When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Standing in the dark elf's small courtyard, Hong Ming frowned unobtrusively.This is a small courtyard with only three rooms, and the courtyard walls are very high, but the courtyard is too small, and the canopy of a big tree completely covers the courtyard, making it extremely shabby.

Beside him, Sarn boasted a little ostentatiously, "It's not easy to get a single courtyard in the west. There is also a tree, which has an excellent blocking effect..."

Hong Ming looked up at him, took out a magic talisman from his sleeve, threw it lightly, and stuck it on the tree. After flashing twice, it sank directly into the heart of the tree, and then a faint light that could not be detected by the naked eye spread from the heart of the tree. Open up, covering the sky above the small courtyard.Hong Ming said calmly, "The low-level defensive magic circle can prevent magic prying eyes."

Saen immediately swallowed back the half sentence of "even the sun can't shine in", and put on a more attentive smile, "Master Hong Ming, if you have nothing to do now, can I go to the market to buy some equipment? The consumption of the sky is too great, and there is not even a weapon left..."

Those burning eyes could almost shine, Hong Ming laughed dumbfounded.After hesitating for a moment, he slowly pulled out a short sword from his sleeve. It was only about a foot long and weighed a catty. It looked more like a dagger in his hand.After stroking the blade lightly, Hong Ming turned his hand and handed the short sword to the dark elf. "There is some sharp gold energy, which is something I sacrificed in my free time, so you can use it."

Although he couldn't figure out the relationship between mages and swords, Sarn still took it without hesitation.The dagger is very light, with double-sided blades, and there is a complicated pattern in the middle. With this pattern as the boundary, the upper and lower parts of the sword body reflect different gloomy lights, one green and one white, it looks like a good sword.As for the aura of sharp gold, it is probably a kind of enchantment, and this kind of magic that is neither dark nor bright is the most suitable thing for him.Sarn grinned and bowed smartly, "My lord, I sincerely thank you for your generosity."

Before the dark elf straightened up, Hong Ming turned his gaze away, looked at the sky, and saw that it was already three poles above the moon, "I want to practice here, you can protect me... whatever, just go, don't disturb me Can."

After that, he ignored the dark elf and walked straight to the tree.San saw the back of the mage, shrugged and returned to his room.There have been a lot of unlucky things in the past two days, but the harvest is also quite big, a bottle of panacea, a cloak comparable to a high-level robe (unfortunately it is white), a family-type defensive cover (although I don’t know how low-level mages are. What level is it, but it’s not bad if you think about it), and a good sword.Satisfied, he put these on the table and touched his chin, now it's time to cash out.The damn task is not completed, and you have to pay ten times the liquidated damages, which is 1500 gold coins, enough for a high-level enchanted weapon... His eyes turned around in this pile of things, and finally locked on the small medicine bottle, put All the pills were poured out and checked, and there were actually 11 pills left. The mage probably still has a lot of such things. It would be best to sell two of them for money. What he needs to do is to convince the buyer that the medicine is extremely expensive... So He rummaged through the box to find a gorgeous wooden box, took three pills and walked out.

Today's Sanjiang City is still noisy and intoxicating.

The moon was annoyingly large, and Sharn wrapped his cloak tightly and stalked along the shadows of the alley, the dark ward like a soft blanket, enveloping him in the safety of darkness.After walking three streets, he turned into a dark alley, and a big signboard was shining under the moonlight, which read: Thrift store.There is no store name, no label, a simple nameplate.This is one of the best places to sell stolen goods in the entire Sanjiang City, with reliable identification, reasonable prices, cash on hand, and more importantly, never asking where things come from.Sann walked in.

The shopkeeper was a fat man, his belly was tightly held by a belt, his shirt buttons were precariously stretched, and he had a gentle smile on his face, looking harmless to humans and animals.His smile widened when he saw someone walk through the door.

"Is there anything you need help with?"

"This." Sarn took out the wooden box from his arms. As before, the standard long gloves and mask, as well as the common language with a changed tone, covered up all the characteristics that could be associated with the dark elves. "Healing medicine, as long as it is not dead, it will be cured within 1 minute."

"What a novel effect." Fatty's face remained motionless, showing no surprise or interest. "Can you identify it?"

"Anything." Sarn handed him the box.

The fat man cautiously opened the lid of the box, took out a elixir, looked at it against the light, smelled it again, took out two magic devices and observed carefully for a long time, and finally took out a small knife, "Is it okay?"

