A man in a green shirt was quietly eating a sumptuous meal on the table. Opposite him, an old man with white hair sat.
The old man's sitting posture is more indulgent, with one leg on the bench beside him. He doesn't care about his image at all and looks very carefree. In contrast, the man in green shirt is not like the old man. Instead, he is polite and polite. The food on the table is also
Just eat a few bites occasionally.
The old man squinted his eyes, smiled broadly, rolled up his sleeves, his hands were covered with grease, and he was holding an unfinished chicken leg in one hand.
The man in green shirt did not show any disgust because the man opposite him was an old man who was incompatible with his image.
"Senior, what are we going to do after we finish eating?"
The old man sucked the remaining chicken bone on his hand for one last time, then threw it aside. Without looking at the man in green shirt who asked the question, he pulled out another chicken leg from the chicken on the table that was missing one leg.
"wait."
The expression of the man in green shirt changed, and the look in his eyes suddenly became a bit sinister. However, this was just a temporary illusion, and in the blink of an eye, the man in green shirt returned to calmness.
As if he noticed something, the old man raised his head to glance at the man in green shirt intentionally or unintentionally, and found that the man in green shirt was looking at him, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, I just thought that senior might like to eat chicken legs."
The old man added: "You seem to be a little flustered."
The man in green shirt smiled and said: "I just feel that there are too many people in this inn and it's a bit noisy, so I feel irritated."
The old man ignored him, lowered his head and began to chew the unfinished chicken legs in his hand.
"Young people, if you want to do big things, what you need most is patience. If you don't have patience, you won't be able to do big things."
The man in green shirt was smiling but not smiling, and he quickly responded and said, "Senior is right."
The old man suddenly raised his head and smiled at the man in green shirt sitting opposite.
The man in green shirt continued to look at the old man and lowered his head to gnaw on the chicken leg. The old man did not say anything.
When the old man was about to finish the whole chicken, suddenly he stopped and turned to look out the window.
"Look, isn't this coming?"
The man in green shirt followed the old man's gaze and saw a man in white walking on the street with an expressionless girl behind him.
The girl seemed to be speechless and followed the man in white without saying a word.
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He Yidao led Li Yunxi to a place selling silk and satin clothes in a small town.
"What are we doing here?" Li Yunxi couldn't help but ask, watching He Yidao constantly looking at the silk and satin around him.
"What is this place?"
"Of course it's Buzhuang." Li Yunxi wasn't stupid either, but she still didn't understand why He Yidao would ask this non-question.
"Then what else can you do in Cloth Shop besides buying silk and satin clothes?" He Yidao looked at the clothes in the shop without looking at Li Yunxi.
At this time, the store owner, who had been sizing up He Yidao and He Yidao, walked out of the counter.
"Master Immortal, I wonder what kind of fabric you want?" The boss came over and asked with a smile.
He Yidao glanced at the boss of Buzhuang. The boss was probably in his middle age, but he was in the middle stage of Qi refining.
"Take out the best ingredients you have here and have a look." He Yidao said.
The shop owner glanced at He Yidao. The shop owner was smiling and squinting his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly. However, He Yidao could feel that the shop owner in front of him was looking at him.
"Okay, please wait a moment, Master Immortal."
With that said, the shop owner went into the inner hall to get some silk.
Not long after, the shop owner took out a few pieces of plain silk. It seemed that the material of the plain silk was indeed good.
"Sir, this is a satin woven from first-order spiritual silk. We don't have much stock in our store. This satin cannot be broken by ordinary swords. If it is made into clothes, it will not only be warm in winter and cool in summer, but also very comfortable.
It is impervious to water and fire. The most important thing is that clothes made of this material can protect themselves from wind and dust and will not get dirty."
The boss introduced He Yidao with a smile.
He Yidao didn't even look at the silk in the shop owner's hands and asked, "Is this the best plain silk in your cloth shop?"
The shop owner saw that He Yidaoyan, who was wearing ordinary clothes, was taller than his head. He was a little confused for a moment, "Xian Chang, this price of plain silk woven from spiritual silk is worth a piece of snow per foot..."
"Snow money?" He Yidao suddenly frowned, and then he remembered that the currency of the world of cultivation is not real gold and silver.
"Yes, Immortal Chief, I wonder how much money you plan to use to buy fabrics..." The boss frowned when he saw He Yidao, and there was some speculation in his heart...
"If you don't have enough money for the snow on the immortal today, you can come to the store to have a look at it another day." The store owner smiled naturally, and his service attitude was quite good, but he seemed to be less enthusiastic and more cold.
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He Yidao looked back at Li Yunxi, who was standing silently behind him, "I was in a hurry to go down the mountain and didn't ask Qiu Hao and the others for some snow money. Do you have it with you?"
Li Yunxi shook her head, indicating that she didn't have any money with her.
He Yidao sighed, feeling a little distressed. If he had no money, he might not be able to walk on the next road to Qionghu.
He Yidao thought for a while, and then he remembered that there should be some snow money in the Qiankun bag, so he quickly searched the Qiankun bag. But he still couldn't find the snow money.
He just found a pile of yellow copper coins in a corner of the Qiankun Bag. He Yidao didn't know what they were, because the yellow copper coins were much larger than ordinary copper coins, and their material was neither copper nor gold, and
, it is full of spiritual energy.
But it must be currency, otherwise it wouldn't be made like copper coins.
So, He Yidao took out one, put it in his hand, and handed it to the shop owner, "Do you recognize this piece of money?"
The boss's face suddenly changed, and the smile on his face gradually grew stronger, "The immortal is joking, I still know Jin Huanhua."
"Oh? You know it? How much do you think this golden money is worth?" He Yidao just asked the question calmly, and he really didn't know.
However, when this sentence is heard in the ears of the shop owner, it is not the case.
The boss smiled bitterly, thinking that He Yidao was angry because he was slightly disrespectful to him just now, so he said honestly: "One gold coin is equal to one hundred snow coins..."
"Oh." He Yidao nodded, and then he realized how much the pile of gold coins in his Qiankun bag was worth.
"Then bring me the best plain silk in your store."
The shop owner did not rush to get the plain silk, but asked: "I wonder where the immortal comes from?"
He Yidao said: "The Heavenly Sword Sect."
At this time, the shop owner looked bitter. Who would have thought that a man wearing ordinary silk and satin would turn out to be a disciple of the Tianjian Sect.
But isn’t the worst thing the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect wear made of first-order spiritual silk?