Twenty miles west of the Three Gorges Village, is the most famous Panlong Town nearby.

Legend has it that in ancient times, a supreme supernatural scar slew an evil dragon in this place, hence the name of this place.

Of course, legends are legends, and no one takes such legends to heart, except for ignorant children who hear about them for the first time.

Ying rode the wind and made it clear to her parents at home, and went to the town with the spirit sword.

Twenty miles is already a long distance for a fifteen-year-old boy. However, Ying Chengfeng is not an ordinary teenager, although the first layer of true qi can only be the bottom of the samurai class, but in this world, there are undoubtedly more ordinary people who cannot cultivate true qi.

Therefore, when Ying Chengfeng proposed to go to Panlong Town alone, both his parents and his uncle Ying Lide agreed.

Riding a horse prepared for him by his father, he ran along the official road for twenty miles, and finally saw the city wall in the distance.

Although the original owner of this body had been to Panlong Town many times, Ying Chengfeng was the first time to come. The town is indeed much more lively and prosperous than the village, but for him who has experienced a lifetime, the liveliness here is really not enough.

Turning over and dismounting, he followed the route he remembered to an inn.

This inn, called Three Gorges, was opened by a villager in the village, and all guests from Three Gorges Village usually stayed here.

Although Ying Chengfeng is not very old, the Ying family is second to none in the village, and the owner of the inn is naturally no stranger to him.

After a warm greeting, Ying Chengfeng hurriedly ate his meal and left the inn alone.

"Zhiling, where did you know about Bishui Garden?" Ying Chengfeng asked secretly, "Are you sure it's not a black shop?"

In the plan given to him by Zhi Ling, the first item was to sell the spirit sword to Bishui Yuan in exchange for pills to assist in cultivation.

This plan is really good, but what makes Ying Chengfeng feel strange is how this Zhiling, who exists with him as a carrier, learned about the shop of Bishui Garden.

"Bishui Yuan is a shop opened by your uncle's sect. Zhiling explained, "I got the information from your uncle's conversation with his sons, as long as you show the inscription needle that your uncle gave you when you enter, there should be no problem." ”

Ying Chengfeng suddenly realized that although the Ming Ling Needle is not a treasure, it is by no means a big road commodity that can be seen everywhere.

Among the more than ten disciples accepted by Ying Lide, only the three senior brothers, Ying Haitao and Zhang Chunxiao, have it. And the Ming Spirit Needle in Ying Chengfeng's hand was a birthday gift from Ying Lide, not something he obtained with real talent.

Obviously, this needle should be a kind of certificate in the Instrument Dao Sect, since Bishui Yuan is a store opened by the Instrument Dao Sect, then there is no reason to murder his own people.

Thinking that his uncle made an exception to give him the Ming Ling Needle, Ying Chengfeng's heart was hot.

From this small short needle, he could feel his uncle's ardent expectations for him, but it was a pity that the original owner of this body was really unlucky, which made him completely disappointed.

But......

He raised his head, looked at the plaque of "Bishui Yuan" hanging on the shop in front of him, and his fists clenched suddenly, and he made a vow in his heart.

Since he has replaced this person's identity, then don't let that middle-aged man down again.

With his head held high, he took out a black hat and put it on top of his head, hiding his face, and then strode into the shop.

From the outside, it doesn't seem to be very large, but when you walk in, you realize that the structure here is quite wonderful, spreading out from the gate to both sides, and even encompassing half of the street.

A man dressed as an attendant saw the hat on his head and couldn't help but light up his eyes.

Although there are not many guests who come with their identities covered, each one can basically bring a big business to Bishui Court and make a lot of profits.

The attendant stepped forward quickly, half-bowed, and said, "Sir, is there anything you need help with?"

If Ying Chengfeng is really a fifteen-year-old boy, then it is very likely that he will be at a loss at this time. But at this time...... He coughed lightly, changed his tone, made his voice as coarse as possible, and said, "Where is the shopkeeper, I will talk to him about a business." ”

The attendant hurriedly said, "Sir, please come in and rest, and the little one will go and invite the shopkeeper to come." ”

He ushered Ying Chengfeng into the inner hall and sat down, and after a few moments, a middle-aged man slowly entered.

This middle-aged man is all round all over, especially his belly is bulging like a wine barrel, and before the person arrives, the stomach arrives first. However, Ying Chengfeng did not underestimate him at all because of his alternative figure. Because he faintly felt an indescribable pressure from this person.

This kind of pressure definitely comes from the powerful True Qi oppression, and this big fat man turned out to be a martial artist whose True Qi realm was not below his uncle.

