Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yanjin thought for a while, then asked the hairpin on top of her head: "Do you think it's worth it?"

Qing Heng said: "The white ink orchids of Chen Mingzong can only be exchanged for hundreds of spirit stones, and the immortals will regularly give them spiritual power to help them grow, which is even more valuable."

"Flowers in the world are probably not worth that much money, but if you think about it, you can't buy it with 10 Wen." Yan Jin still had to understand, and asked the buyer, "10 Wen, even the money for the effort, in order to cultivate this Molan plant , look at me, my eyes are blinded, no, no, no, I won’t sell it.”

The other party paused: "Are your eyes blind?"

"Yes, I listen to your voice, it's not that you are short of money. People who really love flowers must make their beloved flowers worth their money. If you are not willing to spend money on them, how can you call them liking?"

The rich man who even had a "rich" voice sneered twice: "I don't like it, I'm going to fight with them, hmph, who said I'm arty, I'll win on the spot if I take your flower, Alright, alright, I’m in a hurry, here you are…” But following his order, the servant took out his pocketbook, “Then 100 Wen is enough, right?”

Yanjin stroked his chin, but heard no movement in his head.

He shook his head: "This book is not enough."

"Okay, okay, one or two gold."

According to the price here, one tael of gold is 6 copper coins, 6000 Wen, at least for Yanjin who planted it without much effort, the money is worth it.

However, just when he was about to say the deal, he heard the slight sound of the sword.

He turned his head slightly: "What's wrong?"

Qing Heng hesitated for a moment: "I don't want... to see people who don't like flowers buy it."

"..." Yan Jin was stunned for a moment, "Young Master Sword Spirit, we need money, the weather is going to be cold soon, the house needs to be repaired, and the bedding is not available yet."

And he also needs to add clothes, the simple scabbard made of bamboo is not warm enough, he has to buy a scabbard made of better material.

"I... I know, I didn't intend to stop you."

The attendant on the opposite side had already handed over the gold ingot, Yan Jin stroked the top of his head, and tapped the gold ingot twice with his fingers.

Then pushed it back.

Mr. Fu was puzzled: "Not yet?"

"No, I don't want to sell." He held Mo Lan in his arms.

"No, if you miss me, you may not have a next home. Let me tell you, I don't care how valuable your money is, but it can't be eaten or drunk. Not everyone is willing to spend a gold or two for it. "

"No one wants to buy it, so I'll keep it for myself." Yan Jin smiled and walked forward with Mo Lan in his arms.

The people behind called for a while, and finally couldn't help but cursed twice.

Just after noon, the vendors who came early to sell vegetables had already closed their stalls, and there were a little fewer pedestrians than when they came, Qing Heng moved for a while, and whispered: "You really don't need to turn me away because of me, we really need money. "

Yanjin smiled: "It's okay, you seem to like flowers very much, let's go, I'll take you to see flowers."

He asked passers-by about the location of the Fighting Flower Club, a restaurant in the middle of the long street called "Ting Wai Chun", a three-story small building with carved railings and mahogany cornices, today it is reserved for the Fighting Flower Club, There is a young man guarding the door on the first floor, and no one is allowed to enter at will.

Yan Jin was stopped at the door, and the boy was hesitant in his words: "It stands to reason that if you are well-dressed, you can enter if you bring your own flowers, but you..." But listening to Yan Jin's tsk-tsk, he could imagine that the other party was Look yourself up and down.

Yan Jin's clothes were brocade and dark embroidered, and the workmanship was excellent, so it wouldn't be an obstacle to entering the door. The reason he could think of was that the other party cared about his physical condition, so he said, "I can't walk, and I can't see it. It doesn't affect the viewing of flowers."

The boy was surprised: "Then how to reward?"

Yan Jin didn't answer, but said, "There is a butterfly on your shoulder."

The boy was startled, and quickly shook his shoulders, only to see a white butterfly fly from his shoulders, he raised his sleeves, and the butterfly flew past his eyes.

Yanjin said: "You have eyes but you can't feel them, I can't see them but you know them, why, can I enter?"

The boy still wanted to stop him: "But you have such legs and feet... the people we are here today are all famous people in the town, don't you feel ashamed when you look like this?"

"do not think so."

"That's also..." The servant couldn't find a reason, and was about to pick a thorn again, when he heard the sound of a fan being opened, a cheerful man approached slowly from behind with a smile, bringing some powdery air with him.

The servant hurriedly said, "Uncle Fang, you are here."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and after a while, the person who came came laughed again: "My surname is Li."

"Uncle Li, you are here." The servant said again.

The person who came folded the fan and snorted coldly: "A janitor doesn't look down on people without long eyes. This young man is just disabled, and he didn't commit crimes. How can he not enter?"

The little fellow said repeatedly: "Yes, you can go in, you can go in." After saying that, he said to Yan Jin, "OK, OK, you can go in."

Yan Jin bowed his hands to the person, "Thank you, Mr. Li."

The other party laughed: "No thanks, no thanks, you and I are destined, I haven't seen you before, it's your first time to come to this Flower Fighting Fair, come on, I'll lead you in."

Mr. Li did not bring any flowers for the competition, but the Flower Fighting Fair does not necessarily only allow those who bring flowers to enter, there are also flower appreciators, who have registered in advance and can enter after getting the invitation. The two walked into the hall, Mr. Li led the way While chatting with him: "I'm curious, how did you know that the janitor has butterflies on his shoulders?"

The hairpin on his head also moved, Qing Heng didn't dare to speak just now, he didn't tell Yan Jin.

Yanjin said: "I just heard the sound of a butterfly flapping its wings."

