A moment later, Hu Xiaoer and I stared motionlessly at the sword in the thin monkey's hand. The thin monkey stretched out his hand to us and began to tremble, "Two, you have also watched it for a long time, what do you think?"

Hu Xiaoer retracted his gaze, pointed to the stall on the ground, and then pointed to his palm, "Are you sure that you didn't cast this sword on the ground?"

"What, what do you mean?"

The skinny monkey didn't understand, but I felt like a mirror in my heart.

There is no doubt that the small sword in his hand is extremely exquisitely crafted, both in terms of patterns and accessories. The tip of the sword was extremely transparent, and under the moonlight, a very sharp sword shadow leaked from the fingertips. Although this sword is only the size of a palm, it is a good weapon for assassination at first glance. Even though it was wrapped in rags at the moment, as soon as it appeared, it had already caused all the weapons on the stall to lose their aura.

I asked the thin monkey, "This is your first time forging a sword?"

"Yes, yes," he looked even more flustered, retracting his hand, "what, what's wrong?"

"Then you are much more talented than Lord Lingzun. Hu Xiaoer replied for me.

The thin monkey slowly reacted, and a thin layer of red appeared on his face, "Is this true?" Xu Shi saw that I also nodded at him, he clenched his fists excitedly, and gained a little confidence.

Hu Xiaoer clapped his hands, "Do you sell this sword?"

"Sell?" the thin monkey stammered again with a look of surprise on his face, "You, you want to buy my sword?"

Hu Xiaoer nodded, "If you don't want to......"

"Sell, I'll sell!" The thin monkey was extremely excited, just like when he first saw him, "Of course he sells, how can you not make money if you have a business?"

"How much?" Hu Xiaoer touched his chest.

The thin monkey thought for a moment and held out five fingers.

Hu Xiaoer's eyes widened, "Do you want five taels?"

His voice weakened, "Five, five copper plates......"

On the way back to the Zhuzhu Guest House from the Sword Market, Hu Xiaoer jumped up and down and looked at the small sword in his hand and smiled, his face was very happy, but his feet seemed to hit the stone.

"Hu Xiaoer, can you watch the road and walk?" I pulled him over, and when I saw him showing two pear vortices towards me, I was stunned for a while.

"Hehe, this sword market is not in vain. Hu Xiaoer held his small sword high and said to the clear moonlight, "I have to give it a name." It's the size of a palm, and it's called a ...... How's it going?"

Hu Xiaoer turned his head and asked what I meant.

I said, "This is your sword, if you think it's good." But the sword, I sound good. ”

He nodded repeatedly, as if satisfied with the answer, and tucked his sword into his sleeve.

"Having said that, Hu Xiaoer, the stall owner clearly only needs five copper plates, and you gave him one or two pieces of silver with a wave of your big hand. It's not like you!" I began to tease him.

"What's the matter? I, Hu Xiaoer, am a person who knows and cherishes goods, I bought this treasure from my owner, so naturally it can't be too cheap. ”

"Then why don't you give him more?"

Hu Xiaoer rolled his eyes at me and said, "I'm not stupid!"

Yes, the war of words, no matter how you say it, he has a reason, and I have never won.

I simply ignored him. Because I know that Hu Xiaoer's temperament, he will be entangled by himself after half a kung fu.

Sure enough, after a while, he began to say again: "Woman, do you think this sword market in Qingquan Mountain is a little strange?"

After a moment of silence, I succeeded in breaking the gong and asked him, "What's strange?"

Hu Xiaoer said: "It's not strange. I always feel that this sword market in Qingquan Mountain should not be like this. ”

The moonlight was hidden by the black clouds, and I don't know how long it was until dawn, but I felt that the night breeze blowing over was suddenly much warmer. A glimmer of light appeared on one side of the sky, and it quickly darkened. Qingquan Mountain is located on one side, shrouded by a temporary black curtain, and it is faintly impossible to see clearly.

He stopped, waved his sleeves, and pointed to the corner of the mountain beside the road ahead, his face very serious.

"Everyone knows that Qingquan Mountain gathers the qi of heaven and earth, gathers the glow of the sun and the moon, and is a treasure land of feng shui. Hundreds of families in the lower mountain all make a living by casting swords, and the sword spirit lasts forever for generations. But how can the sword market in such a place be full of weapons that are not useful?"