"If it's a filthy book, how can you ask for a bunch of them?"

Although the old man is old and frail, he is obviously an immortal cultivator, but his cultivation is low, which can hardly hide his aging.

But he is deaf and clear-sighted, and hears the point.

"Ahem! Of course, this filthy book must be bought, otherwise it will continue to plague a kind girl like Shuang'er? ”

When Yang Feng said this, he was right.

It is said that people are old and refined, what is Yang Feng's mind, isn't it clear to the owner of this bookstore?

It's just that it's not easy to recruit such a big customer, how can he drive people out.

At the moment, he greeted with a smile: "Xiaoyou really understands righteousness, and the old man admires it very much!" ”

"Wherever the Buddha said, 'I am not as good as hell, who will go to hell?'"

However, the bookstore owner recalled Yang Feng's previous words, and always felt that something was wrong, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he almost can't hold back his laughter.

As everyone knows, when Yang Feng praised Shuang'er's words, when he just blurted out, Shuang'er's face was already flushed and ashamed.

"Xiaoyou, you are so self-sacrificing, haven't you asked Xiaoyou for your name?"

Unconsciously, the old man in this bookstore began to be polite to Yang Feng, thinking that he was shocked by Yang Feng's generous gesture, and wanted to hug Yang Feng's thigh.

"Haha! Don't dare to be a big name, boy, no name and no surname, people give nicknames, 'hunting'. ”

Yang Feng thought of the code name before coming here, the purpose of his coming here was to obtain the honorific title of 10,000 slaughters, but 100,000 slaughters, but he had to kill 100,000 people, or kill 10 people to get this honorific title.

The name hunting is to kill all the people of Jiujie.

"Hunting Xiaoyou, Xiaoshuang'er, please follow me into the store to have a look."

In order to win Yang Feng's favor, this old man has invested a lot of money.

"Old man Bai, I remember that I have been here many times before, and you just handed me the book at the door and never let me enter the store, how can you ...... today?"

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand the little girl, look at you, buy one at a time, take out a spirit stone and grind it, this hunting friend, but I have wrapped all the books for me, and the two naturally can't be compared."

The owner of the bookstore, unlock the door of the bookstore.

Rows of bookcases, a sea of books.

It is the first time that a person like Yang Feng who has seen a big scene has seen so many books.

"Hahaha! Isn't it an eye-opener to hunt small friends? These books! But they are all the treasures of the old man's heart, if it were not forced by life, the old man would be reluctant to sell it. ”

When Yang Feng was in high school, he was taciturn and cowardly, but if he was a little good, he liked to go to the library and read all kinds of strange books.

And the owner of this bookstore, the inventory in this bookstore, is all from the immortal cultivation world, although there is no half of the exercises and spiritual arts, most of them are some anecdotes in the immortal cultivation world.

For example, the book that Yang Feng is holding in his hand now, "Those Things about the Hehuan Sect", as well as the books on this row of shelves, and even Yang Feng saw about Pan Xuan.

"About the Crush on Qingxuan Fairy Being Hung and Beaten by the Elders", "The Mother Monkey of the Great Sage Academy", "The Women's Bathhouse of Penglai University", "The Homosexuality of Fangcunshan University", in short, there are "scandals" of various immortal cultivation forces and demon cultivation forces.

It can be said to be all-encompassing, with everything you need.

"Ahem! Senior: Are you serious about these books? ”

Yang Feng casually flipped through a few books, some of these books are very new, some are very old, just the content! But it's not satisfactory.

"Hunting friends, these books of the old man are all collected by the old man from the outside world, and they are absolutely indefinite."

"By the way, the book you want from Hunting Xiaoyou, you have to go up to the second floor, I believe it will definitely satisfy you."

The owner of the bookstore almost offered Yang Feng as an ancestor.

"Senior, please!"

Yang Feng is not lustful, it's just that these books are a compulsory course to become a man, and sooner or later Yang Feng will break that relationship with Gu Qianqian, learn more, and be prepared.

After making a gesture of please, Yang Feng went upstairs.

The second floor of the bookstore has a large collection of books, which is more than the first floor.

"Three Thousand Jade Girls", "The Art of Controlling the Room" (full volume), "Hills and Valleys in the Chest", ......

Numerous.

Of course, Yang Feng did not indulge in it.

Yang Feng noticed a book used to cushion the corner of the table.

It was a very thick book, and at the same time it was a very old book, and the cover of the book was wrapped in a parchment roll, and the corners of the book were yellowed, and the roll was not in shape.

"Senior, this book, can the kid take a look?"

"Hey! This is a magazine that records the Great Xia Star, just treat it as if it was given to you by the old man, after all, you bought nearly 100 books from the old man, how can you do it without a discount? ”

The owner of the bookstore took out the book that was used to cushion the corner of the table.

On the parchment roll, there are a few big characters written impressively: Daxia Mountains and Rivers Magazine.

Yang Feng flipped through the contents of the book casually.

Most of the illustrations are illustrated, but under each illustration, there is a text description.

Inadvertently, he browsed to Zhuxian University, which has a detailed introduction to the origin of Zhuxian University and the specific location of Zhuxian University.

"Hey, hey! Then I'm welcome, please ask my seniors to help me wrap up all the books. ”

At this time, Xiao Shuang'er was also holding a book and ran towards Yang Feng.

"Big brother, I want this book."

