"Since it is a book of filth, why do you want a stack of it?"
Although the old man is old and frail, he is obviously a cultivator, but his cultivation is low, which makes it difficult to hide his aging.
But he has sharp ears and eyes, and he hears the important points.
"Ahem! Of course you have to buy all these filthy books, or else let them continue to harm kind-hearted girls like Shuang'er?"
When Yang Feng said this, he was confident.
They say people become better with age. Doesn’t the owner of this bookstore know what Yang Feng is thinking?
It's just that after finally recruiting such a big customer, how could he drive them away?
At that moment, he smiled and said: "My little friend really understands justice, I admire you very much!"
"Wherever, Buddha said: 'I am not as good as hell, who will go to hell?'"
However, when the bookstore owner recalled what Yang Feng said before, he always felt that something was wrong. Now that he thought about it carefully, he almost couldn't help laughing.
As everyone knows, when Yang Feng's words of praise to Shuang'er blurted out, Shuang'er's face was already red and ashamed.
"My little friend, you are so sacrificing your life for charity, why haven't you asked me your surname?"
Unknowingly, the old man in the bookstore started to be polite to Yang Feng. He must have been shocked by Yang Feng's generosity and wanted to hug Yang Feng's thigh tightly.
"Haha! Don't take your surname as a name. You boy, you have no name and no surname. People give you the nickname, 'Hunter'."
Yang Feng had already thought of a code name before he came here. The purpose of his coming here was to obtain the honorific title of Massacre. However, to obtain this title, he had to kill 100,000 people or kill ten people. Honorable title.
Named Hunt, it means killing all the people in the Nine Streets.
"Young hunter, little Shuang'er, please follow me into the store for a look."
In order to please Yang Feng, the old man spent a lot of money.
"Old man Bai, I remember that I have been here many times before, and you just handed me the book at the door and never let me enter the store. What happened today..."
"Ahem, little girl, if you don't understand the movie, don't talk nonsense. Look, you buy one book at a time, and you spend a lot of money to grind it out. This little hunter has packed all the books for me. Naturally, the two cannot be compared.”
The bookstore owner unlocked the door of the bookstore.
Row upon row of bookcases, a vast sea of books.
For a person like Yang Feng who has seen big scenes, this is the first time he has seen so many books.
"Hahaha! Is this an eye-opening experience for you little hunter? These books! They are all my dearest treasures. If it weren't for the pressure of life, I would never be able to part with them and sell them."
When Yang Feng was in high school, he was taciturn and cowardly, but one good thing was that he liked to go to the library and read all kinds of weird books.
As for this bookstore owner, the inventory in this bookstore all comes from the world of immortality. Although there are not even half of the exercises and spiritual arts in it, most of them are anecdotes from the world of immortality.
For example, the book Yang Feng is holding now, "Those Things About the Hehuan Sect", and the books on this row of bookshelves, Yang Feng even saw something about Pan Xuan.
"About the Secret Love Fairy Qingxuan Being Beaten by the Elders", "The Female Monkey of the Great Sage Academy", "The Female Bathhouse of Penglai University", "Homosexuality at Fangcunshan University", in short, the "scandals" of various immortal and demon cultivating forces are all have.
It can be said to be all-encompassing and has everything you need.
"Ahem! Senior, are you serious about these books?"
Yang Feng casually browsed through a few books. Some of these books were very new and some were very old. It was just the content! But it is unsatisfactory.
"Young fellow hunter, these books I have collected from the outside world, they are absolutely worthless."
"By the way, Mr. Hunter, the book you want can only be found on the second floor. I believe it will satisfy you."
The bookstore owner just wanted to support Yang Feng as his ancestor.
"Senior please!"
Yang Feng is not lustful, but these books are required courses for becoming a man. Sooner or later, Yang Feng will break up the relationship with Gu Qianqian, so he should learn more and be prepared.
After making a gesture of invitation, Yang Feng went upstairs.
The second floor of the bookstore has a richer collection of books than the first floor.
"Pictures of Three Thousand Jade Girls", "Skills in Controlling Houses" (full volume), "Hills and Valleys in the Breast"...
Countless.
Of course Yang Feng did not indulge in it.
Yang Feng noticed a book used to pad the corner of the table.
It was a very thick book, and it was also a very old book. The cover of the book was made of a parchment roll, and the corners of the book were yellowed and rolled out of shape.
"Senior, can I have a look at this book?"
"Hey! This is a magazine that records the stars of Daxia. Think of it as a gift from me. After all, you bought nearly a hundred of my books. How can you do it without a discount?"
The owner of the bookstore said as he took out the books used to pad the corners of the table.
On the parchment scroll, there are a few big characters written: Daxia Mountains and Rivers Magazine.
Yang Feng flipped through the pages at will, browsing the contents of the book.
Most of them are illustrations, but each illustration has a text description.
Inadvertently, he browsed to Zhuxian University. The book had a detailed introduction, the origin of Zhuxian University, and the specific location of Zhuxian University.
"Hey! Then I'm not polite. Please help me wrap up all the books, senior."
At this time, Xiao Shuang'er was also holding a book and ran towards Yang Feng.
"Brother, I want this book."
"How a Good Girl is Raised", Yang Feng didn't pay much attention to it, but he heard the bookstore owner whisper: "If you are a killer, why should you be a good girl?"