"Old man Yuan Biao, I heard that this little brother is looking for me by name, I don't know where the old man can serve?" Yuan Biao said with a smile.

Although he laughed like a harmonious and happy Maitreya Buddha, Ying Chengfeng would not take it lightly.

He stood up, first bowed deeply to the other party, and said: "Yuan Biao's seniors, the younger generations came on the orders of the elders in the family, please forgive me for taking the liberty of taking the liberty." ”

Yuan Biao was slightly stunned, and he said slowly: "The elder of the little brother is ......"

Ying Chengfeng stretched out his hand, took out the Ming Ling Needle, and said respectfully: "The elders in the family have instructed that this time I will only talk about business and not mention anything else." ”

Yuan Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, he naturally recognized the thing in Ying Chengfeng's hand.

This is the certificate of all the outer doors of the Instrument Dao Sect, and it is actually not a token in the sect. However, since the other party has this thing on his body, he has something to do with the sect more or less.

As soon as he thought of this, his face suddenly softened, and he said, "Well, since you are from the same family, I won't ask so much." He paused and said, "What are you going to do here?"

Ying Chengfeng took off the long package behind him, put it flat on the table, took a step back, and said, "The elders in the family ordered the younger generations to sell this item and exchange it for some cultivation pills and money. ”

Yuan Biao smiled, his heart was quite disapproving.

Ying Chengfeng's dress is simple, and his experience is so old that he can see at a glance that this person who hides his head and tail is very young. Although he kept saying that he came on the orders of the elders in the family, how could Yuan Biao be so easy to believe.

At such an age, what can it bring him that catches his eye?

It's just that many years of business habits make him still keep a smile on his face, and he doesn't show the slightest impatience.

Reaching out and pulling through the package, his wrist flicked slightly, and he had already lifted it, revealing the long sword inside.

At this time, the long sword had been put into the scabbard, and this scabbard was the most ordinary thing.

The fat muscles on Yuan Biao's face twitched slightly, and when he saw this scabbard, the little curiosity left in his heart was gone.

He had almost decided that the sword in the scabbard must be the most ordinary of goods.

"Ding......

A crisp sound suddenly sounded, and the long sword came out of its sheath, splashing a flash of light in midair.

Yuan Biao's face changed suddenly, he exclaimed, and the fat hand poked out at a lightning speed completely different from his size.

Ying Chengfeng only felt that his eyes were sparkling, and Yuan Biao had already held the sword firmly in his hand.

gasped, Ying Chengfeng only felt that the hairs on his body stood on end.

There was a faint fear in his heart, what if this big fat man wanted to kill people when he saw that he wanted to make money?

However, this thought was just a fleeting thought, not to mention that he took out the Ming Spirit Needle that represented the identity of the outer disciple of the Dao Sect, even if he didn't have this identity, with the reputation of Bishui Yuan, this big fat man might not do such a thing.

Yuan Biao's attention was completely attracted by the long sword in his hand, and he didn't notice the dirty thoughts of the kid beside him. If he really knew what this kid was thinking at the moment, he was afraid that he would directly cut him down with a sword.

A wisp of true qi entered the long sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly stimulated a millilight that was a foot long.

Under the control of his true qi, the light was uncertain, like a strange snake spitting letters, full of dangerous smells.

"Good sword, good sword, good sword......" Yuan Biao said three good swords in succession, which shows how satisfied he has been with this sword.

Ying Chengfeng smiled and said, "What do you think of the seniors?"

Yuan Biao raised his eyebrows and said, "This is a spirit sword, an extremely precious spirit sword. He paused and said, "Little brother, please forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, where did you get this spirit sword?"

Ying Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and said, "This is created by the elders themselves." ”

"And who is it that instills it?"

"This ...... Please note that we cannot disclose it below. ”

Yuan Biao hesitated, and after a while, he said, "Well, since the little brother is unwilling to say it, the old man will not force it." However, the quality of this sword is extremely high, and the old man is not sure. So the old man wants to invite a senior brother to come and carefully identify, I don't know what the little brother thinks?"

Ying Chengfeng nodded again and again, and said, "No problem, seniors just need to invite someone." ”

Yuan Biao nodded slowly, a smile on his face. The young man agreed without thinking, it seemed that there should be no big problem with this sword, and the possibility of it being stolen was very small.

He laughed and said, "Please come over immediately, Senior Brother Fang." ”

"Yes. ”

Immediately outside the private room, someone shouted yes and left.

ps: The white crane is spelling, and he forgot the time, sweating......

Damn, shit.

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