"Isn't it true that the Treasure Garden can't even take out a strong bow?" asked the steward with a strange smile on his face.

The steward touched the cold sweat on the top of his head and said in a trembling voice, "This...... This...... The strong bow of the Treasure Pavilion is the strongest with this carved lacquer dragon bow, and then there are legendary-level weapons, and the small ones have to ask a few big stewards. ”

The weapons of the Xuanhuang Continent can be divided into four levels according to their rank and history: ordinary, sophisticated, rare, and legendary. Among them, the sophisticated-level weapons are already the existence of centurions and even thousands, and some family lineages or adventures of the commanders or commanders, most of the generals use rare weapons, and most of the legendary weapons are in the hands of those high-powered courtiers or the princes of one party, such as Qin Yin's deceased father Wushuang Hou originally had a legendary-level divine weapon shooting moon bow, but after the death of Wushuang Hou, this legendary-level divine weapon was missing.

Although Qizhen Yuan is a miracle of the Great Xia Dynasty, it will never sell legendary-level weapons as cabbage, every time a weapon above the legend level is sold, it will inevitably be publicized a month in advance, so after Qin Yin easily pulled off a big bow with a bow strength of more than 100,000 catties, the steward of Qizhenyuan was already in a cold sweat, wondering if these people in front of him came to Qizhenyuan to find scum?

"My Lord Wen, you are a daughter, why do you want to be a little steward of our Treasure Garden? ”

At this moment, a somewhat depressed and somewhat happy voice came, and I saw a small but round large plate in an embroidered blue robe rolling down from the stairs like a ball.

"Haha...... This brother is extraordinary, gentle and elegant, I don't know what to call it?"

Qin Yin was secretly surprised, but said quietly on his face: "My surname is Qin, and my single name is Yin." ”

"Oh, but after the Wushuang Hou, when the Blood Yang Pass was a battle, the Wushuang Hou rode as a thousand, broke off alone, and finally died, which really made the heroes of the world choke, in the Xia Qi Zhenyuan Grand Steward Ai Dong Hexagram, known as the dwarf winter melon, I have seen the little Hou Ye!" The big fat man's eyes lit up, and he saluted Qin Yin, and sighed.

Although he knew that this was just the other party's words, Qin Yin still felt a touch of pride in his heart, although his father Wushuang Hou had been dead for more than ten years, there were still people who remembered it.

Seeing that the great housekeeper of the Treasure Garden was still about to say something, Lord Wen on the side impatiently interrupted the conversation between the two and said:

"Okay, dwarf winter melon, we're not here to talk to you about the old days, hurry up and get the good things, don't tell me that you sold that treasure, or you'll be sorry for what you just said." ”

A wry smile appeared on the face of the dwarf winter melon, and he said miserably:

"Ouch, auntie, I have dug a trap and waited for me to set it when you came to me today, and I would have rushed over if I knew it. ”

Lord Wen pursed his lips and said, "It's so pitiful, I'm just helping you return your things to their original owners." ”

"Yes, the thing will be returned to its original owner, but we people will be miserable, hey......" A touch of pain flashed on the dwarf winter melon's face, and he glanced at Qin Yin with a complicated expression.

Qin Yin remained silent, but secretly turned his mind, from the conversation between the county lord Wen and the chief steward of the Treasure Garden in front of him, it can be inferred that what they are talking about must be a very precious weapon, and the original owner of this weapon has come to the door under the leadership of the county lord Wen, but what is it that is worthy of the county lord Wen to do it himself, and what is the meaning of the dwarf winter melon that looked at him before?

"Don't guess, this old guy happens to have the moon-shooting bow that your father used back then!"

Lord Wen's words were like a thunderbolt that split Qin Yin's head and eyes, and his ears were buzzing, the death of his father had become a secret of the imperial court, in Qin Yin's impression, his father was more of a character in various versions of the story than a living flesh and blood, but the moon-shooting bow in his father's hand would appear in any version of the story, and the moon-shooting bow had become a signboard of Wushuang Hou.

For his father, Qin Yin's feelings are extremely complicated, he hates him, hates him for being a hero back then, ignores him and his mother, and dies on the battlefield, so that his mother is depressed and finally dies early; hates that he did not protect himself when he was young, so that he has been lonely and helpless all these years, and even in the end, even that huge family business is almost taken away.

But deep in Qin Yin's heart, he admired his father abnormally, admired his invincible and proud record, admired his unwarranted archery skills, and worshiped his feat of riding a thousand at the last moment, blocking the six million armies of the Western Regions countries for a day and a night with the strength of one person. Whenever he heard others praise Wushuang Hou, Qin Yin would subconsciously straighten his chest, and there would be a burst of pride in his heart.

At this time, he suddenly heard Lord Wen's words, which made Qin Yin's mind blank for a while, and he didn't react at all.

"Hehe, little Hou Ye, this is also the small shop not long ago received a mysterious person handed over to our store for auction goods, but due to the rules of the store, we can't disclose any information about the seller, and I hope that Xiao Hou Ye has a lot of money. ”

Ai Donggua is also an eight-sided and exquisite person, and he said while making a gesture, but between his words, he blocked the question that Qin Yin wanted to ask.

"Steward Ai, I don't know what the auction price of this moon shooting bow is?" Qin Yin took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and asked calmly.

Ai Donggua waved his hand and said: "Little Marquis, aren't you slapping us in the face?" Wushuang Hou is the hero of my Great Xia Kingdom, you are his son, this moon-shooting bow naturally belongs to you, no matter how much this bow is shot in the end, it will be paid by my Qizhen Yuan, and it will be regarded as an apology for my Qizhen Yuan, how about it?"

Qin Yin was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this Ai Dong hexagram to put so much effort to curry favor with himself, you must know that the price of this legendary weapon is at least 50 million taels of gold, which is 500 million taels when converted into silver, even if Qin Yin, who has obtained a windfall, can only stare dryly in the face of this astronomical expense, and if he wants to get the moon shooting bow, he can only find another way.

It's just that Ai Donggua said this, then the final cost will be paid by Qizhenyuan, which is actually tantamount to giving Qin Yin hundreds of millions of taels of silver, and Qin Yin himself is just an orphan, although his strength has now reached the level of martial arts and has the qualifications to inherit the unequaled marquis, but it is just a lack of connections, lack of economic strength, and lack of power The false name of the little marquis is really not worth the cost of Qizhenyuan, and the only possible surname is to please Wen Jun, the daughter of King Huan who came with Qin Yin today, advocates Yiyun.