Pure Yang!

Chapter 213: Daoist Sword! Tiger Hongshanjun
The fragments seem to be in the shape of dragons and tigers, and the faint cold light captivates the soul.

After just one glance, Zhang Fan stopped and could no longer move away. He seemed to have some kind of sense and was deeply attracted by the metal fragment.

"What is this?" Zhang Fan pointed at the metal fragments and couldn't help asking.

At this moment, the sleepy stall owner raised his head. He was an old man with a red nose, gray eyebrows, wearing a worn cotton jacket and a pair of slippers with cartoon patterns.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the metal fragments, and then looked at Zhang Fan.

"Young man, you have a good eye. This is the most valuable treasure in my stall."

As he spoke, the old man with rosacea picked up the scraps of metal and started talking big.

"This thing was collected from a Taoist temple in Xijiang Province. The temple was hidden in the mountains at least during the Tang and Song dynasties, and it is a thousand years old..." The old man with rosacea rubbed the metal fragment in his hand with his thick fingers like a carrot.

"This treasure was found in the Taoist temple and enshrined on the altar in the inner hall. It should be a fragment of a magic sword." The old man with rosacea said with great certainty.

"Fragments of the magic sword!?" Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Old man, are you kidding? How can this piece of broken iron be related to the magic sword?" Fang Changle took a look and couldn't help laughing.

The sword of the law is a sacred item from ancient times, supreme and precious, revered by both humans and gods. Taoists all like it, and it can be used for self-defense when traveling, and it can be used to exorcise evil and recruit generals when setting up an altar.

Because of this, magic swords are extremely difficult to forge. Some Taoists go deep into the mountains to practice mystical cultivation, spending their entire lives trying to forge a magic sword, but they fail.

There are many methods for forging magic swords, all of which are secret.

It was recorded in the Daoist Canon: Anyone who studies Taoism should know how to practice the Great Sword Technique. Fast for 100 days, take nine pounds of iron from Shanzhou, make a furnace with red clay, and a model with yellow clay. Melt the iron with fierce fire to make juice, face south and go up to the Heavenly Gate. Recite the mantras of the 24 generals, write 24 talismans, make a ball of cinnabar wine, open the furnace and throw it into the iron juice...

This is just one of the ways of forging a magic sword that has been recorded in writing, and the process is extremely complicated.

Throughout the ages, in Taoism, every mountain, every sect, and every school, once a magic sword is forged, it must be passed on to future generations, with an orderly inheritance and incense burning as offerings. Once it is driven, it has powers that are unpredictable by gods and ghosts, and opportunities that are difficult for heaven and earth to predict.

The ancients also called him the sword-refining immortal.

Fang Changle was born in Maoshan, so he had naturally seen real magic swords and had good eyesight.

This piece of metal debris is ordinary, and there are even spots of rust on the surface. Even if it is just a fragment, it is definitely not the quality of a magic sword.

"Young man, there are many kinds of magic swords, and they are also divided into different grades. This is just a fragment. Do you think it is the [Three Five Demon Slayers] from Mount Longhu? It must also be accompanied by a shocking miracle?" The old man with rosacea sneered.

Sanwu Zhanxie, known as the best sword in Taoism.

Taoism has three treasures: talismans, seals and swords.

At that time, Zhang Daoling, the founder of Mount Longhu, attained enlightenment on Mount Heming and met the Jade Emperor, who taught him the Heavenly Book of Elixir and gave him three treasures: the talisman, the seal and the sword.

Among them, the magic sword bestowed was the famous [Three-Five Demon-Slaying Male and Female Divine Swords], also known as Three-Five Demon-Slaying, Heavenly Master Sword, Yin-Yang Sword, etc.

It is said that later, the Yin Sword was buried in the Jiegui Well on Heming Mountain, while the Yang Sword was passed down from generation to generation in the Longhu Zhang family.

"Uncle, can you let me see it?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Young man, take a look."

The old man with rosacea grinned and handed the fragment in his hand to Zhang Fan.

When I took it, a warm feeling came from my fingertips, as if a warm current was melting, as if this fragment was not metal, but jade.

clang... clang... clang...

At this moment, Zhang Fan was in a trance, and seemed to hear the sound of iron felt being hammered in his ears, one hammer after another, clanging powerfully, coming from the deep mountains. There was a faint burst of fire, like thunder in the sky, splashing out a cloud-like trajectory.

At this moment, the strange patterns on the fragments seemed to come alive in Zhang Fan's eyes, and were actually wriggling and changing.

"Hey, hey..."

Fang Changle's voice rang in his ears, and he waved his hands in front of Zhang Fan, pulling his thoughts back.

"Have you finished reading it?"

"Uncle, how much is this fragment?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Young man, I know from the first sight that you and I are destined to be together. If someone else asked, I would definitely ask for a very high price. But you... just give me a price to establish our relationship. How about three hundred thousand?" said the old man with rosacea generously.

