Huan Xin instantly realized that the young boss in front of him really knew these two things. He looked at the boss's intriguing expression and became a little wary.
"Do you really have these two things?" Huan Xin asked hesitantly.
The boss fanned his folding fan and said angrily: "Yes, yes, yes, no, no."
Immediately afterwards, the boss also asked persistently: "You haven't answered me yet, how did you know about it? It can't be written in your textbooks, right?"
Qingxin thought, it would be great if these things were written in the textbook, so why go to the remote and deserted Kunlun?
But when Huan Xin looked at the boss he met for the first time, he was a little unsure. After all, his grandfather once told him that in this era, ordinary people are not scary, and disrespecting ghosts and gods will not affect them, but people in the same way must be extra careful. After all, the world is dangerous.
We have to guard against it, especially against the so-called decent people.
So Huan Xin didn't answer the question, and went straight to the next topic in a very normal way: "Then if the boss has it, how can he sell it? I'm not short of money."
The boss looked at the young man in front of him and seemed unwilling to say anything. He shook his head with a sneer and said with a faint smile: "It's not expensive even if it's expensive, and it's not cheap even if it's cheap."
At this time, both of them felt that the other party was indeed not sincere. They looked at each other in embarrassment. The reason why they did not say anything was because they were afraid that others would know about the soul-eating thing. If it fell into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, not only the soul-eating
The soul will be in danger, and this society will face fear.
Look at the skinny little goatee in front of him. Although Huan Xin didn't feel the flow of Tao power on the other person, and he still couldn't tell the Taoist behavior of the person opposite him, but the other person kept asking, he probably was really
If someone knows about this thing, then he must be a member of the same group. He chose to leave for the sake of safety. After all, it is better to be cautious when going out.
When Huan Xin stood up to say goodbye, Goatee just smiled lightly and did not move. He continued to shake his fan and said calmly: "There are not many people in Shanghai who know this, let alone anyone. My friend,
It’s hard to find this store after passing this village.”
Huan Xin stood firm. He had an idea and decided to take a gamble, so he said provocatively: "Fine cinnabar and morning chicken blood are not irreplaceable, but there is one thing that is indeed indispensable. If you have it,
We can still have a pleasant conversation."
Goatee put away the folding fan in his hand, frowned and asked in confusion: "Oh, do you want to hear it?"
"Tricolor dew!"
As soon as these words came out, Huan Xin noticed that Goatee's expression suddenly froze, and she asked incredulously: "Who are you? You actually know this? I've never heard of anyone like you in Shanghai."
As Goatee spoke, he looked at Qianxin from top to bottom again. Quanxin smiled and said plainly: "I'm here to buy something, that's all. Do you have any? Do you want to sell it?"
"
When Goatee saw that this kid was really tight-lipped, he also saw that the other person had some cultivation. Nowadays, cultivators with cultivation are very rare, let alone such a young person.
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Goatee stood up, looked at Huan Xin and cupped his hands and said: "Let's stop hiding it, open the skylight and speak frankly. If you are not a Taoist disciple, you can't know these three things. On the contrary, I can't
Same."
Goatee continued: "If I guess correctly, the fine cinnabar blocks evil spirits, the morning chicken blood eliminates evil spirits, and the last three-color dew is to resolve it!"
Huan Xin looked at him with a smile and said, "Yes, these three things are not rare treasures. Those who know about them will certainly understand their functions."
Goatee looked at Huxin and admitted it. He opened the folding fan again with a smile and said: "Little brother, don't get me wrong. My name is Chen Tianyang. Three generations of my ancestors have opened this white goods shop. Of course, every generation of us is also Mr. Yin and Yang.
My ancestor learned from Maoshan, and he is somewhat famous in this area, so little brother, don’t worry about things that seek fame and reputation, I still disdain it.”
When Huanxin saw the other party announcing his family name, he also raised his hands and said: "My name is Qi Huanxin, I am just a student. As for the sect, it is just a small sect in the mountains and forests. It is far inferior to the name of Maoshan."
Speaking of Maoshan, the first thing that Qingxin thought of was the image of the zombie Taoist priest in the movie. He didn't know much about Jianghu, so he naturally had no idea about Maoshan.
Chen Tianyang stroked his goatee and said thoughtfully: "Since Brother Qi said so, I, Mr. Chen, am not an unreasonable person. You give me three days for the three things you want. This will still be the same after three days."
Time, how about you come and get it again?"
Huan Xin thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and asked about the price. Chen Tianyang smiled meaningfully and said, "Let's talk about this later!"
Huan Xin sat on the subway back to school. He always felt that Boss Chen was not as simple as it seemed, but in any case, the materials for making the soul box were solved.
It was already after seven o'clock in the evening when we arrived at school. Qianxin ate a bowl of noodles in a small shop next to the school and hurried back to the dormitory. Quanxin, who had been running around and working hard all weekend, also felt a little tired.
I want to go back and take a good bath and sleep.
As soon as he opened the door, Huan Xin covered her head with a headache. These three unique roommates were indeed different. Fatty Wang could not help but caress the photo of four golden flowers, immersed in his own beautiful beauty.
In the fantasy, the other person, who changed into a white gown today, stood in front of the window and read poems with great emotion. Those who didn’t know really thought he was a poet. Wei Dalong, a cold soul musician, sat under the bed and read over and over again.
He wiped the strings again and again, with a hint of complicated affection in his eyes, as if the piano was his girlfriend. It had been almost a month since school started, and he hadn't heard him play it before. Qing Xin even doubted whether he knew how to play the guitar.
Seeing that everyone was busy with their own business, Huan Xin tidied up, took a quick shower, then hurriedly climbed into his bed and fell asleep. He slept soundly that night, and in his dream he returned to that familiar place.
This time he saw the young man in white, leading a thin horse, walking in the bustling downtown. At this time, the young man walked to the door of a teahouse, looked up, and saw a woman sitting with her face covered by a veil.
In front of the window, drinking tea alone, the young man in white smiled, tied the horse, and walked towards the building with his head held high.
Sitting down not far from the woman, the waiter quickly brought a pot of tea. The boy in white poured a cup and took a sip. He said calmly: "You followed me all the way. What are your intentions?"
The woman's very soft voice came: "Who told you that I followed you? The road is not opened by your family. You can walk, but I can't?"
Then the man in white smiled and said nothing more, and drank tea by himself.
The picture gradually blurred, and Qing Xin retreated from the dream. He opened his eyes and saw a ray of sunshine shining in, and a good day was about to begin again. Qing Xin stretched out and started to get up and tidy up. On Monday, Qing Xin had another day of classes.
I had to spend my time in a hurry looking for a classroom.