Binhai County is located in a remote area, backed by the vast Santieling, and nearly a thousand miles away from the nearest capital city. Although it is a county seat, it is actually not big, and compared with some prosperous areas of the Daning Dynasty, it can only be regarded as a small town.

The reason why it can be called the county seat is that there was once a capable scholar in this small place, who was a scholar of Hallym University in the Daning Imperial Court. The hometown was favored by him, coupled with the lucrative business of Sang Tiemu, which was exceptionally promoted to the county seat by the Daning Imperial Court.

Speaking of this mulberry ironwood, everyone who knows it will give a thumbs up and shout hello. Mulberry iron wood is hard, light to handle, and not bitten by insects and rats. It is the best building material and weapon material, and the best mulberry iron wood can be sold at a sky-high price outside. It is said that the beams and pillars of the main hall of the Daning Palace are a centuries-old mulberry iron wood trunk.

However, this kind of money-making business was held in the arms of the imperial court, and private operations were not allowed.

But snakes have snake paths, and rats have rat paths. As long as you can make money, there will always be a little bit of a private way.

When Ning Baifeng was looking for a way to make money, he also had the idea of this aspect, but only the old mulberry ironwood could be sold at a good price, and the ordinary mulberry ironwood was a little harder, which was not surprising. Secondly, if you want to break a mulberry iron tree, if you don't have a good tree chopping knife, you can only stare dryly.

The purpose of Ning Baifeng's going out today was to go to the blacksmith shop to buy a better knife or sword in case of emergency.

As for its thoughts, it is unknown.

The most prosperous area in the city belongs to the streets and Hanlin Lane along the river. The streets are bustling with people. From time to time, there are people with swords on their backs who mix in the crowd and swagger through the market.

Ning Baifeng exchanged the remaining five incense coins in the old man's shop in the west of the city, and he was a little uneasy in his heart. For the first time, with such a large sum of money, I walked through the streets and alleys, and it was all fake to say that I was not nervous and excited. A few months ago, I ate the last meal without the next meal, and I will suddenly get rich, and everyone on the street looks like a wicked person, and I will rob the silver in my arms at any time.

His hands were clenched in front of his chest.

But he ignored that he was also a mud-legged immortal, and the mortal masters who ran the rivers and lakes were not necessarily his opponents.

Outside the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat erupted from inside, and pedestrians on the side of the road passed by here, all subconsciously taking a few steps away. This is an alley not far from the street along the river, and the blacksmith shop is located in the middle of the alley, which is in a good location. And this one is also the only blacksmith shop in the county that can make weapons, and the other two can only make kitchen knives and iron pots and the like.

Ning Baifeng walked into the shop where the heat was rolling, and the guy inside was talking to two customers of different heights.

The tall one is a man with a strong body, and he is powerful. Next to him was a young man of the age of Tongning Baifeng, his face was slightly dark, and a pair of smart eyes looked around the shop.

The black-faced young man looked a little curious when he saw Ning Baifeng coming in.

Sensing that someone was coming in, the strong man turned his head and glanced at Ning Baifeng, and then continued to discuss with his buddy. The clanging sound in the shop was so noisy that Ning Baifeng couldn't hear what they were saying.

When the sturdy man looked at Ning Baifeng, Ning Baifeng also looked at him, but more carefully.

The man's temples are bulging, the palms and knuckles exposed outside the sleeves are thick, and the green tendons on the back of the hands are protruding.

When his eyes fell on the black-faced boy, Ning Baifeng's heart shook slightly, and there was a faint aura on the black-faced boy's body that was invisible to ordinary people. Although it is very faint, it can still be seen with his own qi vision.

There are only two reasons for this situation, one is that this person is a monster and has successfully transformed into a shape, but it is unlikely at the moment. The second is that the black-faced boy is a qi practitioner, and he is a qi practitioner who is about to cross the outer three realms and cultivate innate vitality.

If it's the latter, then this black-faced boy is amazing, it's really amazing.

Ning Baifeng remembered that when Uncle Liu taught him to exert that pure true qi, he had said it. Jiazi practiced qi, a hundred years of sword cultivation, just when he was young, he was not confused that the martial artist was old.

It is said that a person who enters qi cultivation at the age of sixty and steps into the threshold of sword cultivation at the age of 100 is like a teenager to a qi practitioner. And the martial artist who has not yet exerted that pure true qi at the age of forty can only be said to be dying.

Ning Baifeng lowered his eyes and turned his gaze to the shelves on the wall, no longer looking at the young man. It's not that I don't dare, but I don't want to cause more trouble.

He had seen it outside the city with his own eyes, two people from the rivers and lakes, because one side stared at the other side carefully, the two had a fight, and finally one was killed and one was injured.

There are some beaten iron tools on the shelves, mostly farm tools and kitchen utensils, and there are also many weapons such as swords. After all, this place is close to Sangtieling, and there are many Jianghu warriors who come here to beg for life and money, and it is not uncommon for qi practitioners in the lower three realms to beg for money, so there is still a lot of demand for self-defense weapons such as swords.

Skipping the agricultural kitchen utensils, there are some well-made weapons on a delicate shelf next to it.

Ning Baifeng reached out and took a slender long sword, held the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the sword body in half. I saw that the sword body was snow-white, reflecting my face.

