Palm fairy garden

Chapter 4
"Decomposer?"

Su Ming gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, wondering whether he had consumed too much qi and had auditory hallucinations.

But as he refocused his attention on the blue light sword in his hand.

The reminder voice in my mind sounded again.

"I found a first-order low-grade magic weapon, do you want to disassemble it?"

Now Su Ming heard it clearly, it was not a hallucination.

He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to disassemble the newly refined Qingguang Sword.

I said "No" silently in my heart.

Sure enough, after Su Ming chose "No", the prompt in his mind did not appear again.

But at this moment, the joy of refining the blue light sword in his heart was completely diluted by the sudden change.

What is the use of the decomposition device?
This doubt was entrenched in his mind and could not be dispelled.

Su Ming thought about it for a while, got up and left the underground fire room after finding nothing.

Go out of the fire room door.

Su Ming took down the wooden sign outside the ground fire, and walked out of the corridor.

After leaving the corridor, after handing in the wooden sign to Guanshi Chen, the lease of the basement fire room is considered as a completed transaction.

Walk out of Huoyunfang and stroll on the lively streets.

Su Ming's steps were heavy.

Although he was carrying a small sword that had just been refined, his mind was not on it at all, and what he kept thinking about was the prompt sound that appeared in his mind just now.

But he only had a blue light sword, and he didn't dare to disassemble it directly. God knows if it will disappear immediately after disassembly?
If it disappeared immediately, Su Ming would be able to spit blood out of anger.

After thinking about it, Su Ming walked straight towards Xifang District.

The Dongxifang District of Qingshuifang City is separated by a Qingshui River.

The river channel is not wide, only tens of meters long. It is evening at this moment, and several flower boats on the Qingshui River have already lit up their lanterns and started to operate.

The lights on the flower boats on the Qingshui River seemed to be a signal, and the shops and streets in Fang City began to light up.

The night market in Qingshuifang City has begun.

Walking on the clear water bridge, Su Ming quickened his pace.

Compared with when he came to Dongfang District in the morning, his steps were much lighter.

Less than half a stick of incense time.

Su Ming hurried back to the NO.19 store in T-shaped.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of Dongfang District, Xifang District is obviously much deserted.

Su Ming just came back, and even saw that some shops were about to close.

On the other hand, the business of Yang Laoliu's house on the opposite door is quite good. Even though it was getting dark, there were still monks in twos and threes gathered in front of Yang Laoliu's shop to buy Lingmi.

Su Ming glanced at the other party, opened the door of his own shop, and walked in.

"boom!"

The door of the shop at No. 19 T-shaped was closed again.

"DengDengDeng!"

Su Ming walked briskly up to the second floor.

Skillfully opened the secret compartment behind the bookshelf, and took out his last wealth - 50 broken spirits.

Looking at the 50 broken spirits in his hand, Su Ming took a deep breath and stuffed them all into the small cloth bag he carried with him.

After doing all these, Su Ming went downstairs again and went out.

Follow the route from memory.

Su Ming found the only magic weapon shop in Xifang District.

The shops in Xifang District usually sell some basic materials, as well as spiritual rice, spiritual fruit, and spiritual wine that monks often eat.

As for the relatively high-end stores such as fairy charms, medicine pills, and magic tools, they are generally concentrated in Dongfang District.

This is also the reason why Dongfang District has always been busier than Xifang District.

In the entire Xifang District, there is only one shop that sells first-order magical artifacts.

"Treasure Pavilion."

Su Ming took a look at the shop located on C Street, and walked straight in.

Seeing Su Ming, the store owner seemed a little surprised, and stopped packing up and preparing to close the door.

"Guest officer, what do you want to see?"

When the shopkeeper saw Su Ming, he came up to him warmly.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any old magic weapons for sale here?"

After hearing this, the enthusiasm on the store owner's face disappeared.

"What's the guest officer talking about? Although my Treasure Pavilion is a shop that sells first-level magical artifacts, how can I sell second-hand gadgets as good ones?"

Seeing the shopkeeper's face turned livid, Su Ming knew that the other party had misunderstood him.

Immediately, he cupped his hands at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, it's like this. I'm learning to refine weapons, and I want to buy that kind of magic weapon that is about to break, so that I can see its pattern more clearly."

This reason, Su Ming had already thought about it on the road.

The magic weapon that is about to be destroyed will reveal its own pattern at the moment of destruction.

Although it was only for a short moment, at least the refiner could see the pattern structure of the magic weapon, so as to draw some inspiration from the weapon refiner.

Generally, those who can come up with this kind of refining method are apprentices of refining masters from Ye Luzi who have no one to teach them.

Compared with this method, it is obviously more reliable to find a teacher with decent refining skills.

But asking a craftsman to teach is not something that ordinary monks can afford.

In contrast, it is undoubtedly much cheaper to buy a dilapidated magic weapon, destroy it, and observe it.

I heard that Su Ming is a craftsman.

The face of the shopkeeper suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny.

No matter how poor a monk can afford to learn how to refine weapons, he will never be so poor.

Because a truly cash-strapped cultivator would never choose high-level tasks such as alchemy and weapon refining.

Basic tasks such as cultivating spiritual fields, planting spiritual fruits, brewing spiritual wine, and tanning talisman papers are what the lowest-level monks should do.

Besides, building a good relationship with a potential refiner is a must for any magic weapon shop.

Otherwise, how can their supply be guaranteed?

It is precisely because he understands the joints that Su Ming will not worry that his request will offend the shopkeeper.

"It turns out that your Excellency is a craftsman, disrespect and disrespect,"

The shopkeeper cupped his hands again and again, "Please wait a moment."

Soon.

The shopkeeper found a wooden box from behind the counter. The surface of the wooden box was sealed with wax to prevent the outside air from corroding the magic weapon inside.

As for why there are no restrictions.
When the shopkeeper opened the wooden box, Su Ming saw the sword in front of him covered with fine cracks, which seemed to be a sword-shaped magic weapon that would be completely destroyed in a second, and finally understood the reason - it was not worthy.

"Can I get started?"

Su Ming raised his head and said.

The shopkeeper nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, but you have to be careful, this magic weapon may be damaged at any time."

As he said that, the storekeeper put the wooden box containing the magic weapon on the counter, while he took two steps back and made a gesture of invitation to Su Ming.

Seeing the cautious look of the shopkeeper.

Su Ming had a new assessment of the fragility of the magic weapon in front of him.

He also didn't pick up the magic weapon, the small sword, but put his hand on its hilt lightly.

"I found a first-order low-grade magic weapon, do you want to disassemble it?"

The reminder voice in my mind sounded again.

Su Ming suppressed the joy in his heart, raised his head and said, "Shopkeeper, are you here to buy magical artifacts?"

"You mean?"

There was a hint of joy on the shopkeeper's face.

"A newly refined magic weapon."

Su Ming nodded in affirmation.

"Accept, of course accept!"

The shopkeeper's face was full of joy, "As long as it is a low-grade magic weapon that has just been refined, we will at least give you this price."

The shopkeeper raised two fingers and shook them.

Hearing this, Su Ming immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I want this magic weapon, please make a price."

Even though he knew that Su Ming's move was to lower the price, the shopkeeper still raised his index finger and said, "100 Broken Spirits."

When Su Ming heard this, he turned around and left.

"Hey, hey, can you say a price?"

The shopkeeper greeted quickly.

"50 broken spirits!"

Su Ming stretched out his palm.

(End of this chapter)