Sarn nodded.

The knife lightly touched the pill, scraped slowly and carefully, and scraped off a thin layer of powder in a short while. "Internal or external use?"

"Do it internally."

With a sharp turn of the blade, the fat man cut a long cut on his arm, and blood spurted out immediately.Still smiling, he picked up the powder and swallowed it.After a few seconds, the bleeding stopped and the wound slowly healed.This time the fat man finally raised his eyebrows, and closed the box with satisfaction.

"Are there only these three?"

"Yes."

"Each 1000 gold coins, if there are three together, I will give you 500 more."

"Gold coins cannot be enchanted, cannot be tracked, and must be the cleanest."

"As you wish." The fat man smiled and took out a money bag and handed it to Sarn.He took it, weighed it, and walked out of the shop without saying a word.

"Welcome to come next time." Fatty kept smiling, watching the guests disappear out of the dark alley.After a while, he picked up the wooden box and went inside, and took out a teleportation scroll from the drawer. It took only 3 seconds for the small wooden box to disappear from the spot with a bang.The fat man put away the discarded scroll, wiped the blood on his hands, and stood in front of the counter again with a smiling expression.

With 3500 gold coins in his pocket, Sarn couldn't be more satisfied. Of course he knew that the pills were still sold cheaply, but who would care so much for free money?It took twice as much effort, and he beat around the bush to throw off all possible tracers before sneaking back to his den, almost humming a little tune and walking into the gate.However, the sight in front of him made him stay where he was.

Under the big tree that blocked all the light in the courtyard, the black-robed mage was dancing... No, to be precise, he was performing some wonderful ceremony with a sword, but his posture and expression were all the most beautiful. The most beautiful dance.The snow-white wrist shone slightly in the golden light of the sword, and the robe danced with the wind, revealing a thin waist. Sometimes the tip of the sword was golden, like thunder, and sometimes it was like a breeze blowing on the face, sprinkling ten thousand hectares of silver light .Every movement, every gesture was accompanied by a soft hum, as if his sword were singing to him.

The dark elf suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes.All elves are species of vision and hearing. Their talents make them love elegance, beauty, and harmony in nature. All beautiful things can deeply touch their sensitive heartstrings.Before the settlement, this was also the nature of the dark elves, but the dark realm obliterated everything.In that dark underworld, only blood and slaughter, conspiracy and calculations are the best medicine to save one's life.Layers of white bones are stacked under the exquisite buildings, and the most beautiful singing is nothing but a chanting dedicated to the Spider Queen.When he spent ten years of long and lonely fleeing career, in the first spring on the surface, he accidentally met a group of surface elves celebrating the spring festival.They stroked the lyre, sang the spring and the silver moon in melodious elf language, and the elf girls with garlands danced to show their love to the beloved warriors.At that moment, Sarn was so excited that he couldn't help himself. For the first time, he knew the beauty of music and dance, and for the first time, he felt nostalgic for this never-friendly surface.However, no race can sing and dance defenselessly in front of the dark elves...

No, San blinked his eyes hard, of course it couldn't be dancing for him.After staring at it for a while, he suddenly switched to night spectrum vision, and this time he saw a completely different scene.The elemental air in the courtyard is like a turbulent raging wave. The red element is the fire element, the yellow element is the earth element, and the earth is vying for space. The blue water element and the green wind element are mixed as one.The four elements churned and roared, rushing wildly towards the silver light in the center, like moths rushing to the flame, surging again and again, retreating again and again, no trace of elemental power could be integrated into the silver light, they seemed to be singing in unison, Longing for integration, longing for assimilation, longing for star point response, Yinmang just stands in the middle coldly, so far away, so lonely.

There was a long buzzing sound, and the sword sound stopped abruptly.Sarn switched back to normal vision, and saw that the mage under the tree had stopped moving, his head was lowered, staring at the long sword in his hand, and then he raised his head.

Their gazes were directly facing each other. In those eyes that were calm and emotionless before, Sarn saw burning anger and ambition as sharp as a blade. It was completely different from the elegance and loneliness of a moment ago. People, Saen was stunned for a while, and finally showed a smile.A mage is still a mage.It was no different from other magic madmen he knew.Sarn bowed far away to pay tribute, turned and walked back to his room, leaving only the mage standing blankly in the dark courtyard.