Chapter Seven Encounter in Bingzhai

"Bao Bing Zhai?"

Zong Shou remembered that this big merchant specializing in weapons was quite famous in later generations. It has almost monopolized the cloud world, and nearly 20% of the armor transactions have even expanded to other worlds, and even those worlds in the spiritual world have also been involved.

Known for its high price and high quality, the first choice for all high-level warriors looking for weapons is this Bao Bing Zhai.

It just so happens that at this moment, he also intends to find some suitable self-defense weapons for himself in this ancient spirit collection. At the moment, he hesitated for a moment, and strode in.

The shopkeeper here is about thirty years old. Just like in Zong Shou's memory, Bao Bing Zhai's managers and shopkeepers in various places are full of smiles, with a gentle and courteous image, calm and honest, and with some cunning unique to businessmen. With just one glance, it was obvious that the two people were dressed in extraordinary clothes, they were not ordinary rich and noble families, so they went forward to greet them personally.

Zong Shou didn't care, and first looked around roughly. The weapons here are all high-quality products that have been honed over thousands of years. They are relatively high-end, and it is difficult for ordinary warriors to care about them.

Then his eyes turned to the corners where various projection devices were placed. After wandering around for a while, he secretly shook his head in his heart. Those talisman weapons, in this era, really haven't been popular yet.

But he didn't feel disappointed, so he turned to the shopkeeper next to him and asked, "Is it possible to customize weapons here?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled when he heard the words: "As long as the requirements are not too high, no matter what kind of weapon, as long as it is a branch of my Baobingzhai, it can be customized! Do you have a blueprint for the weapon? Or describe it—"

Zong Shou didn't answer, and walked directly to the counter. He took out two pieces of yellow paper and started drawing.

Within a moment, a willow-leaf flying knife and a long needle were drawn on the paper. The shape is ordinary, and there is nothing special about it. It's just that there are more inscribed lines with unknown meanings on it, which is quite beautiful.

Chuxue next to him kept watching curiously, but couldn't see why, and finally said: "The young master's paintings are really good, much better than before. Then Linhai Academy also teaches painting?"

Zong Shou smiled when he heard the words, dropped the Langhao brush in his hand, and his expression became condensed: "The knife is two inches long and as thin as a cicada's wing. It is made of fine steel and mixed with three grams of blood copper. I want three grams of this kind of knife. A hundred! This needle also needs the same material. There are four sizes of two inches, one inch and three inches, one inch, and half an inch, and each needs a hundred. How long does it take to make these?"

The shopkeeper's forehead was already wrinkled with countless deep lines. After pondering for a while, he said with a bitter smile: "Although the things you draw are small, they are extremely delicate, especially the lines, they should be talisman soldiers, right? Our branch shop can make them. But there are too few people. If you want to make these talismans The text is not bad at all, and it will take at least ten days."

Zong Shou had already expected that it would only take ten days, even far exceeding his expectations. But now, he doesn't have so much time to wait.

"Ordinary blacksmiths, of course they can't. But as far as I know, every branch of your Baobingzhai has spirit forgers stationed there? I want to get these things within half an hour!"

The shopkeeper looked at Zong Shou in surprise, then nodded slightly and said: "Indeed, there are three of them stationed in my store. However, it is expensive to ask a spirit trainer to refine these weapons. Three hundred willows Leaf talisman knife, 400 fine steel talisman needles, made of artificial materials, only needs 7,000 full silver. It can be refined by talisman masters, and at least 150,000 grains of silver are required—"

Zong Shou smiled coldly, and turned to look at Chuxue. Anyway, he was penniless, so he could only ask his maid for help.

Since I can afford a cloud-turning cart and use sixteen cloud-riding steeds, I think it should be easy to spend this little money.

The latter did not disappoint him, and took out a silk sac casually. There are more than 300 crystals of various colors shaking inside, making jingling and pleasing sounds. Then only two of the fiery red crystals were taken out and placed on the counter.

The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly brightened: "The third-grade fire tiger beast crystal can be worth 100,000 grains of silver. Please wait a moment, sir. Three hundred talisman knives and four hundred talisman needles can be fetched with only half a cup of tea."

After speaking, he turned and left. Zong Shou was stunned for a while. He also had some crystals like this, and they were all second- and third-tier beast crystals, which he kept in his pocket.

But a third-tier fire tiger beast crystal is worth one hundred thousand grains of silver, what are you kidding about?

