Fang Chang squatted down in front of a stall and fiddled with a bronze fragment with his fingers.
The fragment is about two fingers wide and three inches long. It has incomprehensible inscriptions on it, and the corners are rusty and have traces of soil.
The stall owner is a slovenly middle-aged man with a rough look in his eyes. He looks like he has a lot of stories to tell.
"Three spiritual stones."
The stall owner said calmly, with a hint of calm confidence on his face.
Hearing this, Fang Chang put down the bronze fragment as if he was electrocuted, and Mengxin said in shock:
"So expensive?!"
The stall owner snorted coldly: "Expensive? Forget it, I won't sell this treasure to people who don't know the goods. Don't stop me from doing business and looking for fun elsewhere."
Fang Chang smiled, but did not leave. Instead, he said:
"Uncle, I just think this fragment is destined, so please give me a sincere price."
"Huh, if you are discerning, the origins of this treasure are quite remarkable."
The middle-aged uncle's eyes showed a look of vicissitudes of life, and he said with a nostalgic look:
"Back then, I was still a soldier in Annan Road. When the Secret Mansion was born, we were ordered to block the passage to the Secret Mansion.
As a result, as soon as we arrived, there was a fight from above.
It was truly a battle between gods and gods, and the sky cracked.
We, a whole battalion of brothers, didn't even see the enemy before they saw a big bronze bell falling from the sky, shaking everyone to death.
I was lucky enough to be far away. I only escaped by breaking a thigh and being buried in a pile of dead people.
Later, when I was burying the bodies of my brothers, I dug out this fragment from the ground.
I suspect it is a fragment of the bronze bell, which is a magic weapon.
If you didn't want this piece because of my predestined relationship, I wouldn't sell it to you.
Let's do this, I'll give you the cheapest price, two spiritual stones.
After you buy it, you will save me from seeing things and missing people in the future."
Fang Chang looked stunned for a moment and asked: "Secret Palace is born, uncle, what is Secret Palace?"
The middle-aged uncle said in surprise: "You don't even know about the secret palace."
Fang Changshi shook his head: "I don't know."
The middle-aged uncle is also a good teacher and explained:
"Did you know that originally our Tang Dynasty did not have any cultivation methods, and the so-called extraordinary power was those crude martial arts methods."
"But since many years ago, no one knows how many years it is. Some say thirty years, some say fifty years, and some say one hundred years.
But in short, a long time ago, the first secret palace of the Tang Dynasty was born, and countless skills and magic weapons flew out of the secret palace.
Some lucky guys got the skills and magic weapons like this and became the first batch of cultivators. Now we all have to call them ancestors and great powers.
This secret palace can be called the first blessed place in the world of cultivation.
Countless people with dreams want to change their destiny through the secret palace.
Later, every once in a while, a secret palace would appear somewhere, and the world of cultivation in the Tang Dynasty developed accordingly.
These bronze fragments might hide a top-notch skill.
Little brother, you said that you have a destiny with him, it is most likely because of the induction of Qigong.
When the time comes when your little brother will become famous, don’t forget to support me.”
Fang Chang's blood boiled when he was told that, and there was a look of desire in his eyes, but he still asked cautiously:
"Uncle, you didn't lie to me, did you? You can give me this good thing, and if it is a fake, who should I turn to?"
When the middle-aged uncle saw the fish take the bait, he smiled freely and said:
"This technique has a spirit, and those who are destined can get it. If I were destined, I would have sensed it long ago, but it has been in my hand for such a long time, but it has no reaction.
How about putting it in the hands of a destined person and fulfilling each other's needs.
As for whether it is fake or not, that is in the eyes of the benevolent and the wise. If you don’t see it, it means your destiny has not arrived yet.”
"Am I really the one chosen by fate?"
Fang Chang murmured to himself. Suddenly he raised his head suddenly, stared at the middle-aged uncle and said:
"I've decided! Uncle, you've been so kind to me, and I really can't repay you.
Let's do this, you give me the skill and sponsor me ten spiritual stones. When I complete the skill, I will pay it back a hundred times."
The middle-aged uncle nodded conditionally at first, and then was suddenly startled:
"Okay, okay, wh-what?!"
"Are you kidding me?!"
Fang Chang still said seriously: "Uncle, I'm not joking with you. I have a hunch that I am the son of destiny. When my cultivation level increases, I will definitely not forget you.
You only need to pay for one skill and you will get ten spiritual stones, or eight.
You will be the future benefactor of Master Jin Dan. Is there anything more profitable than this in the world?"
The middle-aged uncle's face showed the disgust of having just eaten a fly. He stared at Fang Chang, who was already boiling with blood, and made a last effort to say:
"This is a test given to you by fate. Are you unwilling to give out even two spiritual stones? Why do you get the recognition of top-level skills?"
Fang Chang looked confused: "But I don't have a spirit stone."
The middle-aged uncle froze completely.
After a long while, he asked with difficulty:
"Then what do you have?"
Fang Chang felt in his pocket, took out two taels of silver, and said with a simple and honest smile:
"I spent all my money on tickets, and this is all I have left."
The middle-aged uncle looked at the bronze fragments on the stall, and then at the two taels of silver in Fang Chang's hand.
Finally he took a deep breath and said:
"Seeing that you are destined, it's a deal!"
The smile on Fang Chang's face suddenly couldn't be stretched anymore, and he screamed in his heart, "F*ck."
"Blank! That's sloppy!"
Sure enough, a shameless person is invincible. This stall owner even made two taels of silver!
What the hell!
Fang Chang naturally knew that these magic weapon fragments were fake.
You must know that the equipment starts from the lowest level of ordinary soldiers, followed by magic weapons, spiritual weapons, magic weapons...
The magic weapon is already a fourth-level piece of equipment, and even Jindan masters who are not very good at it can't get the magic weapon.
Even the fragments of the magic weapon are priceless.
After all, the money for the materials alone is not a small amount. If it can retain some power, it will be enough to become an heirloom of an ordinary cultivator family.
Even if he didn't use identification skills, he knew it was fake.
He just wanted to try out bargaining and explore the rules of trading in the market.
result……
This middle-aged uncle is even more shameless than him.
Fang Chang couldn't help but bow his hand to the middle-aged uncle in his heart - this time, he lost.
Be willing to admit defeat.
Fang Chang handed the two taels of silver to the middle-aged stall owner, picked up the bronze fragments, and used his identification skills without giving up.
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[Old Bronze Fragments]
[Introduction: A poorly made imitation. If you want to find treasures at the stall, check your luck first.]
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Fang Chang: "..."
Even Goldfinger despises him.
However, he endured it.
In addition, he acted in a full set.
Fang Chang kept the bronze fragments close to his body as if they were treasures, said goodbye to the middle-aged stall owner, and disappeared into the crowd with a guilty conscience.
"It's great to be young."
The middle-aged stall owner watched Fang Chang disappear, then took out a bronze fragment like the one before from the baggage sitting under his buttocks and threw it in the stall, waiting for the right person.
