Grand Nuo Lord

Chapter 30 The most critical moment
There are many winds and rains in the rivers and lakes, starting from grievances, coming with people, and leaving with people.

Some are slanting wind and drizzle, while others are bloody storms.

"What? Pan Tuozi is dead!"

"Not only is he dead, Master Qi Ba, Chang Feng, and Mrs. Xue are all dead, but Miss Mian is also blind. It's all the fault of the Nuo master."

"Tsk, tsk, that Nuo master looks so young, but he is so ruthless."

"That's what they asked for. When Fatty Tang's seal fell, they all secretly used tricks to attack those two people. After Master Nuo borrowed the method, he killed Fatty Tang and didn't let them go."

"How do you know so clearly that you even know about their secret tactics?"

"Someone woke up and asked the owner. I also heard what they said. You had changed your pants at that time, otherwise you would have known."

Everyone in the restaurant was discussing the fight just now. People who had experienced it talked about it, which made others marvel.

Many people who had just arrived had regrets on their faces when they heard what had just happened, feeling that they had missed out on the great excitement.

It is rare for a Nuo master to invite a god, and it is even more rare that the Nuo god he invites is the legendary founding general.

At that time, many people were frightened, and few people knew what happened. It was the leader of Hongyejiji who said that the Nuo master invited General Kaishan.

When these monks heard the name of General Kaishan, they were surprised, afraid and happy.

They heard that loud roar tonight, felt the majesty of the founding general, and were frightened and frightened when they thought of the evil that penetrated their souls.

But being able to survive safely and feel happy is enough for them to brag about for a lifetime.

Sitting in the restaurant, Xie Yi heard their conversation and guessed their thoughts, so he just smiled.

He had just made a big fuss, and in order not to cause a commotion, he deliberately changed his appearance.

He used the secret medicine, had a full beard on his face, wore a bamboo hat, a black sleeved warrior robe, and his sword was wrapped in black cloth. He was dressed like an ordinary swordsman, so no one could recognize him.

The main reason he came here was to see the situation in Hongyeji and make sure that his roar just now did not hurt any innocent people.

Kaishan Ye is a fierce god with great supernatural powers and murderous intent.

Every time he asked the gods to borrow magic and bring out a trace of the Nuo God's will, a bloodthirsty and murderous impulse would arise in his heart.

Although he restrained himself, he was still worried about hurting innocent people. This was why he usually did not ask God for help.

He is like a child holding a powerful sword in his hand. He must be careful. If he does not do it well, he will end up hurting others and himself.

Xie Yi left the restaurant and walked to a tailor shop to ask if the soap-carved flag could be repaired.

"Shopkeeper, can this carved soap flag be repaired?"

The shopkeeper was a woman in her 40s. She took a look at the flag and frowned slightly when she saw that it was scratched by a sword.

"The flag is intact, but it was scratched by the sword. It's a little troublesome to connect the pattern. The cost is a little more expensive. Fifty spiritual coins will be enough for half an hour."

This store is very famous in Hongyeji. It specializes in customizing and repairing French gowns. Faqi Ruyi bags can also be repaired. The craftsmanship is good and the price is reasonable.

Xie Yi paid the money and went out to wander on the street.

After what happened just now, many people were scared away by the name of General Kaishan, but many people were also attracted, and it was even more lively than before.

The whole market is circular, with the market owner's residence in the middle, and there are streets in the east, west, north and south.

The three streets in the south, west and north are very prosperous, and the houses and floor tiles are all new. Some shops specialize in one kind of product, and some sell everything, mostly things used by practitioners.

There are magic weapons, magic robes, spiritual paintings, elixirs, spiritual charms, spiritual animals, Dharma books, gold essences, medicinal herbs, etc. There are a dazzling array of products in various categories.Only the houses on East Street are old, the road is uneven, and there are no serious shops. They are all street vendors.

A rag or straw mat is spread on the ground, things are placed on it, people sit on it, and they start shouting at the top of their lungs.

These monks were either passing by or nearby, taking advantage of the recent crowds at the Red Leaf Market to make a temporary profit.

The things they sell range from good to bad. Most of the magical instruments are damaged, with blood on the talismans. There are also clean and intact ones, but the prices are more expensive.

Xie Yi kept walking without stopping. He didn't like anything these people were selling.

Until he reached the most remote corner of East Street, and suddenly his eyes were attracted by a stall.

The stall owner is a young scholar. His clothes are a bit old and have been washed white, but his face is fair and clean. He looks elegant and has a bookish air.

He was sitting on a small stool, with a small table in front of him, with calligraphy and painting books neatly arranged on it, and a book box next to him.

He didn't yell, he was reading a book in his hand, and he was reading very seriously. He was not affected by the noise of people coming and going here.

Xie Yi walked to his stall and looked at the things on the table. His eyes stopped on a pen case and asked, "Are all the things on this table for sale?"

The scholar didn't look at him, but paused while turning the book, and said, "Everything on display is for sale. You can only look at it but not touch it. If you like it, ask the price."

His attitude was very cold, but his voice was a little weak, as if he hadn't eaten.

Xie Yi was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that the scholar would sell this thing. If he guessed correctly, this should be the scholar's family heirloom.

He pointed to the pen case made of black iron and asked, "Can you open it and take a look?"

Xu Yan looked up and saw a bearded swordsman. He was a little disappointed, but he still put down the book and reached out to open the pen box.

There is a writing brush in the pen case. The tip is snow-white and the barrel is crystal clear, made of sapphire.

There are mountain patterns engraved on the pen holder, and there is a cyan aura flowing above the mountain patterns, like a waterfall flying, which is quite elegant.

When Xie Yi saw the pen, his heart sank, and his chest felt a little tight, as if something was pressing in his heart.

He secretly rejoiced in his heart: "It's a critical moment. It's really a critical moment."

There are three most famous cultivating forces in Anping: Quyun Temple, Kulin Temple, and Qingshan Academy.

The Qianjun pen is a unique pen of Qingshan Academy. The body of the pen is made of sapphire, which is a specialty of the mountain behind the academy.

The green jade is called Xishanqing, its color is green, and its spiritual energy flows like water, just like a green mountain that has just been washed by rain.

This thing looks small, but it weighs six pounds and six taels, which is heart-wrenching.

When people are faced with danger, they often say that it is a close call, and the pressure on the heart is the feeling of tense heartstrings.

What is needed to pick up this piece is not strength, but mental strength, that is, the power of the soul. It has the reputation of being able to put your heart and hands in the most critical situations.

Once you pick up this pen, your mental energy will be consumed quickly and you will soon feel tired.

Only those with strong souls can hold it for a long time and use it freely.

Holding it for a long time can refine the mind and train the soul. If you hold this pen to write or draw, the power of the soul will increase rapidly.

At Qingshan Academy, only the three best students in each class can receive the academy's special Qianjun pen, which is very rare.

Xie Yi said: "How much does this Qianjun pen cost? I want it."

(End of this chapter)