Sure enough, no matter how good your understanding is, you can't know everything.
Such as cleaning, such as repairing wooden shelves.
Han Muye put the quilt in front of the table, put down some food he had brought, and walked upstairs.
He planned to ask Zeng Daniu to clean out the second floor tomorrow.
When Zeng Daniu turned around and was about to bow and salute, Han Muye had already gone upstairs.
The aroma of hot food on the table and the brand new bedding made Zeng Daniu a little overwhelmed.
He stepped forward, wiped his hands vigorously, and then carefully touched the quilt.
Whether it was in a water village or a small canoe, he had never slept on such a soft bedding.
The only bedding in the house that is still warm is where my mother-in-law sleeps with her ten-month-old baby.
"Is this what it means to be a servant of the Great Immortal?" Zeng Daniu's eyes glowed.
At this time, on another island more than 3,000 miles away from Yinghuo Island, on the first floor of a seven-story red octagonal building, a middle-aged man in a blood-colored robe handed a scroll and a small jade box to the black man in front of him.
youth.
"These are three hundred spirit beads. Get this person's head back within ten days."
The young man in black nodded, took the jade box, unfolded the scroll, and saw on it a young swordsman in white robes.
"Sword Cultivator of Three Hundred Spiritual Beads, Manager Chang is so generous this time." The young man grinned, put away the scroll, turned around and left.
Watching him leave, Steward Chang turned his head and walked upstairs with his hands behind his back. As he walked, he muttered: "I will kill a sword cultivator with thirty thousand spirit beads. I will kill someone in the life building. Do you want to go to such trouble?"
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On the second day, Zeng Daniu cleaned up everything in the shop, and the craftsmen who came to repair the wooden frames of doors and windows also came and trimmed the magnolia tree. The light on the second floor was much better.
Standing in front of the window, you can watch the people on the street.
In the afternoon, Han Muye took a spiritual stone and gave it to Zeng Daniu.
He himself no longer needs to eat food, he can just nourish his body with spiritual temperature and refine his qi and blood.
Zeng Daniu, a mortal, needs to eat.
A piece of spiritual stone can be exchanged for a thousand jade shells, which are common among mortals on the island, and one can feed Zeng Da Niu a full meal.
Zeng Daniu was reluctant to part with the spirit stone, but Han Muye glared at him, so he carefully took the spirit stone in exchange for jade shells, and then bought the cheapest food and brought it back.
Han Muye stood in front of the wooden frame, stretched out his hand to hold a sword, and gently pulled it out.
The common utensil has become somewhat rusty because it has not been maintained for a long time.
The main island land has a humid climate.
The spiritual materials used in this sword are pretty good, and the crafting techniques are also skillful.
A trace of sword energy penetrated the sword body, and Han Muye saw the process of making the sword.
"Hongyun Casting Sword House."
This is a sword produced in a weapon-refining workshop on an island thousands of miles away.
Not only the weapon refining workshop, Broken Star Island, but also other alchemy workshops and talisman drawing places, there are one or two masters, leading their own apprentices, recruiting more people, and slowly growing bigger.
Sword energy circulates in the long sword, and the sword body that has not been maintained for a long time vibrates, with streaks of light shining on it.
Han Muye let go of the hilt of the sword and allowed the sword energy to flow through the sword.
Now he has no shortage of sword energy. This sword energy is directly poured into the long sword, allowing the long sword to return to its original state, even more refined and sharp.
There were only ba3 long and short swords on the wooden frame, and Han Muye had inspected them all.
Three of them have some stories, they are the swords of Broken Star Island Sword Master.
It is easy to imagine where this sword came from and where its owner is.
From these swords, Han Muye also learned a lot of secrets on Broken Star Island.
In other words, the rules of Broken Star Island.
Broken Star Island is a place of free trade, where major forces establish their bases and trade with the Endless Emperor.
The Endless Heavenly Lord is the master of the Endless Sea.
Han Muye had never thought that the endless sea that could dissolve the reincarnation of heaven and earth and the power of cause and effect, and that could annihilate countless starry worlds, actually had a master.
So how strong must this Endless Heavenly Lord be?
Trading on Broken Star Island is protected, and no one dares to disobey the trading rules.
But once you leave the island and are on the dark endless sea, your life or death will depend on your own strength.
Of course, the rules on Broken Star Island are also on the surface.
For example, some forces that take on dirty work and dirty work still live a very comfortable life.
After putting the swords back, Han Muye took out some of his collection of long swords and placed them on the wooden stand.
The Yujing Sword Shop is about to reopen, so it should display more swords.
