I pick up trash in the heavens and worlds

As he said that, Yuchi Mubai coughed lightly, and said embarrassingly: "Of course it needs a lot of spirit stones, and the price of one spirit stone is as high as a thousand taels!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Ping suddenly sat up straight, and asked eagerly, "How many spirit stones do you need?"

Yuchi Mubai was stunned for a moment, and said in astonishment: "This... probably, about ten pieces."

Ten thousand taels!

Su Ping's eyes lit up, his brows were tightly frowned, and he kept beating his palms, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Yuchi Mubai was stunned, "Senior Su, are you planning to use spirit stones for cultivation?"

"You...you have a spirit stone!?"

Su Ping glanced at him, I don't have Lingshi, but I think I can get money!

Isn't it just ten thousand taels of silver? Converted into money in modern society, it's about 1000 million yuan. Thinking about it this way, it's not much!

How could it be possible for me to spend five years practicing honestly! ?

Besides, do things that can be solved with money count as things?

But now that he has no strength, Yuchi Mubai seems to be very weak. If someone targets him... he still understands the reason why he would be guilty of committing a crime.

Thinking of this, Su Ping looked at Yuchi Mubai and said seriously: "If a middle-rank martial artist troubles us, is it safe for us to live in this inn?"

Yuchi Mubai pondered for a while and said: "If it's a fourth-rank and fifth-rank, there's no problem, the proprietress of Fengyin Inn is fifth-rank, but if it's sixth-rank, I'm afraid Fengyin Inn would rather lose its reputation than offend the other party."

Su Ping nodded, and continued to ask: "Is there a sixth grade in Pioneer City?"

"Probably not!"

Yuchi Mubai replied very positively, "If you can cultivate to the sixth rank, no matter if you are a martial artist or someone else, you are already a dignified figure, and most of them are the masters of a sect, so it is unlikely that you will come to Pioneer City."

"As for Gaopin, it's even more impossible."

"High grades are not allowed to enter the wilderness! This is an iron order unified by the three dynasties and Taoism and Buddhism!"

Su Ping's pupils shrank when he heard that Gaopin was not allowed to enter the Great Wilderness... Could there be any secrets in the Great Wilderness?

Without thinking too much, Su Ping quickly discarded this idea. He didn't even reach the first rank, so he was worrying about Gaopin. That's an idiot.

Since Fengyin Inn can guarantee safety, then...

"If you sell the knife I gave you, how much silver can it sell for?"

Su Ping looked at Yuchi Mubai, but Yuchi Mubai's expression changed, he tightly clutched the saber stuffed in his arms and muttered in a low voice: "Senior Su, you...you gave it to me! You You are a senior, you can't..."

Su Ping shook his head and laughed. While waving his hands, amidst the clatter of gold and iron, a hill made of sabers appeared beside the two of them.

Yuchi Mubai froze instantly.

Chapter 39 This is a Butcher Knife

It was half dark.

Su Ping went back to his room.

In the previous three full hours, Yuchi Mubai spoke in the previous hour, and Su Ping listened.

In the next two hours, Su Ping taught and Yuchi Mubai learned.

However, what Yuchi Mubai taught Su Ping was to practice martial arts, and what Su Ping taught him was to make money.

Back in the room, Su Ping sighed, it's really hard for Professor Chi Mubai to make money!

Could it be that practicing martial arts has made the brain stupid?So young, how pitiful!

Is this what martial arts do?

If I practice martial arts, I won't have problems with my brain in the future, right?

Su Ping fell asleep worriedly with messy thoughts.

Silent all night.

......

Day two.

Yuchi Mubai woke up early.

As soon as he walked out the door, he saw two figures, one big and one small, squatting furtively by the edge of the fish pond in the courtyard.

Yuchi Mubai approached curiously.

"Why are you so stupid, kid? Is that hair comfortable for you to hold? Put the hairy end in your mouth!"

Su Ping looked at Yu Chixue who was squatting in front of him with disgust.

Yu Chixue let out an aggrieved cry, then lowered her head again.

"Senior Su, who are you?"

Yuchi Mubai couldn't help asking.

After finishing speaking, he looked at his sister curiously again, only to see Yu Chixue inserting a long and thin strip into his mouth back and forth.

He couldn't help wondering: "Little sister, what did you take?"

At this moment, Yu Chixue's mouth was full of white liquid.

She squatted on the ground, looked back at her elder brother proudly, and muttered inarticulately, "Tut like a toothbrush~"

He bared his teeth showing off as he spoke, revealing toothpaste foam in his mouth.

Yuchi Mubai looked at Su Ping suspiciously when he heard the words.

Su Ping spread his hands, and explained helplessly: "This little girl eats chocolate in the morning, and I will ask her to brush her teeth more."

Yuchi Mubai scratched his head, and whispered worriedly: "Well... if you eat it in the morning, what will... happen?"

"I...I ate it just now."

Su Ping suddenly had a black line, coauthored this is what you taught?

Glancing at the two siblings, Su Ping explained angrily: "It's nothing serious, it's just tooth decay."