A voice sounded abruptly beside him, "This sword, fifty taels." ”

Ning Baifeng was stunned, looking for the sound and turning his head to look, but it was the black-faced young man who didn't know when he walked to his side.

The black-faced boy smiled, "I asked the guy just now. ”

Ning Baifeng grinned and said, "It's just a robbery." ”

Ning Baifeng returned the sword into the sheath, put it back on the shelf, and turned his eyes angrily.

The young man seemed to be amused by Ning Baifeng's words, and laughed. was interrupted by a "Zhen'er" from the man behind him, and the man walked out, obviously finishing talking about things and preparing to leave.

The black-faced young man followed, and he didn't forget to wink at Ning Baifeng before going out.

Ning Baifeng raised his eyebrows.

The swords on the shelves are relatively well-made, and obviously the prices are expensive, if you really want to win one, Ning Baifeng will have to use the northwest wind to fill her stomach. The guy next to him watched Ning Baifeng look at the shelves for a long time, but he didn't make any moves, and he already understood.

is another money bag who is not worthy of a high-minded person.

The man bent down and pulled out a large box from under the shelf, which was full of all kinds of utensils, knives, guns, sticks, and everything.

The guy looked at Ning Baifeng and mouthed at the box, and he didn't bother to say anything.

Ning Baifeng bent down in embarrassment and picked out a jet-black iron sword from the box, two feet long. Hold it in your hand and weigh it twice, it's still a good hand.

When he paid the money, he learned that he wanted twenty-five taels, Ning Baifeng almost crushed a mouthful of teeth, and finally asked for twenty taels of soft grinding and hard foam.

Reaching out and touching the money bag, the young man's heart seemed to be dripping blood.

Standing outside the blacksmith, Ning Baifeng touched the iron sword wrapped in gray cloth, both happy and heartbroken. The silver that had just arrived, before it was hot, changed hands for nearly half of it. Ning Baifeng could only comfort himself, the silver was not spent, but accompanied by himself in another way.

The streets are still full of people, and all kinds of cries come and go. The day after tomorrow is the Yuan Autumn Festival, so the people of nearby villages and towns come here to pick up some objects that are suitable for the occasion. And the most of them are lanterns with a variety of styles. In Binhai County, there is a custom of putting lanterns into the river during the first and autumn festivals to pray for the blessing of the gods and the blessing of disasters.

Ning Baifeng mingled in the flow of people, looking at the lanterns, but he also felt quite novel. There has never been such a scene in his hometown Yunning Village, and at this time last year, he was lying in the shack and begging for death, and later heard a few words from Li Wan. After all, the girl grew up in a beggar's nest, and words are lacking after all, and there are always a few meanings to turn over and over, in short, she is very beautiful and beautiful.

Ning Baifeng rarely had a quiet time, perhaps because of the relationship between earning silver, the pressure of survival suddenly relaxed, and only then did he have the leisure to observe things outside his stomach.

It just so happened that at this time, the Five Organs Temple in the chest and abdomen purred out untimely, as if to protest that Ning Baifeng had not paid tribute until now. From morning to now, Ning Baifeng has not eaten a drop of rice, and Li Wan, who is waiting in the shack, must also have his chest against his back.

After turning a few streets and alleys, Ning Baifeng came to a roast chicken shop where he could smell the fragrance from afar. When he had no money a few days ago, Ning Baifeng would deliberately slow down every time he passed by, just to smell the aroma of roast chicken in the air, and the young man drooled a few times.

Pretending to be generous, he wrapped a fat roast chicken with one or two taels of silver, and by the way, he bought enough dry cakes for two days, and Ning Baifeng rushed back.

The deserted north of the city has not been contaminated with the upcoming festivities of the Yuanqiu Festival, and it is still deserted. Perhaps only the Chinese New Year's Eve at the end of the year can bring a trace of fireworks.

When he walked to the corner of a dilapidated house, Ning Baifeng, who was in a happy mood, was like being poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water, and his whole body was tense, like a man's back.

Ning Baifeng didn't look back, continued to move forward quietly, and when he turned a corner again, his eyes found that not far behind, a weasel the size of a soil dog was following all the way, with a green light flashing in his eyes, just because he was too happy before, he didn't find it early.

In an instant, Ning Baifeng was sweating.

The figure in front of him disappeared around the corner, and the huge weasel immediately took three steps and two steps to rush over, but at the moment of turning the corner, he became alert and bounced out to the side.

The short sword in Ning Baifeng's hand slashed through the air with a sword, and he made no achievements.

On the silent dirt road, the air seemed to be frozen. One person and one demon all stared at each other, and did not act rashly.

A shrill voice came from the weasel's mouth, breaking the silence, "Put down your sword and spare you from dying." ”

Ning Baifeng frowned.

is already a little demon.

Ning Baifeng looked at the east slightly, and there was nothing unusual.

The weasel seemed to guess what Ning Baifeng was waiting for, and his voice was still shrill and thin, "Chenghuang himself is difficult to protect, so you should tie your hands together." ”

Ning Baifeng slowly put his sword into the sheath, holding the hilt of the sword, ready to attack.

The weasel hunched over and grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth and a low coo.

Imminent.