Xiahou Aotian was a little embarrassed standing at the door of the store.

Now that he was discovered, he didn't bother to worry anymore. He rubbed his face fiercely according to the character that flashed in his mind at this time, and completed the disguise.

He stepped into the store, glanced at the rows of shelves and the low-grade materials scattered on the floor, and immediately confirmed Lian Sanyue's identity.

He is really a weapon refiner, and he is most likely a member of the Zhao family.

Although he had learned about the background of the proprietress of Wanbao House from Brother Hongji before he came, he only confirmed that she was a weapon refiner when he saw it with his own eyes.

——Every refiner's studio is as messy as the processing workshop of a small machine factory or a street hardware store.

Of course, Xiahou Aotian was not bothered by this mess, but felt as if he had returned home.

He moved his eyes away from the shelves and looked to the left. There was a checkout counter on the left side against the wall. Behind the checkout counter was a beautiful woman wearing a black leather jacket and a blue chest wrap.

She holds a slender lady's cigarette between her fingers, her eyebrows are lazy, and her temperament is charming, just like the female club boss in the movie.

"Are you the one who lives in March?" Xiahou Aotian walked to the cashier.

Lian Sanyue looked at him in astonishment, forgetting to smoke for a moment, and said dumbfounded: "Kakarot?"

She burst out laughing: "This is the first time I've seen someone make their face into a two-dimensional protagonist, hahahaha."

Have you laughed enough? The protagonist, Xiahou Aotian, who is not divided into different dimensions, protested in his heart, took a deep breath, and said:

"I heard that you have a good reputation and can do any business. I have a deal, but I don't know if I'm interested in it."

Lian Sanyue put away his smile, returned to his lazy posture, took a sip from the cigarette butt, blew out white smoke from his flaming red lips, and said:

"tell me the story."

Xiahou Aotian immediately grabbed a set of armor, a bronze tripod, and a bunch of copper coins from the inventory.

Lian Sanyue's eyes suddenly narrowed, "Something from the Qin Dynasty?"

The cultural relics of the Qin Dynasty are mainly bronzes and ceramics, which are very different from the antique calligraphy and paintings that are familiar to later generations.

She did not look at the copper coins, but carefully touched the bronze tripod and armor, and evaluated:

"It's well preserved. This kind of cultural relic is rare even in master-level copies. It must be a copy related to the dignitaries of the Qin Dynasty, but I won't accept it."

Lian Sanyue smiled and said:

"Cultural relics are meaningless to me, and the price is high. The guests who come to my Wanbao House only pay attention to spiritual materials and props. Your target group should be rich people who like to collect and invest in antiques."

Xiahou Aotian seemed to have expected it. Kakarot's face was unruly and cold, "I hope to auction the cultural relics through you and give you a 10% commission."

Lian Sanyue nodded: "Okay, come and get the money in ten days."

Xiahou Aotian breathed a sigh of relief and said again: "I hope you will keep today's transaction a secret and how much hush money you charge."

Lian Sanyue thought for a while and said, "Let's give it two hundred thousand."

"make a deal!"

Xiahou Aotian took off his backpack, took out four wads of banknotes, and placed them at the cashier.

Black market transactions all use cash, he knows this common sense.

If you don't have enough cash, you can use props as collateral to cash out the money from the black market owner, and just pay back the money within the specified period.

After paying the cash, Xiahou Aotian turned around and left.

"Wait a minute!" Lian Sanyue suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "You're already here, why don't you take a look at the black market of Wanbao House?"

He had no money and didn’t want to see the world. Xiahou Aotian was about to refuse, but Lian March’s words attracted his interest.

"Although there aren't many good things on the black market, sometimes you can still find something missing."

When Xiahou Aotian heard these words, his DNA moved, thinking, isn't this a scene exclusive to the protagonist?

He immediately changed his mind and said, "Okay!"

"To enter the black market, you need a hand card, a piece of one hundred thousand." Lian Sanyue opened his palm, and there was a long black lacquered wooden sign with the words "Guangyuan Guangjin" written on the front.

One hundred thousand? Why don't you go and grab it! Xiahou Aotian cursed in his heart.

After paying the card fee, he entered the Wanbaowu black market and saw the bustling scene.

“The scale is quite large.”

Xiahou Aotian went shopping in the black market with great ambition. As a bachelor with rich knowledge and having the old man with the ring by his side, he was confident that he could find something missing in the black market.

Half an hour later, Xiahou Aotian stood in the black market with a confused look on his face.

Are these all fakes?

It's not that there are no props and materials, but those are clearly marked with prices. There is no situation where they are clearly props and materials, but are mistaken for worthless waste.

