"Sir, take a look. These are all found from ancient ruins. They are absolutely genuine, high quality and low price. You can carefully create them and see them clearly." The stall owner was very enthusiastic. He waited for a long time to get such a customer.
"Are these genuine?"
"Of course, although most of them are remnants, they were all excavated from ancient ruins. Look, there are only ten spiritual stones."
"You are too cheap. If you find it in ancient ruins, it will be a priceless treasure." Ling Xiaotian said with a smile.
The stall owner smiled and said: "Sir, you don't know something. These things are obviously genuine, but no one believes them. I am also very depressed about this. I can only sell them cheaply to earn some hard work. I can only sell the goods for good fortune."
People."
"Oh, is that so? Then where are the ancient ruins you mentioned?"
"This..." The stall owner couldn't answer.
Ling Xiaotian smiled and said, "Is it a secret that cannot be told?"
"That's right, sir, forgive me, I still have to rely on this thing to make money to support my family. Once I tell you, it will be difficult to make money in the future." said the stall owner.
"Okay, since it's a good thing, I'll buy a few copies." Ling Xiaotian scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and immediately locked on three severely damaged copies. He wanted these three books because they were hundreds of years old.
It was more than ten thousand years ago, and other eras were not too far away. He just worked intentionally, and he did not point it out.
"I want these three copies." Ling Xiaotian handed the remaining copies to the stall owner.
"Young Master has a good eye. I think these three secret books are the best ones. They were originally intended to be the foundation of the stall. However, as I said before, if you sell goods to people who are destined to sell them, I will charge you thirty spiritual stones."
"I'll give you a medium-grade spiritual stone." Ling Xiaotian smiled and handed the spiritual stone to the stall owner.
"No, I'm looking for you. When doing business, you have to be honest. Just pay as much as you say." The stall owner really found seventy spiritual stones in his pocket and gave them to Ling Xiaotian. When he raised his head, Ling Xiaotian had disappeared, "It seems
, what the old man said is true, there are really people who know the goods." After saying this, the stall owner packed up his stall and disappeared.
But Ling Xiaotian appeared again. He had not gone far. Such a precious secret book was sold so cheaply. There was something fishy about it. It seemed that he was not wrong.
Opening one of the books, there is Lingyin Record written on it. The first few pages have disappeared, but the next dozen or so pages are still complete. There is also an explanation on Lingyin, which is to hide the spiritual consciousness. How can you buy such a good thing, even if it is disabled?
This book is also a priceless book. You can completely create a new set of exercises from it. Unless what he said is true, the old man in his mouth clearly knows the value of this incomplete book. It is interesting, but it seems that he will not do it.
I know that I will always think about it.
Putting away the scraps, he disappeared and followed the stall owner. Ling Xiaotian left a wisp of spiritual thoughts on his stall. Following his spiritual thoughts, he quickly found the place where the stall owner was. Ling Xiaotian stopped in a valley outside the city.
Above, outside the forest, there is a bamboo forest. Three bamboo houses are located in the bamboo forest. I saw an immortal old man sitting on a pile of dirt outside drinking tea, and the person next to him was the stall owner just now.
"Master, the thing has been bought."
"Oh, indeed there is a knowledgeable person. What did he say?"
"I don't seem to believe that there are ancient ruins."
"Believe it or not, it's none of our business, as long as you sell the book."
"Old man, why can you calculate so accurately? Someone is coming to buy it today."
"Secrets must not be revealed."
"Tch, you use secrets to bluff people every time. I'm still not your disciple. You always leave the bad things to me to handle, and just sit here and drink tea. I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes. How could I worship you in the first place?
You are the teacher."
"Once a teacher, always a father, of course you have to do whatever I ask you to do. It was you who begged me to accept you as my disciple, not me who begged you to be my disciple." The old man said with a smile.
"Hey, old man, I curse you to die early."
"You don't need to curse me. I will pass away when the time comes. This day should be coming soon." The old man said.
"Old man, I'm just saying that you take it seriously. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to sleep." After saying this, the stall owner entered the bamboo house, leaving the old man alone.
"Friend, since you're here and you haven't shown up yet, I've prepared tea for you."
Ling Xiaotian was stunned. He restrained his spiritual energy. It was said that no one would find him, so he was about to go out. Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from far away. From far to near, he saw a red-haired old man wearing a black robe appearing next to the white-haired old man.
Ling Xiaotian secretly said that he was careless and almost exposed his whereabouts.
"Senior brother, you're fine." The red-haired old man said with a smile.
"I'm not dead yet. I didn't expect you to find yourself here. You've put a lot of thought into it."
"Of course I put a lot of thought into it, but I have always been thinking about you. How about it, senior brother, you can tell me now."
"say what?"
"Stop pretending. I know all about your disciple selling secret books on ancient ruins. Although they are all broken, they are definitely not wrong. The master only told you back then. This is so unfair to me."
"Why don't you think about what's wrong with you? The master's mission is to protect the ancient ruins, and you are protecting it?"
"Of course it is."
"If that's the case, the master would have told you a long time ago, so why would you tell me alone, okay, I don't know what kind of person you are, so why are you pretending?" said the white-haired old man.
"Xuanyuanzi, don't be so shameless." The red-haired old man was angry.
"Don't worry, have a cup of tea." The white-haired old man smiled.
The red-haired old man slapped the wooden stake, causing the tea set to shatter, "I'll let you drink it."
"Junior brother, you still can't change your bad temper after all these years. I won't tell you about the ancient ruins. If you give up on this, if you still recognize me as your senior brother, come and sit down with me when you have time."
"Nonsense, if you don't say anything today, I will personally send you to hell."
"My fellow disciples, why are you doing this?" the white-haired old man sighed.
"Huh, there's nothing to say. Don't you have a disciple? I can't kill you, but I can kill him." The red-haired old man said with a ferocious smile.
"It seems there's really nothing to say. Let's do it. I'd like to see how you've improved over the years."
"Of course I won't let you down." After the red-haired old man said, a red light flashed on his body, a mysterious rune appeared in his head, and a powerful force pressed towards the white-haired old man.
"Qiankun Blood Seal, you actually escaped into the devil's path." The white-haired old man was shocked.
"Ha...do you know what it means to reach the same destination through different paths? No matter it's Tao or a demon, as long as you can enter the immortal world, you will be an immortal." The red-haired old man said with a smile.
"You are no longer qualified to be my junior brother. Today I will clean up the family for the master." Xuanyuanzi was angry.
"I don't have you as my senior brother a long time ago. If you hadn't told the master what happened to me at the foot of the mountain, I wouldn't be in this situation today. Come on, either you die or I die today." The red-haired old man shouted.
, the icon on the back of the head enlarged, slowly rose into the air, and immediately covered a radius of one mile, and the bloody evil began to rage.
"What the hell is this old man doing?" At this moment, the stall owner jumped out of the house. In an instant, the bamboo house was engulfed in blood-red color. There was no sound. The bamboo house was eroded away in an instant, and the stall owner took a breath.
"Disciple, you go first." The white-haired old man patted the stall owner behind him, and a passage opened.
"Old man, I can't leave you."
"Go away, you stay and do a favor." At this time, the white-haired old man was also angry. The danger of his life was no joke. He knew that today was the day he was doomed. Everything was ready. The stall owner left.
At that moment, a scroll was shot into his body, and the stall owner was also thrown out of the blood seal map.