"My name is Xiaoyaolang, and I meet Elder Meng. Xiaoyao Changsheng saluted Meng Xinghuo.

"Oh, Xiaoyaolang, since you're here, then stay in peace, when will my old man let you go, if you don't go, I'll kick you out, if my old man doesn't let you go, even the king of heaven will not give face." Lying on the chair, Meng Xinghuo swayed leisurely, and the sound of creaking sounded rhythmically.

Xiaoyao Changsheng pointed to the blood stains on Meng Xinghuo's body and said, "Elder Meng, your injury is not in the way, right?" This strange old lady, Xiaoyao Changsheng is a little confused.

"Hmph, just by them, it's not enough to tickle my old man, even if he calls his old man Xie Li, he can only kowtow and kneel to my old man. Meng Xinghuo smiled at the door, "Xiaoyaolang, give me a psychic talisman, from tomorrow onwards, this shop will be called 'Thunder Fire Shop'." ”

"Elder Meng, how do you know that I have a psychic talisman?" Xiaoyao Changsheng was taken aback, took out a psychic talisman, and handed it to Meng Xinghuo's hand, this old lady is too mysterious.

Meng Xinghuo stretched out his fingers and engraved two crooked characters on the psychic talisman, and then threw the psychic talisman in front of Xiaoyao Changsheng and said: "Xiaoyaolang, go and hang it, from now on, we can be regarded as having a signboard, of course, whether there is a business or not, it depends on your creation." ”

Meng Xinghuo's upside-down words and somewhat crazy actions made Xiaoyao Changsheng dare not have the slightest disobedience, and obediently came to the door and hung a plaque.

When he came back, Xiao Yao Changsheng stood in front of Meng Xinghuo, and said with some embarrassment: "Elder Meng, why do you want to pretend to be pitiful in front of these people, you have such a great ability and you want me to save you, aren't you slapping me?"

Meng Xinghuo chattered and said: "Xiaoyaolang, the person who came to save me did not look at whether he had much ability, but whether he had a heart that could help the world." The reason why bodhisattvas are bodhisattvas is because they universalize sentient beings, and sentient beings attain the 32 aspects of bodhisattvas with great aspirations, do you understand?"

Xiaoyao Changsheng touched his head, "Elder Meng, I don't have any ability, I'm afraid that I will disappoint you, so you better let me go." "Secretly through some induction, Xiaoyao Changsheng couldn't sense Meng Xinghai's strength, such a talent is the most terrifying, so Xiaoyao Changsheng didn't dare to leave forcibly, so he could only resign.

"Xiaoyaolang, there is a hut in the back, which is your room. Meng Xinghuo raised his hand and pointed to the small courtyard behind, slowly closed his eyes, and no longer paid attention to the free immortal.

"Hey, it seems that you can't leave, let's stay here first. Xiaoyao Changsheng secretly made up his mind in his heart, and walked into the backyard, the whole yard was messy, and there were all kinds of strange dusty spiritual materials piled up everywhere, it seemed that the grade was not low, these things, if they were placed in Zhulu City, they would be robbed by the three major families, but here, they were randomly placed like garbage.

Walking into the hut, opening the door, a musty smell came to his face, Xiaoyao Changsheng covered his nose and went in, in a few cabinets in the house, there were some broken spiritual weapons placed indiscriminately, and the whole room had only a small bed, if you accidentally turn over at night, it will fall to the ground.

Holding back the disgusting taste, Xiaoyao Changsheng began to clean the room, and it took an hour to keep a room basically tidy and clean, and the sky was gradually getting noon, and Xiaoyao Changsheng's stomach began to gurgle.

"Xiaoyaolang, looking at the store, my old man went to find wine to drink. Without waiting for Xiaoyao Changsheng to reply, Meng Xinghuo's figure had already disappeared from in front of Xiaoyao Changsheng.

Watching Meng Xinghuo leave the Thunder Fire shop, Xiaoyao Changsheng was overjoyed in his heart, "Haha, I didn't expect this old guy to be an old drunkard, okay, thank God, Amitabha, can finally leave." He stepped forward and ran out the door.

Poof!

Xiaoyao Changsheng's head hit the empty door frame as if it was hitting the wall, and the huge recoil force made Xiaoyao Changsheng sit on the ground, and Xiaoyao Changsheng, who came to his senses, yelled at the door: "Old bastard, set up a ban, you immortal plank, you can't run away now." ”

"Hehe, Xiaoyaolang, since people keep you, why don't you appreciate it?" Behind him, Lei Qigong's voice came.

"Qigong, how did you get in?Isn't there an enchantment?" Xiaoyao Changsheng looked at Lei Qigong and saw the big savior, "This old bastard, it's too mysterious, let's go." ”

Lei Qigong waved his hand, sat on the chair, and said with a bit of mystery: "His prohibition is against you, if you want to deal with me, it's early." Xiaoyaolang, since you have fate, you can live in peace of mind, bad fate and good fate, when the time comes, you will know. ”

Since Lei Qigong said so, Xiaoyao Changsheng was also happy to live, although this house was simple, it was much more free and convenient than the inn.