The swords Han Muye took were not very high-end, and were about the same level as the swords Zhao Yujing took away.
There are three high-grade spiritual weapons, five medium-grade spiritual weapons, low-grade spiritual weapons and half-spiritual weapons, a total of more than a dozen pieces.
Only with these swords can the sword shop be opened.
When the swords were placed, the appearance of the shop suddenly changed.
A faint sharp aura filled the first floor of the store.
Zeng Daniu, who had returned from shopping for something to eat, shivered all over as soon as he entered the store.
Han Muye turned around to look, pondered for a moment, went up to the second floor, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote some words, and drew a few splash-ink paintings.
These calligraphy and paintings are mixed with a little awe-inspiring energy and sword energy. Hanging them in a shop can suppress the sword energy in the store.
If the sword pavilion on Jiuxuan Mountain had had these things back then, there would have been no such thing as sword watchers being corroded by the sword energy and having their longevity cut off.
Zeng Daniu was asked to look at the shop, and Han Muye went to Jia Wu's shop next door.
Jia Wu's shop specializes in tools for refining various fish bones and fish scales.
There are daggers made of fish bones, long whips, and spears.
Armor made of fish scales, and various small items.
The fish bone weapons are not very powerful, only three or two of them are spiritual weapons, most of them are mortal weapons or semi-spiritual weapons.
Maybe Jia Wu doesn't put the real treasure in the open.
Needless to say, when Han Muye came, he saw many people in the store choosing, while Jia Wu was looking at the fish bones sent by an old man in a short shirt.
Seeing Han Muye coming, Jia Wu stepped forward to greet him.
Han Muye asked where he could find framed calligraphy and paintings.
Jia Wu thought about it and said with a smile: "You can frame it at the furniture shop on the corner of the street, but there are not many practitioners who turn to Confucianism on Broken Star Island."
The rules on Broken Star Island are somewhat inconsistent with Confucianism and Taoism, which advocate self-cultivation and tranquility. Even if there are practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism who come here, most of them will not stay for too long.
Seeing Han Muye holding a scroll of calligraphy and painting under his arm, Jia Wu smiled and said: "When Brother Zhao was in the store, I asked him to decorate the store so that it would not be so sinister that it would be difficult for people to get close to him."
"With your way of doing things, business will definitely be better than his."
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
Jiange disciples actually don't care whether the business is good or not.
After all, they are mainly collecting swords, keeping the ones they need and storing them in the sword pavilion.
Good things won’t sell anyway, so how can business be good?
As for the sword appraisal business, there are not many scammers who actually come to your door.
"Shopkeeper Han, you are here for the first time. We have discussed having a small banquet for you at the restaurant on Qian Street tonight."
Jia Wu smiled and looked at Han Muye: "They are all neighbors nearby. If you live here permanently in the future, you will inevitably see each other when you look down."
This is true.
"Okay, I will definitely be there tonight." Han Muye handed over his hand and walked out of Jia Wu's shop.
After sending the calligraphy and paintings to the furniture store, explaining how to frame them, and leaving a deposit of a spiritual stone, Han Muye returned to the sword shop.
If these calligraphy and paintings were in Tianxuan Imperial City, they would be worth at least several million spiritual stones.
On this Broken Star Island, a single spiritual stone can be used to frame everything.
The owner of the furniture store looked at some splash-ink paintings and recommended to Han Muye the decorative scrolls sold in the store.
Not to mention, those scrolls look much more festive than Han Muye's splash-ink paintings.
"Shopkeeper, there were two customers who wanted to buy swords just now. After seeing them, they asked about the price. I didn't know. Tell them to wait for you to come back."
When Han Muye returned to his sword shop, Zeng Daniu rushed to greet him and spoke carefully.
The business was ruined when he came up, and he felt uneasy.
Hearing his words, Han Muye waved his hands and said, "If someone comes in the future and I'm not here, ask them to leave a name note. If they don't, just tell them to wait until I come back."
Anyway, he is not serious about selling swords, he just wants to buy them or not.
Thinking of this, he took the paper roll to the wooden stand and put a label next to each sword.
It briefly introduces the quality, characteristics, and price of the sword.
Since he didn't really want to sell them, he added 30% to the price of the jade swords.
One mortal weapon is equivalent to ten thousand spiritual stones.
He listed several semi-spiritual long swords at a price of fifty thousand spiritual stones.
Each top-grade spiritual weapon contains eight hundred thousand spiritual stones.
Zeng Daniu was illiterate, so Han Muye roughly explained the prices of these swords.
