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But compared to Liangcheng, there are no cars here.

Zhang Feng looked at the busy city on the left and walked to the right.

After walking about half a mile, I came to a cloth shop.

The shopkeeper of the cloth shop came out and asked people to unload the goods.

Lao Qi took the money and handed it directly to Zhang Feng, saying, "Don't worry in Brother Zhang's hands."

Zhang Feng also heard the prompt.

'Guard mission completed.

Bring back the money for the goods and return to Liangcheng Cloth Shop. '

Hear the prompt.

Zhang Feng did not continue to follow Lao Qi and the others, but pointed to the way: "You go find a place to store the carriage first, and I will go to the market over there."

"Okay..." Lao Qi and the two didn't ask much, they just left a sentence to store the carriage, and went to the market entrance to pick up Zhang Feng, and then went to eat together.

As for whether this brother Zhang will take the money and run away.

Lao Qi felt that the two of them had already recovered their lives.

Seeing that they were going to store the carriage, Zhang Feng walked straight to the entrance of the market, wanting to see if there were any weapons for sale there.

I was in a hurry in Liangcheng before, and I had to deliver the goods with the car, so I didn't have time to choose.

But now I have time, money, and things that may happen along the way back.

As long as there is a good weapon, it will greatly increase the strength.

Take the matter with the bandits before.

Zhang Feng felt that if he had a knife better than theirs, he could cut off their weapons and slit their throats.

No need to dodge their blades, or compete with them for parry.

After all, there are so many of them, and every second of delay means that there is an extra second of danger, and they will be attacked by enemies.

And as I walked around the market, it was close to twelve noon.

Zhang Feng rubbed his stomach, smelling all kinds of rice aromas coming from nowhere.

Unknowingly, I also turned around half of the market.

There are weapons on the nearby stalls, and there are many more.

On the way, I turned to another blacksmith shop, but I didn't find many of them.

Until I walked a long circle in the market.

When Zhang Feng walked back, he only picked out places where there were not many people, and the price was expensive at first glance. When he reached a few stalls that were relatively remote, his eyes were attracted by the weapons on one of the stalls.

It was placed at the bottom of a pile of porcelain pots and ironware, and it was housed in a leather scabbard. It had a slender silhouette and was shaped like a Tang knife.

Zhang Feng liked it a little at first glance, and was going to have a look.

But just came to the booth.

The stall owner smiled and was ready to greet customers.

A young man in his twenties who walked quickly on the road facing him said to Zhang Feng, "Did you drop something in the alley next to you?"

"Things?" Zhang Feng looked at him, following the direction of his finger, looking at the alley next to him.

When the stall owner next to him saw the young man, his smile stopped suddenly.

The young man still looked anxious, and winked at Zhang Feng, looking very anxious, it really seemed that Zhang Feng lost something, or something happened.

Looking at the posture of the young man and the stall owner, Zhang Feng felt that there was something wrong, so he left the stall a few steps.

Wait about ten meters away from the booth.

The young man didn't continue walking, but looked at the booth behind, and said in a low voice,

"You are not from our county, right? People in our county don't go here to buy things. They are very dark, and the things on the stalls are very expensive, and you just have to go to his stall to ask for something, and you can't buy it."

The young man said, it seemed that he had suffered a loss, or had a grudge against the stall owner.

Now that he saw Zhang Feng, he reminded him that it was revenge.

Hearing the young man's kindness, Zhang Feng nodded his thanks and continued to buy a knife without saying a word.

As long as it is a good thing, it will be more expensive if it is more expensive, which is normal.

"You" the young man was a little impatient, and felt that Zhang Feng took his kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, but he didn't leave, so he walked around the alley, hoping to see Zhang Feng suffer.

The stall owner was really happy to see that Zhang Fengye broke up unhappy, "Little bastard, there is not a few hairs on his mouth, who will believe you if you have a red mouth and white teeth?"

The stall owner smiled inwardly, looked at Zhang Feng, and was about to slaughter the fat sheep.

But when Zhang Feng came to his booth, no matter what he was thinking, his expression was kind, and he said with a smile,

"Look, these things are all rare items that I scoured all over the provinces a few years ago. You really can't see them in other places!"

"That's something to watch." Zhang Feng looked at the Tang knife again.

Seeing the stall owner nodding his approval.

Zhang Feng picked up the Tang Dao from the booth and pulled it out.

Hold it in your hand and watch it from a close distance. The blade is more than three feet long, and the handle is five inches. You can hold it tightly with both hands and chop.

Reflecting the afternoon sun, the blade is polished and maintained like a mirror, reflecting the dazzling light. It is a good knife, and it looks sharp.

At the same time, the stall owner saw Zhang Feng scrutinizing Tang Dao carefully, but asked abruptly, "Look at you, you're not from us, are you?"

"Yes." Zhang Feng replied.

The stall owner smiled and praised himself: "Then you have come to the right place! The items here are genuine!

As for the knife in your hand, it was first thrown into the hands of a great general!

A few years ago, I was exiled to a wealthy family in Qi Province. After I heard about it, I bought it because of a trustee relationship.

But when I saw you today, I thought you were a perfect match for this knife at first glance!

Not much to say, if you take 20 yuan, this treasure will belong to you, you can take it away! "

As the stall owner spoke, he began to praise Tang Dao again, talking about it in a wild way, as if this sword should only exist in the sky.

