Chapter 17 Wealth and honor never forget each other The heavy snow falling outside turned scarlet red, and black and red clouds condensed in the sky. At first glance, they looked like dried blood. As far as the eye can see, there are swirls of red snow, falling on the white snowy ground like blooming red plums. Shi Xuanying was stunned for a moment, and immediately stretched out her hand to drag Jiang Chuixing into the car. Dongfang Zhentian was surprised and asked: "Is it blood?" "It's not blood." Shi Xuanying didn't smell the smell of blood. "I don't know what it is, but it's better not to get it contaminated! Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Jiang Chuixing felt it carefully and shook his head. "Strange thing." Shi Xuanying opened the curtain again. Dongfang Zhentian also stuck his head out. The red snow fell more densely outside.
There are shops on both sides of this road. The donkey cart is parked in front of a three-story building. The lantern hanging from the corner of the house is swaying in the wind. In the blink of an eye, a tall man stood on the corridor on the third floor, looking up at the sky. The light was dim, but with Shi Xuanying's eyesight, he could clearly see that he was dressed as a scholar, with wide sleeves, a pale robe, and a jade belt that outlined his slim waist. The silver silk bamboo on the robe shimmered like water under the swaying light. . He noticed Shi Xuanying's gaze and looked over from afar through the snowy curtain. A faint light fell from the eaves. If an ordinary person was illuminated by such a beam of light from above, he would inevitably look a bit ferocious, but instead, his features became more profound and clear-cut. He stood quietly in the blood-red ink night, sharp and indifferent. Shi Xuanying stared at the person up and down several times unscrupulously, her eyes getting brighter and brighter the more she looked at him. The man seemed to be annoyed, and his momentum suddenly changed. The inner energy swept over him with murderous intent, and the snow curtains on the ground were forced to stagnant. The scarlet snow was like splashing blood drops, and the sharp blade condensed with murderous intent was... Kan stopped at the tip of Shi Xuanying's nose and saw that she didn't even blink her eyes. She paused for a moment and then suddenly dissipated. The air flow caused the snowflakes to scatter around her. Unexpectedly, without using any spiritual power, just the murderous intention can be condensed into substance! No matter how the sword cultivator could withstand such provocation, Shi Xuanying didn't need to take action. Jiang Chuixing's sword intention, which had just been tempered by the thunder tribulation, rushed out, as sharp as a newly-baked magic weapon. The man opposite was obviously surprised, but he showed no intention of retreating and unfolded a folding fan in his hand. Tooth for tooth, the knife's intention was just as strong as piercing the fan surface and then dispersed. The force rolled up the dense snow and hit him. In an instant, his clothes and long hair were blown away. Shi Xuanying stared more and more closely. After a silent exchange, the man took a deep look at the donkey cart and then turned away and entered the house. At this time, a few people paid some attention to the plaque. The three big characters "Winter Fairy" were elegant and unrestrained. However, you can’t guess what store it is just by looking at the name. "Ugh!" "Ouch!" Shi Xuanying and Dongfang Zhentian sighed at the same time. Shi Xuanying said quietly: "Good nephew, have you ever seen that he is a teammate we have never met before?" Jiang Chuixing was confused: "Where did you see it?"
