Sad last night.

The sound of beating people goes around the streets, even this city village is no exception.

The officer holding the open fire rod passed by in a hurry.

There was another noise as the dog barked and the chicken crowed.

Fortunately, these can't disturb Tushanjun's dream of yesterday.

Early in the morning, I put my bag on my back street and headed straight to the alley on Longrongfang.

The fog in the morning was like the yawn of Tianji City. There were not many people scattered in the sleepy eyes. The Tushanjun, who came very early, looked a little short-lived, but what was even more strange was that there were people waiting to look around early.

Until he saw the familiar Xuanhei Taoist robe, the man was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly came forward: "Brother Dao really believes in people."

He thought that the monk in Xuanhei Taoist robe had no sign after a trip, but he didn't expect that what he hadn't finished saying yesterday really made this brother listen to it, and it would be a waste of him waiting here until the sunrise.

"Have you collected enough spirit stones?"

The monk who set up a stall had a calm look on his face.

However, a little surprised appeared in the corner of his eyes that were slightly raised.

I took out eight spirit stones yesterday and am here now.

It is not difficult for ordinary monks to take out some savings, but he could see yesterday that this person's wealth is not very rich.

Although the Yin Soul Pill is unparalleled, the one that is on the surface is just Qi training pills. Perhaps there is a lot of magic, but for the cultivator who is used to being poor, it is far from the price of a spirit stone per person.

The price of Qi Condensation Pill is very low. You can buy a porcelain bottle of a low-grade spirit stone, and the size of soybeans is enough for a while.

"Enough is enough."

"Three cans of elixirs may also give you fifteen spirit stones." Tu Shanjun waved his hand and took out three cans of porcelain from the package and placed it in front of the square scarf.

When he got the spirit stone, Tu Shanjun glanced at him and put away the cloth bag, and said with a smile: "Do you have both money and goods."

As he said that, he rolled up the square scarf, folded it into the size of a handkerchief, and put it into the sleeves. After scattering the goods on his body, he got fifteen spirit stones. Finally, he had enough money to make talismans, and he felt much lighter.

"Wait, will Dao brother come again in the future?"

Tu Shanjun stood by, turned his head slightly, and said calmly: "But I accidentally got four or five cans of elixirs. I took some of them myself, and I have the goods to you. Where can I sell elixirs?"

As he said that, he looked at the fan-holding monk.

He looks handsome, but the white powder is still a bit of dish. It seems that the monks at the bottom of Tianji City are not as good as ordinary landlords and outsiders.

When he laughed, he shook his head slightly, how can he compare this?

Since it is all great power on oneself, it is worth it even if you are running around forever.

It’s not that Tushanjun cannot continue selling elixirs, but it is actually difficult to explain.

It will be fine to sell the "fake" pill for a while, and it will always attract attention for a long time. When the government comes, how to deal with it?

It's better to make talismans.

The source is clear and the procedure is right.

Just wait for joining the ritual club, you can pick up a long banner and sell it along the street.

The monk holding the clay pot thought it was a pity, but he did not continue to ask anything.

But Tu Shanjun sold the pill and got the spirit stone. When he was about to walk out of the alley, he saw two people standing in front of him.

The alley is narrow and there is no room for many people to pass through.

The monk in Xuanhei Taoist robe bowed his hand slightly and said aloud: "Fellow Taoist in front, please give way."

The two of them ignored them.

The tall man held a mace in his hand and stared at Tushanjun with a cold expression.

The dwarf sneered coldly, and the weapon ruler in his hand hit him one by one, then said, "Do you know what kind of territory is here? Just let me give way?"

"oh."

"I hope to hear the details."

"This alley is the back street of Longrongfang, and it is often the territory of my Zhongyi Society. You have been here for two days in a row, and now you are going to pat your butt and leave. Wouldn't you take our Zhongyi Society seriously?"

"Zoshiyi Club? I haven't heard of it."

The monk in Xuanhei Taoist robe stood there with a look of leniency, holding his shoulders.

The corners of his mouth were bent with a smile.