"What? Isn't that too much?" Fang Changle's eyes widened.

A piece of broken debris actually asked for three hundred thousand. It's really like a three-year layoff. If you can get a piece of it, you'll get it. If you can catch a big fool, you'll fleece him to death.

"Let's go, let's go. For three hundred thousand, I can buy you ten or eight tons of this stuff."

Fang Changle shook his head and pulled Zhang Fan away. This was not the way to spend money.

"Uncle, can I bite you back?" Zhang Fan asked humbly.

"You are a kind young man. I will give you a favor and give you a price."

The old man with rosacea grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth. He looked at Zhang Fan with a pleasing look, but on the contrary, he looked at Fang Changle with disgust.

I don't know where this ignorant little bastard came from, who is specifically trying to ruin his business.

"Fifteen." Zhang Fan stretched out a palm.

"Fifteen thousand? Young man, that's a lot of money..." The old man with rosacea said with a look of pain: "Whatever, we are destined to be together..."

"No, no, no, it's not 150,000. It's 15, not 10,000." Zhang Fan raised his hand to gesture.

"Fifteen... not ten thousand? That's one... fifteen dollars!?"

The old man with rosacea stared at Zhang Fan with eyes wide open, unable to believe what he heard.

"Fifteen bucks? Even if I sell it as scrap, it won't f**k up for more than that, right!?"

"Haha, this price is really a neck-stranglehold." Fang Changle laughed out loud.

"Old man, will you sell it?"

"No, young man, look at the skin, the patina, and the age... Fifteen dollars? What do you think?" The old man with rosacea became anxious and snatched the fragment from Zhang Fan's hand.

"alright, that's fine."

Zhang Fan shook his head and took Fang Changle away from the stall of the old man with rosacea.

"Young man, add a little more... one hundred thousand... eighty thousand... sixty thousand..."

The old man with rosacea kept lowering the price behind him, but Zhang Fan didn't even turn his head and walked faster.

"One hundred and fifty dollars, take it."

The old man with rosacea gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and made up his mind.

"make a deal!"

Zhang Fan ran back to the stall of the old man with rosacea like a ghost and took the metal fragment directly from the latter's hand.

"Young man, you are even more cruel than this old man." The old man with rosacea glared at Zhang Fan and said with gritted teeth.

"Hehe, learn from the seniors."

"Scan code!"

The old man with rosacea snorted and directly showed the QR code.

drop……

"One hundred and fifty yuan has arrived in my account..."

With a loud call, the deal was done.

"Have a safe trip, young man." The old man with rosacea said, biting his back teeth.

"Sir, your business is booming."

Zhang Fan grinned and put the so-called "fragment of the magic sword" into his pocket.

"What a little bastard."

The old man with rosacea narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhang Fan's receding back, and murmured softly.

Zhang Fan got the fragment, put it in his pocket, held it in his hand, and the warm feeling kept coming, making him feel extremely comfortable, just like getting a foot massage. He ordered a pure green set meal for 498 yuan, which made his soul penetrate as if all the meridians in his body were connected.

"Why did you buy that thing? I don't think it's even worth one hundred and fifty." Fang Changle said casually.

In his eyes, it was just a piece of broken iron, simply made to look old, and the workmanship was really crude.

"I'll use it to open the package." Zhang Fan said casually.

He swept his eyes across the crowd and looked at Fang Changle.

"Did you find anything?"

"No, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Come and try..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Fang Changle suddenly stopped and stood there, his eyes like hooks, staring at the distance. "Huh!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and followed Fang Changle's gaze, but it fell on a shop, and it was a shop he had been to before.

"Bug-bo!?"

The first time he came to the black market, he came here with this stone gecko and accompanied the latter to buy an aura insect.

Zhang Fan still remembered that he and Su Shiyu did not go in at that time, but just waited outside.

According to Shi Shougong, the owner of this shop doesn't like dealing with strangers and only greets old customers.

"what happened?"

"That feeling comes back again, the scent I smelled on you last time."

A cold light flashed in Fang Changle's eyes. He walked straight over, lifted the curtain, and walked into the [Chongbao] shop. A special smell filled the small air. People who like to keep reptiles should be familiar with this smell.

"no one……"

"I have been searching everywhere for a long time, but I still can't find it. The old beast lives here."

Fang Changle's eyes sparkled as he looked at a mask on the counter. The mask was hanging on the shelf. The portrait was ferocious, like the face of a ferocious beast, revealing a weird and evil nature.

"Yinhu is very mysterious and cautious. Although I entered Wuwei Gate and became his subordinate, I only had direct contact with him three times..." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"During these three meetings, he wore this mask."