At this time, Dayang sold it to Zhang Feng for 20 yuan, which was Zhang Feng's blessing.

Also at this moment, several stall owners next to him saw Zhang Feng's words and heard that Zhang Feng was not a local.

At the entrance of the alley, a young man who was supposed to be watching a joke, but couldn't bear to show his nervous thoughts, wanted to tell Zhang Feng to run quickly.

Zhang Feng tilted his head, looked around at several stall owners who were staring at him,

"20 Yuan Ocean"

Zheng!Cut down with a Tang knife on one side.

There was a slight sound of breaking wind, and the blade stopped by the ear of the stall owner who was still praising Tang Dao, and a few strands of hair fell from his ear.

The "I" stall owner's face turned pale with fright, all kinds of words were blocked in his mouth, his body remained motionless, and the conversation stopped.

The stall owner next to him also turned his eyes away, doing his own thing, as if he didn't see it.

The peeping young man was also stunned, and he was glad that the evil stall owner had met a vicious star, the one who would draw his sword at the slightest disagreement.

"It's a good knife." Zhang Feng put away the knife, stroked the cold blade with his finger and praised, "The shopkeeper is indeed an honest person, and what he said is true, this knife is good."

"Look," the stall owner suddenly changed his previous hype into a flattering smile, "I'm not wrong, am I right? This knife is right in the eye with you, a big ocean, you take it! Our money is not bad!"

"Isn't it Twenty Days?" Zhang Feng asked back, the fingers touching the blade stopped, and stared at him, "You said I remembered it wrong?"

"Yo! You must be a servant." The stall owner said curiously: "The little one said twenty copper coins, but the little one didn't make it clear. It's not your servant!"

Zhang Feng smiled, grabbed a handful of copper coins found from the bandit's corpse from his pocket, and threw it to him.

"20 yuan, just a little more, a little bit from the shopkeeper."

The stall owner took it, looked at the bloodshot copper coins with his eyes, and seemed to smell the bloody smell on it, his scalp went numb for a moment, he couldn't count, but he held his hands together and saluted,

"Grandfather~ The number is correct! You and your knife go slowly!"

Zhang Feng nodded in return, put his knife into its sheath and left, turning into a side alley.

Meet young people who want to say something.

Zhang Feng turned his head to the alley and pointed, "What are you still doing here, waiting for them to come and vent your anger on you?"

The young man nodded hurriedly, let go of his feet and ran away.

Zhang Feng walked a few steps, leaned against the wall and saw that the stall owner hadn't chased him, and didn't ask anyone to stop him for revenge, so he turned back to the street from the other end of the alley and disappeared into the busy street.

But in fact, regardless of whether Zhang Feng is not cautious.

The stall owner really didn't dare to find it.

It's okay for him to lie to a fat sheep, but when he really met Zhang Feng, who didn't seem like a joke, he would have thrown his guts back on the kang at grandma's house.

But the vendors not far away saw this scene and saw that the uncle just now was not there, so they walked up to the stall owner who was silent, pretending to be concerned, and said to the stall owner with sincerity on his face, as if watching a gossip joke.

"Are you okay? You just let him go? Why don't you call brothers!"

"I made a little money anyway"

The stall owner muttered something as if he wanted to save face, proving that he was right, and then gave him a frightened look, and threw him a blood-stained copper coin.

"What if you don't let me go? If you don't go, the knife will not be on my stall, but on my head."

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the other side.

Zhang Feng left the alley and walked towards the entrance of the market with Tang Dao slung across his shoulders.

Not far away, through the crowd, I saw Lao Qi and the two standing at the entrance of the market.

They talked and looked around.

When they saw Zhang Feng approaching, they smiled and greeted him quickly.

"I bought something." Zhang Feng patted Tang Dao on his waist, apologetically.

It is estimated that Lao Qi and the others have been waiting for a long time.

"We've just arrived too." The old Qi and the two still smiled and didn't mention this topic.

"The dumpling restaurant you mentioned." Zhang Feng sniffed the smell of rice in the air for a while, but he was really hungry, "Is it far from here?"

Lao Qi pointed to the street crossing diagonally, "After passing this street, it's about three hundred steps away."

Zhang Feng nodded, and the three of them walked while chatting.

When I walked through this street, I hadn't walked a few steps.

Zhang Feng looked forward, and there was indeed a dumpling restaurant on the left.

Arrived in the hall.

There are twenty tables inside, and more than half of the guests are seated.

At the same time, a smell of soy sauce rushed towards me, and I couldn't drive it away.

Zhang Feng felt even hungrier.

"Gentlemen, please!" The clerk in the store ran over with small steps, holding a rag in his hand.

"First, six servings of your signature dumplings." Lao Qi seems to be a regular customer here, and without waiting for the waiter to ask more questions, he skillfully mentioned the staple food and a few stacks of dipping sauces to eat today.

Wait until the buddy remembers.

Zhang Feng and the others had just chosen a seat by the window, and they hadn't sat down yet.

The clerk wiped the table and chairs clean first, then trotted to the counter to get a pot of tea, and three cups came over.

"Master, wait a moment!"

After making tea, the buddy sang a promise, and went to work.

While waiting to cook.