The dwarf wintergua said proudly: "Zhongyi Society was formed by Brother Huangshi..."

The top of Tianji City is the Great Qi Sect, but the Great Qi Sect does not participate in the governance at all. Those two are Tianji Government offices, and most of them maintain the general direction.

This has led to many gangs in Tianji City, and there are gangs who work hard and have the tricks to cheat and cheat.

The Dabang Society occupied a good place, and these little loaches gathered in remote places.

Once there are many people and powerful people, have power and power, and have the property to be maintained, this toll will occur, and the protection fee will actually be nothing strange.

"I want to pass the road, I don't want to give you money, how do you stay?"

The dwarf winter melon was still boasting about his fierce fighting spirit. When he heard the monk in the Xuanhei Taoist robe say this, he was furious and pointed to the tall golden ring figure behind him: "If you know this mace, don't want to pay the money, you will hit the mace. Then you will pull out your soul and sell you to those dark ghost cultivators."

The monk in Xuanhei Taoist robe suddenly realized it, and then asked naively: "Does the government care?"

Press the winter melon and Gao Jinhuan to smile together.

"Official?"

"Those masters and strong men, the great masters of the Great Sect only care about those strong men. My elder brother has already managed it. Even if you shout, you can't save you."

Tushanjun nodded slightly: "It makes sense."

Monks never care about these trivial matters.

The big men allowed the knife to walk on the street, but did not allow the self-propelled nuclear bomb to bloom at any time. Therefore, those great monks with advanced cultivation were noticed as soon as they entered the city.

On the contrary, these people with low cultivation may rely on the damage they caused too low, so they are complacent.

"Take the money quickly!"

"Where are your elder brothers living?" The monk in Xuanhei Taoist robe continued to ask as if he hadn't heard it.

"What are you talking about? Dajin, you're going to ruin him!"

"good!"

The big man from Golden Ring responded, then walked past the dwarf winter melon, spitted in his hand, held the mace tightly, and roared, his body was like a strong black bear, feeling the wind swelling.

The dwarf winter melon seemed to have encountered the pleasure of the mace crushing its head, and the red and white gathered into a ball, and the warmth sputtered on his face. Then he should have taken action to plunder the man's money.

They had long noticed this monk in Xuanhei Taoist robe. Judging from his clothes, he should be rich.

Yesterday someone attracted an official entrusted to let the kid slip away. I didn’t expect that there would be more rewards today.

The dwarf winter melon couldn't help but praise him for being smart and predicting the enemy first.

"Why hasn't it been solved yet?"

Thinking of this, the dwarf winter melon frowned and looked into the distance.

Dajin is a good player in the late stage of Qi training. In addition, he is born with divine power and can be used to train his body. Generally, those poor cultivators of the same level are not Dajin's opponents at all.

Anyone who was stopped by them would hand over the spirit stone obediently or leave a corpse.

"Dajin, what are you doing?"

Seeing that the big gold was like a clay sculpture, the low winter melon stood still and urged him: "Dispose it quickly."

However, the Golden Ring Man remained motionless and still maintained the posture of holding up the mace.

The monk in the Xuanhei Taoist robe walked past his golden ring man.

As the monk approached, he saw a black and red thing like silk thread dragging in his hand, saying it was a silk thread or a chain.

The other end of the silk thread had been stabbed in the middle of the golden ring's eyebrows like a steel needle.

The big man in Golden Ring stared at his eyes and stood quietly.

There is no color in my eyes.

The dwarf winter melon didn't know what happened, he only knew that he couldn't shout Dajin, and at some point, a blue-gray palm fell on his shoulder.

The chills and coldness gather into fear and explode in my heart, growing like clusters of flowers and plants.

He opened his mouth tremblingly.

But he could only kneel on the ground.

"Senior, the young man is not aware of Gao Xiu."

"If you don't know, you won't blame me. I'm just asking you."

"What do you want me?"

"Please be hit by the golden gourd to refine your soul." Tu Shanjun said lightly.
To be continued...