Doctor fairy kitten

Chapter 315 Three One Four Meow: Buying a Sword

As soon as he walked into Wanjiange, there was a powerful and piercing sword pressure, which made Hua Jiu's tail blow up unconsciously.

Looking up, there are densely packed swords on the top of Nuoda's front hall in Wanjiange, hanging with the tip facing down, and flickering with a chilling light as it swayed in the wind.

There were no swords on the lower rows of shelves, but all kinds of sword cases and scabbards.

At the moment, there are only two customers in the store who are choosing swords. Hua Jiu watched the sword on the top move into the store with lingering fear. She always felt that those swords were alive. She would see that she was a bad cat, and then all swords came out. , Tie her into a hedgehog.

"Don't be afraid, little friend. Those swords are hung firmly. Unless you meet someone who is destined for him, you won't break free." A monk with a goatee stood in the shop and said to Hua.

Hearing this, Hua Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the goatee in front of him was upright, and he was a monk in the late stage of alchemy, he asked politely, "Senior, who are you?"

"This old man is the shopkeeper of Wanjiange, but my little friend is here to buy swords?"

Hua Jiu nodded, "Well, I want to buy a sword that suits me."

The shopkeeper smiled, "Wanjiange never sells unsuitable swords, and it happens that this old man is free, so I will personally help my little friend choose one."

"Thank you."

"I don't know if my little friend is a spiritual cultivator, an evil cultivator or a demon cultivator?" asked the shopkeeper, looking at Hua Jiu slightly.

Hua Jiu is used to keeping her breath inward, and outsiders would not be able to see the attributes of her breath if they didn't deliberately use their spiritual sense to check.

Hua Jiu thought for a while, and said honestly, "Spirit and Demon Dual Cultivation."

A look of amazement flashed across the shopkeeper's eyes, "I can't tell that Xiaoyou is so talented at such a young age, so sit here."

Yin Huajiu, the shopkeeper, sat down in the rest area of ​​the front hall, and with a wave of his hand, two swords were detached from the top and placed horizontally in front of Hua Jiu. The two swords were not long, and they were short and small, which was more suitable for Hua Jiu's arms. Length and shape.

"This soul chasing sword is a magic sword, and this white light sword is a spirit sword. Hold the hilt of the sword, and try injecting magic energy and spiritual energy respectively."

Hua Jiu held the hilt of the Soul Chasing Sword according to her words. As soon as the magic energy was injected into it, she felt a pain in her hand and was immediately bounced away. But the sudden backlash of cold air made her unbearable, and she took the initiative to let go of the sword hilt.

The shopkeeper shook his head, waved his sleeves and hung the two swords back on the top, and then took two down for Hua Jiu to try.

"How could this be? I had a sword given by an elder before, but I didn't feel this way." Hua Jiu asked curiously.

The shopkeeper stroked his beard and said: "The sword given by the elders is a domesticated sword, which is relatively docile. Even if it is not suitable for the little friend, it will take a long time to use it to discover the obstacles to the little friend. And the sword of my Wanjiange They are all newly forged swords, one is unruly, and the other is that there are talismans on the sword, which can magnify the obstacle between Xiaoyou and the sword, so that Xiaoyou can feel this inappropriateness in advance."

"I see."

"Little friend, try these two again."

Hua Jiuyi tried more than 30 swords in a row, and they either flicked her hand away, or were hot, or were cold, or conveyed depressed emotions and made her want to cry, none of them were suitable anyway.

The shopkeeper also looked surprised, "It's strange, I have been in Wanjiange for more than 30 years, and I have never had a situation where I couldn't choose a suitable sword within [-]. It seems that I can only use that method. Come old."

Hua Jiu followed the shopkeeper to the center of the front hall in a daze. Under her feet was a gossip-shaped floor tile surrounded by tiny runes.

The shopkeeper asked Hua Jiu to stand inside, "Close your eyes, little friend, and slowly release your aura to let all the swords on the top feel. If there is a sword that must be yours, it will break away by itself and fly to you." In front of you. If you can’t choose a sword suitable for Xiaoyou, then the old man can only say sorry.”

Hua Jiu nodded, closed her eyes and communicated with her dantian, seeing the two fish in her dantian, she swallowed again involuntarily.

