A Beginner's Guide to Magic

On weekdays, the heroic and mighty master of the Nine Knife Sect, Wan Qiu, the elite and strong general of the hundred and tenth under his sect, actually knelt in front of a man. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could see from her humble and hunched figure that there seemed to be something, Cut off her proud spine.

Lu Yang's heart twitched, and Feng Chan also said quietly: "This girl, why does she look so downcast?"

The master of the late sect is over 30 years old. More than ten years ago, when the master of the former sect of the Jiudaomen did not join the Demon Cult, he was the senior sister of the Jiudaomen back then. The situation is similar to that of Lu Yang now.Every time Lu Yang saw Wan Qiu, he felt a sense of déjà vu, and because he had been supported by wound medicine twice, although it was useless, he still had a good impression of her.

Feng Chan is an old man, and he calls himself an old man. Looking at Wan Qiu, he can indeed call him a little girl in a smooth manner.

And Lu Yang is about to call senior.It was also at this time that he suddenly realized that there were actually many years between him and Feng Chan.

But he really couldn't call grandpa to such a naive and noisy senior.I yelled once, but it put both of them off guard.

"I don't really know where 'Bonebreaker' is..."

The late door master's weak voice came.

Lu Yang held his breath.

The man in the room let out a long sigh.

"That's difficult." The man's deep voice was somewhat familiar: "I can't even hold a small iron ball. Nine Swords Gate is worthless to me."

Lu Yang heard three heavy muffled sounds.

Late autumn was like leaves blown away by a strong wind, drenched in a bone-piercing rain, and said tearfully: "We still have manpower, we still have skills, a century-old foundation, you can't..."

The man smiled slightly: "Do you think I don't have these?"

Afterwards, Lu Yang didn't hear the voices inside anymore. The door master Wan staggered and lay down on the ground, occasionally letting out an extremely suppressed cry. She was wrapped in a soft armor and covered with burlap clothes. As the master of the sect, he can clearly wear better clothes.

That dress had already had three or four larger patches, and was washed to a whitish color, probably because it was very old, maybe she had worn it for more than ten years.

Lu Yang was about to rush in to have a look at the young man, but he was restrained by a hand behind him exuding a familiar smell. The man patted his shoulder with one hand, and touched him with the other unconsciously. Grabbing Lu Yang's neck, Lu Yang's whole body was pulled into his arms.

Turning around, it was Li Qing's silly face, his eyes met, Li Qing raised his eyebrows, and said to him: "Brother Zheng, what's up?"

Lu Yang really didn't know whether to say that Li Qing was stupid or that he was out of time.

There was a sudden commotion in the house, Lu Yang didn't even think about it, he grabbed Li Qing's back collar and ran out, instinctively dodged the three arrows galloping behind him, and tried his best to escape.

The entire Jiudaomen seemed to be under a curse, and there was no sound at all.

He had a hunch that maybe after tonight, the Nine Swordsmen would cease to exist.

But the person who can swallow the entire Nine Knives Sect alive must be a big shot that he can't afford to mess with, and he can't possibly hide from him.

Lu Yang led the people all the way to the woods outside the city, and quietly crouched on the tree, even breathing extremely restrained.

Li Qing also probably understood what he had screwed up, so he stared at Lu Yang with probing eyes, not daring to say a word.

It wasn't until after a stick of incense that Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and slapped Li Qing on the head.

Li Qing covered his head and dared not make a sound.

Feng Chan came out in time to plead for him: "This kid even blocked two poisoned arrows for you, hit him lightly."

Lu Yang's pent-up anger disappeared most of the time, he stretched out his hand to the person, and said reluctantly, "Let me see."

Li Qing glanced at him eagerly, and showed the palm of his hand that was injured when he blocked the arrow just now.

His palm was wide, his knuckles were slender, his skin was thin and white, and there was a long bloody wound on his palm, which was shocking.

While dealing with him, Lu Yang contemplated for a long time, but he couldn't say anything harsh, so he said weakly: "When you go out, you don't even have a weapon, you grab it with your hands, you deserve it."

Li Qing obediently took the antidote pill he handed over, and said a little aggrieved, "I've already said that I'm a wandering businessman, I don't know martial arts, so naturally I don't have weapons."

"Just make it up." Lu Yang and Feng Chan said at the same time.

Lu Yang thought about it carefully, it seemed that he did not have a weapon.

"Okay." After treating the wound for him, Lu Yang said, "You have saved my life, and we will never owe each other again."

Li Qing's bright black eyes flickered, and his gaze was firmly fixed on Lu Yang's face: "Brother Zheng, are you chasing me?"

He didn't know when, with his uninjured hand, he firmly grabbed Lu Yang's lower garment.

Lu Yang was afraid that if he procrastinated any longer, he would be merciful.So he made a decisive decision, cut open the hem of the clothes with a sword, leaving only half of it in Li Qing's hand.

He flew up to the tower, and finally took a look in the direction of Jiudaomen. There was no fire, no movement, nothing.

"Little Wood, what about Bai Yulian?"

Lu Yang sighed and said, "Let's go find other ones first."

On the second day, Lu Yang slept until noon, and when he opened his eyes, he was shaken back and forth by Sijiu, the little bodyguard was howling and shaking, and she seemed to be full of energy forever: "Zheng Dagan, do you know that the Nine Swords Gate is gone! "

Lu Yang really wanted to say that he knew it, but because he hadn't woken up yet and lacked energy, he let her drag him around.

Sijiu said again: "All the undestroyed things in Jiudaomen are sold on the black market, why don't you go shopping?"

Lu Yang immediately regained his spirits.Even the Feng Chan in the wrench felt like he had been injected with chicken blood.

