Hearing this, Gu Shaotang's heart sank, and he had some bad premonitions.
Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing!
She has no friendship at all with the so-called young master Ding Xiu calls him, let alone any contact.
Why should people give her gifts?
"What? The leader of this sect doesn't even dare to accept gifts?"
Seeing that Gu Shaotang was hesitant, Ding Xiu's face became more playful and he shook the brocade box in his hand.
"Okay." Gu Shaotang's expression remained unchanged, he walked up to Ding Xiu and took the brocade box.
Gu Shaotang shook it slightly, feeling the shaking and weight inside, and carefully judging what was inside.
This feeling doesn't quite look like a mechanism or a hidden weapon...
After all, Gu Shaotang was a gangster, and he had seen many conspiracies and tricks in his daily life. As a result, the first reaction to the gift was that it was poison or a hidden weapon.
But looking at Ding Xiu's appearance and his extremely arrogant and playful attitude, he didn't look like someone who had done something dirty.
"Don't worry, since it's a gift, it won't hurt you."
"If I want to kill you, I alone can do it."
Seeing Gu Shaotang's cautious look, Ding Xiu's attitude was still very crazy.
Gu Shaotang ignored Ding Xiu and carefully opened the box bit by bit, his body always ready to dodge.
Gu Shaotang even held her breath when she opened the box. She was worried that there was poisonous gas inside!
However, nothing happened.
Inside the brocade box, a piece of rice paper lay quietly, rolled into a roll, looking ordinary.
"A paper?"
Gu Shaotang frowned slightly. She was a little confused about what the situation was.
Asking a seventh-grade master to come over just to deliver a piece of paper?
When the people around him saw Gu Shaotang frowning, they thought they saw something.
They all looked sideways and peeked furtively, as if they were extremely curious about the visitor's gift.
When many people saw the rice paper inside, they also showed puzzled expressions.
"The gift is a piece of paper?"
"what's the situation?"
"Is this considered a gift?"
"what does it mean……"
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People in the Jianghu community started talking about it. They were all very surprised. Some of them couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Ding Xiu was selling in his gourd.
The noisy environment made Gu Shaotang frown. After thinking about it, she no longer hesitated and directly reached out and took out the rice paper.
She walked to the table, pushed all the debris on the table aside, and put the rice paper on it.
Then, Gu Shaotang slowly pushed the entire piece of rice paper away.
Four big characters gradually came into view.
【Could it be the King's Land】
Four big characters shocked everyone.
This word!
So domineering!
The next moment, a fierce sword intent appeared on the paper.
Fierce, domineering, dominating, unparalleled in the world!!
Any words are pale at this moment.
The terrifying sword intent is swaying wantonly on the font...
In the eyes of everyone, there seemed to be an earth-shattering swordsman dancing with his sword. The sharp sword energy was stirring wantonly, as if he was going to destroy the whole world. It was extremely terrifying!!
Look around, invincible!
The entire lobby of Longmen Inn was enveloped by this surging sword intent.
Everyone's hearts trembled. Facing the terrifying sword intent, they all looked frightened and retreated one after another, for fear of being hurt by the sword intent.
Especially the warriors who practiced swords were even more frightened. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their sword-holding arms began to tremble unconsciously.
They all turned their heads away, not daring to read the words on the rice paper, for fear that their Taoist minds would be affected and they would never dare to dance the sword for the rest of their lives.
Their cultivation level is too low, and the sword intent above is not what they are qualified to see.
"Ninth-grade sword intent?" Gu Shaotang's face turned pale, he swallowed deeply, his eyes were filled with uncertainty.
She was shocked by this suspicion in her heart!
Only when you realize the Tao at the ninth level can you achieve your artistic conception.
Only when the artistic conception is successful can one become a master.
This is the consensus of all Jianghu people.
The sword intent at this moment was undoubtedly the work of a ninth-grade swordsman.
As Ding Xiu said, this is a gift.
No, to be precise, these four characters are a treasure.
A rare treasure!
Not everyone can write with sword intent.
It is difficult for those who are not masters of the sword spirit to penetrate the back of the paper, use the sword spirit to outline the tip of the pen, and write words that contain artistic conception.
Ordinary ninth grade, it is too late to comprehend the artistic conception, so how can one consume the artistic conception to write?