"Young Master is good at hearing." Young Master Li reported his name, saying that he was Li Shujie, and didn't say much else, but Yan Jin could tell from the young servant that he was the uncle of the Fang family, and he was also Ye Rongxue's apprentice.

After all, Li Shujie studied under Xianmen, and seemed to have sensed the existence of Qingheng, his eyes swept over Yan Jin's head: "Young master, this hairpin is very strange, it seems that there is some aura from the master's sect. Could it be that young master also comes from Chen Mingzong?"

"That's not true. This hairpin was obtained by chance."

This was the prevarication that he didn't want to tell. Li Shujie had good eyesight, so he didn't ask any more questions, but there was a meaning in his words that he wanted to buy it, and he asked Yanjin to just ask for a price.

While talking, the two had entered the flower viewing hall. In the hall, there were participating flowers, and the fragrance was overflowing. He placed Molan in the middle according to the instructions. There were large and small compartments on all sides and upstairs, with tables and chairs Tea was provided for the guests to sit down. The two went up to the second floor and sat down in a double room. Yan Jin replied to him: "No price, my hairpin is priceless."

Li Shujie said with a smile: "My lord, is it because I'm afraid that I won't be able to afford it? The Fang family's financial resources are unmatched in this town."

Yan Jin also laughed, and said secretly: "Didn't you say your surname is Li?" The other party didn't hear this, and only responded on the surface, "You won't change a thousand pieces of gold, Mr. Li, please don't force it."

Having said that, Li Shujie had no choice but to give up, gave him a cup of tea, and introduced the Flower Festival: "Although Qi'an Town is not big, there have been champions in the past. This place has a strong cultural atmosphere, and there are various flower festivals every year. I'll wait, and I'll wait until the beginning of spring and the Lantern Festival, brother Yan, you must come and see, there will be a lantern show then."

Yanjin didn't smell much of culture, the street was full of incense candles, and there was a scent of flowers in this hall, which he couldn't see with his eyes, and his nose seemed to be more sensitive, but the scent of flowers mixed together in this hall, he Can't smell anything.

He took off the hairpin and held it in his hand, leaning against the table again, with one hand propped on the table, the hairpin was right next to his ear, whispering softly, only he could hear.

Qing Heng said: "There are many peonies in the hall, followed by orchids, chrysanthemums, and plum blossoms. There are not many other types."

"Mr. Li." He listened and asked the other side, "Peonies, orchids, chrysanthemums and plums are not in the same season, right? Why are they all here?"

Although the field on his mountain can grow things in different seasons, there is no aura at the bottom of the mountain.

Li Shujie looked at him in surprise, and only praised him as a person who knows flowers, and then explained: "There are greenhouses, insulation curtains, fertilizers from the Western Regions, and Liuchun stone or Liudong stone invited from Xianmen. , in short, for the Flower Fighting Club, some people will do everything they can."

"It took such a lot of trouble, does it mean that the prizes of this flower fight will be rich?"

"Hehe, of course, the No.1 flower can get a hundred taels of gold."

"One hundred taels of gold?" Yan Jin was overjoyed, this was not a small sum.

"Brother Yan, wait patiently if you are interested. Your Molan is also a rare flower, maybe you can win the championship in one fell swoop." Li Shujie said, the words fell, and the shopkeeper in the hall was introducing the rules of the Flower Fighting Club.

As soon as he came out, Qing Heng was stunned for a moment, and said in confusion: "This man came out sitting down."

"How do you get out while sitting?" Yan Jin lowered his voice, rubbing his lips against the hairpin and whispering.

"The chair he's sitting on has wheels beside it, and people behind him can move it with a push. It looks very fresh."

"That's nothing new. It's a wheelchair. This shopkeeper probably has bad legs."

The shopkeeper has already opened his mouth to introduce. In fact, there are no rules. Everyone present chooses the potted flower they like the most. Of course, the ones brought by oneself are not optional. It is only about preference, regardless of value. The one with the highest votes wins. No.2.

Either it's the best, or it's just as mediocre as any other flower.

No.1 gets a hundred taels of gold, but it needs to provide breeding methods. After the selection, the flowers can be taken away by themselves. If you like other people’s flowers, you can buy, sell or exchange them. It’s all private behavior. Do not interfere.

Yanjin said: "Is it possible for our Mo Lan to win?"

Qing Heng paused for a while, then said: "Maybe, but..."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing."

Yan Jin sensed that Qing Heng had something on his mind, even if he was reluctant to say more in the past, he would speak out slowly after a while, but this time he waited for a long time and did not hear Qing Heng say more.

The flower fight has officially started, so he had no choice but to give up first, and listened to the shopkeeper say: "This number of flowers is a peony, and the whole body is pure white..."

"Yulouchun, the petals are as white as jade, and it is a famous product among peonies." Qing Heng whispered in his ear, and when he finished speaking, he heard the voice of the shopkeeper, "This flower is called Yulouchun, let's look at another pot."

"One flower with two colors, the name is Luoyang Brocade." Qing Hengxian said to the shopkeeper, "Purple, pink and white."

Following the shopkeeper's instructions, he whispered in Yanjin's ear one by one, "The butterfly... Phalaenopsis is also a kind of orchid, pink...the color is very bright."

Yan Jin frowned: "What's wrong with this flower, your tone seems to be trembling a bit?"

"It's nothing, it's a normal flower, it's just... I don't like its appearance, the two petals look like wings, it's a bit scary."

"What's so scary about wings?"

Qing Heng said lightly: "I feel scary."

"Okay, okay, let's not look at it, what kind of flowers are you referring to downstairs now?"