Lin Qiao didn't go out for a free clinic today, and had too much money to burn his pockets, so the three of them went to the black market together.

Slipping around, I saw Li Qing, a big businessman carrying two bags of rouge and powder, sweeping the goods, and they became a group of four again. Lin Qiao and Sijiu chatted noisyly in front, and Li Qing and Lu Yang looked like The other party was like killing a father and an enemy, and did not communicate a word.

Feng Chan suddenly said: "I can smell the smell of white jade lotus, small wood, in the southwest corner."

Are you a dog?Lu Yang complained quietly.

He was following Lin Qiao, and was about to turn into a jewelry store, but when he said this, he turned his head to the southwest, a shop selling medicinal herbs.

The boss wears a turban and a beard, and is dressed as a merchant from the Western Regions. He is indeed selling rare medicinal materials that are only available in the Western Regions.

Lu Yang weighed the 12 yuan gold medal in his pocket. Gold is hard currency, so it should be enough.

"3000 taels."

The boss looks like a liar, but the things he sells are genuine. Lu Yang repeatedly asked Feng Chan to look at them several times to confirm that they are correct.

This price is a bit inflated, even if Lu Yang sold Feng Chan and Pull Finger together in the street, he still couldn't get together 3000 taels.

Lu Yang was basking in the sun, and he was already impatient, so he frowned and whispered to Razhi, "Either you don't live anymore, okay?"

After looking at it for a long time, he didn't buy it. The stall owner thought that the ragged swordsman in front of him was here to entertain him, so he waved his hand impatiently: "Don't buy it, just go for a stroll, don't delay the uncle's business."

Lu Yang became even more impatient, and his heart was suffocated by his shouting. He casually pointed to other herbs and said, "Qingsun dares to sell it as a bluestone eaves. You can grab it for five taels a piece. And this jade red Song, you are lying to ghosts, who doesn’t know that Yuhong Si will be out of date in March, and you will sell the broken flowers that have been dyed as medicinal herbs, and if you quarrel with me, I will send you to the Yamen.”

The stall owner was stunned when he heard that, he carefully covered the two counterfeit and shoddy herbs that were pointed out with a cloth, leaned in front of Lu Yang, changed his arrogance just now, and said in a low voice: "You little one doesn't know how to come here!" So, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Do you want that white jade lotus, 300 taels, this is the real deal!"

What do you need to say?My dog ​​already smells it.Lu Yang murmured in his heart.

300 taels is also a bit high.Lu Yang scanned the herbs on the ground to see if there were any loopholes to exploit.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner had a guilty conscience, so he directly covered the entire stall, and only brought out the white jade lotus in a wooden box respectfully in full bloom.

Lu Yang silently calculated in his heart that one tael of gold would be exchanged for ten taels of silver, and the small gold medal he was carrying was worth ten taels, so the total amount of money he stripped was 100 taels of silver.

The gold medal is also dangerous in appearance, if someone in the black market recognizes the token and contacts the man in Tsing Yi from last night, he will be in trouble again.

He was just about to ask the stall owner if he could wait for him to melt the gold into gold ingots before coming to trade, but he caught a glimpse of a moon-white hem from the corner of his eye, and it quietly and quickly moved towards him.

He restrained his expression, pointed at Bai Yulian, and asked: "This is stolen goods, can you lower it?"

The stall owner clung to Lu Yang's ear, and said in a very low voice: "When the disciples of the Nine Knife Sect were dismissed, a boy sold it to me, and he paid a lot of money when he received it. The uncle is very accommodating, and I really can't afford it. gone."

Lu Yang listened quietly, pretending not to notice that someone was almost clinging to him.

The stall owner began to read again: "The night master of the Jiudaomen heard that he disappeared last night, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and there was no one who could take charge of the overall situation, so he dismissed his disciples and sold his ancestral foundation. It's a pity. The master of the Wanmen is actually not bad, but the ending is not good."

The person on Lu Yang's back said: "The owner of the Wanmen Gate is high-spirited and upright. It's a pity that the Nine Swords Gate can't last, she has been bearing the glory of the Nine Swords Gate, and she is a woman. It is really hard work. The Nine Swords Gate is worth ten. One of the two sects fell like this, but there is no sect in Jianghu who is better at swordsmanship, and in the future, the twelve sects will lose a corner."

The stall owner seemed to have met someone who could chat, and said to the person dressed as the noble young master: "Young master, have you heard that the inherited sword of the Nine Knife Gate has been lost. It's just like the Emerald Villa. It's strange. What is the purpose of asking for a broken knife if someone puts all the treasures of heaven and earth on the ground and refuses to take them."

Li Qing thought about it for a while, and replied: "In the eyes of martial arts practitioners, weapons are extremely important. Small merchants like you and me don't know the beauty of them."

Seeing him running the train with his mouth full again, Lu Yang sighed, and said, "Haven't you never heard of Jiudaomen? Why haven't you seen him for a while, and you're so familiar with Jianghu."

Li Qing raised his eyebrows: "Brother Zheng, you are a member of the Jianghu. In order to please you, I went to Lin Qiao to learn about martial arts, just to have a few more words with you."

After he finished speaking, he took out a ball of paper from his purse, unfolded it with great effort, and threw it to the stall owner: "300 taels, I want that flower."

As soon as it was delivered to him, it was not warm, so it was handed over to his brother Zheng: "Can you let me see Brother Zheng's smile next time?"

The stall owner was stunned, and Lu Yang stayed where he was for a while, before he managed to give him a half-smile expression.

Li Qing looked very satisfied, and applauded along the way, not afraid of thunder in the daytime: "It's so beautiful."

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I will ask for a day off tomorrow, organize the outline, and pack up the luggage for going home.