If you meet someone who really wants to buy it, then accept the spiritual stone according to the price.
The figures of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of spirit stones made Zeng Daniu's eyes widen.
His legs and feet were trembling a little.
No matter how strong the wind and waves were, no matter how cold the weather was, he had never been so nervous.
These swords, which I thought were not very valuable, were actually so precious?
Thinking that he had almost offered three or five spiritual stones to sell the sword, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Han Muye went out at night and had a drink with Jia Wu and others at a restaurant on Qian Street.
Broken Star Island has a lot of seafood and good wine.
Han Muye was very knowledgeable and well-spoken, which made the shop owners and shopkeepers who came to the party look at him.
In particular, he seemed to be involved in the art of alchemy and weapon refining, which impressed the two shopkeepers who owned an elixir shop and a weapon refining shop.
After a banquet, several shopkeepers pulled Han Muye to ask him to chat alone.
Han Muye agreed one by one, and then went back to his shop as it was getting late.
It was already midnight, and there were not many people on the street in front.
Not far from Yujingjian Shop, you can see Zeng Daniu sitting on the stone steps in front of the shop, with the shop door ajar.
"Fellow Taoist, you walked with me for most of the street. Do you want to follow me to the store?"
Han Muye stood in the avenue and suddenly spoke softly.
After hearing his words, a young man in black, three feet away behind him, said calmly, "I'm just curious about how a swordsman would open a shabby shop here."
"However, the one I like to kill the most is the sword cultivator."
"Because, I am too——"
Before the young man finished speaking, a long and thin sword in his hand had already stabbed Han Muye directly in the back.
From a distance of three feet, it only took an instant for the sword to reach three feet from Han Muye's back.
But these three feet feel like the end of the world.
The young man's eyes widened and he stared at his sword, which he moved forward one foot after another, but could not penetrate three feet into Han Muye's back.
"This, this is the power of space?"
The young man's face was pale, and he clenched the hilt of the sword tightly without giving up, pressing forward fiercely.
"when--"
A long sword was cut off from nowhere, knocking the sword from his hand away.
Han Muye turned around and grabbed the sword, infusing it with spiritual energy and sword energy.
A picture flashed in my mind.
"The person who took over the building?"
The young man who lost his sword turned pale. He stared at the sword and stared at it, daring not to speak.
Yi Jian picked his own sword, and according to the rules of the life-killing building, he had to fight to the death.
But for such a great sword cultivator, even if he charges to death, it will have no effect, right?
Such a strong person can be killed with three hundred spirit beads?
Han Muye saw the origin of this young man from the rapier, saw how killers were trained in the Death Building, and saw someone bidding for his life.
I have only been on Broken Star Island for two days, and the only people I offended were Zhu Wuwu and Zuo Tianya.
"How many spirit beads is my life worth?"
Han Muye looked at the young man with some amusement.
The young man's name is Shao Tianyi, and he can be regarded as the elite of his generation in the Death Building.
The steward entrusted the task to him, which was regarded as taking it seriously.
"Three, three hundred spirit beads..." Shao Tianyi said as he took out the jade box he carried with him.
Han Muye smiled.
Really stingy.
Is the life of a great sword cultivator like me only worth three hundred spirit beads?
But think about it, maybe there is a middleman who makes the difference.
Thinking of the time when he was refining elixirs on Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang, and how the sect earned the price difference from it, Han Muye looked at Shao Tianyi with some sympathy.
He is also exploited.
"Give me a reason not to kill you." Han Muye slowly pointed forward with the rapier in his hand.
A chilling aura instantly enveloped Shao Tianyi.
Shao Tianyi's arms trembled and he gritted his teeth.
Whether you save your life or lose your life depends on what you say now.
If someone doing this dirty business is caught and killed on the spot, no one will care about him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even Suiminglou will not send people to collect the corpses, nor will they send people to take revenge.
Who would waste energy on a dead person?
For such a great swordsman, his own death is nothing more than crushing an ant to death.
If you want to survive...
"I, if I don't die, no one else will come to kill you in Suiminglou."
Shao Tianyi stared at Han Muye closely, gritted his teeth and spoke.
He is gambling.
I bet a great swordsman like Han Muye would not want to get into trouble when he came to open a shop on this small Firefly Island.
The Death Building is one of the fifteenth floors of the Three Palaces and Seven Pavilions. Shao Tianyi died today, and there will be other killers coming later.
As long as Shao Tianyi is not dead, this task is still pending and no one else will come to him for at least a year and a half.