"The owner of this shop is Yinhu?" Zhang Fan's expression was slightly condensed. No wonder he was so mysterious.

call……

Suddenly, a figure flashed outside the shop, like a gust of wind, swinging the door curtain.

"Who?"

"Chase!"

Fang Changle was the first to react. He took a step forward and followed like lightning.

Zhang Fan followed closely behind and saw a figure wearing a black windbreaker. The whole person was like a black shadow, rushing straight upstairs.

He was extremely fast, like a snake, moving straight up the stairs.

The black market is located in an abandoned unfinished building, with only the first to seventh floors open as shops. The higher you go, the less lights there are, and the stairs have no railings, with an all-encompassing "cement industrial style".

"Why is he running? Is Yinhu so cowardly?" Zhang Fan followed behind and couldn't help but ask.

"What if it's you?" Fang Changle didn't even turn his head.

"To silence the witnesses."

"Luckily you're not from Wuwei Sect."

Fang Changle roared, formed seals with his hands, and a stream of true fire surged out like a raging python, illuminating the dark corridor and engulfing the figure.

Rumble…

The next moment, the clothes were burned asunder, and a naked figure jumped out from it. His fair skin was particularly dazzling. Even though he was burned by the real fire, he did not suffer any damage at all.

Fang Changle followed and saw another huge molting shell among the remains of the true fire, like the skin peeled off from an insect.

"Spiritual cicada shell..." Fang Changle's eyes suddenly darkened.

Lingchan Tui is a Taoist method that originated in southern Yunnan. This Taoist method combines witchcraft and sorcery, and requires implanting a strange insect into the body at a very young age to grow with the body.

Once it is mastered, the insect will have an extra life, and the original body can escape from the shed insect skin.

This is the cicada's shell.

It’s just that this strange Taoist method is only known by one family in southern Yunnan, and it is a secret.

"The Qian family in southern Yunnan!? Is this guy from the Qian family in southern Yunnan?" Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"Qian family?"

Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something. When he was at the Jade Certificate Transmission Conference in Zhenwu Mountain, the two brothers who released the difficult insects were from the Qian family in southern Yunnan.

"The one playing with insects is Yinhu?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Haven't you read Water Margin? Tigers are also called big insects."

Fang Changle gritted his teeth, plucked up his courage, followed the scent, and chased all the way to the thirteenth floor.

There is a separate room on the empty floor. The heavy gate has been opened, as if it was blasted open by a strange force. The urgent alarm sounded in the floor, accompanied by a red warning light.

“This is a warehouse. Some shop owners store their goods here.”

Fang Changle looked inside the gate vigilantly and walked in carefully.

"We will be caught as thieves." Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"Can I still take care of that now?" Fang Changle shook his head. All he wanted now was to catch Yin Hu.

The warehouse is large and dimly lit, with cargo containers and sealed shipping containers on both sides.

"Yinhu, I know you are here, come out."

Fang Changle roared, and his voice echoed in the empty warehouse, but there was no response at all.

"Today, either you die or I live." Fang Changle's voice became louder.

"So he's going to die anyway?" Zhang Fan followed behind and whispered.

"Do you think it's appropriate to complain about me at this time?" Fang Changle asked cautiously and suddenly glared back.

Snapped……

At this moment, the lights in the warehouse came on. The lonely bulb emitted a dim light and swayed on the roof. Although it was still very dark, it brought a ray of light compared to before.

Then, a long shadow came from a distance.

"Who is there?"

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle stared at the shadow vigilantly, and the next moment, a familiar face appeared in front of them.

"Brother Hong?" Zhang Fan was stunned when he saw the person coming.

"I thought there was a thief!" Hong San chuckled.

"Is this your warehouse?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, you are here for..."

"acquaintance……"

Zhang Fan winked at Fang Changle, and then explained to Hong San: "I ran into an enemy and chased him all the way, and ended up here."

"He should still be here."

"Right... Is it him..."

At this moment, Hong San raised his hand and pointed. Zhang Fan looked in the direction and saw a naked figure walking out from the corner. It was the owner of the Insect Treasure Shop who had just escaped.

"Finally it came out." Fang Changle raised his eyebrows, his eyes shining brightly.

Wow…

At this moment, the smooth figure suddenly disappeared, and the body turned into a piece of skin and fell to the ground like mud.

A ray of light flew out from it, as if a soul had left the body, and accompanied by gusts of cold wind, it actually flew towards Hong San.

"Don't worry about it. He's a ghost I raised... I hope he didn't scare you."

Hong San chuckled, and the moment he opened his mouth, he swallowed the cold wind into his mouth. His throat moved, making a gurgling sound, and his face showed a look of intoxication.

"Hong San, you..." Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed, as if he had guessed something.

Fang Changle felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Re-introduce me."

Hong San licked the corner of his mouth and showed a smile that seemed to be unsatisfied.

"I……"

"Yinhu Hongshanjun!!"

(End of this chapter)