Located on the edge of the desert, Huangsha Town is just a humble town in southern Xinjiang, but anyone who wants to venture into the desert will choose to take a break here.

The reason is simple, this is the edge of the desert, and there is an oasis of abundance, where many merchants gather to sell items that are useful for desert exploration, and here you can rest and recuperate, enough to prepare everything for your expedition.

The only drawback seems to be that this place is far away from the glory of the Heavenly Dao Alliance after all, whether it is an aboriginal or an outsider, it is relatively good and bad.

Long Yao parked the ink ball not far from Huangsha Town, and after a few words of advice to the north, he left, leaving the three of them to move on.

Before entering the desert, Su Lan Pavilion bought two rock camels here, as well as plenty of water and food, and prepared them completely before setting out.

Yuan Xue and Si Xiang also stayed here for half a day at that time.

Only the Northern Meditation Cultivator, who had prepared almost everything, flew to the depths of the desert with his bag on his back, and had no impression of this place at all.

Returning to this place, Su Lanting couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Walking through the gate of the underworld, the human smell here is really intimate.

Yuan Xue had long been tired of the scenery here, and Xiao Bu followed behind Bei Ming Xiu, and from time to time glanced at the young man who was looking around in front of him, as if complaining that he didn't even pay attention to her.

The Northern Meditation was observing the surroundings.

When he is in an unfamiliar place, he has to understand the surrounding environment - this is a habit he has always had.

Although it still looks deserted, it is still much richer than Fengyun Village.

After finding a place to settle down first, Bei Ming Xiu and Su Lanting said hello to Yuan Xue, and went to purchase some supplies alone.

Originally, Sulan Pavilion had brought a lot of things, but they were all swallowed by the lava along with the two rock camels, and it was still some distance from the hinterland of the southern Xinjiang region, at least some water and food had to be prepared.

He is the only one who has a lot of spare money on him.

Walking in Huangsha Town, his eyes were quickly attracted by a small shop.

He noticed it because it was so inconspicuous.

The small shop was tucked away in an alleyway, and while the merchants were desperately trying to attract visitors, it seemed unpretentious that it did not want to attract anyone's attention at all.

Out of curiosity, the Northern Meditation Cultivator pushed the door in, and was greeted by a scene that could be called a decadent scene.

On the wall surrounded by cobwebs, there were several weapons in twos and threes, and some weapons even accumulated a thin layer of ash on them.

In addition to these shabby exhibits, there is only one broken in the not spacious room, and the wooden counter has not been changed for many years, and the owner of the shop sits on the inside of the counter, with his back to the door, even if he hears the sound of someone entering the shop, he does not seem to have the intention of soliciting, still lying on the creaking broken wooden chaise longue, and lazily says: "What do you want, see for yourself." ”

The middle-aged man in the recliner closed his eyes, waiting for the complaints he had heard many times.

For example, "What good goods can there be in this kind of broken place", "Only a few broken swords dare to open a store" and so on.

He had long been accustomed to hearing these words.

But he waited a long time, and he didn't hear the guest's complaints.

Bei Mingxiu walked to the wall, pointed to a sword on the wall and asked, "Can I take a look?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but still didn't look back, and replied, "Feel free." ”

Bei Ming Xiu took the sword from the wall, wiped the dust off the sword, revealing the ash of the sword, which seemed to be almost the same as whether it was covered by dust, and after observing it for a long time, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart.

The quality of this iron sword seems to be far from the one on his body, but it is actually more sharp, if there is no sigil carved for him by the people of Momei Villa on his one, the two swords collide with the same force, and it must be his one.

And he gently touched the iron sword with the cold sword soul, and he could actually feel the subtle response of the iron sword.

The swords that can be stimulated by the method of sharpening the sword intent of the Shoreless Sword Peak are all swords containing spirituality, and the grade will definitely not be low, and only such a sword can cooperate with the master to reach the initial stage of the union of the human soul and the sword soul of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

This is how the cold sword soul in the sea was born.

This iron sword can respond to the greetings of the cold sword soul, isn't it also spiritual?

Even if it's just a little bit, it's spiritual.

