When the boy looked at this pen, he felt like he couldn't let go of it before he got it. There were so many spiritual pens on the shelves, even pens worth 4,000 yuan, but Lin Zhao only loved this one. This pen contained a strong murderous aura. It was so suitable for writing military talismans, and it must be even better. Perhaps, this is the legendary perfect match.

However, this pen is placed next to the old man. It seems that it was used by the old man himself. It may not be cheap if he looks at his appearance. Which expert who can "take charge" in Jubaofang is not a big guy with a deep foundation?

Therefore, although Lin Zhao liked this pen, he was almost out of his courage to speak. He was poor and had a short ambition. More than a hundred people with money in his arms had to speak in a low voice in such a place.

...

The old man looked at Lin Zhao with the look of catching the thief. Even as long as the kid spoke, he had already thought about the words he would refuse, but at this moment, a voice sounded in the old man's heart.

"Mr. Zhu."

The speaker has a mellow voice, which is Qin Suihan.

"Um."

The old man almost sat upright and responded in his heart: "Mr. Qin, what advice do you have?"

"This pen..."

Qin Suihan said: "Sell it to Lin Zhao, it's fine to be worth fifty green frogs."

"ha?!"

Mr. Zhu looked desperate and said, "Mr. Qin, my pen... is a treasure that has been following for half a lifetime. I spent 100 gold horns to buy it in Bailu City of the Great Xia Dynasty. Now that so many years have passed, the spiritual temperature has become more intense. It costs at least 200 gold horns. You... I wish you frankly, fifty green horns can't even buy this hair of the Thousand Riders Snow!"

"Mr. Zhu!"

Qin Suihan smiled and said, "This Thousand Cavalry Snow was a special item for military gentry. Later, the military gentry's ancestral home was in chaos and then it was then trampled on the earth. Do you think it would be a pity for a bookkeeper to use such a royal pen for military gentry saints? It is unnecessary. It is better to return it to the military gentry people. This pen is perfect for Lin Zhao and military gentry talismans. Mr. Zhu has always been gentle, respectful and frugal, so he will naturally become a beauty, right?"

The old man looked desperate: "But..."

"No need to be but."

Qin Suihan smiled and said, "Has Mr. Zhu been jealous of my inkstone of flowing water for a long time? If Mr. Zhu is so beautiful as an adult, I will give up the inkstone. In addition, does not Mr. Zhu's great-grandson want a place to go to Yunshang Academy? If Mr. Zhu nodded, I would write a letter to my junior brother and ask him to teach you the very smart great-grandson himself."

"Stop talking about Mr. Qin..."

Mr. Zhu said: "I am willing to give up my love, just because Mr. Qin's desire to protect Lin Zhao..."

"Thank you."

"I'll go over to get the water to swim in the fish inkstone in the afternoon. Don't go out and slip in the afternoon."

"Check board and tea, wait for the old gentleman together!"

"Mr. Qin is so angry~~~"

...

The old man looked up, and Lin Zhao couldn't bear to look away.

"Lin Zhao?"

The old man stretched out his hand and brushed it. A thousand-ridden snow was already in his hand. He smiled and said, "Do you like this pen?"

"Um!"

Lin Zhaofei nodded quickly: "I like it very much!"

“Hmph~~~”

The old man smiled and said, "This thousand-knight snow is of great origin. It was once a military saint who claimed that "I use more soldiers more and better." He often used this pen to dot the generals. Later, this pen was wandering around the world and has been with me for half my life. If my friend Lin Zhao likes it, I might as well give you a discount."

"Really!?"

Lin Zhao was surprised, but after a few seconds, he curled his smile and whispered: "Since it is the old man's beloved thing, Lin Zhao seems to... shouldn't have taken away what he loves, so let's forget it."

The old man wishes he could kill him. I beg you to seize the love immediately. My swimmer inkstone and great-grandson's college study depend on you. Please, Lin Zhao, don't be fucked gentle, respectful, frugal, at this time!!!

“Hmph~~~”

The old man smiled: "Young friend, don't be humble. This pen... I just keep it here. It's better to sell it to you and make a good relationship by the way. What do you think?"

"Um!"

Lin Zhao said: "I am willing to buy this pen with my greatest ability."

The old man secretly complained, "The greatest ability?" You kid even if you open another 100 Baiweixuan, you can't afford this pen, why don't you know anything about it?"

"Can."

