In a remote shop, the shop only has two simple words "Jiange." This shop is not lonely, there is a "drink shop" next to it, which is also deserted and has the same name as "drink shop."

There are no pretty maids in Jiange as partners, and there are no gorgeous decorations. The walls of the shop are empty and visible, with nothing else except the walls.

The roof is covered with dense silk threads, and a sword is hung under each thread. There are all long swords, embroidered swords, short swords, and soft swords.

In the middle of the store, an old man was half candy on a chair. He was holding a wine pot in his hand, drunkenly and sleeping.

He was dressed in black and his hair and beard were like this. Even the wine pot in his hand was black to the end. His skin was like black charcoal, much darker than Xing Zhenzhen.

When I heard that a guest had entered, the old man was still lazy: "Welcome to come. If you want to choose a sword, you will not return or exchange if you want to buy it."

Tang Jiao entered with her. At this ferry, it was the first time that someone was so rude with him. He was so angry that he turned around and was about to leave.

Xing Zhen grabbed him and reminded him: "Leave my dragon pattern money first before leaving."

Tang Jiao looked in disbelief. Although she was Miss Tang Jia San, she was not arrogant and unreasonable. Her tone was quite tactful: "Are you sure you want to buy a sword in this store?"

When speaking, my eyes kept aiming at the lazy black old man, and the meaning was obvious. I had a bad attitude, and it was obviously a cheating person, and I was cheating on each person.

Xing Zhen was unmoved, his eyes were firm and his voice was gentle: "Give me the dragon pattern money, maybe I can use it."

"Hmph, I'll give it to you." Tang Jiao was angry and didn't act like a scoundrel. Since Xing Zhen really didn't leave, fortunately stayed to see what Xing Zhen had plans.

Gao Huihui, who was standing beside her, covered her mouth and giggled, "Are you two enemies?"

"Talking nonsense, be careful I'll scratch you." Tang Jiao's pretty face turned red, she stretched out her palm to make a scratching outfit, trying to make a vicious look.

Gao Huihui didn't care at all, her eyes wandering between Tang Jiao and Xing Zhen. She was full of provocation, for fear that Tang Jiao would not take action.

Sisters with big and small eyes are crazy and frantically, and Xing really has no mind. He stares at a small sword with a finger length, as dark as ink, engraved with dense patterns of evil ghosts, flying swords as big as palms, and the thickness of mother and son, carving thousands of evil ghosts.

There are all kinds of strange things, including five-headed ghosts, two-winged ghosts, and various human-shaped monsters.

The old man seemed to be able to feel Xing Zhen's eyes and explained hoarsely: "The flying sword is called hell, which can collect the souls of the ghosts and strengthen themselves. The nine dragon pattern money is not diluted."

Xing Zhen wanted to curse her in his heart, but the relationship was because he heard about asking for money from Tang Jiao. He had already made plans and did not intend to leave any of it for himself.

Seeing Xing really hesitated, the black old man said more: "It's worth the money, it can be warmed up in the Qi Mansion, or stored in the sword tomb. It not only kills people, but also takes away people's souls."

In fact, Xing really understands that the Flying Sword Underworld is worth this price. I originally wanted to bargain, but it would be a little bit more to save. Judging from the attitude in front of me, I am afraid that the nine dragon pattern money will not be saved.

Xing Zhen gritted his teeth and made up his mind with great difficulty: "I bought it."

The black old man laughed heartily when he heard this: "I knew that the little brother was a consignee. He just paid the dragon pattern money and took the flying sword by himself."

When paying the money, Xing Zhen asked the doubts in his heart: "Doesn't the flying sword here need to be maintained? If it is hanging here so simply, will it be lost all the spiritual energy?"

The black old man said nothing: "If you are capable of being born in heaven and earth, you should return to heaven and earth. The monks steal the spiritual energy between heaven and earth for their own use all year round, including the internal strength of the warrior. Although the internal strength is self-harvesting, it is actually a transformation of energy between heaven and earth."

"If you only take but not return, will the world be exhausted? Continuing to go like this is equivalent to a dead end. Sooner or later, the Kuanglong Continent will enter the Dharma-Ending Age."

Xing Zhen bent over and bowed: "I have received the teachings."

