The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more loss, and the way of man is to make up for the deficiency than enough.

The stronger the person, the more benefits he can get here, and the stronger he becomes, the stronger he becomes.

Jiang Feng followed the man up to the third floor, the furnishings on the upper floor were different from the hall below, not only the area was much larger, but there was also a noble incense burner in the corner of the room, and there was a bunch of incense burning slowly in the furnace, making the room full of a faint sandalwood fragrance.

A stocky old man who looked a little rich was sitting and drinking tea on a large table of eight immortals, and it looked like a teahouse more like something else.

Seeing that the river wind came up, the other party was obviously accustomed to the hat that the river wind covered his face. After all, walking the rivers and lakes, if there are no enemies or one or two, or if you are unwilling to show your true face, it is commonplace. As long as the money is real, and other things, everyone has nothing to do with themselves, and they will naturally hang high.

"Thanks to this friend's love, come to my Changle Fang, I don't know what my friend needs?"

Jiang Feng pushed the box containing the pearl on the table at this time, and said, "If there is anything good, just take it out!"

A bold customer like Jiang Feng will like anyone who does business in the world. Yes, in the face of Jiang Feng's cold tone, the fat old man was not only not angry, but also happy in his heart.

Although this person's kung fu is not very exquisite, he has worked as a shopkeeper in many pawnshops in Zhenjiang Mansion, and his eyes are quite vicious. After the Changle Gang won the Zhenjiang Mansion, he threw himself into the Changle Gang, and he was also thriving in the black market of Changle Fang.

The pearl brought by the river breeze, even among the treasures of Tianning Temple, is a rare top grade. The stocky old man realized its value with just one glance.

"Smack, smack!"

With the short and fat old man clapping his hands rhythmically, a red-clothed maid stepped out from behind the screen on the side, and said that a vermilion wooden box about three feet long and one foot wide was respectfully placed on the table.

When the short and fat old man slowly opened the wooden box, a gilded short sword that was about a foot more than a foot came into Jiang Feng's eyes.

The short and fat old man said with a smile at this time: "Classics": Prince Pi of Wei, made three daggers, one of which is like ice, and his name is Qinggang; The second Yao is like the rising sun, and the name is Yangwen, and the third is like the dragon text, and the name is called the dragon scales. This sword is one of the dragon scales of the three swords, the sword is one foot and two inches long, the net weight is one catty, three taels and eight dollars, breaking people's muscles and bones is like child's play, I don't know if my friend is satisfied?"

At this time, Jiang Feng was not in a hurry to answer, but asked, "Can you get started?"

"Of course!" The short and fat old man was obviously satisfied with today's transaction, there were too few masters of short swords in the rivers and lakes, and most of the people who made short swords were assassins from the major royal palaces. Therefore, although this dragon scale has long been obtained by Changle Fang, there is no suitable master in the gang, so I have to put it here to see if it can be exchanged for gold and silver or other treasures one day.

At this time, Jiang Feng picked up the dragon scale short sword, and as soon as Fang unsheathed it, he felt a chill coming from the short sword. A wisp of green silk fell, and Jiang Feng casually turned the dragon scales, and the hair was broken.

"The cold light is overflowing, and the hair is short, and it is really a good sword! ”

In terms of value alone, that pearl is indeed far above this dragon scale short sword, but for Jiang Fenglai, replacing it with this dragon scale short sword is the greatest value for himself.

Seeing that Jiang Feng put away the dragon scales in the sheath, the short and fat old man was even happier in his heart, and he easily completed such a big deal, which was also a bad achievement for him.

However, soon, Jiang Feng took out a gold silk pocket from his chest again, put it on the table, and said to the short and fat old man: "There is another thing below, and I ask the old gentleman to help me palm the eye, how about it?"

The short and fat old man opened the gold silk pocket at this time, but saw a red light fly out first.

As the gold silk pocket was fully opened, I saw a round jade stone with a crystal and red body, carved with a five-clawed flying dragon, impressively lined up.

"This ......"

The short and fat old man obviously thought of something, and was startled at first, and then slowly placed the jade under his hand, and turned it over to observe it by the light. From time to time, I sniff gently, or shake it gently and listen to it with my ears.

"These friends, dare to ask what this piece of jade is?"

Faced with the short and fat old man's heartfelt inquiry, Jiang Feng did not answer, but continued: "I don't know what other good things are in Changle Fang?"

The short and fat old man looked at the jade again at this time, and then seemed to be ruthless, and came to the side under the bell under the beams.

"Bell, Bell......"

The old man shook the bell three times in one breath, and after a long while, a tall, thin man in a hardcover walked in carrying two three-foot-tall boxes.

The man's steps were light and steady, his temples were bulging, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Obviously, the internal kung fu is very good, and the things brought by such a person must be extraordinary when you think about it.

"Old Zhao, these two things are not ordinary things!"

The man obviously didn't care about Jiang Feng, but instead persuaded the short and fat old man. And the short and fat old man said disapprerovingly: "Deacon Jia rest assured, the old man knows it!"

Seeing this, Deacon Naja had no choice but to turn his head and retreat quietly. At this time, Zhao Lao was about to say to Jiang Feng: "Inside these two boxes, there are two secret books that are rare in the martial arts, which are the Martial Arts Book and the Golden Needle Doom, but I don't know how to choose this friend?"

Whether it is the martial arts scripture or the golden needle, it is a little unfamiliar to Jiang Fenglai. However, the value of the blood jade is still above the pearl, and since the other party took it out so carefully, it is obvious that the value of these two cheats is definitely not below the dragon scales.

"I want to hear about it!"

Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and knowing is knowing. Since Jiang Feng didn't understand, he wouldn't pretend to understand, so he immediately asked Zhao Lao about the origin of the two.

"This martial arts scripture was written by countless masters when the Song Dynasty was at its peak. There are 20 volumes, each of which refers to a type of weapon, and there are 18 kinds of weapons, including knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, hammers, sticks, lances, rods, crutches, and meteors. The last two volumes, one is the Quan Sutra, and the other is the Golden Bell Jar, Iron Cloth Shirt, Iron Hand, Copper Head and other exercises. Although this sutra is simple, it is all-encompassing. Moreover, although there were a lot of rivers and lakes in this scripture back then, the one in my Changle Fang was annotated by Zhao Kuangyin, the king of the Song Dynasty, and its value was naturally extraordinary.

And the other one is the secret book written by Fu Qingzhu of the Wuji Sword Sect back then, although there is only the medical Taoist part of the next twelve chapters, but the medical martial arts family, I think it will be of great help to Your Excellency. ”