What's the matter, you are a third-rank martial artist, are you still afraid of tooth decay?

Su Ping reluctantly dropped a toothbrush, turned around and left.

After a while, there was another sneaky figure by the pond.

......

Su Ping returned to the house and began to think about the next plan.

According to the understanding from Yuchi Mubai yesterday, if you sell a batch of modern sabers, let alone the price, even if you can sell them at a high price, the probability of being robbed is extremely high!

Without the corresponding strength, it is impossible to keep so much wealth.

But if you want to become stronger quickly, money is very important.

"I only need ten spirit stones. As long as I raise my cultivation level to the third-rank level and match it with hot weapons, I won't be afraid even if it's a middle-rank one!"

"By that time, you won't have to be as timid as you are now."

Thinking about it, Su Ping's eyes suddenly lit up, or would he use his old skills?

......

After eating the breakfast delivered by the boy, Su Ping walked out of the courtyard alone.

Walking, Su Ping stopped in front of another small courtyard, which is the main courtyard of Fengyin Inn, where the inn's own people live.

At this time, a man in a short shirt in the courtyard was sweating profusely, and he kept waving a knife at the dummy made of grass and trees in front of him.

"it is good!"

Su Ping praised with a smile, and walked into the courtyard slowly.

The man in the short shirt was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, looked at Su Ping and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you."

The man in the short shirt is named Qin Yun, the younger brother of Qin Shu, the owner of Fengyin Inn.

"Under Su Ping, may I ask your brother Gao's surname?"

Su Ping stood still two meters away from Qin Yun, and asked with cupped hands.

"Qin Yun!"

After Qin Yun finished speaking, he looked at Su Ping, a stranger, with some doubts.

But since he can appear here, it means that this person should be a guest in the inn, so his attitude is still kind.

Under Qin Yun's puzzled eyes, Su Ping suddenly sighed softly, and said in a bleak voice, "I don't know how old you are, brother?"

"27."

Su Ping's face became even more gloomy, and he said softly: "I watched Brother Qin practice diligently outside the door before, which reminded me of an old friend who passed away."

"Oh?" Qin Yun frowned and asked, "Brother Su's old friend is also a swordsman?"

Su Ping held back the twitching of his mouth, sighed, and said in a low voice: "That's right, my old man was only obsessed with knives all his life, and he practiced knives every day except eating and sleeping."

Qin Yun's eyes lit up, and he unconsciously looked closer to Su Ping.

Su Ping quickly noticed, and sighed a little: "Once, a knife that accompanied him for a long time was damaged, and he stood in the snow for three days. I asked him why."

Qin Yun listened carefully. Seeing Su Ping looking at him, he couldn't help urging, "What did he say?"

Su Ping looked straight and said: "He said: I am paying homage to the dead knife."

Qin Yun's expression froze.

Su Ping continued: "I didn't know until then that his affection for Dao has surpassed that of a life-and-death friend!"

Qin Yun fell silent, and he spoke again after a while, with a slightly respectful tone: "He is a real swordsman!"

Seeing that Su Ping was silent, Qin Yun asked again: "Can I know his name?"

Su Ping said seriously: "Roronoa Sauron."

"Roronoa Zoro...such a name..." Qin Yun muttered in a low voice.

After a while, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly said: "People from overseas?"

Su Ping froze for a moment, you're so fucking right! ?

Thinking about it, Su Ping nodded dully.

Qin Yun didn't speak again, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Su Ping said with a smile: "Before my old man left, he gave me a treasured sword he obtained overseas."

As he spoke, he took out a knife from his arms, a butcher's knife made of modern high-carbon steel.

Under the sunlight, the cold light flickered.

Qin Yun's gaze was attracted, he hesitated and said, "Brother Su, can I take a look?"

Su Ping handed it over with a smile, and Qin Yun took it solemnly.

As soon as he picked it up, Qin Yun's heart skipped a beat. His first feeling was that it was really comfortable to hold.

At this time, Su Ping randomly took a long knife from the weapon rack beside him, and threw it to Qin Yun with a smile.

Qin Yun's eyes lit up, and he naturally understood what he meant. He picked up the long knife and held it horizontally, and swung out the butcher's knife with the other hand.

Ping~ There was a crisp sound, the long knife split into two, and half of the blade fell to the ground.

On the other hand, the Butcher's Knife still shone coldly, without any damage.

"Good knife!"

Qin Yun looked excited, and looked at the butcher's knife in his hand full of longing.

You must know that the long knife that was cut off just now was forged by a famous blacksmith in the city, but in front of this knife, it is extremely fragile.

If this is the case when you are fighting someone, you can cut off the opponent's weapon in one blow, wouldn't you be able to kill him easily?

The more he thinks about it, the more he likes it. A good knife is more attractive to swordsmen than anything else.

Seeing that Qin Yun's emotions were already in place, Su Ping suddenly said seriously: "I'm not a swordsman, this precious sword is given to Brother Qin."

Qin Yun suddenly turned his head to look at Su Ping, puzzled, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but then he felt extremely reluctant.