"How a Good Girl Was Raised", Yang Feng didn't pay much attention to it, but he heard the bookstore owner muttering in a low voice: "A killer was born, what else do you learn from a good girl?" ”

Yang Fengquan didn't hear it, but he was defensive of Shuang'er, and of course he didn't show the slightest hostility.

Looking back now, Yang Feng realized that not only did the landlady have a mysterious background, but even these two children also didn't know what their identity was.

At the beginning, Xiao Shuang'er held a butcher knife and threatened him, and he still remembers it vividly.

The strength of the eighth order of the Quenching Bone Realm was naturally not afraid of the butcher knife, but what if the quality of that butcher knife surpassed that of the best spiritual weapon?

Killing skills, that's right! At that time, what Shuang'er used was definitely the killing technique that Pan Xuan wanted Yang Fengxue to learn.

You must know that Yang Feng is a monk in the Bigu period, plus the cultivation of the quenching bone realm, the sensitivity of spiritual sense and divine consciousness is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Not to mention Shuang'er, a little girl who is seven or eight years old, even if she is a strong person in the Pseudo-Dan Realm, it is impossible to get close easily.

"Senior, how many spirit stones are there?"

"A thousand lower-grade spirit stones."

The owner of the bookstore looked like he was looking at the money, and he pouted: "Hmph! Profiteer. ”

"My little ancestor! These books are all the old man spent most of his life to buy a hunting friend, and the old man has already given the cost price. ”

Hearing Shuang'er say that he was a profiteer, the bookstore owner immediately shouted that he was wronged.

"May I ask my senior, is there any news of the slaughter of the people of the Ninth Street here?"

Yang Fengke has always kept the matter of the people slaughtered on the ninth street.

"Hunting friends, it can be regarded as asking the right person, but the old man doesn't sell news here, but he knows where to sell news."

The bookstore owner deliberately sold a pass, wanting to hang Yang Feng's appetite.

"Where?"

"Chance Pavilion, turn left from me......"

"Then turn right, go straight, and pass through three alleys in the middle, it's really annoying, and you have to procrastinate when you say something."

The little pair on the side finished speaking directly on behalf of the bookstore owner.

"Alas! I said you little girl, what's the hurry? ”

"Humph! The dead old man told you to speak ill of me, and next time... Hum! ”

Realizing that Yang Feng was still present next to him, Shuang'er didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

"Big brother, I'll take you to the Chance Pavilion."

"Senior, that kid is one step ahead."

Yang Feng said politely.

"Haha! Don't get in the way, Xiaoyou has nothing to do and comes often. ”

Today, this spirit stone made more money than before, how could he not want to find a way to keep a big customer like Yang Feng.

The Chance Pavilion is a place where Rentu Village specializes in selling all kinds of information and intelligence, and of course, it also includes the information of Rentu on Nine Streets.

Jiyuan Pavilion is said to be subordinate to the head of Rentu Village, and even the people of Jiujie don't dare to fight its idea.

Shuang'er pulled Yang Feng out of the bookstore, turned left, then right, and then walked through three alleys.

A magnificent pavilion appeared in front of Yang's cover.

At the entrance of the pavilion, there were guards guarding it, and the cultivation was so high that even Yang Feng was shocked.

In the Jindan period, the two guards are both cultivated in the Jindan period, just ask who has such great ability, even the strong people in the Jindan period have arranged to come and see the gate.

"The opportunity pavilion is important, and idle people are forbidden to enter."

Although he is a monk in the Jindan period, he has good literacy and does not have the vice of killing people at every turn.

"Brother Guard, our brother and sister are here to inquire about the news."

The Jindan monk didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard what Yang Feng was saying, but just used his fingers to make a gesture of two.

"Shuang'er, what is he?"

"The entrance fee for two hundred spirit stones."

Shuang'er explained Yang Feng's confusion.

After all, there was a request for someone, and Yang Feng didn't think too much about it, and handed over the spirit bag containing two hundred spirit stones.

The Jindan monk glanced at it slightly.

gave Yang Feng and Shuang'er permission.

There are powerful formations everywhere in the Chance Pavilion, and if you don't get the permission of the guards, you trespass without permission, and you don't know how you died.

Shuang'er had a pair of curious big eyes, looking at the surrounding environment, she was very familiar with the way to the Chance Pavilion, but she had never entered here once, and this time it was also the light of Yang Feng.

"You're the one who wants to ask for news?"

In the empty pavilion, a woman wearing a silver-white mask and white high heels walked out of the corner, and the sound of walking was very eye-catching.

"Uh-huh, who is Your Excellency?"

"Just call me Sister Yin, it's just the intelligence fee of the Chance Pavilion, it's not cheap, you ......"

"Sister Yin, don't worry, we will naturally come here, we will know the rules here, Ming people don't say secret words, I want to know the information of the people of Jiujie, please trouble Sister Yin."

The woman in the silver mask looked surprised.

The slaughter of the people of the Nine Streets also means that the plain-clothed man in front of him wants to obtain the information of nine people at one time, and the cost of this spirit stone is not a small amount, of course! This is a slaughter of a village by people with few resources.

"Little brother, isn't he joking?"

"Sister Yin, how can my little brother be joking with you, I urgently need the intelligence information of the Ninth Street Slaughter, I wonder if Sister Yin has it here?"

"Little brother, it's not that my sister doesn't believe it, it's just the intelligence information of the Ninth Street Massacre, and the stakes are very high, and my sister can't make decisions here."

The woman in the silver mask spoke in a solemn tone.