There are countless businesses in the world, and nine out of ten of them are only for mortals, only the ten most powerful are involved in the purchase and sale of things in the cultivation world, and the Jin family is the most powerful one among them, and because of this, it is called the rich and rival country!

Imperial Soldier Fang is a business specializing in the purchase and sale of divine weapons, although it ranks last in the top ten firms, but its power is not small, there are semicolons in many big cities, its chief shopkeeper is a mysterious person called 'Boss Fu', no one knows its details, and few people have really seen him in person.

The world doesn't know that the so-called 'Boss Fu' is just a servant of the Yu family, that is, the 'Fu Bo' in Yu Qingwu's mouth.

When he was at home when he was young, Yu Qingwu once asked his father Yu Shixiong why the Yu family, one of the exorcist clans, would have such a big business, but at that time, Yu Shixiong only said that this was not something he should know about the Dao, and from that moment on, he knew that there were still many hidden mysteries in the family where he was located.

After leaving the Golden Rice Bowl Inn, Yu Qingwu casually found someone to ask, and then learned the location of the Imperial Soldier Workshop in Zhu Yu City. After walking through the bustling streets and passing through a somewhat dim alley, he stopped in front of a small two-story building, and on the plaque on the door was written 'Imperial Soldier Fang' in three ordinary characters, which were neither brilliant nor quaint, and looked as if they had been carved at random.

After walking into the store, the two small servants at the counter were dozing, and the small store was full of rows of weapons and magic weapons, the quantity was many, but the quality was not high.

Yu Qingwu glanced at the people dressed as three or five martial artists who were carefully selecting weapons and magic weapons, and then walked straight towards the second floor. Compared with the first floor, the weapons in the second floor are much less, and at a cursory glance, they are only more than a hundred, but I have to say that the weapons and magic weapons in this are obviously stronger than those on the first floor.

"This Daoist, is there anything I can do to help you?"

As soon as Yu Qingwu stepped on the second floor, a middle-aged man in ink clothes greeted him and introduced with a smile: "We have magic weapons and magic weapons in our Imperial Arsenal, as well as various pills, what do you need to talk about." ”

Yu Qingwu, who didn't look down on anything here, didn't answer the middle-aged man's words, but asked: "There are obviously people on the first floor who are choosing items, but those two little guys are dozing, aren't you afraid that those people will run away without giving money when they take things?"

"Huh. ”

Hearing Yu Qingwu's words, the middle-aged man in ink Yi smiled slightly, and said: "The Taoist doesn't know, there is an unwritten rule in our Imperial Arsenal, and those who have the ability can come to our Imperial Arsenal to steal, or even rob! As long as he can leave the Imperial Arsenal for ten zhang, the Imperial Arsenal will not only not investigate his crimes, but will give as much as he takes! But if he is caught, then he will finally take effect in the Imperial Arsenal. ”

Yu Qingwu frowned, but he didn't know that there was such a rule in the Imperial Arsenal, but it is conceivable that in the early days when the Imperial Arsenal introduced this rule, there must have been many people who thought they were skilled in blatantly coming to the Imperial Arsenal to steal, and since the Imperial Arsenal dared to introduce this kind of rule, it proved that it was confident enough not to hurt the fundamentals, and even made a lot of free labor!

As for the final result, it must be that the Imperial Soldier Fang has gained a batch of free labor at the same time as playing the golden signboard, so it can now be 'open for business', and it doesn't matter if there is a small house in the store.

I have to say that the person who can come up with this idea is definitely very human, even if one or two are really missed, it also proves that the thief is indeed a master, and the Imperial Soldier Fang also gives away items of the same price in the case of loss, which is invisibly equivalent to buying people's hearts.

Thinking of this, Yu Qingwu shook his head and smiled, and then said to the middle-aged man in ink: "You are the shopkeeper of this Imperial Soldier Workshop?"

The middle-aged man in ink clothes nodded and said, "What advice does the Taoist have for you?"

"I don't know if your Imperial Arsenal sells news. Yu Qingwu walked to the counter and sat down on the treasurer's chair.

The middle-aged man in ink clothes didn't mind Yu Qingwu's anti-customer, and replied with a smile: "The Taoist chief said that he was joking, this store only buys and sells weapons, magic weapons, and pills, and selling news and intelligence is the business of the Blood Floating Massacre." ”

The Blood Floating Massacre is a business name, but also an organization, specializing in undertaking assassinations, listening to news, ranking fourth among the top ten business names, no one knows who the specific boss behind the scenes is, but many people think that it has a lot to do with the Great Xia Dynasty, otherwise why build a night killer concentration camp on the land of the earth?

Yu Qingwu didn't care whether the middle-aged ink clothes were sold or not, he lowered his head and asked casually while peeling off his nails: "How is Yu Shixiong?"

The middle-aged man in ink clothes, who was still smiling, suddenly disappeared when he heard Yu Qingwu say the three words 'Yu Shixiong', and after frowning slightly, he smiled again: "Dao Chang seems to have something to say, Yu Shixiong is the head of the Yu family, and I am just a small shopkeeper of the Imperial Arsenal, how can He De have insight into his news?"

"Really?"

