Daping Mountain Wuji Holy Sect enters the burial hall, mission hall.

Each hall has a task hall, but basically there are many second-level tasks on the land list.

In addition to "Quests", the Quest Hall is also responsible for cheats, weapons, elixirs, and the medical hall.

Generally, there will be a professional steward in charge of each category.

However, the mission hall of the mortuary hall is the poorest, and the people in charge of the mission, weapons, pills, and medical hall are all old stewards.

However, this also shows the benefits of having more skills and not pressing, and one person can receive multiple monthly salaries.

The old housekeeper crossed Erlang's legs, covered his face with a book, and fell asleep.

From time to time, the old steward's snoring could be heard.

The old steward didn't know what he had experienced in his dream, and his snoring was like thunder, and the rhythm was subdued and frustrated, full of inexplicable rhythm.

"Oops old man, I'm looking for you again!"

As soon as Song Zhong arrived at the door, he shouted that he was very familiar with this place, even more familiar than when he returned to his own home.

Pulling the fat man into the door, hearing the burst of snoring, Song Zhong pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Every time Song Zhong came to find this old man, the old man was either sleeping or preparing to sleep.

Song Zhong had no doubt that for twelve hours a day, the old steward could definitely sleep for ten hours in addition to eating, drinking, and Lazar.

However, Song Zhong couldn't delay the business because of the old housekeeper's lethargy.

As a swordsman, you must have a sword that suits you.

Only by looking for a good sword can you continue to walk in the martial arts path and make yourself stronger.

Song Zhong and the fat man glanced at each other, a cunning emotion flashed in their eyes, and they tiptoed to the old butler's side.

The old steward was snoring, and his chest rose and fell with the snoring.

Song finally glanced at the fat man, and the two of them stretched out their hands in unison, one holding the old steward's beard, and the other pulling the old steward's hair.

"!"

The two started one after another.

The old steward screamed "ouch", and immediately woke up from his dream, the book on his face "clicked" and fell to the ground, and two disgusting faces appeared in front of the old steward's eyes.

When the old steward saw the two, he was immediately furious.

"Don't run! Lao Tzu has to kill you today, don't run, if you have the ability, don't run! Lao Tzu can't cure you!"

"Yo yo yo, brother, that old man is chasing after you!"

"Don't panic, he'll definitely not be able to run... Holy! How did he run so fast?"

"This old man can't take drugs, right? This pace is not inferior to that of a first-class master. ”

"Hmm? What's that? broom?"

Two people, one thin and one fat, rushed out of the door, and the old steward, who was close to the sixtieth birthday, rushed out with a broom.

The old steward threw the broom out and hit Song Zhong's back, Song Zhong didn't expect the old steward to be so good, and suddenly stumbled and almost fell.

When Song finally came to his senses, the old steward had already come to him.

I saw that the old steward picked up the broom and greeted Song Shengsheng.

"Ouch... Geezer... No, brother, I was wrong. ”

"You know you're wrong!

"My fault is that I didn't run fast enough..."

"What? What did you say?"

"Ouch! Don't do it, don't do it... Look over there, there's a dead fat guy over there, and he's pulling your hair just now. ”

Not far away, the fat man stretched his neck and widened his eyes, he never thought that his eldest brother would betray him, in order to avoid being caught and spanked by the old butler, he turned his head and ran.

"That fat man doesn't care, what King Kong he practices is not bad, it definitely doesn't hurt, Lao Tzu just beats you. ”

“... If you don't take you like this, two people will do it together, why do you beat me. ”

"You owe a beating! That fat man is honest, it must be your bad idea. ”

Song finally covered his buttocks, looked at the old housekeeper who blew his beard and stared, and wanted to cry without tears.

I knew that I wouldn't have been skinny.

.........

.........

Pushing open the door, the musty smell is tangy.

As the door opened, the dust shook off the door.

The thick dust filled the air, causing the old steward to cough.

I don't know how long the house hasn't been cleaned, and it seems that no one has ever come here.

Only today, Song finally came.

The old steward pointed to the room and said, "This is the armory." ”

Song nodded and began to look at the furnishings inside.

It is said that it is an armory, but it is better to say that it is a small room, and even the inner courtyard rented by Song Zhong himself may be larger than it, and it is really not called the word "armory".

In the room, weapons were stacked on top of each other, forming small peaks.

The most exaggerated thing is the pile of hammers, fist-sized hammers stacked on top of each other, piling up a hill one man high.

Song Zhong's eyes were straight, where is this armory, originally he thought that the armory should be that kind of tall place.

It should be a variety of weapons in place, everything, everywhere to show the glory of the Holy Religion, the result of this...

This is a small warehouse ready for a clearance sale, right?

As if sensing the strangeness in Song Zhong's eyes, the old steward coughed, and his old face was slightly red.

The old steward said, "Don't be surprised, this is the arsenal of the mortuary hall. There is no way, the disciples who entered the burial hall are more competitive, and they have never gone to the armory to pick weapons. They all went down the mountain to rob on their own... Phew, find a way to enrich yourself, and only you will come to the hall to pay for it. ”

Song finally came to his senses.

The old steward continued: "The price of the weapon is usually posted on it, you can go in and find it yourself, and help me close the door after looking for it." ”

Throwing the key to Song Zhong, the old butler ran away as if he had oiled the soles of his feet, and he thought he would go back to sleep.

Smiling helplessly, Song finally walked into the room with the key.

Although there is no feeling of being tall, these weapons are piled up, which is very conspicuous, especially the pile of long swords, but there is no need to look for them, saving Song Zhong a lot of time.

Coming to this pile of long swords, Song Zhong squatted down and rummaged for it.

Because it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, dust fell on the long sword, and with Song Zhong's movements, dust flew, gradually covering the entire room.

Song Zhong was also buried in the dust.

"Boom!"

Drawing a sword, the sword made a crisp sound, followed by a rush of dust.

The dust made Song Zhong's nose itch dry and he sneezed repeatedly.

After sneezing, he saw the sharpness of the long sword, and involuntarily showed a happy expression.

"This one is ok, TBD. ”

The long sword was thrown aside, and Song Zhong continued to search.

"Boom!"

The sparkle of the sword was caused by the swordsman wielding his sword.

"This sword is a little lighter, it doesn't fit. ”

Song finally showed regret.

"Boom!"

The sword is unsheathed, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.

"This sword is too blunt, and it will definitely not be easy to cut people, to be determined. ”

Putting down the sword in his hand again, Song Zhong's eyes saw a sword wrapped in linen.

Reaching out and pulling out the sword, Song Zhong felt that the sword seemed to be a little different.

Untie the sackcloth wrapped around the sword, and the blade of the sword is revealed little by little.

"Huh?"

Song Zhong stared at the sword in his hand, revealing a horrified gaze.