When Song Qianji returned to the house to get the sword, he brought the talisman given by Chen Hongzhu.

The journey was unobstructed. When he met a patrol disciple of the third team of law enforcement hall, he just stopped him and wanted to interrogate him. When he saw another red paper crane in front of him, he quickly moved away.

In front of the mountain gate, the disciple on duty also greeted him politely and watched him leave.

But I don’t know what I think of, my expression is strange, and my envy is mixed with sympathy.

As soon as Song Qianji's back disappeared, they couldn't wait to gather together to gossip.

The vigilance is boring, and finally there is something new that can relieve the fatigue and be able to chat all night:

"What did he do in the middle of the night? Didn't you ask?"

"He brought the eldest lady's talisman, dare you ask? Why don't you ask?"

"Hey, who says men don't look serious? People who are good-looking are just taking advantage of everything."

Huawei Zong is in the position of Tianxizhou, Lin County.

Square eyes are the entire Tianxizhou, and the Huawei Sect is the only one who is the only one who is the giant tree that is raising the sky, with big leaves and deep roots. There are countless mortal towns and tribes that depend on it.

There are temples of immortals in each territorial area. Under the leadership of the royal family or the local immortal officials, the people worship the golden statues of the head of Huawei Sect and the master of the peak on time to increase their fortunes.

"Huaweicheng" is one of them.

It is not many miles away from Huawei Mountain, and it is backed by a big tree. Evil cultivators dare not attack it. It is particularly prosperous, with a population of one million.

Walking in this majestic city without curfews and without closing doors at night, the night wind becomes softer and more intoxicating.

If Song Qianji goes east to the city, dance pavilions and singing platforms, golden lamps are like day, and he will meet Zhao Jiheng and others, and spend a lot of money, and willows are drunk and flowers are sleeping.

If you go south of the city, the gambling house is shouting and clamoring, maybe Xu looks at the mountain and Qiu Dacheng is touching the cards and placing bets, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

Song Qianji went to the north of the city.

The north of the city is an old street.

People who live here sleep early, occasionally make noise at night, and dogs bark cats and make children cry.

The street wine shop, the silk and satin shop, has been closed and locked, and the half-old wine flag is left to sway in the wind.

The old alley is narrow and long, like a spider web. If you are a newcomer, you will inevitably fall into a dead end without a local person. You will have to explore for a month before you can barely get lost.

But Song Qianji was determined and did not hesitate.

Have not taken a wrong path, have not made a wrong turn.

The spring moon is cool and the long street is quiet.

The stone slabs have been polished and smooth after storms, reflecting the long and oblique shadow of the Song Crown Machine.

He suddenly remembered that at this moment of his previous life, he was also walking on this path.

In the Huawei Sect, a young disciple of the outer sect killed someone in the sect and escaped from prison. He felt that he had lost his majesty and offered a reward for chasing him in the entire cultivation world.

Song Qianji escaped without escaping. He had just gone down the mountain to refine the Qi period, and there was a fish in the middle of the search, so where could he escape from the search of the high-level monks? He relied on "hiding".

Relying on meticulous observation, every step of caution, and the negligence and arrogance of high-level monks.

He left behind clues of escaping outside the city, boldly turned back and hid Huawei City, while pretending to be ugly and beggars, while practicing hard.

He is more familiar with all the dark alleys and dog holes in Huawei City than to fight for a better man. There is a map engraved in it, always assuming which road the enemy appears, which way he takes, and where he escapes as soon as possible.

Although a long time later, the cultivation world called him "Song Qianji immortal in a hundred battles", the first thing he learned was not to draw his sword to fight, but to run away from his life.

When I revisited the old place, it was the full moon.

Song Qianji was carrying a long sword in his hand and was walking in the moonlight.

In this life, he will never run away again.

The old street is quiet and dark, and there is a shop with lights on.

Song Qianji stopped in front of the store, his eyes showing a hint of emotion.

The four-character door plaque has a paint loss, and the last two characters can be vaguely identified: pawnshop.

The pawnshops in Huaweicheng are all open next to the casino.

