Chapter Eighty-two: Buying and Selling

  Ouyang Mian, with a tired expression, walked through the corner gate. He was about to head back and rest for a while when suddenly, a strange voice came from behind him: "Mr. Ouyang, please wait."

  Ouyang Mian was taken aback, his back immediately straightened, and the spiritual veins in his body also began to circulate rapidly. Then, he slowly turned around, looking in the direction of the sound.

  Among the flowers was a black shadow, with the faint light of the crescent moon, he vaguely saw that the black shadow had a metallic reflection on his face, as if wearing a mask.

  The rustling of grass and leaves came from all around, and the warriors who were on night watch in the Chunqiu Garden heard the noise and gathered around.

  Ouyang Meng's mind was slightly calmed, although he was already a high-ranking fighter and ordinary people couldn't pose a threat to him. However, the person who dared to sneak into Chunqiu Garden alone must have had his own backing, so he had to be more cautious.

  "Who are you? You didn't even greet me before barging in... isn't that a bit rude?" Ou Yang Man said slowly.

  "There's a pen business, I'd like to discuss it with Mr. Ouyang." The black shadow said in a low voice.

  "If you want to register a proxy, go ahead." Ouyang Mian said: "I still have something on hand, so I won't keep you company."

  "They can't make decisions on their own." The black figure said: "I'm a straightforward person, so I came to find you."

  There were nearly a dozen warriors, forming a circle and trapping Su Tang in the middle. It was only then that Ouyang Jian finally relaxed completely, furrowing his brow to ask: "What business?"

  That black shadow raised its hand and threw a bundle of things over, which fell heavily to the ground with a thud. Ouyang Mian bent down to pick up the bundle, tore open the clothes wrapped outside, and found several flying swords inside. He grasped the hilt of one of the swords and slowly pulled it out.

  The flying sword's blade emitted a dazzling light, Ouyang Mian was stunned for a moment, then put the sword back into its scabbard, remained silent for a while, and waved his hand to let the warriors disperse: "Follow me."

  Ouyang Meng led the black shadow into a small courtyard, first entering the room, lighting candles, then inviting the black shadow inside, and walking back to close the door, putting down the curtain, finally walking to the window, collecting the raised window lattice one by one, until the entire room was isolated from the outside, he sat down.

  Ouyang Meng placed the five flying swords on the table, examining each one carefully. After a long time, he raised his eyelids: "You want to sell these few flying swords?"

  The black shadow nodded, and at this time, Ouyang Mian discovered that the cloak worn by the black shadow was extremely special in texture, as if it were condensed from air, and it was also expanding and contracting with the black shadow's breathing.

  "Not bad." The black shadow nodded.

  "Isn't there a trick?" Ouyang Meng asked again.

  "Mr. Ouyang is really good at joking." The black shadow said.

  These few flying swords are obviously spiritual instruments that can only be controlled by a strong master, if you want to control the flying sword with ease, you must have the corresponding spiritual key. However, no one will carry their own fighting key or spiritual key on their body, nor will they form written records of it. Repeating the operation thousands and millions of times, it is absolutely impossible to forget. Usually, only when one knows that their life is not long, and wants to pass on the spiritual instrument to their children or disciples, will they record down the fighting key or spiritual key.

  "Without the secret, these few flying swords will be greatly devalued." Ouyang Meng said calmly: "I'll give you 5,000 gold coins for one flying sword."

  "One sword, 200,000. Five swords, one million." The black figure said: "Mr. Ouyang should be able to see that the spiritual energy contained in these few flying swords is extremely dense, at least tempered for over twenty years by a master-level expert, and without any damage. Such a spiritual instrument is rare to come across, as long as Mr. Ouyang can find the right person, one sword can earn an additional 200,000 to 300,000, which is not a problem."

  Ouyang Mian fell silent, the other person was right, the spiritual instrument would become stronger and stronger with its master's long-term tempering, and more importantly, none of the flying swords were damaged.

  At the moment of life and death, a master-level strongman will inevitably fight back with all his might. Even if he can successfully kill in the end, the Ling instrument obtained is often broken and worn out. In that intense battle, destroying gold and splitting rocks are common things. Even the Great Righteous Sword in Su Tang's hand was cut off by an even more terrifying Ling instrument, and its spiritual veins were severed, making it a waste product for a time.

  As for whether there is a spiritual secret, the impact is not great. Ouyang Mian's proposal of a spiritual secret is just to lower the price. If these few flying swords fall into the hands of a master-level strongman, it will take no more than one or two years to create new spiritual secrets. Of course, the power may be stronger than the original owner, or maybe weaker, depending on the master-level strongman's own attainments.

  The price was also guessed by the other party, and finding a suitable buyer, making a profit of 100,000 yuan with the five flying swords was indeed not a problem. In fact, Ouyang Meng didn't care about this money, it was just the income of Chunqiu Garden for several months. What's more important is the relationship, and he had already chosen the next owner. Selling the flying sword to that large family not only could get a good price but also gain the other party's gratitude. The flying sword that had been tempered for over 20 years was especially significant for those masters, especially for those who had just broken through the bottleneck and entered the master level.

