Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

"Of course not." Fuzhu replied as a matter of course.

In addition to the fine incense, there are all kinds of incense. The biggest kind of incense can't be burned out in a day, and it is often used to exercise their wrist strength.

The sword cannot fall until the incense is burned out.

As for the incense she lit for Linzhang, it was naturally for them to light when they were resting. After burning a stick of incense, they had to start practicing sword again.

She didn't deliberately pick fine fragrances for Linzhang.

"You still have half a stick of incense time."

Linzhang turned his head and looked, the stick of fine incense was already more than half burned, he quickly sat down to adjust his breath, and stopped chatting with her.

After half a stick of incense, he stood up refreshed.

Recalling the demonstration of the talisman, the three-foot long sword pierced straight out, making a "shua shua" sound of the sword, but did not set off too much air flow.

With the sword on his back, Linzhang hurriedly asked her, "How am I doing?"

"It looks a little bit better." Fuzhu said.

"But next time you can use the sword faster."

After finally hearing a word of approval from Fu Zhu, Linzhang clasped together and prayed to the sky, he finally learned to calm the wind and frost.

As for Fuzhu's little opinion, Linzhang ignored it for the time being.He is not a Taoist talisman, how can he draw his sword so fast!But just practice more in the future.

"Let's call it a day. I still have to go to the town." Seeing that it was getting late, Fu Zhu stopped practicing swords in Linzhang.

His understanding of swordsmanship is not low, as long as he ponders carefully, sooner or later he will be able to understand Qingping Fengshuang's sword.

When he was asked to practice swords, Linzhang's eight hundred hearts wanted to rest, but now that the talisman didn't bind him, he became more interested.

"I'll practice again, you guys go shopping!"

To be honest, the feeling of handing out that sword is really different from his previous swords.

Linzhang wanted to consolidate and recall that feeling.

Fu Zhu didn't persuade him either, and took Wu Sheng and Ri Ji to the market.

The town is not big, but the square market is very lively.The stalls are placed at intervals, and pedestrians stop to bargain.

"Fuzhu, I want that!" Riji raised his little hand, pointing to a stall with black banners hanging.

The banner seems to be upside down, with the thin pole falling outside and tied with a white rope to fix it.

The small stalls sell all kinds of swords, including copper swords and mahogany swords.A few children looked eagerly at the sword above, and they could only sigh that they had no money in their pockets.

"Why don't we get together and buy the cheapest one, and everyone take turns to play?"

"I only have three copper coins." The boy in gray spread out his palms, the copper plates were wet and covered with sweat from his palms.

A little girl with shofar braids giggled, "I have ten! They are all my lucky money."

The companion immediately cast an envious look, and there were at most three or four in his hand.

The little girl was the oldest among the group of children, and she could see the sword on the stand without tiptoeing.

"I pay the most money, and when I buy the sword, I will be the leader!" The little girl is articulate and quick-witted, "I will play alone for two days, and you will take turns to play one day, how about it?"

When everyone heard what she said, they felt that what she said was very reasonable, and handed her the money one after another. Among them was a chubby boy who flattered and said, "Your lord is wise!"

"So can you let me play second?"

The little girl listened very well, waved her little hand, "Sure."

As soon as the talisman came over, the little girl looked at him hostilely, "We come first, you are not allowed to grab the sword we fancy!"

She was buying that kind of small and exquisite decorative sword for Riji, and she couldn't afford to be the same as their fancy.

Fuzhu stood sideways and said softly, "Okay, you guys choose first."

Seeing that she was so talkative, the little girl looked away suspiciously, and she shouted crisply: "Old man, we want to buy a sword!"

The old man who was squinting and snoozing was yelled at by her, and all the sleepy bugs ran away. He yawned and asked lazily, "Have you got enough money today? If there is one less coin, I won't sell it."

The little girl with shofar braids blushed angrily, they really didn't have money this time!

The little girl slammed the copper plate on the stall with a slap, and pushed forward, "24, not one of them is a lot."

"Now you can sell us this sword."

The talisman followed her line of sight, her eyebrows twitched, this sword... a high-grade magic weapon? !

But there were indeed 24 copper plates written on the small wooden square in front, which made her wonder if she had read it wrong.

Fu Zhu looked at the other swords again, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became. The craftsmen in their sect may not be able to forge such good swords.

And these swords are randomly placed here, and they are sold for the most worthless copper coins in the world.

Even the mahogany sword is not an ordinary mahogany wood, but a spiritual wood that can drive away evil spirits and avoid yin.

The talisman suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, and looked at the vendor's owner calmly.

As the little girl with the shofar braids shouted, he really looks like a bad old man, his hair hasn't been combed in a long time, and it's in a mess.

The bad old man put down his upturned feet, squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at the copper coins on the stall, and said unhurriedly: "You came a day late, today the price has increased, and you need 25 copper coins."

"You...!" The little girl was so angry that her face flushed, she hesitated for a long time, and said, "You don't keep your promise!"

The old man turned serious, "We agreed earlier that I will keep this sword for you, but you will have to add a copper coin every day, which you promised yourself."

A thin black boy gently tugged on the little girl's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "He's right, we agreed to him."

The little girl gave him an angry look, as if she was saying, who the hell are you, why are you helping the bad old man to speak!
But after all, it was her fault, the little girl softened her voice, "Can't you charge one less copper plate, you have paid us seven copper coins!"

The old man with a chicken coop on his head shook his head, "It was possible to accommodate, but who told you to call me a bad old man every time, and disturb my sleep."

The little girl with shofar braids was so angry that her chest heaved up and down. He was a bad old man. To be honest, is there any problem?

Seeing that he was unwilling to accommodate, the little girl rolled her eyes and glanced at the girl beside her from the corner of her eye.

She gently tugged on the sleeve of the talisman, bit her lip, and said embarrassedly: "Can you lend me a copper coin?"

When they go to collect coins again, the old man will definitely increase the price again, and if this continues, he won't be able to buy the sword he likes for a long time.

Xu was afraid that the girl in front of her would not believe her, so the little girl raised three fingers and said, "When I get the sword, you come home with me, and I will definitely return the money to you."

"My house is not far ahead, if you don't believe me, ask them."

A few children nodded like pecking rice.

Fu Zhu smiled, took out a copper plate from his waist and handed it to her.

The little girl took it quickly, pressed the copper plate on the stall, and said with a high air, "I have collected enough money, now you are not allowed to deny it!"

The old sword seller glanced at the talisman, looked away, waved his hand, "Take it, and don't bother me in the future." He was terrified by this girl.

The little girl smiled and picked up the sword and threw it to her little follower, put her hands on her face and made a grimace, "Who wants to come and see you, a bad old man."