Apart from the shop, Tang Jiao, who had been silent all the time, suddenly became active: "It's really rare. Xing Zhen doesn't feel sorry for the Dragon Pattern Money? Why?"

Gao Huihui was also full of curiosity and chased her together and asked, "Tell me why?"

Xing Zhen’s answer is simple and direct, but Tang Jiao and Gao Huihui cannot refute: “Friends need it.”

Yes, Xing Zhen usually treats money as his life, but in his eyes, friends are more important than money.

The truth is simple and easy to understand, and Tang Jiao and Gao Huihui can understand it without thinking about it. In their eyes, this guy who is holding the door seems to be right and reasonable.

Xing Zhen and others left the shop, Jiange Bujiu, and an old man with white hair, white clothes and white shoes, and a paper-like face walked out of the wine shop next to him. He was carrying a wine pot and his body was snow-white.

After entering Jiange, he casually sat next to the black old man. He had no chair to sit on the ground. The black old man had no intention of giving up his position, and the white old man had no intention of grabbing the position.

The black old man lifted the wine pot, raised his head and poured it down, and the wine pot suddenly came to an end. The black old man was still unsatisfied, and opened his mouth and waited for the wine to slide down drop by drop. In the end, there was nothing left.

Old man Bai was used to it, and sat on the ground and waited, picking up the wine pot from time to time to have a drink, which was quite relaxed and comfortable.

Hei Wuchang handed out the wine pot: "There is no wine, go and get some back for me, and pay for credit, and calculate it together at the end of the year."

"No, I'll pay the money and the wine. It's the end of several years, and I haven't seen you settle a copper plate." Bai Wuchang pushed away the wine pot, and was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him.

The Black Impermanence Dead Pig is not afraid of boiling water: "We have no customers to visit for many years, so where can we get the spare money to buy wine? My sword is easy to say, and it can be returned to heaven and earth. What should you do if your wine is left for a long time? It will change the flavor and deteriorate. What a pity to throw it away. I don't dislike it, just drink it for you every day."

As we all know, wine is a heavy fragrance and there is no deterioration. The black old man obviously makes a point of improper meaning.

The old man Bai was lukewarm, but his actions really made the old man angry. He picked up the wine pot and took a sip. Then he let out a long sigh, sighing: "Good wine."

"I have wine and sins today, and I have money today. I have money to spend today. I am useless to keep money and not bring it to death. If I accidentally lose it, it will disappear in one day. If I am not careful, it will be the one who belongs to the nine dragon pattern money."

The two often quarreled, and the old man cursed each other, and the old man was not angry either. He glanced at him: "Can your wine go with you? No one dared to drink your wine except me. As your only customer, can you die if you suffer some loss on me?"

Bai Wuchang nodded: "What he said makes sense, it's better to exchange for a few swords."

"Bah, I think so beautifully. I just take out a sword here and throw it outside. It will definitely break the dog's head. I'm willing to sell it. It's not a problem to change it to a few thousand or hundreds of dragon patterns. Calculate it yourself, how much wine can I buy you?"

Bai Wuchang took a sip again and felt so angry that the black old man on the chair was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him.

After having fun, the old man Bai showed off his old aura and taught him a lesson: "I said Xiao Hei, this is your wrong thing. Do you dare to sell these swords, or do you dare to really let them return to heaven and earth?"

"The old man said that for the sake of long-term plans, these swords do not need to be brought back. Except for those who are destined to take them away, the rest of the remaining soldiers will be sent back to the world. Do you dare to make any decisions? I am generous and I will give you one if I don't change the wine. Just take it." Hei Wuchang found the opportunity to refute and did not forget to intimidate him.

"How dare you give your little white Mengpo wine to others except me?"

Bai Wuchang suddenly felt confident: "Hey, don't say, this time, the Mengpo wine can be given to the dead soul, but it can give the destined person a drink."

Hei Wuchang asked back: "Have you found someone with a destiny?"

Bai Wuchang was immediately discouraged: "No."

Hei Wuchang gloated: "There is no chance. The war in the south is about to begin. You and I will go back immediately. I don't know whether to live or die. Even if I live, the seven killings will be blessed after the war, and you and I will be busy."

Bai Wuchang nodded in recognition, but was helpless and sighed: "A turbulent autumn is a tiring rhythm."

