Su Ming held the hilt of the sword tightly, and for a while he wondered if he had exhausted his energy and had auditory hallucinations.
But as he returned his attention to the green light sword in his hand.
The prompting voice in my mind sounded again.
"I found a first-order low-grade magic weapon. Should it be decomposed?"
This time Su Ming completely heard it clearly, it was not an illusion.
He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to dismantle the newly refined azure light sword.
I silently said "No" in my mind.
Sure enough, after Su Ming chose "No", the prompt in his mind did not appear again.
But at this moment, the joy of refining the green light sword in his heart was completely diluted by the sudden change.
What is the use of the decomposition weapon?
This doubt lingered in his mind and could not be dispelled.
Su Ming thought for a long time, and after finding nothing, he stood up and left the underground fire room.
Exit the underground fire room door.
Su Ming took down the wooden sign outside the underground fire room and walked out of the corridor.
After exiting the corridor and handing in the wooden sign to Manager Chen, the transaction for renting the fire room was completed.
Walk out of Huoyunfang and stroll along the lively streets.
Su Ming's steps were heavy.
Although he was carrying a newly forged small sword, his mind was not on it at all. What he kept thinking about was the notification sound that just appeared in his mind.
But he only has a green light sword and he doesn't dare to disintegrate it directly. Who knows if it will disappear directly after decomposition?
If it disappeared directly, Su Ming would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
After thinking about it, Su Ming walked straight towards Xifang District.
Qingshuifang City's Dongxifang District is separated by a Qingshui River.
The river is not wide, only tens of meters long. It is evening, and there are already several flower boats on the Qingshui River lighting up their lanterns and starting to do business.
The lights on the flower boats on the Qingshui River seemed to be a signal, and the shops and streets in the city began to light up.
The night market in Qingshuifang City has begun.
Walking on Qingshui Bridge, Su Ming quickened his pace.
Compared with when he came to Dongfang District in the morning, his steps were much brisker.
It takes less than half a stick of incense.
Su Ming rushed back to the shop at Ding No. 19.
Compared with the liveliness of Dongfang District, Xifang District is obviously much deserted.
Su Ming had just returned and even saw that some shops were almost closing.
On the contrary, the business of the opposite door, Yang Laoliu's family, is quite good. Even though it is getting dark, there are still monks in twos and threes gathered in front of Yang Laoliu's shop to buy spiritual rice.
Su Ming glanced at the other party, opened the door of his shop and walked in.
"boom!"
The door of shop No. 19 is closed again.
"Ding ding ding!"
Su Ming walked up to the second floor with brisk steps.
He skillfully opened the secret compartment behind the bookshelf and took out all his last possessions - 50 Broken Spirits.
Looking at the 50 Broken Spirits in his hand, Su Ming took a deep breath and stuffed them all into the small cloth bag he carried with him.
After doing all this, Su Ming went downstairs again and went out.
Follow the route from memory.
Su Ming found the only magic weapon shop in Xifang District.
Shops in Xifang District generally sell some basic materials, as well as spiritual rice, spiritual fruits, and spiritual wine that monks often eat.
As for relatively high-end shops such as talismans, elixirs, and magical instruments, they are generally concentrated in Dongfang District.
This is also the reason why Dongfang District has always been more lively than Xifang District.
In the entire Xifang District, there is only one shop that sells first-level magic weapons.
"Jumbo Pavilion."
Su Ming took a look at the shop located on the C-shaped street and walked straight in.
Seeing Su Ming, the store owner seemed a little surprised, and he stopped packing his things and preparing to close the door.
"Sir, what do you want to see?"
When the store owner saw Su Ming, he greeted him warmly.
"Shopkeeper, do you have any worn-out magic weapons for sale?"
But after hearing this, the enthusiasm on the store owner's face disappeared.
"What are you talking about? Although our Zhenbao Pavilion is a shop that sells first-class magic weapons, how can we pass it off as good and sell old stuff?"
Seeing the shopkeeper's face ashen, Su Ming knew that he had misunderstood him.
He immediately raised his hands to the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, it's like this. I'm learning to refine weapons, and I want to buy a magical weapon that is about to be broken, so that I can see its formation patterns more clearly."
Su Ming had already thought of this reason on the way.
The magic weapon that is about to be destroyed will reveal its own array pattern at the moment of destruction.
Although it is only for a short moment, it at least allows the weapon refiner to see the array structure of the magic weapon to draw some inspiration for the weapon.
Generally, those who can come up with this kind of weapon-refining method are the weapon-refining master apprentices from Ye Luzi who have no one to teach them.
Compared with this method, it is obviously more reliable to find a teacher with decent weapon refining skills.
But asking a weapon refiner to teach you is not something ordinary monks can afford.
In comparison, it is undoubtedly much cheaper to buy a worn-out magic weapon, destroy it, and observe it.
I heard that Su Ming is a weapon refiner.
The store owner's expression suddenly turned from gloomy to sunny.
A monk who can afford to learn to refine weapons will never be poor no matter how poor he is.
Because monks who are really strapped for money will never choose such high-level jobs as alchemy and weapon refining.
Basic tasks such as cultivating spiritual fields, planting spiritual fruits, brewing spiritual wine, and tanning talismans are what monks at the lowest level should do.
Besides, establishing a good relationship with a potential weapon refiner is a must for any magic weapon shop.
Otherwise, how can their supply of goods be guaranteed?
Precisely because he understood the articulation, Su Ming was not worried that his request would offend the store owner.
"It turns out that you are a weapon refiner. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."
The store owner repeatedly said, "Please wait a moment."
Soon.
The store owner rummaged through the counter and found a wooden box. The surface of the wooden box was sealed with wax to prevent outside air from corroding the magical artifact inside.
As for why there are no restrictions.
When the store opened the wooden box, Su Ming saw the sword-shaped magic weapon in front of him that was covered with fine cracks and seemed to be completely destroyed in the next second. He finally understood the reason - it was not worthy.
"Can I get started?"
Su Ming raised his head and said.
The shopkeeper nodded and said with a smile: "Of course you can, but you have to be careful. This magic weapon may be damaged at any time."
As he said that, the store owner placed the wooden box containing the magical artifact on the counter. He took two steps back and made a gesture of invitation to Su Ming.
I saw how cautious the store owner was.
Su Ming had a new assessment of the fragility of the magic weapon in front of him.
He did not pick up the small magical sword, but gently placed his hand on its hilt.
"I found a first-order low-grade magic weapon. Should it be decomposed?"
The prompting voice in my mind sounded again.
Su Ming suppressed the joy in his heart, raised his head and said, "Shopkeeper, do you want to buy magic weapons here?"
"You mean?"
The store owner had a hint of joy on his face.
"Newly refined magical weapon."
Su Ming nodded and affirmed.
"Take it, of course!"
The shopkeeper's face was full of joy, "As long as it is a newly refined first-level low-grade magic weapon, we will at least give it this price."
The store owner raised two fingers and shook them.
When Su Ming heard this, he immediately smiled and said: "Okay, I want this magical weapon. Please give me a price."
Even though he knew that Su Ming was doing this to lower the price, the store owner still raised his index finger and said: "100 Broken Spirits."
When Su Ming heard this, he turned around and left.