This is too young, too old, the lights are as yellow as beans, the shopkeeper is planning to do, the guy is shooting flies, and the old cat is dozing off.

Walking into the hall, there was a pair of unsatisfactory couplets opposite the white wall.

‌Couplet, since ancient times, no one has died.

In the second couplet, money is something outside of the body.

The horizontal banner is about getting rich after a while.

Song Qianji stood in the hall, and no one even greeted him. There was a tragic word "death" in the couplet.

As a pawn shop for making a living, it is really unlucky and unlucky.

"Here you live!" Song Qianji greeted the guy, "Be a thing."

"What are you doing?" The old shopkeeper lifted his eyelids and squinted his eyes slightly to look at him.

"Be a sword."

The old sword slapped on the long table, and a crisp sound was made.

The old cat who was dozing under the window.

"Ten spirit stones, no bargaining."

The shopkeeper turned his eyes and the guy went into the backstage to click on the guest with a love-in-law expression.

"Ten spirit stones are just right to buy a piano," said Song Qianji.

"How do you know that they are still selling pianos?" The guy looked at him and said in surprise, "No, how do you know that their pianos are sold for ten yuan? You haven't come before!"

"How do you know that you didn't come?" Song Qianji, "Maybe you forgot."

The guy was dissatisfied: "Impossible! ‌‌后…”

"Talk!" The shopkeeper shouted softly and glared at the guy, "Let the piano."

A piano and the sword brought by Song Qianji were arranged together on the long table.

Song Qianji started and weighed it and tried two notes.

The body of the piano is very strong and the sound is very accurate. The seven strings form a small amplification array, which is suitable for the sound practice for beginners.

In the entire Huawei City, this one is definitely the best piano that can be bought with ten spirit stones.

"No." Song Qianji frowned.

"What's wrong?" The young man was angry, "I'll know what piano you're most suitable for! There is no one in our store that matches you more than this one."

The shopkeeper also thought the guy was talking, so he picked up the abacus and knocked him on the head.

"It's not for use." Song Qianji said, "It's too heavy, is there any lighter one?"

The body of the piano is heavy, and the thin woman may not be able to hold it. The strings are also heavy, and the finger strength is not enough to play the sound.

"Are you someone else buying a piano?" The shopkeeper and the guy's expressions changed.

"Yes." Song Qianji nodded.

"Send someone? Let the female cultivator?" The old shopkeeper who was too lazy to talk suddenly looked very kind, "Why didn't you say it earlier? Come, come and sit down and chat. Xiao Zhuo, why are you doing? The guest is making a pot of tea. We have a next life. Seeing this unlucky child, I have no wink!"

The guy named Xiaozhuo rolled his eyes and went to serve the tea.

Song Qianji: "No need to worry, buy a piano."

"The female cultivator can buy a piano, and it's not okay to worry about it." The shopkeeper said.

Song Qianji, I miss you, don’t fool you.

Because of Miaoyan, he bought more than one piano in his previous life.

A famous piano is like a famous sword, and it is hard to find.

He went through a lot of trouble and found ten rare ancient scores, and a famous zither "Taigu Yiyin" that has been extinct in the world was given to Miaoyan as a betrothal gift.

The exquisite sandalwood boxes in all directions are arranged in a row, and the guy opens the box, and the brightness is suddenly revealed.

Some pianos paint gold and phoenixes, some pianos embellish beads and foils, some carved patterns, and some inlaid pearls...

The dilapidated small pawnshop was once magnificent and colorful in an instant.

"Do you have any?" asked the shopkeeper, "This batch doesn't work, there are still some later."

"‌‌‌A ordinary one, just click it." Song Qianji said.

"No! The piano used by female cultivators is not good at ordinary people, so they can't do it." The shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly.

Song Qianji glanced at the wooden sign that was priced at the Qinka, and felt dizzy:

"Do you have to sell it for such a high price? This is not Xianyin Sect, there are not many female cultivators in the city who play the piano!"

The shopkeeper said frankly: "Even if the female cultivators can't afford it, there will be people like you to pay for it. So women's money will always be more profitable than men's money."

Song Qianji could not refute: "...it makes sense."
To be continued...