"The Xuan Tianyi with eight hundred top-grade spiritual stones, the purple bamboo spiritual fan with one thousand top-grade spiritual stones, your head will sparkle in the dark night." Dongfang Zhentian said with lingering aftertaste, "That's right, that's right, he is our team An indispensable fruit!” "The best spiritual stone." Shi Xuanying said. Jiang Chuixing looked at the problem from a different perspective: "He is very strong, far above me, and it is good to be a teammate... just..." He folded his arms and frowned, and said hesitantly: "Although he didn't use his spiritual power just now, I seem to feel the sword intention faintly in that murderous aura?" Of course Shi Xuanying also noticed it, but she was dazzled by the wealth. Dongfang Zhentian was talking nonsense: "His fan is similar to the sword, so he must have some unavoidable reasons." "Then let's go in and find someone?" Jiang Chuixing looked at Shi Xuanying. Dongfang Zhentian smacked his lips again: "Wouldn't it be too reserved?" Jiang Chuixing rolled her eyes, she really had run out of words! He has always respected the strong and will not hold grudges over temporary conflicts, let alone being reserved or not. Of course, except Dongfang Zhentian. "Go and find out your identity first, and then find a suitable time to meet." Shi Xuanying made the decision. Jiang Chuixing looked outside: "But it's still snowing outside..." "There are ripples in the sky and below, and red snow is very common!" Dongfang Zhentian jumped off the donkey cart and jumped into the house. Jiang Chuixing had no choice but to drive the donkey cart to the door. …… Private room on the third floor. The man in Xuan Tianyi sat cross-legged on the futon and was carefully wiping the three-foot green blade with a snow-white handkerchief. The shiny blade reflected his frown and a pair of deep pool-like eyes. The sharp snow light seemed to have formed a thin layer of frost on his brows. "Jun Yandao, don't worry if you put the frost here with me. You will never bump into it." The shopkeeper sitting opposite him said helplessly, "If you really can't bear to part with it, why don't you just give up..." The shopkeeper looked at the purple bamboo fan thrown carelessly on the table, his heart pounding. This Taoist Lord of Yan De was said to be born with a sword heart and a sword bone. He was a swordsman chosen only once in five thousand years. He was the future hope of the Sword Sect and the treasure of the whole sect. The sect was afraid that something might go wrong and would not allow him to enter the secret realm and take risks, so he was willing to use the power of the whole sect to support him. He practiced in seclusion inside the sect on weekdays and rarely showed his face. Who knew that he was tired of being a good genius of the sword sect and suddenly came to pawn him? The piano master still insisted on mortgaging his natal sword "Frost Pressure" in exchange for this spiritual fan. If calculated in terms of value, Shuang Ya's worth is dozens of times that of the fan, but the calculation cannot be done that way. The shopkeeper can sell the spiritual fan for money, but if he keeps Shuang Ya, he doesn't dare to sell it, and no one dares to buy it! Strictly speaking, it's not that no one dares to buy it. The main reason is that those who dare to buy it are very poor. Although sword cultivators earn a lot, due to their rapid advancement, all of them are gold-swallowing beasts. This frost pressure was saved from the teeth of the entire sword sect disciples. One mistake may attract hundreds of "professional thugs" "Who dares to get involved? The shopkeeper neither dared not accept it nor accepted it. He almost cried. With a swish sound, the sword was sheathed. Yan Chen handed it over solemnly with both hands: "I have made up my mind." The shopkeeper was choked with words and struggled repeatedly. He had no choice but to accept his fate and accept it respectfully. He carefully placed the sword into a box filled with top-grade spiritual stones like he was holding his own father. Finally, the shopkeeper repeatedly warned: "I will die in my stomach about this matter, and I hope Mr. Dao will not publicize it." He didn't want the news to leak out and cause the Sword Sect to get into trouble.
"Don't worry." Yan Chu took one last look at the sword box and felt the buzzing of the sword. He closed his eyes tightly, picked up the purple bamboo fan and strode out of the private room. Despite the frost, we must live in wealth and honor and never forget each other! Yan Chu silently made a promise in his heart. Tianyuan City has a long winter, and there is a mixture of mortals and monks in the city, so thick felts are often used to keep out the cold air. The moment Shi Xuanying raised her foot and stepped across the threshold, the warm breath of the room mixed with the rich aroma of tea hit her face. The sudden surge of sleep caught her off guard, and her thoughts were stagnant for a moment. On the third floor, Yan Chuan had just walked to the stairs when he saw Shi Xuanying and the others. He noticed the soul furnace in her hand at the first glance. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then his brows stretched, and there was a look in his eyes. The spring breeze blew through the water waves, bringing out a faint smile. Winter Fairy's waiter was not as noisy as other places. When he saw guests arriving, he stepped forward with a smile and asked softly: "All the private rooms are full today. Are you two..." He saw that Shi Xuanying's clothes were all made of high quality materials, and it was obvious that she was not going to sit in the lobby, so he based on his usual experience and guessed: "Are you two here to look for someone?" Jiang Chuixing: "Where did the young man who was in the corridor on the third floor just now go?" "Just now?" The waiter was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood, and then declined very skillfully, "You mean Mr. Yan? He has always been quiet, and everyone in Hanshu Street knows about it. Or, please leave a message, little one Pass it to you?" Yan Chu stood upstairs and saw the little golden elixir-level girl next to Dao Xiu looking around, then disappeared in a flash. "Is he from your store?" Shi Xuanying asked. The waiter thought that Mr. Yan could really attract bees and butterflies, and within two days he had attracted a group of little girls to chase him: "He is the new piano player in our store." As he spoke, his eyes fell on Jiang Chuixing, and he sighed in his heart: It's incredible, it's incredible, even the young boy has fallen. (End of this chapter)