"I'm not taking out your wine yet, and taking advantage of the time and how much you can drink." Hei Wuchang took the opportunity to instigate him, leaving no room for anything.

Bai Wuchang naturally would not be fooled and said, "You destroy the sword here first. I will watch them drink the wine in the wine shop after returning to heaven and earth."

Originally, he wanted to get some advantage, but he didn't expect Hei Wuchang to get up straight away. He walked to a golden three-foot blue peak and said loudly: "The double-pupil Zhong Feng used his sword when he debuted, and opened his pupils."

After the speech, the golden sword turned into powder.

As if it were the same, Hei Wuchang would chant a word every time he passed a sword. No matter how long or short the swords were all lost, all the spiritual energy turned into powder.

"Huang Dangji, who cut off the river with one sword, all the waterfalls were long when he debuted."

"I'll return when I debuted."

"Han Nianxin, whose sword energy is frozen, used to be frost descending when he debuted."

"Sit and watch the blessed land change for three hundred years, and temper the heart of the flawless and clear cold sword. Yin Yongchang used ruthlessness when he debuted."

"Born in a Vajra body, proves invincible Tao, Gu Lifu uses a sword to fight against the cow"

Every time he lost a sword, it was like cutting off a piece of Bai Wuchang's flesh. He almost cried with pain and kept cursing: "You prodigal son, you are unreasonable."

Black impermanence acted on his own until the last sword turned into powder, and the room was empty and nothing. Only the silk threads hanging from the roof proved that there was a sword here.

Hei Wuchang glanced at Bai Wuchang who was about to cry but not tears and asked, "Do you dare to hide it privately?"

Bai Wuchang's head shaking like a rattle, and replied peacefully: "Okay, since I can't wait for my destined person, bring Mengpo wine with me and you and I will leave immediately."

"Well, what are the medicines that the old man sells in the gourd? Why did he give the flying sword to that brat?" Hei Wuchang was always confused. He couldn't think of the answer, so he had to ask his companions.

Bai Wuchang was even more melancholy: "Ask me, and I'll ask who to go."

"It's not that I have accepted the disciples. The old man accepted the two disciples. In order to find a sword and a sword, we almost broke our legs. The old man is good, drink more and do less, so as not to suffer." Hei Wuchang became more and more afraid and shivered.

Bai Wuchang was open-minded at this time and left straight away, leaving a sentence from afar: "Heaven is going to beat Lei Niang and get married, but I can't control you and I'm lucky that I don't care."

Black and white people are impermanent, and their personalities are also impermanent.

On this day, two shops collapsed at the Tangjia Ferry Crossing in Nanbin City. The spiritual energy in Nanbin City suddenly became rich, and the talisman arrays and runes hidden underground and the seabed lit up one after another. On the dark ground, it was like the vast stars in the night sky.

On this day, at the Tangjia Ferry Crossing in Nanbin City, two figures, one black and one white, swept towards the sea and disappeared at the connection between the sea and the sky. The temperature in the entire Nanbin City dropped sharply, like a lush underworld.

The golden autumn is clear and cloudless. Goose feathers are falling heavily in the sky. Every snowflake is the size of a child's fist.

Hundreds of thousands of people in Nanbin City are shrouded in coldness. If not many ordinary people will be frozen to death.

The Qingyang seal in Jin Jia Lan Yuanyu's hand was as hot as a stove, and the golden light of the word "yang" at the bottom was shining brightly.

The golden font left the seal on its own, and a few sentences enlarged to cover the entire Nanbin City. The word "Yang" fell down with a bang, and the ordinary people could not perceive the slightest strangeness.

Only the cold and heavy snow in Nanbin City were shot into the ground. The strange phenomena of heaven and earth came like a dream and went away. Everything was still as usual, and life continued.

After quiet, there was no clue at all. Xing Zhen and Dandelion quarreled. Both sides held their own opinions and refused to give in to each other, and both agreed that their ideas were correct.

Since the two met, they had a relationship because of drinking, and the first time they disagree. The puppy implemented the spirit of bad friends and was very excited to watch the fun.

Just after the strange phenomenon of the world in Nanbin City, a piece of news broke out. Li Hanbai, the top brothel, committed suicide by taking poison after being forced to commit suicide by Xing Zhen.
Chapter completed!