Fixed because it lands in the same place every time, not fixed because it moves, a bit like a separate little world.
Here, you can sell heavenly materials and earthly treasures, you can sell elixirs, and you can even sell people.
A very tolerant place, but also a very demanding place.
You are not allowed to use spiritual power, and you are not allowed to fight, kill, or steal goods.
Once discovered, they will be expelled for life.
Other than that, you can do anything.
Murong Yin and Yun Yi were sitting at a stall nearby, eating steaming buckwheat crust wontons.
Like them, there are many, and they are not very abrupt.
Murong Yin looked at these people, not all of them were from Nanyou Country.
After finishing a bowl of wontons, Murong Yin stretched out her hand towards Yun Yi very naturally.
Yun Yi casually took out a pack of steaming steamed dumplings and handed them to her.
"Eat one and taste it, it's good." Murong Yin looked at Yun Yi who had also finished eating the wontons, made a bun and handed it to Yun Yi's mouth.
This was completely a subconscious move. Her attention was now focused on the outsiders, guessing where they were from.
Yun Yi didn't think so. Looking at the bun beside his mouth, his heart felt as sweet as honey. He opened his mouth and bit the bun into his mouth.
Murong Yin took the time to glance at it: "How is it?"
"Not bad." Yun Yi replied.
"In that case, here are four more. Here." Murong Yin handed the buns over.
Yun Yi: "."
Yun Yi looked at the bun bag and frowned, why didn't he continue feeding?
Looking at the white and tender side face, Yun Yi finally reluctantly took the bun, punched it hard and fed it into his mouth.
Poor buns, they are all dripping with juice~
Murong Yin withdrew her probing gaze and saw Yun Yi swallowing the last bite of the bun with a stinky face.
Unaware Murong Yin:???
Fortunately, Murong Yin didn't have to worry too much, because everyone was calling for her.
The black market is open.
As soon as it opened, people filed in. After a while, most of the people in front of the illusory door of the black market were gone.
Murong Yin and Yun Yi walked at the end. When they entered, the original door closed and disappeared.
Murong Yin curiously walked to the original location of the door, but found nothing.
It really seemed like it disappeared into thin air.
"Let's go." After one last look, Murong Yin and Yun Yi left and walked deeper.
Because it was his first time to enter the black market, Murong Yin was not in a hurry and walked around as if he were shopping normally.
In this black market, there are stone houses and attics. Some vendors who run fast occupy the attics, while some vendors who run slowly have to find a random place to set up their stalls.
While walking, Murong Yin fixed his eyes on a stall and walked over involuntarily.
Yun Yi followed closely behind, protecting her from being hit by others.
"Sister, those stones are the same as the ones you bought at the auction. Buy them all quickly!"
Mange in the space shouted.
Hmm? Stone?
Murong Yin turned her gaze away from a medicinal herb and landed on a pile of stones, showing an expression of disgust.
I have to say, they look exactly the same - ugly.
"This - senior." Murong Yin squatted down in front of the stall, looked at the stones, then at the herbs, looked up at the stall owner, and considered his words.
"How do you sell these stones? And these, these, these, these herbs."
The stall owner in front of me was an old man who looked to be in his late teens, with messy beard and hair, and tattered clothes.
If it weren't for that long aura and unfathomable strength, he would be just an ordinary little old man who would be thrown into a crowd.
The old man opened his eyes and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that as soon as he set up his stall today, someone would come to ask him how he came and went back in the past.
There was a hint of interest in Gujing Mubo's eyes.
"What do you want to buy, little friend?"
Murong Yin looked at the old man, stretched out his hand and pointed randomly - pointing all over again.
The old man straightened his beard: "You want them all?"
Murong Yin nodded again.
"Why did you buy these things?" the old man asked again.
Murong Yin didn't answer and asked instead: "There is another item in the black market transaction. Does the buyer have to explain what he wants to do?"
In fact, apart from medicinal materials, she didn't know what those things could do.
The old man smiled: "Of course there is no such thing."
Murong Yin: So?
"Tell me how you sell these. I'm in a hurry to go to other stalls, senior." Murong Yin urged.
"Hey! You kid, why are you so impatient at such a young age?"
Murong Yin rolled her eyes: "Nonsense, there are only 15 days in total, I won't buy more. Next time, I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse."
The old man was anxious: "The things in this stall are more valuable than everyone else's, why are you buying those defective products?"
Murong Yin choked and looked at the things on the old man's stall again, and came to the conclusion that except for the fact that the pile of herbs was very valuable, she didn't see anything else.
A rusty guqin, a pile of ugly stones, a rusty box, some dusty iron blocks and a few books.
We don’t know whose is the defective product, and we don’t dare to say.
On the contrary, Yun Yi looked at the things on the stall and glanced at the old man thoughtfully.
The message was sent to the woman on the ground who looked troubled: "Yin'er, he didn't lie to you. His things are all valuable and unmarketable."
Murong Yin turned around sharply, looked at Yun Yi, and said on her lips: Really?
Yun Yi nodded without leaving any trace.
Murong Yin's eyes lit up!
Hahaha, she was so lucky to meet such a secretive master when she came here!
Murong Yin happily prepared to reach out and touch these things, but was blocked by the old man with a gentle slap.
Murong Yin pursed her lips and looked at the old man, unhappy: "Why did you hit me?"
The old man was not annoyed at all, he shook his head and said: "Old man, these things are very expensive. If you can afford something, they are all yours. If you can't afford it, I won't sell it."
ah?
Murong Yin looked confused, what the hell is this, and at the same time felt uneasy: "If you can't afford it, you won't sell anything?"
The old man shook his head: "I won't sell it!"
hiss--
Murong Yin took a deep breath and held back her temper: "Tell me, what do you want?"
At the same time, he surrendered to Yun Yi with a pleading look, then came back to stare at the old man.
The old man noticed her movements and didn't care. He just said: "Talent."
Murong Yin was confused, what is it?
What the hell is talent?
"Senior, aren't you kidding me?"
The old man kept silent.
"What does talent do, you ask?"
The old man still didn't answer.
Murong Yin racked her brains, and finally sat down in front of the stall, breaking the jar and saying: "You came to the black market, don't you come to the black market to recruit disciples?"
No matter how much I thought about it, this was impossible, so Murong Yin just asked casually.
The old man nodded.
Murong Yin: "."
"You want to take on a disciple?"
"You show these things, but I don't know what you know? How do you know if I have talent?"
"Old man, do you think your behavior is reliable?"
