Cultivation has no years, and unconsciously, a day has passed, and it was not until the early morning of the second day, nine days of sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, that he slowly opened his eyes, stretched his waist, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After doing all this, Jiutian turned over and got out of bed, walked to the door, pushed open the red wooden door, and walked out slowly, and when he reached the front hall of the inn, his eyes swept around.

The shopkeeper was still the same as yesterday, and he was still looking down in front of the counter and carefully flipping the account book, the shopkeeper seemed to hear something, and slowly raised his head to take a look, and when he saw Jiutian come out, his face suddenly became unsightly.

Hum!

When the shopkeeper saw Jiutian, his face showed disdain, he raised his mouth, snorted coldly, and lowered his head again to flip through the blue-covered ledger.

Jiutian didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of person, and walked out of the inn directly.

Although it was only early in the morning, the noisy noise in the streets was no weaker than noon, the sound of stalls on both sides of the streets of the county town, or the chatter of merchants.

Jiutian had to speed up his pace, and walked out in the direction of the outside of the city along the way he came.

The little brother in front, please stay!

Suddenly, an old and hoarse shout came into Jiutian's ears.

Hearing this, Jiutian's figure was stunned for a moment, but he still turned around, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at it intently.

It was an old man in rags, with his hair scattered and a few green leaves, and a wrinkled old face full of black dirt, and the dirty old man was running briskly towards him while panting for breath.

The time was not nine, and the old man came to Jiutian, with doubts on his face, rolling his eyes and carefully looking up and down Jiutian's body.

From the old man's body, there was a pungent and fishy stench, enough to make people sick, and the smell of fainting slowly wafted through the nose of Jiutian.

Vomit!

Jiutian bent down suddenly, covered his mouth, and retched.

However, Jiutian was secretly happy in his heart, fortunately he hadn't eaten recently, otherwise....... People who have cultivated for nine days are almost disgusted by this stench.

A gust of wind suddenly blew, blowing the old man's dirty hair, the dirty old man's long black and white hair fluttered with the wind, and a few small pieces of green cabbage leaves floated down gently from the dirty mess, crossed in front of Jiutian's eyes, and fell on Jiutian's clothes.

To be honest, Jiutian couldn't stand it a little and was about to turn around and leave, but the moment Jiutian turned around, his waist was suddenly tightly grasped by two rough and thin big hands.

Want to go?

There was a dry laugh of the dirty old man behind him, Jiutian looked at him, he was stunned for a moment, and when he turned his head, he saw that the dirty old man's hands were grabbing his waist, and his face was full of strange expressions.

Jiutian struggled to break free, but the pair of big withered hands that grabbed Jiutian's waist showed no signs of letting go.

Jiutian was shocked in his heart, could it be this old man? But he really couldn't bear it, and in desperation, Jiutian decided that he had to use spiritual power.

But at the moment when Jiutian tried to operate his spiritual power, Jiutian suddenly felt that his spiritual power was suppressed and sealed by some invisible force, and he couldn't even quote a trace of spiritual power in the sea of qi.

Jiutian was surprised in his heart, and couldn't help but look at the dirty old man cautiously with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

I saw the dirty old man grabbing Jiutian's waist with both hands, staring at Jiutian with his eyes, and said with a straight face:

Little brother! The old man was amazed at your bones, and there was a flash of inspiration in the center of his eyebrows! You are a good material for cultivating immortals! I have here a peerless nameless ancient book! I see that you are destined! I will sell it to you for one hundred taels of silver! In the future, the task of defending the peace of the Three Realms will be entrusted to you!

The dirty old man took out a scroll made of the skin of an unknown beast from somewhere, and stared at Jiutian with a serious face, as if he was waiting for Jiutian to make a decision.

In the eyes of outsiders, this dirty old man looks like a beggar-like charlatan, but it is only clear in nine days that this dirty old man is by no means as simple as he seems on the outside.

Even his own spiritual power can be suppressed and sealed by him, this is not something that can be done with a high cultivation, a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage can kill a monk in the Qi cultivation period in a snap of his fingers, but it is absolutely impossible to seal the spiritual power of others.

Unless......!

Jiutian seemed to remember something, but he still interrupted his recollection, not daring to continue thinking, but the eyes of the dirty old man changed from surprise to respect and curiosity.

Turning his gaze to look at the beast skin scroll, the animal skin scroll looked plain, even a little shabby, such an item, not only nine days, anyone would ignore it, but this animal skin scroll was in the hands of the dirty old man at this time.

The value that represents is different, Jiutian couldn't help but pay attention to it, and hurriedly said in a respectful tone: "Senior, although I don't know why you found me, but I can't afford that scroll!"

Hearing this, the dirty old man's face suddenly showed a smile unexpectedly: Hehe!!Little brother!, as long as you have this idea!

And how much silver do you have? The dirty old man's face suddenly became curious.

Jiutian couldn't help but be a little speechless, his spiritual power could be sealed by this person, could it be that he didn't know how much silver he had.

But seeing the curious eyes of the dirty old man, Jiutian had no choice but to continue to reply: There are still one or two pieces of silver!

What! It's only one tael! Don't you even give me a hundred taels?

The dirty old man looked old-fashioned and slightly angry, but then lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

The dirty old man raised his head suddenly, and his face was serious, as if he had made some decision.

Hearing this, Jiu Tian slowly put his hand into his pocket, took out the last one or two pieces of silver on his body, and opened his palm and placed it flat in front of the dirty old man.

The messy old man let go of the hand that was holding Jiutian's waist, took the one or two pieces of silver, and handed the animal skin scroll in his other hand to Jiutian.

Jiutian reached out and took the worn-out animal skin scroll in the dirty old man's hand.

With doubts, Jiutian opened the animal skin scroll in his hand and looked at it intently.

Holy Origin!

Jiutian first saw the three quaint big characters next to him

This is....?

Jiutian was puzzled and a little puzzled, what is the effect of this exercise?

Jiutian raised his head, and just wanted to ask the dirty old man, but found that the figure of the dirty old man had disappeared from his sight, and he looked around again, and whispered with doubts:

What about people?

After thinking for a while, even if he was curious about what was recorded in this scroll, he was allowed to take a closer look at the situation now, so Jiutian had no choice but to put away the animal skin scroll first and continue to walk briskly in the direction of the county gate.