When he was at the Shoreless Sword Peak, the Northern Meditation Cultivator had heard Shang Yunjian talk about the old gentlemen who lived in seclusion on Zhanlu Mountain.

They are all some of the best blacksmiths in the world, and even if they make swords from all kinds of iron, they can still make the swords contain one or two.

Only they have the ability to give the Chongming Sword that was broken twice a new life.

Bei Ming Xiu couldn't help but glance at the shop owner who was still facing away from him. Let's go slightly

This boss, could it be that he is a master who lives in seclusion in Huangsha Town?

Bei Mingxiu looked at the iron sword in his hand for a while, hung it back on the wall, and asked, "How much does this sword cost?" ”

The middle-aged man rarely saw that someone would see the doorway in the weapon he had cast, and he put his hands on either side of the chaise longue, and his body was slightly away from the chaise longue, but he quickly lay down again.

"Twenty-two and one, pick at will. ”

His voice was still lazy, and it seemed that no matter what the Northern Meditation Cultivator reacted to, he would be indifferent.

Bei Mingxiu finally understood why the business of this shop was so bleak.

The most important thing is that the price of iron weapons here is several times more expensive than outside, and there are only a few people who can read the goods.

When he opened a shop here, he probably didn't have the desire to make money, maybe he just wanted to see ...... Someone willing to come in and have a look?

Although Bei Ming Xiu liked the iron sword very much, he would not really spend twenty taels of silver to buy it.

On the one hand, his ability to control two swords at the same time is already satisfactory enough, and one more is likely to become a drag, and the one in his hand is the crystallization of the efforts of everyone in Momei Villa, and he can't give up at will.

On the other hand, although the money in his hand is abundant, it is basically all Lu Linxi's money, and after squandering it this time, he probably won't borrow it anymore even if he is killed.

The subsidies given to members by the Heavenly Dao Alliance are already small, and he has not received them yet.

Bei Mingxiu walked to the counter and asked, "Is there a cheaper one?"

The middle-aged man's voice was still lazy, "The price here is like this, I can't afford it, just leave." ”

His right hand pointed to the side of the counter and said, "But if you have a heart, you can still look at a few gadgets there, one or two pieces of silver." ”

When Bei Mingxiu walked there, he couldn't laugh or cry.

A bead, a broken token, and a few miscellaneous things, presumably brought back by some cultivator who had been exploring the desert.

But none of this was of much use to him, even if he could vaguely guess that there might be some kind of chance hidden in these things.

Chance in the desert, he may not return here in his life, what's the use of asking for it.

Bei Ming thanked rhetorically: "No need, boss, your sword ...... here It's good, it's just too expensive. ”

When he heard Bei Ming Xiu praise his sword for being good, the middle-aged man frowned and said with a smile: "It's rare to have a young man who knows the goods. ”

Although this shop is remote and difficult to find, there are always younger cultivators who can't resist their curiosity and come in to find out, and there are about 20 people who have seen these weapons.

The Northern Meditation is the only one who can see the doorway.

Even though the middle-aged man had already looked down on everything in the world, he still couldn't help but want to see what this young man looked like.

He finally got up from the recliner slightly, leaned forward, leaned back against the counter, and looked straight at the North Meditation.

When he was looking at the Northern Meditation Cultivator, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was also looking at his face.

It was a weather-beaten face, and the years had carved too many marks on it, but it still couldn't hide the only trace of heroism left in his original eyebrows.

And Bei Ming Xiu also caught that when the other party saw his face, there was obviously a trace of surprise in his expression, but he quickly returned to normal.

And in his eyes, what he sees ...... Is it nostalgia?

The Northern Meditation did not stay any longer.

Because after the middle-aged man glanced at him, he lay back on the recliner, obviously not wanting to continue talking to him.

"Goodbye, senior. ”

He bowed to the middle-aged man before leaving.

On the recliner, the middle-aged man smiled gloomily and muttered to himself.

What he said was perhaps only understood by himself.

It is a reminiscence and nostalgia for the past.

and the melancholy of his teenage memories.

After a moment, his face was grim, and he turned his head to look at the second guest who had come to his shop today, and the images of those memories suddenly came back to his eyes.

"What are you doing here?"