  "You dare to come alone, aren't you afraid I'll bring down these few flying swords?" Ouyang Mian said in a low voice.

  "They say Mr. Ouyang is a clever man, I guess he won't do such a foolish thing." The black shadow replied faintly: "Moreover, Mr. Ouyang earns much more than me, why bother? If I must sell for 40 or 50 thousand, it's possible that Mr. Ouyang wouldn't make much profit..."

  "I earn more than you, but I also take more risks." Ouyang Mian revealed a bitter smile: "A master-level strongman is not a trivial matter. If he dies, he's dead; if he's ruined, he's ruined. No one will care or sympathize. The original owner of these flying swords... his family will definitely investigate at all costs. If the investigation points to Chunqiu Garden, the consequences are unpredictable."

  "Mr. Ouyang smiled again." The black shadow said, "The old master is still alive, who dares to come and find fault with Chunqiu Garden? Moreover, the flying sword was snatched by me, they should come and find me if they want to, Mr. Ouyang is just inside buying and selling, no big deal."

  "That's the way it is." Ouyang Mian said slowly: "But if they are the ones who are provoked... do you think they will reason with me?"

  "It really is them... The news should have spread out long ago. Would Mr. Ouyang still have the patience to talk with me?" said the black figure.

  Su Tang's tone was casual, but his nerves were stretched tight, because he didn't know which family the old man was from either. Judging by the strength of other warriors, it was unlikely to be a major family. If they discovered the Tree of Destiny, the higher-ups in the family would definitely come out in full force.

  Su Tang was calculating Ou Yang's breathing rhythm, heartbeat, and even the slightest fluctuation in his gaze. If he noticed anything off, he would immediately retrieve the flying sword and withdraw from Chun Qiu Garden.

  "You're quite a character..." Ouyang Mian smiled, he found that every sentence his opponent spoke seemed to guess his thoughts, and at this point, continuing to pretend otherwise would be meaningless: "May I ask your esteemed name?"

  "I don't want to deceive Mr. Ouyang, so let's just drop it." The black figure said.

  Ouyang Mian narrowed his eyes and pondered, the greed of humans knows no bounds. If it were an ordinary warrior who came to discuss business with these few flying swords, he wouldn't even think about it before immediately killing him and taking the treasure. But the opponent's strength was unfathomable, that strange cloak was inexplicable, and being able to kill a master-level expert and take the spiritual instrument without harming a hair proved the opponent's strength, whether it was an assassination or an open attack.

  A clever person would never take risks when the situation is unclear, let alone when the other party is right and has already made a big profit, why bother to risk life and death?

  "If I were to investigate with all my might in Chunqiu Garden, I would still be able to find out about you." Ouyang Mian said with a smile. He had just said that a strong master like him wasn't some ordinary cabbage or radish, and whoever fell would naturally have rumors spreading about it.

  "Mr. Ouyang's curiosity is really too great." The black shadow said, "So... Mr. Ouyang has three days' time, and I will leave the Eight Sides City in three days."

  "Where are you going?" Ou Yang asked.

  "Must... Mr. Ouyang insist on forcing me to lie?"

  "Whether I ask or not is up to me, whether you answer or not is up to you." Ouyang Mian said with a smile.

  The black shadow shrugged and didn't respond.

  "Alright then, one million it is." Ouyang Meng's words were final.

  "The golden tickets are only one hundred, two hundred and five hundred." The black shadow said.

  "Why not three hundred or four hundred?" Ouyang Mian was very surprised, as long as the small amount of gold tickets, he could understand, but the other party's favorite number made him feel very strange.

  "I... got used to it." The black shadow said.

  "Eccentric habits." Ouyang Mian walked to the door and called over a warrior, whispering a few words in his ear.

  "Mr. Ouyang, do you have any Pei Ling Dan?"

  "Do you want to buy?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "I'll let someone go look," said Ouyang Mian.

  Soon, a samurai came in holding a wooden box. Ouyang Mian opened the box and looked at it, frowning and asked: "How many are there?" It was obvious that he didn't bother to check.

  "One hundred and seven." The samurai replied respectfully.

  "Count one hundred grains, three thousand." said Ouyang Mian.

  "Thank you, Mr. Ouyang." The black figure replied.

  "Could it be that you're a high-ranking warrior? What use would you have for this Cultivation Pill?" Ou Yang asked, probing.

  "I have a little daughter," said the dark figure.

  "Oh……" Ou Yang Meng suddenly realized, his eyes rolling: "I still have some Wu Hua Ju Ding Dan here, want some?" If Pei Ling Dan is a must-have enhancing medicine for warriors, then Wu Hua Ju Ding Dan is the mainstream supplement for fighters.

  "Got it." The black shadow nodded.

  Ouyang Meng had someone find again, this time finding more than sixty Wuhua Juting Dan. According to the market price, one Wuhua Juting Dan was worth about two hundred gold coins. Ouyang Meng wiped out the decimal places again and added the Peiling Dan, totaling fifteen thousand gold coins.

  "Thank you." The black figure said.

  "Be polite." Ouyang Mian smiled: "Let's just be friends, next time you find such a spiritual instrument, you can come to me directly."