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    The young man said tremblingly: "Dad, you don't want to sell the black gold sand clay pot, do you?"

    "Old man, do you really have a black gold sand clay pot?" Shopkeeper Sun was breathing heavily.

    The old man said: "I said there is, there must be. Do you know why I have a black sand pottery pot? It is precisely because my ancestors like to collect pottery pots. As a family who loves to collect pottery pots, how can I collect a pottery pot? Really?  What is passed down from family to family is actually the black gold sand pottery pot. This gold sand pottery pot was once accidentally saved by the ancestors and was a gift from the master of the royal winery. It was made from the fine gold in the black sand and was used to make wine and medicine. There is nothing better than this.  A tool!"

    As a person in the industry, Shopkeeper Sun naturally knows that this black gold sand clay pot is the best tool for making wine. The world-famous Yuntai Liquor and Five Grains Divine Brew are all made from this black gold sand pottery pot.  Although there are a lot of cans, they are usually difficult to find. He asked eagerly: "I wonder if the old man can part with me?"

    The old man laughed and said: "This time, shopkeeper Sun, please stop robbing me. I have negotiated the business with this little brother in advance. If the negotiation fails, let's talk about it later!"

    Fu Xiaowa didn¡¯t know what the black gold sand clay pot was, but it sounded better than the black sand clay pot. He cautiously asked: ¡°Old man, how much do you plan to sell it for?¡±

    The old man stretched out a finger: "One hundred taels of silver!"

    Fu Xiaowa¡¯s eyebrows moved a little. Isn¡¯t this the price of the black sand pottery pot?

    The old man said: "To be honest, I don't like making wine, nor do I like collecting. In fact, this thing means nothing to me. My ancestors had good thoughts when they saved people. This jar came from good and returned because of good. I think  Selling it to you is fulfilling the purpose of our ancestors!"

    Shopkeeper Sun originally wanted to ask for two hundred taels, but he was too embarrassed to speak. He knew that the old man wouldn't sell it even for two hundred taels, so he had to watch helplessly.

    Fu Xiaowa nodded and said: "Okay, I really need this pot now. If the old man needs it, I can buy it back at the original price. You can do it at any time!"

    The old man smiled and said: "That's great, I'll get you a jar right now!"

    Shopkeeper Sun took out the black gold sand clay pot from the inner room with envy, and saw that the pot was exactly the same as in his hand.  Just a little bit of gold shining in the black, this is the best container for making wine and medicine.

    Fu Xiaowa also paid a hundred taels of silver, but he couldn't buy the jar.  He was so happy that he hugged the clay pot and said with great gratitude: "Old man, thank you!"

    The old man said: "You're welcome, my jar is just a collection for me, maybe it's with you. Only then can it realize its value and live up to the last wishes of my ancestors!"

    "Then I'll take my leave now and come back to visit when I have time!" Fu Xiaowa changed the jars with a smile on his face.

    The old man nodded, as if a big stone had been put down in his heart, and his whole body felt relaxed, as if he had completed something that had been backlogged for a lifetime.

    Looking at the backs of the two can buyers leaving, the young man said: "Dad, how much is this can really worth?"

    The old man shook his head and said: "I don't know. In my hands, it's actually worthless. In his hands, he might be as rich as the country!"

    The young man opened his eyes wide, unable to imagine what this completely irrelevant idiom meant.

    on the street.  Fu Xiaowa looked around at the jar happily, thinking to himself.  Now the Wang family's wine shop can now have some vitality.  Happy, he put the black gold sand jar into the treasure bag.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Two figures stand on the roof of Dabei Temple.

    Wang Boran, who was the first to see him, said, "I haven't seen you in these years. Brother Luo, how's that?"

    Luo Xinyi snorted coldly and said, "Thanks to Brother Wang, I'm living a good life now!"

    Seeing that Wang Boran sighed softly: "Oh, I know you hate me, but I was forced to do this at that time!"

    "Really, we found the Lan Ling Sword in the cave that day and agreed that we would share it. Who disappeared with the Lan Ling Sword that day? Who wanted to steal the Lan Ling Sword for himself? Do you think I really care about this?  Lan Lingjian, I feel sad for the brotherhood between us, how can it be so weak!" Luo Xinyi said sternly,

    Wang Boran recalled that day and said: "I admit that I had some private thoughts at the time. Who wouldn't be moved by seeing this Lan Lingjian? But I also regretted it later. I also thought about going back, but I didn't have the courage!"

    "Yes, you did regret it, and later you returned the Lan Ling Sword to me, that's right!!" Luo Xinyi's eyes became sharper, as if he wanted to cut him apart, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you for trusting me again.  You regret and forgive you, but what is the righteousness in your heart? Do you have this word in your heart? Does your so-called righteousness mean to apply poison on the hilt of the sword, poison me, and win the final spot?  ?¡±

      "Brother Luo, who doesn't want to worship under the Qingcheng Sword Gate? Do you understand the status of this Qingcheng disciple? Do you know?"

    "Humph, I don't care about Qingcheng disciples. The only thing I think is the most ridiculous is to believe that there is true righteousness in the world. All righteousness is bullshit. What I regret most is believing in you, a scumbag!" Luo Xinyi said  He was shaking with anger.

    Wang Boran turned his face and said: "So what, I am now a disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and I have to fight for everything by myself. This is a world of the jungle and the strong. Now, coming back, where is the Lan Ling Sword?"  Department, come out quickly!"

    "Hahahaha, you have been trapping me for a long time, and you still want to get the Lan Ling Sword. Let me tell you, Xiu Xiang, even if I die, I will not return it to you!" Although the Lan Ling Sword is no longer in Luo Xinyi's hands,  And Luo Xinyi still wanted to disgust Wang Boran, and why Luo Xinyi didn't use the Lanling Sword himself was because the sword made him resent the past, and he regretted believing in the existence of righteousness in this world.  Only profit, no justice, only strength is everything, so he established the Green Wolf Gang and used his strength to get all this.

    Choking!

    The sword had been unsheathed, and the blade shone coldly in the wind. The king said coldly: "If you don't hand it over, don't blame me for ignoring the brotherhood!"

    "Hahahaha, brotherhood, there is no righteousness in this world. Belief in righteousness is what allowed me to get such a fate from you. Come on, let me see what you got in that Qingcheng Sword Gate!" Luo Xinyi's hands were like  Claws, fingers exposed with frost, this is his unique skill, Wolf Claws.

    "Then you should experience the world-famous Qingcheng swordsmanship!"

    Fu Xiaowa walked back. In the alley, suddenly a man with a sword wound appeared at the corner and came towards him. Fu Buwa took a closer look and saw that it was the uncle who was watching the show together.

    At this time, Luo Xinyi also discovered that Fu Xiaowa was on the opposite side. He had indeed learned the advantages and disadvantages of Qingcheng swordsmanship and fled. He was currently evading Wang Boran's pursuit.  ````````.  .  )

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