The young man looked at this pen and felt like he couldn't put it down even before he got it. There were so many magic pens on the shelf, even pens worth 4,000 green clams, but Lin Zhao only fell in love with this one.
This pen contains a strong murderous aura, which is very suitable for writing military talismans. It must be even more murderous. It is probably the perfect match in the legend.
However, this pen is placed next to the old gentleman. It seems to be used by the old gentleman himself. Judging from the quality, I am afraid it is not cheap. Any expert who can "sit in charge" in Jubaofang is not a great master with profound knowledge.
guy?
Therefore, although Lin Zhao loved this pen, he almost didn't have the courage to speak. He was poor and short-minded, and a person with more than a hundred green clams in his arms had to speak softly in a place like this.
…
The old gentleman looked at Lin Zhao with a thief-like look. Even as soon as the boy opened his mouth, he had already thought of the words to refuse. But at this moment, a voice sounded in the old gentleman's heart.
"Mr. Zhu."
The speaker with a mellow voice is Qin Suihan.
"Um."
The old gentleman almost sat upright immediately, and responded with the same voice: "Mr. Qin, what can I teach you?"
"This pen..."
Qin Suihan said: "Sell it to Lin Zhao for fifty green clams."
"ha?!"
Mr. Zhu had a deadly look on his face and said: "Mr. Qin, this pen of mine... is a treasure that I have followed for half my life. I spent a hundred gold coins to buy it in Bailu City of the Great Xia Dynasty. Now it is so expensive."
Over the years, the spiritual energy has become more intense, and it costs at least two hundred gold mullet coins. You... with all due respect, fifty green mullet coins can't even buy a single hair from Qianqijuanxue.
ah!"
"Mr. Zhu!"
Qin Suihan smiled and said: "This Qianqijuanxue was the gift of the military strategist back then. Later, the ancestral family of the military strategist was in chaos and it was exiled. Do you think it is too much for a bookkeeper like you to use such a pen used by a military sage?"
What a pity? It's not necessary. Why not return it to the military master? This pen is a perfect match for Lin Zhao and the military master's talisman. Mr. Zhu has always been gentle, courteous and thrifty, so he will naturally be a good man, right?"
The old gentleman looked helpless: "But..."
"It doesn't have to be."
Qin Suihan smiled and said: "Isn't Mr. Zhu already coveting my inkstone for swimming fish in the flowing water? If Mr. Zhu is as beautiful as an adult, I will give up the inkstone. In addition, Mr. Zhu's great-grandson doesn't want one."
Do you want a place to go to Yunshang Academy? If Mr. Zhu nods, I will write a letter to my junior brother and ask him to personally teach your very smart great-grandson."
"Stop talking about Mr. Qin..."
Mr. Zhu said: "I am willing to give up my love because of Mr. Qin's intention to protect Lin Zhao..."
"Thank you very much."
"I'll go over in the afternoon to get the running water fish inkstone. Sir, please don't go out in the afternoon."
"The chessboard and tea are waiting for the old gentleman together!"
"Mr. Qin is a shameful old man~~~"
…
The old gentleman raised his head, but Lin Zhao still couldn't bear to look away.
"Lin Zhao?"
The old gentleman reached out and flicked it, and a Qianqi Juanxue was already in his hand. He smiled and said, "Do you like this pen?"
"Um!"
Lin Zhaofei nodded quickly: "I like it very much!"
"Hmph~~~"
The old gentleman smiled and said: "This Qianqijuanxue has a great background. It was once owned by a military sage who claimed that 'I use more soldiers, the better'. He often used this pen to point out generals. Later, this pen fell into the world.
It has been with me for half my life, if little friend Lin Zhao likes it, I might as well give you a discounted price."
"Really!?"
Lin Zhao was pleasantly surprised, but after a few seconds, he suppressed his smile and whispered: "Since it is the old man's beloved thing, Lin Zhao seems to... shouldn't take away people's love, so let's forget it."
The old gentleman wants to hit him to death. I beg you to win someone's love quickly. My floating fish inkstone and my great-grandson's college education all depend on you. I beg you, Lin Zhao, don't fuck me right now.
Gentle, courteous and thrifty, give in!!!
"Hmph~~~"
The old gentleman smiled and said, "You don't have to be modest, little friend. This pen... is just for keeping accounts with me. I might as well sell it to you and make a good relationship by the way. What do you think?"
"Um!"
Lin Zhaodao: "I am willing to use my best ability to buy this pen."
The old gentleman secretly cursed, "The greatest ability? Even if you open a hundred more Baiweixuans, you can't afford this pen. Why don't you have any idea in your mind?"
"Can."
The old gentleman sat upright and said, "I won't lie to you. I'll just sell you this pen for fifty bucks."
"Fifty!?"
Lin Zhao was stunned. Although he knew the goods, he only slightly felt the attacking aura of Qianqi Juanxue. What he really liked was its appearance. How about selling 50 green clams based on its appearance? This is too dark. What about Han Xin?
The story about ordering troops and the more the better must have been made up by this bad old man. It was very bad, so the young man said cautiously: "Can it be a little cheaper? How about 30 green clams?"