In short, the props and materials here are very expensive, and the waste is also very expensive, so there is no possibility of leakage.

"Obviously there is a problem with this place, not with me. My opportunity is not here." Xia Hou Aotian was annoyed that one hundred thousand yuan was wasted and planned to leave.

At this time, Lian Sanyue's voice came from the side:

"Didn't buy the item you wanted? Are you interested in experiencing the feeling of refining a weapon?"

When Xiahou Aotian, an alchemist, heard this, his DNA moved again and asked: "How do you say it?"

Even March's waist was twisted in various ways: "Follow me."

With curiosity and doubts, Xia Hou Aotian followed her out of the black market, passed through the duel ring, and arrived outside a room.

Lian Sanyue opened the door, waved away the two guards inside, nuzzled his lips towards the three-legged cauldron, and said with a smile:

"It is the greatest weapon refiner in the world. You can touch it and check its attributes."

Xiahou Aotian stepped forward, curiously stretched out his palm and pressed it against the furnace body. After a few seconds, he showed a shocked expression:

"It's actually a regular prop?"

In addition, he felt that this stove looked familiar. After a while of recalling it, he remembered that the scroll of Emperor Wa enshrined in the treasure house of the underground palace had a similar stove on it.

At this time, he sensed strong mental fluctuations coming from the ring.

Songhai International Airport.

The silver-white Gulf Stream cut through the blue sky, landed slowly, slid along the runway for a long time, and then stopped.

Wearing a cap and a mask, Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the cabin with the owner of the Killing Palace, and got on the shuttle bus under the guidance of the pick-up staff who had been waiting for a long time.

When they arrived at the airport parking garage, the Master of the Killing Palace said goodbye with a smile and left on his own.

Zhang Yuanqing got into the luxurious car arranged by Fu Qingyang and returned to Fujiawan.

He took out his cell phone and turned off the airplane mode. The cell phone immediately started buzzing with dozens of unread messages and a dozen missed calls.

Three of them belong to Xie Lingxi and the Queen, and the rest all belong to Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the chat software and checked the information.

Guan Ya sent him more than 20 messages, half of which were text, deeply expressing her regret and confusion. While trying to save him, she also said that she might have been affected by something yesterday and that the breakup was not her intention.

I apologize for my irrational behavior yesterday and hope to talk to him.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, called and turned off his phone, he probably panicked, so he started to send voice messages, and the last few messages sounded crying.

Xie Lingxi sent him two messages. One was that her cousin Xie Lingzhou died at Qinfeng College, and her family informed her that she should go back to attend the funeral, so she would have to leave Songhai for a few days.

The other one timidly asked: Did you really break up with Sister Guan Ya?

Because there was no such thing as a breakup, the little girl woke up this morning and felt that Brother Yuanshi was the lover of her dreams, and forgot about her indifference yesterday.

The queen's message was that Guan Ya went to the villa next door in the morning and cried a lot when she came back. Her mood was not stable. She hoped that he could forgive Guan Ya and reconcile as before.

It can be seen that although the queen has always wanted to steal her best friend's boyfriend, she still has feelings for Guan Ya.

Next was a message from Sun Miaomiao. The first one was sent at nine o'clock in the morning. She sincerely apologized for her fierce words yesterday.

The second post was at 11 o'clock at noon. After suffering for about three hours, before Yuanshi Tianzun could forgive her, she tentatively sent another post, which read:

"Huh, cheapskate!"

The last message was from Yin Ji. She explained that she was a little impatient because she assisted the master in capturing Master Chunyang yesterday. If she had time, she would like to have a phone call.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately dialed Yin Ji's number. After ringing for more than ten seconds, the call was finally answered.

"Yuanshi Tianzun." Yin Ji's gentle voice came from the phone.

"Call me Yuanshi." Zhang Yuanqing said in a joking tone.

There was silence for a second, and he did not answer the question. He went straight to the topic and said:

"The secrets of Taiyin and Stars are secrets that are not taught by the Taiyi Sect. Before the disciples learn it, they have made a contract and will never teach it to others. They have also received the blessing of Taiyin, and they can't even ask the spirits."

Ordinary night wandering gods will definitely not be able to interrogate spirits, but I have Taiyin fragments, but it is impossible for me to hunt down the saints of the Taiyi Sect for the secret method. Zhang Yuanqing sighed and said:

"I see."

As if she could hear the disappointment in his tone, Yin Ji lowered her voice:

"But that's not what I'm talking about."

After a pause, she said: "Do you know why the sect leader created the secret method of cultivating lunar and stars?"
To be continued...