Yang Fengquan pretended not to hear, but became defensive towards Shuang'er. Of course, he did not show the slightest hostility.
Looking back now, Yang Feng realized that not only was the landlady's origin mysterious, but the identities of the two sons were also unknown.
The scene when Xiao Shuang'er threatened him with a butcher's knife was still vivid in his mind.
The physical strength of the eighth-level Bone Tempering Realm is naturally not afraid of the butcher knife, but what if the quality of the butcher knife exceeds that of the best spiritual weapon?
Killing skills, yes! What Shuang'er performed at that time was definitely the killing technique that Pan Xuan wanted Yang Feng to learn.
You must know that Yang Feng is a monk in the Bigu stage, and with the addition of bone-tempering physical training, his spiritual and spiritual senses are far more sensitive than ordinary people imagine.
Not to mention Shuang'er, a little girl of seven or eight years old, even a strong person in the pseudo-alchemy realm would not be able to get close easily.
"Senior, how many spirit stones are there in total?"
"A thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
The bookstore owner looked like he was jealous of the money. Shuang'er pouted and said, "Humph! A profiteer."
"My little ancestor! I have spent most of my life working on these books. To buy a little hunting friend, I have already given them the cost price."
When Shuang'er heard that he was a profiteer, the bookstore owner immediately shouted that he was wronged.
"Senior, is there any news about the massacre in the Ninth Street?"
Yang Fengke has always kept in mind the massacre in Nine Streets.
"Young hunter, you have asked the right person. However, I do not sell information here, but I know where to sell information."
The bookstore owner deliberately put it off, trying to whet Yang Feng's appetite.
"where?"
"Chance Pavilion, turn left from me..."
"Then turn right and go straight, passing through three alleys in the middle. It's really annoying. I have to drag my words out."
Xiao Shuang'er on the side finished speaking directly on behalf of the bookstore owner.
"Oh! I said you are a little girl, why are you so anxious?"
"Hmph! The old man asked you to speak ill of me, and the next time...Hmph!"
Realizing that Yang Feng was present next to him, Shuang'er didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
"Big brother, I will take you to Chance Pavilion."
"Senior, that kid goes first."
Yang Feng said politely.
"Haha! It's okay, little friend, come here often when you have nothing to do."
Today's amount of spiritual stones was more than what he had earned before. How could he not try every means to retain a big customer like Yang Feng?
Opportunity Pavilion is the place where the Human Massacre Village specializes in selling all kinds of information, including of course information about the Nine Street Massacre.
Chance Pavilion is said to belong to the head of Rentu Village, and even the Nine Streets Rentu dare not take advantage of it.
Shuang'er pulled Yang Feng out of the bookstore and turned left, then turned right, and then walked through three alleys.
A magnificent pavilion appeared in front of Yang Bao.
There were guards guarding the entrance to the pavilion, and their cultivation was so high that even Yang Feng was shocked.
At the Golden Core stage, the two guards are both at the Golden Core stage. Who has such great ability? Even the strong ones at the Golden Core stage have arranged to come and look at the gate.
"Opportunity Pavilion is an important place and no outsiders are allowed to enter."
Although he is a monk at the Golden Core stage, he has good qualities and does not have the bad habit of killing people frequently.
"Brother guard, we, brother and sister, are here to inquire about information."
The golden elixir monk didn't speak, as if he didn't hear what Yang Feng was saying. He just made a two sign with his finger.
"Shuang'er, what is he?"
"The entrance fee for two hundred lower-grade spiritual stones."
Shuang'er explained to Yang Feng.
After all, he was asking for something from someone, so Yang Feng didn't care too much and handed over the spirit bag containing two hundred low-grade spirit stones.
The golden elixir stage monk glanced slightly.
Then Yang Feng and Shuang'er were released.
There are powerful formations everywhere in the Opportunity Pavilion. If you break in without the permission of the guards, you may not know how you died.
Shuang'er looked at the surrounding environment with a pair of curious big eyes. She was familiar with the road to Chance Pavilion, but she had never been here before. This time, she also took advantage of Yang Feng.
"Are you asking for news?"
In the empty pavilion, a woman wearing a silver-white mask walked out from the corner. She was wearing white high-heeled shoes. The sound of walking was very noticeable.
"Uh-huh, who is your Excellency?"
"Just call me Sister Yin. It's just that the intelligence fees from Chance Pavilion are not cheap. You guys..."
"Sister Yin, don't worry. Since we came here, we already know the rules here. We don't speak secretly. I want to know the information about the massacre in Ninth Street. I'd like to trouble you, Sister Yin."
The woman wearing a silver mask looked surprised.
The massacre of people in the Nine Streets also means that the man in plain clothes in front of him wants to obtain information on nine people at once. The cost of this spiritual stone is not a small amount, of course! This is a massacre of people in a village with few resources.
"Little brother, are you joking?"
"Sister Yin, how could I be joking with you? I urgently need information about the Ninth Street Massacre. I wonder if Sister Yin has it here?"
"Little brother, it's not that my sister doesn't believe it, it's just that the intelligence information about the Nine Streets massacre is of great importance, and my sister can't make rash decisions here."
The woman wearing a silver mask spoke solemnly.