The old gentleman's expression was as usual. He just looked at the window not far to the right. He wanted to jump down and hit him to death. 50 green clams are too expensive for you. You are so capable. Why don't you buy me for 50 coppers?
Where is this priceless Qianqi Juanxue?
On the side, the girl Qingqiu was considerate: "Mr. Zhu, do you feel stuffy? Do you want me to open the window wider?"
He is also a Lord without sight.
The old man rolled his eyes and secretly scolded you for opening the window wider so that I could jump out or something?
"Ahem..."
The old gentleman coughed and said, "Lin Zhao, aren't these 30 green clams too much?"
"It seems to be the same..."
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and said: "Forty green clams are really not more money. Old gentleman, this is already my entire net worth."
"..."
Mr. Zhu almost foamed at the mouth and said in his heart: "Mr. Qin, look at this...he even counter-offered. How about the price difference of 10 green clams?"
Qin Suihan smiled gently and said: "I'll make up for it...Old sir, look, this young man is so diligent and thrifty in managing his family, and has such good conduct..."
"..."
The old gentleman didn’t want to talk anymore. Well, what a fart! So, the old gentleman finally sold a Qianqijuanxue worth at least two hundred golden mullet coins to Lin Zhao for 40 green clam coins. According to the conversion ratio
, the real price of this Qianqijuanxue should be two million green clams. When he thought of this, the old man felt that he might as well just drink arsenic.
…
With Qian Qijuan Xue in hand, Lin Zhao really couldn't put it down this time. He stroked Qian Qijuan Xue's pen barrel repeatedly. It was extremely smooth and filled with murderous intent. It was really a treasure. The money he spent was well worth it.
ah!
"Old sir."
He continued: "I also want to buy some higher-grade cinnabar, is it available?"
"Um?"
The old gentleman raised his eyebrows: "Don't you have no savings anymore?"
The young man smiled shyly: "It's still a little bit. Aren't you worried that all the money will be spent and you won't have enough money to buy good cinnabar?"
"snort!"
The old man stretched out his hand, and Qingqiu immediately took out a box of fine cinnabar and gave it to Lin Zhao. The cinnabar was filled with a faint golden mood. At first glance, he knew it was not an ordinary product. One box sold for 60 green clams. It was really Lin Zhao's.
Zhao was drained.
…
Soon after, the young man carried the remaining dozens of green clam coins and a pile of high-grade rankings, Qianqi Juanxue brush in hand, and cinnabar, and went home hesitantly. Next, he drew the God of Speed Talisman.
Once you have practiced it to the point of proficiency, you can then use those cyan talisman papers to draw a few pieces, or even draw a few silver talisman papers. As for gold, forget it and save it for higher-ranking talismans.
When Lin Zhao passed by the teahouse, he saw a beautiful woman wearing military armor and a sword hanging from her waist, drinking tea there. She glanced at him inadvertently, and Lin Zhao couldn't help but glance at her.
The woman has a pair of stunning long snow-white legs.
"This bastard..."
Leng Yan took a sip of tea, raised the corner of her mouth, and said: "A wild cultivator from the eleventh realm may come to kill you at any time, but you are still acting like a normal person, with no ability to discern the crisis at all. How can you survive in the future?"
…
At this moment, at the foot of the mountain.
In the temporary camp of Shanhaisi, a hunchbacked old man with a cane in his hand came. He had a stooped figure, wore a blue-gray gown, and had an extremely ordinary face. He was about to step into the camp upright.
"who?"
One of the cavalrymen drew his sword directly and said: "Do you know where this place is? Shanhaisi is an important place. Anyone who trespasses will die!"
"oh?"
The old man turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Who do you think will die?"
"you."
The cavalryman frowned: "If you dare to take another step forward, blood will be splashed on the spot!"
"Okay, okay!"
The old man smiled slightly and said, "I want to see how blood splattered on the spot!"
He leaned on crutches and took a step directly.
As a result, the cavalryman was immediately dumbfounded. How could there really be such a master in this world who was not afraid of death? He was so tired of living at such an old age?
"Where was the blood spatter on the spot? This little brother?"
The old man asked with a smile.
The knight gnashed his teeth.
"Indeed, there should still be blood splattered on the spot."
The old man suddenly flicked his sleeves, and the body of the second-level warrior cavalry exploded into a bloody mist on the spot. The surrounding cavalrymen were horrified and all drew their swords: "Who are you?"
…
"Stop it all!"
A captain rushed out of the camp and ordered everyone to sheath their swords. He bowed to the old man and saluted, and said with a smile: "Old Immortal Lin, you are finally here. Our Lord, the Young Master, has been waiting for you for a long time."
"How long?"
The old man smiled slightly and said, "I heard that the person you want to kill is also named Lin?"
"right!"
The captain nodded.
"You clearly know that my surname is Lin, but you still dare to ask me to kill someone named Lin?" The old man raised his eyebrows, and there was a sinister aura about him, which made everyone's hair stand on end.
The captain quickly clasped his fists and apologized: "We...we really didn't know that Immortal Lin was so particular!"
"snort!"
The old man smiled and said: "I can't write two characters Lin in one stroke. Since I want to kill people named Lin, I have to pay more... I have to pay more..."
