"The battle for the world is about to reach the end. All the good tenth-grade spiritual swords have been snatched up. The rest are all old. The ones that are returned are basically three or four handmade goods. They have a little rolled blade, but they can also be used. Do you want it?"

"My master, I want brand new, don't use it. My master, I have spiritual crystals!"

"Then look at this, the newly released ninth-grade spiritual sword?"

"Old Li, kill me. I can't afford to buy a ninth-grade person, so don't make a fuss!"

"Tsk." The old blacksmith looked up and down at the young man, and soon thought of something. The topic changed, "Three years have passed?"

The boy's face turned dark: "Old Li, what do you mean!"

"Gaga, kid, this year, you will be kicked out of the Spirit Palace, right? Why didn't you think about going out early, becoming a deacon, and spending the second half of your life safely?"

"Old Li, I think you are insulting me!"

road……

Xu Xiaoshou touched his chin.

What a young and frivolous person says and mentions are all words that are worthy of sighs for those who have returned from their lives.

The old blacksmith looked at it and saw a story. He sneered at the sound, but a little sadness flashed through his eyes.

He was silent for a long time and took the initiative to speak: "You said all of you, add five hundred spirit crystals, and two thousand five to sell you."

"You kill me, it's so expensive, there's no spirit crystal!" The young man waved his hand.

"Just add five hundred! The money for the tenth-grade spiritual sword, buying the ninth-grade spiritual sword, is still the first-class product that has just been released. I am selling the friendship for the past three years!"

"Wow? Three years, five hundred spirit crystals?" The young man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "We are not very valuable in friendship, and we are not very valuable in the past three years!"

time……

What is time?

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoshou gained something else.

For the general public in this world, time is money and spiritual crystals.

Time can be measured by price.

Time is full of the smell of money, but it does not derogatory because of this. It is given actual "value".

Time can bring the fragrance of rice and the energy of fireworks. In the spiritual refining world, it is also the growth of a new life, and it is the beginning of the Taoist struggle.

Crack...

The boy was very impatient and opened the package. There were purses inside. He fell on the table, and the table was filled with spiritual crystals:

"The total is 2,001, all of them are spiritual crystals, and there are also money, please click it."

"The extra spiritual crystal is our three years of friendship. This is all about me. Do you love to sell it or not!"

Old Li was so angry that he didn't order any money. He picked up a spiritual crystal on the table, and his mouth was so open that he could stuff an egg:

"After all, the friendship in my eyes is worth five hundred spiritual crystals, yours is worth this?" He smashed the spiritual crystal heavily on the table, his face full of anger, as if he was humiliated.

After all, the young man also stayed in the outer courtyard for three years and became the senior brother of the outer courtyard. He was not nervous and pointed at the spirit crystal and said:

"Is this a 'a piece of spiritual crystal'?"

He clenched his fists and exclaimed: "For me, this is called 'all', this is called 'pollution of everything', this is called 'stopping all'!"

He took a desperate bet... The old blacksmith tilted his chest and tilted his head, as if he had heard something, squinted his eyes and glanced at the boy, silent for a long time.

"Do you sell it?" The young man slapped his hands and leaned forward.

"Sell it, you've said it's all, and you're still 'pouring it out'~" The old blacksmith was sarcastic, "Tsk! How can I not sell it?"

The boy didn't care about his tone, and he smiled and reached out, patted the old blacksmith on the shoulder to show his gratitude, and immediately took the black sword.

“What is it called?”

"Just come out, don't have a name yet. You are the new owner, give him a name."

"How about calling it a black dog?"

"Xu! Xiao! Hurry!" The old blacksmith said with a tick, "Put down my sword!"

"Oh, don't, just kidding uncle..."

The boy held the baby black sword and retreated to the door.

His smile finally dimmed, his lips twitched a few times, and his face became a little bitter. He looked down at the black sword weapon with a low spirituality in his hand, murmured:

"Just tell you to 'hide suffering'..."

"Hidden the bitterness?" The old blacksmith flipped his trousers. He was satisfied with the name of such a literary style, so he put down his iron boots, "What do you mean?"

"Hide all the sufferings, and we will eventually welcome the rising sun..."

"Wow, cultural people!"

The boy said thank you and waved goodbye.

He came in a hurry and left with oil on his feet. He was running away quickly, as if he was afraid that Old Li would regret it.

The blacksmith shop has returned to quiet again.

The old blacksmith did not continue to make ironwork, bent down and put on his iron boots again, and staggered to the door while stepping on his prosthetic limb.

The afterglow of the sunset shines on the youth running in the distance.

He knew that youth would eventually pass away, just like after the sun was declining, tomorrow's rising sun might rise again, but how should we pass it over the long night?

Lao Li took out the big cigarette pole on his waist, stomped his left leg and iron limb, causing numbness and phantom pain to retreat, lit the cigarette pole and took a deep breath.

He spit out the smoke rings and let the evening breeze blew the smoke rings. In a trance, he seemed to see the young man gaining enlightenment, and came back in a bright clothes and angry horse to report good news to him.

"Good luck."

Old Li finished talking to himself, laughed, cleaned up his sentimental self, turned around and returned to the shop, and was about to close the door.

Dada dada...

The sound of rapid footsteps came from afar.

"Thank you for your good words!"

——It turns out that it’s not Vision. This guy is back. What does he want to do?

Old Li panicked and felt that something was wrong, so he wanted to lock the door. Unexpectedly, youth was so fast that he stuck the door and found a giggling face in.

"Uncle Li, you just said that the pain has just been released?"

"Don't call Uncle Li, I'm disgusted... Xu Xiaoshou, what do you want to do! Just let go if you have a fart!"

"You are so chubby, Old Li, I heard that there is a science in the forging device called 'blood refining'. You can melt my blood to hide the pain and then temper the fire again. He is not spiritual now, but what if the sword spirit is born after the blood refining is completed?"

"Sword Spirit?" the old blacksmith screamed strangely, "Xu Xiaoshou, are you thinking about nothing? The ninth-grade spiritual sword, do you still want to give birth to the sword spirit?"

"just in case!"

"A thousand no, this is the surname Li in the sacred dysfunction. He doesn't believe in Cao. Do you think I, Old Li, are you in the heavenly gods?"

"Uncle Li~~~"

"Don't call me Uncle Li!"

"Yeah~~Uncle Li~~Others don't know, I don't know you, Uncle Li~~The boss from the inner courtyard~~Master Uncle Li~~"

"Haha! I'm going to spit out the overnight meal! Blood refining costs me, I don't have that much energy to play house with you!"

"Uncle Li, you can refine your blood once, just once~"

"Don't strip my legs! Don't strip my pants...what are you doing!" Old Li's face suddenly turned terrified.

"Hey? Uncle Li, why are you wearing pink inners? There is also a cute lamb ~"

"Xu! Xiao! Accept!"

"Hehe, if you don't have blood, you won't have blood. I'll go find Elder Qiao now, hehe, little lamb~"

"Xu! Xiao! Hum! Come back for me!"

"oh."

The young man stood at attention and respectfully handed over the black sword to hide his pain, with a very grateful expression, "Uncle Li asked me to come back, what's the matter?"

The old blacksmith copied the black sword and made the boy's forehead swollen with his fingers. He fell to the ground directly and said angrily:

"Just like you, your savory and delicious qi, and you don't need to give birth to a sword spirit after storing bitter blood. Just have more spirituality, and this sword is useless."

The boy laughed and stood up, patted his butt in the dust, and followed into the shop:

"Thank you Uncle Li! Thank you Uncle Li!"

"Thank you for raising Uncle Li for free for me to train my family!"
Chapter completed!