The sword intent in Han Muye's hand was solid and seemed to penetrate Shao Tianyi's heart.
This cold power made Shao Tian's whole body feel numb.
He closed his eyes slightly and waited for the sword to pierce his body.
When you complete a mission by yourself and fight with your companions, does it always look like this?
"Canglang——"
The subtle sound of the sword being sheathed came.
Shao Tianyi felt his arm tremble, and when he looked again, his rapier was thrown back into the scabbard by Han Muye.
Seeing Han Muye turn around and walk back to Yujing Sword Shop, Shao Tian breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.
It turns out that I am also afraid of death...
He looked up at Yujingjian Shop, forced a smile on his face, and walked slowly over.
When Zeng Daniu was about to close the store door, Shao Tian blocked the door one by one.
"It's closed today, I want to buy a sword-" Before Zeng Daniu could finish his words, Shao Tianyi said softly: "Brother, I am the shopkeeper's new recruit."
New guy?
This palm-sized shop needs two clerks?
Zeng Daniu thought that he had failed in his business, was illiterate, had never seen the world, and was not yet a practitioner, and he felt confused for a moment.
Is this job going to be lost?
When he woke up, Shao Tianyi had already squeezed into the shop, closed the door and bolted it.
"Brother, my name is Shao Tianyi, let's work together from now on."
Looking around, his eyes fell on the newly laid quilt, and Shao Tian opened his mouth and said.
Zeng Daniu scratched his head and muttered: "Don't think I snore..."
On the second floor of the sword shop, Han Muye withdrew his spiritual thoughts, raised his hand to lay out a golden array, and then practiced cross-legged.
This Shao Tianyi was quite shrewd, he knew to stay in his shop and not give Suiminglou a chance to send anyone else.
The array was shrouded in golden light, and Han Muye's vigorous spiritual energy surged.
He is not far from the Heaven Realm now, but his previous accumulation in the Heaven Realm is still not rich enough.
Lu Yang had suppressed his cultivation for hundreds of years, and when he broke through, he entered the ninth level of Nascent Soul.
Even Qian Yiming also suppressed his cultivation and soared into the sky.
Unfortunately, due to the century-old Taoist struggle, Han Muye did not have much time to suppress and accumulate.
But he can try his best to make his qualifications stronger.
The spiritual light circulated, and the pills around him turned into nothingness.
These are at least six-grade elixirs, and they are of extremely high quality. Each one is worth millions of spiritual stones.
A single practice consumes nearly ten million spiritual stones. Only Han Muye can do such a luxurious thing.
Zeng Daniu and Shao Tianyi were in charge of the business in the store, while Han Muye only went downstairs to take a look every day and practice meditation.
The aura of Broken Star Island is also quite rich and contains water aura, which is very suitable for practice.
Zeng Daniu privately begged Shao Tianyi to teach him how to practice. Unfortunately, Zeng Daniu seemed to have no cultivation qualifications and could not sense spiritual energy at all.
For more than half a month, Yujingjian Shop quietly opened and made three transactions.
A mortal artifact was sold for 10,000 spiritual stones.
Two low-grade spiritual weapons were exchanged for a bag of spiritual beads and some elixirs.
Bartering is possible on Broken Star Island.
In the world of spiritual practice, there are many people like this.
When the third deal was completed, Han Muye gave Zeng Daniu a spiritual bead and asked him to go home to visit his relatives.
For more than half a month, this guy would sometimes hold Shao Tianyi in his arms at night and call her "mother-in-law" happily.
Zeng Daniu happily hid the spirit pearl in the corner of his clothes, then ran away holding some other small items he had saved to take home.
On Broken Star Island, one spirit bead is worth a thousand spirit stones. This spirit bead alone is enough for them all to live for a lifetime.
"Shopkeeper, aren't you afraid that he won't come back?" Seeing Zeng Daniu running away, Shao Tian turned to look at Han Muye.
"You can go too."
Han Muye said calmly.
Shao Tian forced a smile on his face.
Do you dare, yourself?
In the afternoon, golden light flashed on the light screen of the formation in front of Han Muye.
He put away the formation disk and walked downstairs. Shao Tian hurriedly stepped forward.
"Shopkeeper, this man is looking at swords in the shop and asked if he can judge swords."
Shao Tianyi pointed at the old man in green robe standing in front of a calligraphy and painting, and spoke in a low voice.
At this time, if the old man felt something, he turned to look at Han Muye, nodded slightly and smiled.
"Are you the shopkeeper of the sword shop?"
"Do you want to sell your calligraphy and painting?"