The unkempt stall owner in black robes opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing.
He sat cross-legged, leaning slightly towards Qi Yu, as if assessing whether she was qualified to buy the sword.
Qi Yu allowed him to look her over with ease.
After a long while, just as Wen Ru and Liu Xing were about to urge him on, the black-robed stall owner finally opened his lips slightly.
"You want this sword?"
Qi Yu nodded.
I wonder how many sects will come to this sect competition. Her Compassionate Sword has been seen by many people before she entered the Flying Star Sect. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it would be good to change to a different one.
This black iron sword just so happened to be strangely appealing to her.
Even this middle-aged man with a full beard made her feel happy.
The black-robed stall owner fell silent again for some reason. Qi Yu, who rarely seemed so eager for something, took the initiative and said, "Fellow Daoist, please make a price."
The stall owner in the black robe suddenly chuckled, "You like it very much?"
Qi Yu honestly replied, "I like it very much."
"But..." the black-robed stall owner said leisurely, "this sword was made for my daughter. Do you really want it?"
Qi Yu: "..."
What the heck?
If it was made for his daughter, why put it out for sale?
"Just kidding." The black-robed stall owner, seeing the speechless expression on Qi Yu's face, seemed amused and grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
He sighed slowly, "Actually, I don't know where my daughter went either. Her mother ran away with her, and I don't even know if she's alive or dead."
There's a sad story behind this relationship.
However, Qi Yu suspected that this was just a pretext the stall owner made up to raise the price.
They probably want to make more money!
She stood up, a hint of annoyance at having been tricked.
"Since this is something so important to you, fellow Daoist, please keep it safe. Why display it here?"
Qi Yu looked at Wen Ru and Liu Xing and said, "Senior Sister Wen, Liu Xing, let's go."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
"Hey! Hey hey hey! Wait a minute!"
Qi Yu chuckled inwardly.
She's a master of the art of haggling.
Silently, the stall owner in black robes appeared in front of the three of them again. He smiled apologetically and said, "Don't be angry. To be honest, I only told you this sad story because I felt a connection with you."
He sighed and said, "Actually, even if I find my daughter, she might not recognize me as her father. This sword is just something I made for psychological comfort."
"But the more I look at this sword, the more heartbroken I become, so I thought I might as well find a suitable person to give it to."
Qi Yu: "?"
Is there really such a good thing?
Seeing Qi Yu's barely concealed joy, the black-robed stall owner smiled and said, "As long as..."
"Call me 'Dad'!"
Qi Yu: "???"
? ? ?
Qi Yu was completely baffled.
Did she mishear?
She looked at Liu Xing and Wen Ru with disbelief, seeing the same disbelief on their faces.
Qi Yu then turned to the black-robed stall owner and looked him up and down.
Just like Qi Yu had done earlier, the stall owner in the black robe allowed her to look him over with ease.
Before long, a formulaic smile appeared on Qi Yu's lips.
"Honey, if you're sick, go get treatment."
"Turn left out of the city to find the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley. You can choose to live or die, my dear."
The stall owner in the black robe: "?"
Qi Yu ignored him and turned to leave.
The stall owner in the black robe scratched his bald head and chased after them.
"I'm sorry, my dear, I just can't keep my mouth shut. If you don't want to call me that, then you don't have to."
He conjured the black iron sword from his hand and shoved it straight into Qi Yu's hand. "This sword is for you. Remember, it's called the Xuan Yu Sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at Qi Yu one last time with lingering affection, and then suddenly disappeared.
Qi Yu silently gripped the Xuan Yu sword.
It's clearly an iron sword, but they insist on giving it a name with the character "jade" in it.
That's exactly how that stall owner behaves.
【Xiaoyu.】
The phoenix flute in her arms suddenly made a sound.
Qi Yu looked down at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
That person just now... was very strong; he was the strongest I've seen here so far.
He paused for a moment, then continued: "But he meant you no harm."
Qi Yu frowned, a thought suddenly occurring to her.
She put the Xuan Yu Sword back into her storage ring and continued walking forward with Wen Ru.
Wen Ru looked at her with some confusion and said, "Junior Sister Yu, why did you take a fancy to this sword? It's just a piece of ordinary iron. It won't last long against an enemy."
"Moreover, that person didn't have any spiritual energy fluctuations at all, which seemed very strange."
"Maybe he's some kind of reclusive master," Qi Yu smiled, adding, "I just really like this sword, and it didn't cost me anything anyway."
Seeing this, Wenru also said, "Liking it is the most important thing."
The three of them wandered around the city, and Wen Ru told Qi Yu and Liu Xing a lot about what happened during the last sect competition.
Perhaps because the sect competition was about to begin, there were many more people in the city wearing different sect costumes.
Qi Yu even spotted a familiar Taoist robe from Qiankun Fortress among them.
Of course, after changing her face time and time again, there are probably very few people who can recognize her now.
Moreover, the "Qi Yu" from Wucheng Spiritual Academy is already dead.
She is now, of the Niohuru clan...
Oh no, she is now Yu Shengyan, the personal disciple of the Flying Star Sect Master!
After wandering around for a while, Qi Yu felt a bit bored.
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