After a while, he seemed to realize something again. At this time, the spiritual energy is thin, and such beast crystals are estimated to be very rare. Rare things are more expensive, and they are worth more than later generations, so it is natural and natural.

It is estimated that the family background of 'myself' is not only extremely noble, but also powerful.

The flying knives and needles have all been ordered, but he still lacks a sword by his side. The fine steel sword that he carried with him was sharp, but it was still a bit weak.

However, this sword does not need to be customized. There are several talisman swords in Baibingzhai, which are regarded as the treasures of the town store, and are placed at the forefront, and they are all carefully refined.

Standing in front of the weapon rack, Zong Shou hesitated for a long time before taking a gleaming Songwen Fengjian in his hand.

Among several talisman swords, this sword is not outstanding. However, the wind can speed up and be more self-defense. The weight is extremely light, and it doesn't need to consume too much energy for him, which is exactly what he needs.

I danced and danced again, which was barely smooth.

Su Chuxue had already frowned slightly by the side, and said hesitantly: "Young master, these talisman swords are difficult to use without true energy and spirituality. It is better to use ordinary weapons—"

Zong Shou didn't answer, and just silently guided the air currents in the sea of ​​air into the blade of Song Wen Feng Jian in his hand. Kankan is just when the runes are about to be activated. But Su Chuxue turned around suddenly, her upper body slightly bent, her eyes were full of murderous intent, and she looked at the door vigilantly.

At the same time, a laugh came from Zong Shou's ears: "It's true that we don't meet each other anywhere in life. I didn't expect to meet my cousin in such a remote place as the ancient spirit collection. Didn't Shoudi study in Linhai Academy? Spiritual method? How did you get here?"

At the door of the store, a handsome young man walked in with a light smile. The same is extremely handsome, and his words and demeanor make people feel like spring breeze.

Zong Shou leaned back subconsciously. Subconsciously, he felt fear and a faint hatred towards this man. The next moment, his eyes narrowed slightly again, knowing that it was the residual instinct of this body.

In this era, except for the few figures who are above all living beings, even those unborn heavenly powerhouses, he is confident that he can deal with them calmly. What kind of virtue and ability does this person have, what qualifications does he have to make him fear?

Pass it directly and throw it behind it. Behind this person, there are two stalwart men who follow step by step. His expression was silent and his breath was dead, like the shadow of a young man.

But in his view, these two people are like swords hidden in the cloth, hard to hide their sharp edges, and extremely dangerous.

Both this young man and the two servants behind him are all capable of martial arts. Compared with Chuxue, there is no difference.

It's just that he doesn't know these three people. The one who called him cousin only had a few fragments in his mind. All he could do was turn around, staring blankly.

The young man was also very cooperative. After taking a look at Zong Shou, he smiled again and said, "After staying in the academy for three years, I don't know me anymore. When I was young, you often called me Brother Yu, do you remember?"

Zong Shou just seemed to be stunned, but Chuxue let out a cold snort, and his murderous intent became even more intense: "You are hypocritical, young master, among the dozen or so brothers, you, Zong Yu, are the only ones who like hypocrisy! The people Uncle Yin and I have killed in the past few days are not They were all sent by you? To assassinate the prince, the crime is to destroy the family! Sooner or later, the king will kill all of you villains who betrayed the master!"

Zong Yu didn't care, but laughed loudly: "What a good one! I haven't seen you for a long time, Xueer, you are still so cute, Zong Yu is really reluctant to kill you. Hehe, a few months ago, where is Zong Yu? Dare to have the slightest disagreement? But now that my uncle is confirmed dead, even if I, Zong Yu, take the life of Shoudi, what can others do to me?"

Chuxue's complexion turned pale immediately, her figure flickered, and she snorted coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Only fools believe—"

Zong Yu smiled, as if he was too lazy to argue with Chuxue, and still said to himself: "Now the position of the demon king is vacant, there are people with ulterior motives inside, and powerful enemies outside are watching. Is it possible that this trash is really going to sit on the seat?" Is the throne not possible?"

Looking at Zong Shou, Zong Yu sneered again: "I came here just to tell Shoudi. You and I are brothers after all. If you are willing to give up the position of son, I, Zong Yu, can spare your life. If not, Don't blame you Brother Yu, you are ruthless and ruthless. This is not when you were young, as long as you beg for mercy, I will let you go-"

After speaking, he walked away. Inside Baibingzhai, Chuxue looked pale and Zong Shou was thoughtful.