Time, in a flash, is three days passed.

In the past three days, only a few low-level martial artists came to patronize the Thunder Fire Shop, but these guys took a casual look in the shop and left in a hurry.

It seems that these martial artists are not only not interested in Lei Meng's things, but also the psychic talisman of Xiaoyao Changsheng can't enter their eyes, and in the room, only Xiaoyao Changsheng is left with a dry smile and a boring face.

Meng Xinghuo didn't look at the embarrassment of the free immortal, he just drank his own wine, and in a few days, not only did he not earn a penny, but the money in the pocket of the free immortal life all went into Meng Xinghuo's stomach.

For those martial artists who left the Thunder Fire Shop, Meng Xinghuo just snorted a few times and never paid attention to them, as if this shop was not his.

Such a boring day passed for a few more days.

During the day, Xiaoyao Changsheng still helps the Thunder Fire Shop take care of its business, and at night, it continues to make psychic talismans.

After these few days of exploration, Xiaoyao Changsheng's technique of making spirit talismans has gradually become proficient, and all the time has been shortened from the original three hours to the current half an hour, and its quality has been improved by a realm compared to the original.

It was at noon that a ray of sunlight slanted into the Thunderfire Shop, and a slender shadow suddenly appeared, blocking the sight of the free immortal.

Meng Xinghai, who was lying on the chair, looked at the person who came, didn't say hello, squinted his eyes, and continued to drink by himself.

Xiaoyao Changsheng raised his head, and in front of him was a tall woman, dressed in white like snow, and her skin was better than snow.

The delicate and clear nose is smooth and smooth, like a flying spring from a high mountain, flowing downstream.

The round and jade lips, one by one, poured out the orchid.

The soft and boneless neck, looking left and right, the snow falls silently.

The budding breasts, in her together, all the fragrance of flowers, all the birds, are under this movement and stillness, like the sun emitting, dizzying.

However, above this woman's pretty face, in addition to the arrogance of a phoenix, it is indifferent like fireworks in the world.

"An old bastard, a little bastard, one knows how to drink, one knows how to bask in the sun, no wonder your voice has done this, the guests are coming, you don't know how to greet them, don't you want to open the door to do business?" An old guy next to the woman, looking at the age, if not eighty-four, there should be seventy-three, and he is almost at the age when the king of Hades does not invite him to go, and his temper is still so short-tempered, and he roared arrogantly at Xiaoyao Changsheng and Meng Xinghai.

Hearing the old man's protests, Xiaoyao Changsheng seemed to wake up, quickly got up, and said to the two people with a smile: "Miss, old man, look at it, choose it, the best thing in our store is the psychic talisman, I hope to satisfy the old gentleman and the eldest lady." ”

"This little bastard, Wang Po sells melons, sells herself and boasts, and goes to do business, but she is a good hand. Meng Xinghai in the chair shook his head and smiled dumbly.

"Miss, look at it, this ghost place is not only remote, but also dilapidated, if there can be any good things, I think we should go. His eyes glanced at the Thunder Fire shop, and the old man looked dissatisfied.

The silk silk on Yingying*** fluttered with the wind, but this woman did not make a sound, and her eyes fell on the psychic talisman in Lei Yue's hand.

Observing the words, Lei Yue hurriedly handed over the spirit talisman.

Fearing that Xiaoyao Changsheng's actions would desecrate the woman's nobility, the old man took the first step and snatched the psychic talisman from Xiaoyao Changsheng's hand, his eyes were light, and he began to test the grade of the psychic talisman.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiaoyao Changsheng hurriedly introduced: "Old man, our psychic talisman, once activated, can automatically absorb the vitality between heaven and earth, and without the need for too much yuan power from the controller, you can easily lock the range of the spirit beast, determine the level of the spirit beast, and determine the existence of the yuan core. ”

It seemed that he didn't listen to Xiaoyao Changsheng's eloquent talk, and a trace of disappointment appeared on the old man's indifferent face, and then he threw the spirit talisman towards Xiao Yao Changsheng and said: "Such a low-level spirit rune, no wonder it can only be sold here, I'm sorry, what we want is a high-level spirit note of the yellow order, even if it is a five-note note." ”

Eight notes, regarded as the highest level of spiritual note in the spirit of the spirit of the talisman treasure, one tone to three tones, considered the yellow level low, three tones of the five tones, considered the yellow level intermediate, five tones of the five tones, considered the yellow level advanced.

Xiaoyao Changsheng was stunned in place, and was immediately dumbfounded.

The woman in white, with an indifferent face, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Silly boy, don't you know that your psychic talismans can achieve the effect of eight notes through the array?" Meng Xinghuo, who was lying on the chair, said coldly, and then continued to drink his wine.

"Array, stacking, does it really have such an effect? Why didn't I think of it. Meng Xinghuo's words made Xiaoyao Changsheng suddenly realize and slapped his head fiercely.