Qiu Bodeng looked at it with disdain.

Wouldn't it be a kind of "snatching" to want him to be dressed as his original body? This Taiyi sword is so magical, it should come out and chop him. There has been no movement until now. It can be seen that the ancients liked to brag about themselves, and they kept up with the old men of his family in their previous lives and said that the enemy family had been "given by heaven" a virtue.

As a result, just after laughing at Tai Yijian in the daytime, at night, he heard a "boom", and a white rainbow broke through the window and came directly to the door.

It turned out to be a cold ancient sword!

The sword light is prosperous.

Before being overwhelmed by the sword light, Qiu Bodeng's first thought was:

Could it be that Taiyijian still has a delay in identifying evil spirits?

The second thought is:

Hope to wear it back.

Wake up again.

He was lying in a deserted alley, beside him was Tai Yijian, which had become tattered and tattered, and above his head was the shade of ancient trees that stretched and crisscrossed. The sky and sky light could only leak through the gaps between the branches and the feather-like compound leaves. Wherever you go, all the houses are under the shade of trees...

At that time, Qiu Bodeng was even more at a loss than when he first read the book.

After asking someone to ask, found out that was in Zongcheng, Qingzhou.

Qingzhou is far away from Dongzhou, where Taiyizong is located, and Jucheng is a small city. Who recognizes the face of Taiyi's little master? Haven't come across half yet. Qiu Bo Deng is another one who calls before and after going out. For things like paying for things, you never have to use the noble hands of Master Qiu.

So, what about money?

Naturally, there is no child at all.

Qiu Bodeng's past and present life, he was still in such a state of misery.

Without saying a word, he directly took Tai Yijian into the pawnshop.

At the end of the day, the sword was not sold, and people were only a short distance away from starving to death.

Logically, the immortal cultivator should not be so bad, but the original body is ignorant and incompetent, and the cultivation base is still the lowest level of "Mingxin", which is far from the level of inedia.

"That's what it feels like to be hungry."

Qiu Bodeng pressed his stomach in disappointment, feeling that the useless knowledge has increased again.

Before going through the book, hundreds of chefs in his family were responsible for his three meals a day. From taste to nutrition, he was perfect. Whichever meal he ate a little less, the responsible cook would cry bitterly and even apologize to death. As for Qiu Bodeng when he was young, he always firmly believed that the family business was pig raising. After reading the book, his recipes expanded to dragons flying in the sky, Kun swimming in water... Taiyi's pig-raising skills are better than those of his enemies.

Burning with hunger, Qiu Bodeng was too lazy to waste his energy on Broken Sword, and began to think about what to do.

First of all, we have to eat something, then go back to Taiyi, and tell the group of white-haired old men about Taiyijian, and let them decide if they want to kill or cut. A top-level dandy should have this kind of audacity to be fearless in life and death. Everything was arranged perfectly.

The problem is in the first step:

Young Master Qiu, who is pessimistic about life and death, will not make money.

There is no concept of "making money" in Qiu Bodeng's cognition.

He rarely even touched such vulgar things as money with his own hands. He didn't need to open his mouth for anything he wanted before. As long as Young Master Qiu's eyes stayed on something for more than three seconds, someone would immediately offer it.

He can think of pawning Tai Yijian, which is already extraordinary.

Qiu Bodeng searched for the guts, but found nothing, only added a little useless knowledge: "People will have no strength when they are hungry."

He threw the stick in his hand and found that he had written "Zhucheng" all over the ground without knowing it.

Staring at the word "Zhucheng" for a while, Qiu Bodeng vaguely felt that the place name was a little familiar, and a light flashed in his mind, but he didn't have time to grasp it.

He was unhappy, and said to himself: "How about selling the sword to the iron shop, maybe it will be worth a lot of money if it is melted?"

Tai Yijian doesn't pretend to be dead anymore.

It hooked the corner of his sleeve and pulled him out, as if he knew he was wrong and changed it.

Qiu Bodeng followed it out of the alley, only to see it stopped in one place, and pointed to a place with the tip of his sword.

On the long street, a beggar in rags was holding a broken bowl. People passing by would occasionally stop and throw some silver taels and unfinished food for him. The beggar held half a snack with his dark hands, and thanked him repeatedly. Tai Yijian seemed to think that his idea was very clever, so he quietly stuffed the hilt into Qiu Bodeng's hand, rubbed his palm, and looked like he was taking credit.

Cockfighting lackeys are proficient at everything, and they are not capable of making money.

What else can you do besides begging?

Qiu Bo Deng: ...

If he wanted to laugh or not, he squeezed out a voice between his teeth: "You might as well call me dead. Anyway, eighteen years later, I'm a hero again."

Tai Yijian was shaken by him secretly, and the loose skin of the scabbard fell down, and he hurriedly tried to pull himself out. Where is Qiu Bo Deng willing to let go, the hand holding the sword is so strong that the joints are clapping.

One person and one sword were tug-of-war, and suddenly there was a lively scene on the street.

It turned out that a housekeeper in Tsing Yi tore the old notice from the wall and put a new one on it.

A group of people looked around and whispered: "It looks like it has failed again. There are too few monks with high cultivation bases in Jucheng." "Look, look, the asking price is higher, a full thousand taels of gold." "One thousand Two? Gold? That's the amount of money the Liu family has put out." "If it wasn't for Miasma Moon, I'm afraid I would be able to invite the elders of Shanhaige!"..."What else did the Liu family do, they can be satisfied. "

The speaker does not intend, the listener intends.

Qiu Bodeng tilted his head and glanced at it, and the notice read:

"Report to all parties that Xianrenxia knows:

Today, there is Miss Liu family who is fascinated by sneaks. If there is someone who can exorcise evil spirits, the Liu family can ask for anything they need. In addition, would like to thank Jin Qianliang, and will never break word.

Notice hereby. "

If you only encounter ordinary ghosts, ordinary monks in the fixed soul period can solve them. But looking at this posture, it seems that the Liu family's young lady's evil thing is extraordinary.