Slowly mobilizing the aura and magic energy to release, Hua Jiu suddenly thought about what kind of sword she wanted.

The sword is a weapon for killing. She decided to learn the sword to destroy the heavens. She holds the sword for killing, so what she wants should be a sword for killing.

Thinking of this, the black fish in Huajiu's dantian suddenly jumped up and swung its tail vigorously.

Hua Jiu was shocked, and saw that the clear puddle under the two fish seemed to be stained with ink. The pitch-black color gradually blurred, and the devilish energy overflowed from it.

Senhan!cold!Xiao Sha!

Zheng——

There was a sword cry, and a murderous aura.

When Hua Jiu opened her eyes, she saw a pitch-black sword with a seamless body and hilt, slender and short, without any pattern, hanging vertically in front of her.

There is no gorgeous light on the sword, it is not as simple as a magic sword, but when she looks at the sword, she can feel the surging killing intent contained in the sword, which is as intense as a tsunami, and this is the only thing that saves her and the sword. Other than this sword, no one else can feel it.

Holding the sword, Hua Jiu felt a wonderful feeling. It was not as cold as imagined, nor warm at all, but just right in the temperature of the hand, right in the weight of the hand, and right in the length of the hand.

The most rare thing in this world is just right.

"It's actually it?" The shopkeeper was a little surprised.

"What's the name of this sword?" Hua Jiu asked. Every sword has a name, either given by the sword maker or by the sword user.

The shopkeeper suddenly laughed, "Speaking of this sword, when I first received it, I asked the swordsmith what the name of this sword is, but do you know how the swordsmith answered?"

Hua Jiu looked up at the shopkeeper.

"He said it doesn't matter, so this sword has never had a name. If you like it, you can name it yourself."

"It doesn't matter? Just right!"

As long as the sword can kill people, there is no need to give it a specious and gorgeous name.

This swordsmith should be a person who really understands swords. Inexplicably, Hua Jiu thought of the creator of the 'Five Shadows Shifting Formation', the master named 'Casual'.

Hua Jiu caressed the sword body with her fingers, she couldn't put it down, she said to the sword silently in her heart: Come forward and retreat with me in the future, I will never let you go easily.

"How much?" Hua Jiu asked.

The shopkeeper smiled, "Chenghui, 500 yuan for fifth-grade spirit stones."

Dang!

The sword in Hua Jiu's hand fell to the ground, and there was a dissatisfied clang on the sword.

Hua Jiu laughed dryly with a guilty conscience. She couldn't make up a total of 50 yuan of fifth-grade spirit stones including the spirit stones obtained from robbing the bald head.

That is a fifth-grade spirit stone, a fifth-grade spirit stone that only monks in the Nascent Soul Stage will use!
"Why, is it so expensive?"

The shopkeeper waved his sleeves and rolled up his sword, "As you can see, the two ores that are the strongest in the whole Lingtian world and have the highest affinity for aura and devil energy are the Muyun steel used for spiritual cultivation, and the red cloud mine produced in the demon world. The main material of this sword is the thousands of years of red cloud ore core, the ore has been precipitated from the original red to black, which shows its density."

"Moreover, every sword sold by my Wanjiange is a sword that can be used by a sword cultivator for a lifetime. You don't need to worry about growth, even if you melt it into a life sword when you form an alchemy, you will never suffer. Now, do you still think it's expensive?"

With a sad face, Hua Jiu had to say, "It's cheaper..."

Meow, since the Lingtian Realm restricted the use of monsters and monsters as materials, the prices of magical artifacts and elixirs have remained high.

But she really couldn't let go of this sword, and wanted it very, very much.

After thinking about it carefully, Hua Jiu said to the shopkeeper: "Please allow me a few days, senior, I won't be able to produce so many spirit stones at once."

The shopkeeper smiled gently, and didn't blame him, "It doesn't matter, a sword is only for one person in a lifetime, and it will always be here waiting for you."

Hua Jiu bid farewell and left. As soon as she turned around, she saw a banshee leaning against the door of Wanjiange, looking at her all the time. She was too serious about choosing the sword before, and she didn't notice how long she was watching her there.

When she turned around, the banshee's eyes fell on the scar on her brow bone, and the corner of her lips suddenly raised.

"I knew you wouldn't die so easily."

(End of this chapter)