Chapter 901 Ordinary swords and incompetent people
There were five people coming, three men and two women, all of whom were relatively young. At first glance, they did not look like people with real abilities in the martial arts world. At least Xia Shang did not feel the aura of masters from a few of them.
I don’t know the identity of several of them, but they seem to be familiar with Xue Shangqing, and two of them fell in love with Xue Shangqing as soon as they met.
The two girls did not have the coquettishness of worldly women in their words and deeds, but their slightly annoyed looks still revealed their little daughter's character.
"Brother Shang Qing, we came all the way to see you, but we were turned away. First you said you weren't here, and now we bump into you."
"That's it, isn't it that Brother Shang Qing doesn't want to see us? Could it be that he can't remember our past friendship?"
There is a different flavor to falling in love with the children of the world. That feeling of self-control is most suitable for a man like Xue Shangqing who is lustful but unwilling to show it.
Ordinarily, Xue Shangqing would have already started chatting enthusiastically with the two girls, and the subtle charm in his words would soon make the two girls' hearts flutter.
But now that Fu Qianqian was present, not to mention Fu Qianqian's noble status, her graceful and graceful appearance alone was beyond the comparison of the two girls in front of her. Xue Shangqing was naturally afraid of the beauty's misunderstanding.
Xue Shangqing ignored her, quickly walked to Fu Qianqian's side, and whispered to Fu Qianqian: "We are casual acquaintances, Miss Qianqian, let's continue our business."
In front of several people, Xue Shangqing's behavior was so strange that the two girls thought they had recognized the wrong person.
Several people looked at each other in confusion, and just as someone wanted to catch up and ask what was going on, the accompanying disciples from Mingjian Villa came to speak: "Guys, please stay."
A man on the other side replied: "What do you mean, young master?"
"Guys, our young master is indeed inconvenient to receive guests these days. The girl in front of us is a distinguished guest of our Mingjian Villa. The master of the village has an order that the young master must accompany her at all times during this period. He also orders that the Mingjian Villa can no longer
Anyone else welcome.”
After hearing the explanation, the displeasure on several people's faces softened, and then they became confused again.
"Dignified guest? What kind of distinguished guest? Such a big family? You can ask the young master of the famous Sword Villa to accompany you in person, and you have to be inseparable?"
"Forget it, in that case let's just take a look at the outer village."
Ahead, Xue Shangqing stumbled to Fu Qianqian's side and asked with a smile: "Miss Qianqian, I wonder where you are going now?"
Fu Qianqian pointed to Xia Shang in front of him: "He will go wherever he goes."
Xia Shang has now arrived at an ordinary stall. Compared with the previous Shenbing Pavilion, this place seems much simpler.
This is a small stall. The boss is sleeping on a deck chair. Behind it is a small thatched house and an old forging platform covered with dust. It must have not been fired for a long time. The small stall has no weapons, just five or six.
Swords, a bunch of swords, guns and sticks, all the objects were scattered in a mess, and the boss didn't care that Xia Shang was rummaging through them.
Xue Lengxiang was the first to come to Xia Shang. She wanted to see what kind of sword Xia Shang would choose.
Before Xue Lengxiang could take a closer look, Xia Shang had already pulled out a sword from the stall.
"That's it."
Xue Lengxiang looked at it and was slightly startled.
For a person who is good at using a sword, the sword is his second life. Any knight will attach great importance to his sword and will never be as casual as Xia Shang.
Looking at the sword in Xia Shang's hand, it is also ordinary, without any special features. It is of a very average type in terms of material, craftsmanship and shape.
Xue Lengxiang loves swords very much, and also has a natural affinity for people who are good at swordsmanship.
Although she still dislikes Xia Shang, Xue Lengxiang's impression of Xia Shang has changed after the previous battle.
At least now I regard Xia Shang as a swordsman in my heart, rather than a pretty boy.
But Xue Lengxiang was unhappy with the way the opponent chose to wear the sword so casually. This was a kind of disrespect for the warrior himself and the sword itself.
"Is there something wrong with being so hasty?" Xue Lengxiang asked patiently.
Xia Shang was a little confused. He drew his sword and swung it. The sword blade swept across the ground, leaving a deep and shallow sword mark.
"There's nothing wrong with it. It's sharp enough and that's enough."
Xue Lengxiang suppressed her voice: "Based on your swordsmanship, I think it is enough to deserve a sword made of fine materials. It shouldn't be so ordinary and casual."
What Xue Lengxiang said was heard by Fu Qianqian and Xue Shangqing, who were chasing after them, and they both looked over.
Xue Shangqing's original intention was to say a few words, but he was quite surprised when he heard his sister's words. He thought to himself: Why does my sister care about him?
Fu Qianqian looked at Xia Shang's sword but did not like it. She thought it was too plain and said bluntly: "This sword is not worthy of you."
Xia Shang was calm and ignored their opinions at all.
Xia Shang's sword was more of a decoration. He knew that he might not use the sword again for a long time after this, so he didn't need a good sword at all.
"Boss, how do you sell this handle?"
The gray-haired boss opened his eyes slightly on the recliner and replied seriously: "One hundred taels."
"One hundred taels!" Everyone gasped.
Xue Shangqing laughed directly: "Hahaha, it's really ridiculous. Your broken sword actually costs one hundred taels of silver. Not every weapon in the Shenwen Pavilion can cost more than one hundred taels of silver. Old man, you
You’re not crazy about money, are you?”
Xue Lengxiang seemed more rational and looked at the sword in Xia Shang's hand a few more times, but couldn't see any difference: "I wonder what's so special about this sword?"
"Is this what the disciples of Famous Sword Villa are capable of? You can't even see how good a sword is when it's placed in front of you?"
"Old man, what do you mean!" Xue Shangqing was furious.
Xia Shang didn't say much, just paid and left.
"Are you stupid? This sword is not worth the money at all!" Xue Lengxiang said anxiously, "You are a little bodyguard, even if you have money, you can't be cheated."
Xue Lengxiang meant well. Xia Shang's opinion of her changed a little, so he explained to her in a very positive manner: "I don't understand the quality of the sword, but I still know whether it is worth the price."
"One hundred taels can buy a hundred swords like this."
"The value of a sword does not lie in the sword itself, but in the owner of the sword. Some people wear swords to support themselves, and some people wear swords to support themselves. And I am exactly the latter. Incompetent people deserve famous swords to highlight themselves.
For its worth, a capable person can injure an enemy with dead leaves, grass, trees, so why bother with a sword? This sword may not be worth much now, but after passing by me, it won't be worth a hundred taels in the future.
"
Xue Lengxiang obviously didn't understand much, and looked confused.
Xue Shangqing, who was beside him, sneered: "You are just a fool if you are trying to make things mysterious."
But Fu Qianqian had been familiar with Xia Shang for a long time and knew what he was thinking, so he echoed: "Yes, yes, people who have no ability need those famous swords to show themselves. People as capable as Xia Shang don't need famous swords at all."
It shows itself, but this sword will be favored by Xia Shang in the future, and it will be sold for more than a hundred taels in the future!"
As Fu Qianqian spoke, he murmured in his heart: "If the sword that sits at the head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate cannot be sold, why not sell it for dozens of times? This person is really a profiteer." (To be continued)