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However, after walking a few steps, he yawned and said to himself, "Forget it, what's so strange about a rusty sword?"
"I'm afraid it's just that I didn't wake up just now, and my eyes were blurred."
"Besides, in the middle of the night, the moonlight was dim. I went to the edge of the cliff and threw the sword. I threw away the other sword, and I fell with it."
"Well, don't throw it away, go to sleep."
"I'm already teaching at the No. 1 School of Demonic Dao, what are you afraid of?"
The boy who usually acts decisively, but this time he gave up halfway, and for some reason he convinced himself.
He threw the rusty sword back to the corner again, and after hearing a "clang", he lay down on the bed and went to sleep.
It's strange to say that after he fell asleep again this time, all the strange noises and human voices he heard in the dream before disappeared
That being the case, the boy who woke up the next day felt at ease and didn't take this matter to heart.
It's just that when he fell asleep that night, the same thing happened again
"No!"
This time, Zhang Shaochen was completely awake.
"This is an evil sword!"
He stared at the rusty sword tightly in his hand, thinking: "Is there some evil spirit attached to it?"
When he thought of this, he suddenly panicked.
He wanted to throw it away, but now that he was certain that there were evil spirits on it, he didn't dare to throw it away:
What if the evil spirit takes revenge?
"Forget it, anyway, it doesn't harm me now, at most it disturbs people's dreams and makes me insomnia."
"If I throw it off the cliff, it is equivalent to letting the evil spirits jump off the cliff, and I'm afraid they will form a death feud and come to really harm me."
"What are we going to do"
The entangled young man thought hard for a while in the moonlight, and finally sighed: "Oh! Forget it, I will spend a few pennies to go to the market at the foot of the mountain and find a Taoist priest to exorcise and purify. "
Just now he felt that he was not so worried about getting into trouble with evil spirits; but now when he thinks about letting himself spend money for nothing, he suddenly feels lost
"Oh, it's all my own fault, my will is not firm."
"What's wrong with doing in Wuling Valley? If you want to hear a strange sound, pick up a broken sword and bring it back."
"I wanted to sell it for a few pennies, but I didn't want to lose more!"
"Hey! This is really stealing chickens and losing money, and being greedy for petty gains is a big loss!"
Zhang Shaochen, who used to be a senior beggar, was beating his chest and feet in the dead of night when he reviewed himself, regretting his mistakes.
A few days later, he arrived at Linquan Town on the west side of Dongling Mountain.
The town is not big, but it is considered a market town relatively close to Dongling Mountain.
Last time, he caught the cat demon here, and made a fool of himself, but it was rewarding, as if he saw a Taoist priest setting up a stall on the street in Linquan Town.
Linquan Town is not big, and soon he found the street corner he remembered from last time.
"Sure enough, there is a Taoist priest here."
Zhang Shaochen saw at a glance that there was a tall, thin Taoist priest with brown skin and a few strands of goatee setting up a stall at the corner next to the silk and satin shop.
"Jinkou Shendu."
A yellow cloth banner hung high, with these big black characters written on it brazenly.
"This Taoist master," Zhang Shaochen rushed over, and said with a smile on his face, "I have a sword, I want the Taoist master to see if there is anything weird on the sword."
"Oh?" The Taoist narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him.
"Black strong clothes, with a small red flame embroidered on the corner of the clothes - this is a servant of the Demon Spirit Cult!"
"Wait, why do I think he looks familiar?"
"Haha! I remembered, it's the young man who wanted to catch Miss Lin's cat demon last time, but was scolded by her master and servant instead!"
Thinking of this, the Taoist priest's attitude immediately became a little arrogant.
"What kind of sword? Show the poor man." He said in a tone of voice.
"yes!"
Zhang Shaochen hastily pulled out the rusty sword from his waist, and handed it to the long desk in front of the Taoist.
"Is it this one?" The Taoist was a little surprised, "Are you sure it's this one?"
"Yes. Is there something wrong?" Zhang Shaochen wondered.
"Of course not!" the Taoist exclaimed, "I am Tongdao Huang, with a golden mouth and sharp eyes, I just need to take a look at it to know what kind of treasure it is."It weighs a few catties. "
"But this sword of yours doesn't even have a scabbard. It was hung on your waist just now. I just glanced at it a few times? It's nothing weird. Chenghui ten pennies!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, palm up, and made a gesture asking for money.
"Huh? Is this ten pennies?"
Zhang Shaochen's face suddenly became a little ugly.
"What? Do you want to pay? You, come, see!"
With a yell, Taoist Huang Tong stroked the black square stone inkstone on the table with his hand.
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Shaochen still felt strange.
"Hey! Look at this" Huang Tongdao sneered twice, then stroked the inkstone with his palm.
Zhang Shaochen watched intently.
Seeing Tongdao Huang's palm slid over, the black stone inkstone suddenly ignited spontaneously in the absence of wind!
The red flames fluttered and danced, shining brightly even in the sun.
"this¡¡"
In fact, after experiencing the bloody battle in Wuling Valley, Zhang Shaochen's knowledge is not what it used to be.
Seeing the Taoist priest showing his hand, he felt nothing at all.
However, when he thought that he wanted something from others, he still showed a surprised expression very cooperatively.
Seeing his shocked expression, Tongdao Huang looked relieved and satisfied.
"Master Huang Dao, it's like this," Zhang Shaochen said more politely, "You also know that I was taught by the demon spirit. It will not be easy to walk such a long way on the next mountain trip."
"I'll give you ten cents, that's itit's too fast."
"Master Dao, please help me to have a better look at it?"
"Oh, it's not that I want to renege on my debt" Huang Tong's expression brightened a bit.
He squinted his eyes, looked sideways at the young man, and thought to himself:
"Oh, I was too anxious and didn't pay attention to the customer's experience."
"Okay, seeing that this little boy is not very old, and he is only the lowest servant of the Devil Sect, he must not have much money. These ten copper coins are already a huge sum of money to him. Well, I will let him feel Well worth the money!"
After thinking about it in his heart, Huang Tong took the rusty sword in his hand, said in his heart, "What broken sword?", then looked at the rusty sword solemnly, turned it over and over again, and examined it seriously.
"How about it?"
Zhang Shaochen watched from the side, anxious in his heart, after waiting for a while, he couldn't help but said: "Master Huang Dao, is there some evil spirit attached to the sword?"
"If there is, please ask the zodiac master to help exorcise the evil spirits."
"Evil spirit? Exorcism?"
Hearing what he said, Huang Tong was taken aback for a moment, quickly narrowed his eyes, focused the light into lines, and stared at Rust Sword.
The palm of his sword-holding hand actually activated some spiritual power, pouring it into the Rusty Sword¡ª¡ª
"How is it?" Seeing his behavior, Zhang Shaochen was full of expectation. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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