As for the masters, their calligraphy treasures are all of the highest quality in the world, and there is no way they will flow into the world.
Therefore, these four characters are undoubtedly very valuable!
Gu Shaotang suppressed the shock in his heart, suppressed the sharpness in front of his eyes, and stared at the big words above.
【Could it be the King's Land】
The font is thin and the handwriting is thin and strong, even though it is thin without losing its flesh. The large characters are particularly graceful and graceful.
This font is exactly the famous Slim Gold font.
The word "Sword Intention" is undoubtedly a treasure to those who use the sword, which cannot be exchanged for a lot of money.
With these four characters, the way forward can be pointed out for the ninth-grade swordsman.
This is a great help to their understanding of sword intent!
"Is this gift worth a thousand pieces of gold?" Ding Xiu smiled secretly in his heart when he saw everyone avoiding him. He looked at Gu Shaotang and asked loudly.
Gu Shaotang nodded slightly, suppressed the shock in his heart, cupped his hands and said: "This thing is extremely valuable, it is easy to get a thousand pieces of gold, but it is hard to find this thing."
Yes, this sentence is by no means an exaggeration.
If this thing was put up for auction, people from the Nine Sects of Sword Sect would be willing to spend tens of thousands of gold.
For sword cultivators like them, the value of this thing is even higher.
The storage of sword intent has a time limit. Within the time limit, if this thing can awaken three people, no, even two ninth-grade swordsmen realize the Tao, it will be a matter of great gain.
"I just heard that you are choosing a room?" Ding Xiu looked at Gu Shaotang and asked.
Gu Shaotang nodded and said quickly: "Yes, I will leave a room for the young master."
Ding Xiu chuckled, waved his hand and said, "No need."
After saying that, Ding Xiu stretched out his hand, grabbed the rice paper, jumped in the air, flew up to the attic, and pasted the rice paper on the door of the central room.
"With this as evidence, we want these three rooms."
Ding Xiu's words were still very arrogant.
But at this moment, no one dared to refute.
In other words, it's not that no one dares to refute him, but that no one dares to refute a ninth-grade swordsman, a swordsman who is probably only one step away from becoming a master!
The swordsman master is definitely the most terrifying existence among all the masters.
No one wants to face a sword in the hands of a kendo master!
Ding Xiu flew down from the attic, turned his back to Gu Shaotang, and said: "Since my young master has said that this is your gift, you can take this rice paper when my young master arrives in three days."
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After saying this lightly, Ding Xiu picked up his long sword and walked away.
After Ding Xiu left, everyone turned around and looked at the room on the top floor, remaining silent.
Many people decided to leave immediately.
Ninth-level swordsmen, this is not something they can deal with, and they don't even have the heart to resist.
Mobei is no better than the Central Plains, with many martial arts sects, powerful and protected by masters.
The person with the highest cultivation level in their gang is only at the eighth level.
"Could it be Wang Tu? Could it be that the person coming is from the Ming Dynasty?" Gu Shaotang's eyes flashed, and she kept thinking in her heart. Based on her experience and information, she could name all the swordsman masters in the Ming Dynasty.
But who is this person?
Gu Shaotang didn't guess it.
But it doesn't matter, they will be there in three days.
When the time comes, everything will naturally come to light.
"Head of the household, what should we do with this?" The middle-aged man who originally pretended to be the boss looked at the rice paper with a wry smile and asked.
Gu Shaotang was still thinking about things and replied casually: "What else can I do? Leave the room for others!"
"No, boss, that's not what I meant."
The middle-aged man shook his head and explained awkwardly: "What I mean is that the sword intention on the rice paper is too strong. If it is not blocked, the entire third floor may not be inhabitable."
Hearing this, Gu Shaotang was slightly startled. He raised his head to look at the sword intent that was constantly floating on the third floor. His face changed slightly. After thinking about it, he ordered: "Find a piece of white paper and block it. Don't expose it for the time being."
"Hey! Yes." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, responded quickly, and then went to find someone to get the paper.
Gu Shaotang turned to look at these people in the world and said loudly: "You all heard what that person said just now. He booked three guest rooms based on this thing. If you are not convinced and want to stay in these rooms, then
Just do it yourself."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other and remained silent.