I want to cultivate swordsman

The sword seller once thought that he had heard it wrong, but he couldn't help being a little dazed after receiving the confirmation look.

"Wangxian Mountain?" he asked, "Why should I go?"

The sword seller was full of doubts, he was just a sword seller, why did he go to see Xianshan?

Xu Zhiqiu said: "I need a helper, and it would be more suitable to just watch you. Of course, you can also choose to refuse, but if that's the case, I will let the county's Xing Butou throw you into the prison. The reason is that you You don’t give money for meals, and you’re cheated here!”

"Huh?" The sword seller was stunned, "This...isn't this what you said that you want to treat guests to dinner?"

Xu Zhiqiu said with a normal expression, "Who knows?"

The sword seller looked at Sun Dabao, who lowered his head and stared at the accounting book on the counter, muttering, "I don't know anything."

Now the sword seller is stupid.

He never expected Xu Zhiqiu to be like this, he pointed at Xu Zhiqiu's face with his finger, but he was speechless for a while.

…………

An hour later, an ox cart usually used to pull dry firewood came to the foot of Wangxian Mountain.

Sitting in the car were Xu Zhiqiu and the sword seller.

This is an ox cart that Xu Zhiqiu rented for fifteen copper coins. Since he does not know how to drive an ox cart, he asked the sword seller to act as the driver.

After the two arrived at the destination, they casually tied the ox cart to an old tree, and then went into the mountain.

The sword seller had a reluctance on his face, as if he was owed money, but Xu Zhiqiu didn't care about his feelings, and walked towards the depths of the mountain forest on his own. This was the second time he entered Wangxian Mountain. Because he didn't need to find someone like last time, Xu Zhiqiu didn't follow the previous route, but walked in different directions casually.

Probably because the sun had not yet set, the two walked for a long time without any strange things happening.

It seems that most of the demons and ghosts in Wangxian Mountain are weak characters, which is exactly what Xu Zhiqiu wants. If they are ghosts who are not afraid of the sun and can travel during the day, then they will be in big trouble.

Another half an hour passed, and Xu Zhiqiu glanced at the sword seller behind him from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was pulling a foxtail plant with both hands, so he slowed down and asked, "Didn't you mean foxtail plant?" Is it a trick to deceive people, why do you have to carry this thing with you?"

The sword seller didn't raise his head and said, "I know, but don't know it. When I bring some more out, I'm sure I can sell them for a good price."

Hearing this, Xu Zhiqiu turned to look back and said, "So, are you admitting that you cheated?"

The sword seller pulled out the whole foxtail grass and put it into the sword pouch behind him, with a normal expression on his face, he said: "Don't slander my innocence, I sell this foxtail grass to a pharmacy, how could those doctors know it?" Foxtail grass is useless, but he will still buy it willingly, because he has to keep a high price and sell it to rich people who don't know anything, but it's not that I'm cheating, it's that he's good at it cheat."

Xu Zhiqiu said, "Is there a difference?"

The sword seller said: "Of course there are other things. What I sell is understanding, and what he sells is confusion. They can't be compared at all."

Xu Zhiqiu didn't say anything more, and the sword seller kept talking non-stop, and when he encountered foxtail grass, he pulled it out and put it into the sword bag. A whole bag of foxtail.

Xu Zhiqiu glanced at the sky and the terrain. After walking such a long distance, he should now be in the central area of ​​Wangxian Mountain. There should be many demons and ghosts here, so now he only needs to stay here and wait. The fish take the bait by themselves.

"puff!"

The sword seller raised a pile of firewood with the flint he carried at any time, and then wandered around with the long sword that he claimed to be the best in the world. This was not patrolling, but hunting.

Xu Zhiqiu sat quietly by the fire, not saying a word, just watching the dancing flames in the fire.

After a while, the sword seller really got something. He brought over a wild pheasant that was seriously injured and died. First, he plucked out the hair, and then skewered it with twigs and roasted it on the fire.

Xu Zhiqiu looked over and said, "If Xianmen sword cultivators know that someone uses the world's most famous sword to kill chickens, I'm afraid you will be hacked to death in the graveyard by their random swords."

The sword seller said fearlessly: "Why can't the most famous sword in the world be used to kill chickens? If you ask me, a useful sword is a good sword."

Xu Zhiqiu said again: "Then you shouldn't kill chickens in this place."

The sword seller raised his eyelids and asked, "Is there anything special about looking at the Immortal Mountain?"

Xu Zhiqiu was half joking and half serious: "People in Lin'an County say that there are many monsters in Wangxian Mountain. If you slaughter a pheasant here, aren't you afraid that its ancestors are monsters who became spirits here?"

The sword seller couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "You mean that if I roast and eat this pheasant, it may attract the revenge of the pheasant essence? Haha, hahaha..."

The sword seller's laughter was especially loud in the dark forest.

Smiling and laughing, he suddenly stopped talking, because it seemed that trouble really came to him.

Xu Zhiqiu turned his gaze away and saw a figure approaching from a distance. With the help of the firelight, he could see that it was an old man, wearing a worn black cotton coat, his long hair tied behind his head with hemp rope, and pain appeared on his old face. Unbearable look.

As the old man approached, he whispered, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Xu Zhiqiu didn't respond, and sat without moving. When the old man came to him, Xu Zhiqiu saw a big hole in the right brain of the old man, which looked like it had been pierced by a blunt instrument. It was very frightening.

It is impossible for ordinary people to survive such injuries.

So this one in front of me can only be a ghost!

The old man sat down, his distorted face from the pain was almost close to Xu Zhiqiu's face, he stared at his bloodshot eyes and said, "It hurts, it really hurts..."

The old man yelled several times, but Xu Zhiqiu turned a blind eye, as if there was nothing in front of him.

So the old man got up again and came to the sword seller, still repeating the few words on his lips.

The sword seller imitated Xu Zhiqiu's appearance and remained silent, but the old ghost seemed to be staring at him, and kept sitting beside him and did not leave. "Damn it, don't wander around here if you have a headache, hurry up and find a rock to plug the hole, if someone knocks out such a big hole in your head, who doesn't hurt if you don't?"

Hearing the echo of the sword seller, the old man didn't care about his humiliation at all. He twisted his face and said: "My head hurts so much, it hurts so much, lend me your head, lend me..."

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hands and grabbed the sword seller's head, looking like he wanted to grab the sword seller's head off.