The old man sat upright and said, "I won't blame you, this pen will sell you fifty green frogs."

"Fifty!?"

Lin Zhao was stunned. Although he knew the goods, he only felt the attacking atmosphere of this thousand-knight snow. What he really liked was its appearance. It sold 50 green flies for money based on its appearance? This was too dark. The story of Han Xin's ordering troops and getting better must have been made up by this old man. It was very bad. So the boy said carefully: "Can you be a little cheaper? How about 30 green flies for money?"

The old man looked as usual, but he just looked at the window not far from the right. He really wanted to jump down and hit him to death. You think 50 green flies are expensive. You are so capable, why don’t you buy my priceless thousand-rider snow?

On the side, the girl Qingqiu was considerate: "Does Mr. Zhu feel bored? Do you want me to open the window a little bigger?"

He is also a master who has no vision.

The old man rolled his eyes and secretly complained that you should open the window a little wider, so why can I jump down or why?

"Ahem..."

The old man coughed and said, "Lin Zhao, these 30 green flies are too much money, right?"

“It seems to be…”

Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "There are 40 green flies, I really can't be more than 40 yuan. Old sir, this is my entire net worth."

“…”

Mr. Zhu almost foamed at the mouth and said in his heart: "Mr. Qin, look at this... he actually refused the price difference between the 10 green flies?"

Qin Suihan smiled gently and said, "I'll make up for it... Mr., look, this young man is so thrifty and has good character..."

“…”

The old man didn't want to talk anymore, okay, that's a big deal! So the old man finally sold a thousand-rice sap worth at least 200 gold coins to Lin Zhao for 40 yuan. According to the conversion ratio, the real price of this thousand-rice sap should be two million yuan coins. When he thought of this, the old man felt that he might just drink arsenic as an old birthday star.

...

Qianqi Juanxue is in hand, Lin Zhao really can't put it down this time. He repeatedly stroked Qianqi Juanxue's pen tube, which was extremely smooth and murderous. It was really a treasure. He spent the money very much!

"Old sir."

He continued: "I still want to buy some cinnabar with higher quality ranks, is there any?"

"Um?"

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Don't you have no savings?"

The boy smiled shyly: "There is still a little bit. Isn't this worrying that he has spent all his money and has no money to buy good cinnabar in the end?"

"snort!"

The old man reached out and Qingqiu immediately took a box of cinnabar for Lin Zhao. The cinnabar was filled with a faint golden artistic conception. At a glance, you could tell that it was not an ordinary product. One box sold 60 green flies, which really emptied Lin Zhao.

...

Not long after, the young man carried the dozens of green talismans and a pile of high-quality ranks, held the thousand-knight snow brush in his hand, carried cinnabar, and hesitated to go home. Next, he practiced the method of drawing the speed talisman to the point of perfection, and then he could draw a few pieces of green talisman paper, or even a few pieces of silver talisman paper. As for gold, let's forget it, and leave it for a higher rank talisman.

When Lin Zhao passed by the teahouse, he saw a beautiful woman wearing military armor and a sword hanging on her waist drinking tea there. She glanced at herself inadvertently, and Lin Zhao couldn't help but look at her. The woman had a pair of peerless and charming snow-white long legs.

"This guy..."

Leng Yan took a sip of tea, raised her lips lightly, and said, "A wild cultivator in the 11th level may come to kill you at any time. You are just like a person who is fine, and you don't have the ability to see the crisis at all. How can you do it in the future?"

...

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain.

In the temporary camp of Shanhaisi, a hunchbacked old man with a cane in his hand came. He was hunched over, wearing a blue-gray long gown, with an ordinary face, and was about to step into the camp with a straight face.

"Who?"

A cavalryman drew his sword directly and said, "Do you know where this is? Shanhaisi is important, those who are stubborn will die!"

"oh?"

The old man turned his head and looked at him and smiled, "Who did you say die?"

"you."

The cavalry frowned: "Dare to take another step forward, and blood splattered on the spot!"

"Okay, okay!"

The old man smiled and said, "I want to see how the blood splattered on the spot!"

He took a step directly with a cane.

As a result, the cavalryman was stunned. Why is there such a person who is not afraid of death in this world who is tired of living at such a big age?

"Where is the blood splattering on the spot? This guy?"

The old man asked with a smile.

The cavalry gritted his teeth.

"Indeed, blood should be splattered on the spot."
To be continued...