asked, "What is the origin?"

The boss was shocked, and immediately said: "The origin of this is a big deal." If you want to listen to the story, why don't you buy a sword weapon and we'll talk about it slowly. ”

Du Lengqiupi said with a smile: "Hello boss, goodbye boss!"

After speaking, he ignored the boss's shouting in the back, and walked away on his own. What are you kidding, he's a guy who has run a mobile catering company, and if he wants to sell business, you're really thinking too much.

After leaving the shop, Du Lengqiu saw the flag that was swept up by the wind at the door of the store. The cyan banner is painted with a blood-dripping sword.

"Sure enough, it's a ruthless boss, no wonder there is blood dripping on the sword. ”

In the back stores, Du Lengqiu visited more than a dozen at random, some of which were quite reliable, and some of them were simply slaughtering. In this process, Du Lengqiu suddenly discovered a phenomenon.

The currency traded in this world is a golden essence. Its scientific name is gold essence.

This is a common material for sword practice.

And the reason why it can become a currency is that there are two reasons, one is that the output is sufficient, and the other is that it can be trained into a flying sword. Even if it is rotten in the hand, no one recognizes its monetary attributes, and it is a good choice to practice it as a flying sword.

Du Lengqiu turned a few streets in Shacheng, and he got a little tired.

Compared to the Heavens Mall, the things here are much worse. Compared with the jellyfish merchant group that crisscrosses the heavens, it is even more far away. It's like a person who often visits Wangfujing and suddenly comes to a small town, and the things in it are really not attractive to him.

He wandered aimlessly, observing the cultivators along the way as he went.

Most of the cultivators in this world have empty hands, but they have a lot of accessories on their bodies. This is true for both men and women. Women are mostly worn with gold hairpins, jade bracelets, and earrings. And men are jade pendants, jade jue, hairpins and so on.

Du Lengqiu thought for a while, remembering the battle with Mu Kun, the cultivators of this world seem to like to disguise magic weapons as ornaments, so that the means of protection in battle are heavy, and they are not afraid of sneak attacks.

He was walking along the road at random, when suddenly he heard someone singing:

The young man is on the rivers and lakes

Swords compete for short and long

In the prime of life, he was heroic on the battlefield

Poetry on the horizontal

The four seas are also silent

Now sell melons and grass

The eyebrows are white

Joys and sorrows are always ruthless

Tell some heroic old things, ghost fox

Du Lengqiu turned around to look, but saw an emaciated old man sitting in the corner of Shacheng. In the sun, the old man covered his head with a straw hat and could not see his face clearly.

In front of him was a gray linen cloth with several old ritual artifacts on it.

There is no accompanying music, but the old man's cappella perfectly expresses the bleak taste. As soon as people listen to it, they know that this is a person with a story.

If it was in normal times, Du Lengqiu would not pay attention to it. But now Du Lengqiu felt that he had nothing to do, so he was interested.

He squatted down, glanced at the magic weapons, and instantly judged that they were worthless.

"The old gentleman has a good singing voice, but it's a pity that I'm not a talent scout, otherwise I signed you as a singer, maybe I could mix it into an entertainment company." ”

The old man smiled, "Do you want to hear a story?"

Du Lengqiu laughed and said, "Do you have to buy a magic weapon to have a story?"

"Of course not. ”

"I have a story, do you have wine?"

Du Lengqiu is not an alcoholic. He can be said to be a boring person, who doesn't love drinking, doesn't love tea, smokes and doesn't talk, and really wastes twenty years of life.

The old man's habit of drinking made him find it interesting, so he asked, "Where is there any wine for sale?"

"Of course, the best wine in Sand City is Ruyifang in the east of the city. The old man licked his lips and lamented, "I haven't tasted the good wine of Ruyifang for at least ten years." ”

"I haven't deceived anyone for ten years, old man, you still need to practice more in this way. ”

"Those who wish to take the bait, don't force it!"

The old man put away the blanket and couldn't wait to follow Du Lengqiu all the way.

Ruyi Fang is different from other shops that sell ritual utensils. It doesn't have any folded space, but dozens of tables and chairs are placed along the street.

Ruyifang only sells wine and several side dishes with wine, such as dried tofu and kidney beans.

Ruyi Fang also only sells one kind of wine, without a name, people call it Ruyi.

Du Lengqiu remembered the magical masterpiece he had seen back then—the story of a bewitching woman and seven dolls. Isn't there a magic weapon in it, called "Ruyi, follow my heart." ”

When Xiao Er put a jar of wine on the table, the old man almost hugged the jar of wine in a posture of grabbing something. The jar is very small, estimated to be only a little over a pound.

The old man set the wine bowl and carefully poured a bowl.

The wine has an amber color and a rich aroma. Du Lengqiu patiently waited for the old man to make a bowl of it first, and then ate a few kidney beans before asking, "Can the old man's story begin?"