Yu Qingwu stood up, looked around without people, and said lightly: "Your expression and demeanor all reveal that you know Yu Shixiong at all, and you still want to ......."

Swish!

Before Yu Qingwu finished speaking, a sharp aura suddenly surged from the middle-aged man in ink clothes who had an elegant aura, and his right hand choked Yu Qingwu's throat like lightning.

The middle-aged man in the ink coat who choked Yu Qingwu's throat was full of murderous aura, raised his hand and waved it at the staircase, and immediately an invisible force sealed the staircase, and then he said coldly: "Sometimes people say the wrong thing, it will bring a devastating blow to themselves, and you happened to make this mistake unfortunately!"

From the first time he saw Moyi's middle-aged face, Yu Qingwu knew that this ordinary middle-aged man who laughed harmlessly was a master, and it was not strange that he could restrain himself with one move at this time. He pulled his neck that was tightly choked, and said with a little difficulty: "Isn't Yu Shixiong ...... I didn't tell you...... There is also a ...... surnamed Yu Do you live in the world?"

Hearing Yu Qingwu's words, the middle-aged man in ink had a stagnant expression, his right hand was loosened, and he looked up and down at Yu Qingwu, who kept rubbing his sore neck, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, but he asked, "What do you mean ......to say?"

Yu Qingwu didn't reply, but walked straight to the beheading knife that could have a length of a zhang, picked up the big knife that was hundreds of pounds, and danced like a wooden stick, and then held the handle with one hand and the blade with the other, and the hands worked together, and the big knife was broken in two with a pop.

"The big knife that can be cast and refined for seven hundred and forty-nine days can be broken by strength, and it takes at least a thousand catties of strength!"

The middle-aged man in ink clothes was stunned, and then knelt down at Yu Qingwu, who put the broken knife back on the shelf, and said loudly: "My subordinate Mo Jing didn't know that the young master was coming, and he had offended a lot before, so please punish the young master!"

More than ten years ago, he had been to Wanqiu, and he had seen Yu Qingwu who came with Yu Shixiong at the headquarters of Wanqiu Imperial Soldiers' Workshop. At that time, Yu Qingwu was also like just now, and walked in front of a beheading knife and broke the big knife without saying anything, which caused everyone present to be shocked.

That's just a four- or five-year-old child, and he has a thousand pounds of strength, and when he grows up, he will have it?

More than ten years have passed, and the four or five-year-old child was still a little difficult to break the beheading knife forged by black fine iron, but now it is easy to break it, he has really grown up!

"Uncle Mo, please get up. After Yu Qingwu helped Mo Jing up, he said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I ruined another weapon for you." ”

He had an impression of Mo Jing, but he didn't know the name of the Dao. When he went to the Imperial Weapons Workshop for the first time, he was curious about how powerful these weapons looked like they were, so he went over and tried them, but he didn't expect that the decapitation knife of the year would only be broken with a little effort. Now, more than ten years have passed, and he has once again broken a weapon similar to the shape of the decapitation knife back then, but it is no longer due to curiosity, but to arouse Mo Jing's memory.

Hearing Yu Qingwu's words, Mo Jing smiled and said, "Young Master said that it is not harmful, even if you destroy all the weapons here, we don't have much else in the Imperial Arsenal, but there are many weapons!" After a pause, he looked at the somewhat familiar and slightly immature face and said: "The villain once heard Fu Bo inadvertently mention that you have gone to Kunlun Mountain to study art more than nine years ago, how can you appear in Zhu Yucheng today?"

Yu Qingwu looked at the dazzling weapons and magic weapons, and said: "Yes, I have been studying art in Kunlun Mountain for the past few years, and I only came out to practice two months ago. ”

Mo Jing showed a sudden look, and only said that Yu Qingwu came to see how the business of the Imperial Soldier Workshop was, and immediately said: "In the past nine years, because of the increasing number of demons, the business of the Imperial Soldier Workshop in various places should be good, like our Zhu Yuancheng, which can basically make a profit of tens of thousands of jade shells in one day." ”

The Imperial Arsenal is doing business without capital, collecting weapons and magic weapons from those monks at a low price, and then selling them at a high price to earn the difference.

As he spoke, Mo Jing walked to a pair of cabinets, opened a secret compartment, took out a fist-sized wooden box from it, and then walked to Yu Qingwu's side and said, "Young master, look, this is a treasure that I received some time ago!"

There is only a black ring in the brocade box, the ring body is jet black, in the shape of a dragon, and its material is like wood and not wood and stone and not stone, which is extremely simple.

Yu Qingwu picked up the ring, and his hand was as light as nothing, his eyes showed a touch of surprise, and said, "Is this a storage ring?"

Mo Jing smiled and nodded: "Yes, this is a rare storage ring, the inner space is more than ten times larger than the storage bag, almost ten zhang in size, and you can recognize the owner, in the case of the owner's immortality, others can't get the inner things at all!"

Storage bags are very popular in the monastic world, but storage rings are extremely rare, they can be called rare treasures, basically priceless, and every time someone takes them out and sells them, it will definitely cause a boom. If Mo Jing hadn't met a seriously injured monk who was in urgent need of a thousand-year-old ginseng to heal his wounds some time ago, two thousand-year-old ginseng plants might not have been able to exchange for a storage ring.