Quang Binh City, a ghost city. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Guangping City is far away from the Yuqi Mountains in the southeast of Xinle City, and the major avenues are not closed, and immortal cultivators can still enter and exit freely. And because there are no outstanding leylines and specialties around, and it also does not belong to the territory of the Dao system, there are a lot of scattered cultivators who come and go, so Wukong chose to come here and sell those magic weapons.

Ghost markets are basically found in every city, and they are places of trading between loose cultivators, and occasionally disciples of the Great Dao will come to Taobao. Because in the following period of time, Wukong needed to understand the world of loose cultivation, so he didn't go to a regular trading place, but came here, planning to exchange some yuan stones with magic weapons like casual cultivation.

As soon as he entered the ghost market, Wukong finally knew why a good trading place was called a ghost market!

The street was wide, but the pavement in the middle was empty, and all the immortal cultivators gathered in the shadow of the eaves on both sides, one by one wearing hooded robes and masks. There are people sitting on the ground, and the ground in front of them is written with "Advanced Dharma Instruments", "Zhongpin Water Practice Exercises" and the like; There were also those who walked around, pausing from time to time, and the whole street was silent, and there was no light from any magic weapons or talismans.

Fortunately, Wukong didn't want to be too ostentatious, so he also wore a hooded kaftan before, and when he saw this scene, he took out a mask from the storage bag and put it on, blending in with the immortal cultivators. Because it was the first time he came, he did not rush to ask or make a move, but first quietly observed. He didn't dare to stand in one place, for fear of causing any misunderstanding, but walked slowly along the side of the street, and walked down in a circle, and he probably understood the trading rules here.

The immortal cultivators who were seated, with the right side written in front of them, were what they owned, in black font; The items to be exchanged are written on the left side in white lettering. If you walk around, if you find a suitable one, you will stay in the ** stream, and of course use the method of sound transmission. All things, like the owner, are not visible, and at most they are photographed jade slips passed around.

On both sides of the road, at intervals, there will be a small room protected by a magic circle, and if the two parties reach a trading intention, they will go there to inspect the goods, which will test the eye and insight of the immortal cultivator. As for what means to use to ensure that one party will not make a robbery, Wukong has not found out yet, but seeing that so many immortal cultivators are trading here, he knows that there must be a means.

Seeing that he had almost understood, Wukong found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and wrote in black charcoal on the right side in front of him: "Heavenly Ladder Lower Grade Magic Weapon; Prefecture-level intermediate and high-level magic weapons", and the left side directly wrote "Intermediate and high-grade Yuan Stone; "Array Plate", which means that I want to use these magic weapons to exchange for some yuan stones and array plates.

As soon as he wrote, several immortal cultivators surrounded him, and even the one sitting next to him erased the words in front of him and came over, and for a while, Wukong's ears drilled into several condensed and silky voices: "What heaven-level magic weapon?" "How many yuan stones?"

Wukong was taken aback, he had no idea the attraction of the Heavenly Rank Magic Weapon to the Loose Cultivators, and the most important thing was that this Heavenly Rank Magic Weapon might actually be purchased with Yuan Stone! The trading scene, which was originally very bland, suddenly appeared, attracting more immortal cultivators to come to Wukong's face, and he was surrounded for a while.

Not only casual cultivation, but even the ordinary disciples in the Great Dao System regard the Heavenly Rank Dharma Weapon as a treasure, and they are reluctant to take it out and exchange it for something, even if they are exchanged, it is also in exchange for the same level magic weapon of different lines of power or cultivation Dao System, or the elixir that can help overcome the tribulation and increase the longevity, and these things are also not low in the value of the scattered cultivation, so it is generally difficult to achieve what you want.

In places like Lichen Fang and Xuanji Pavilion, there will also be heaven-level magic weapons for sale, but most of the time, they are carried out in the form of auctions, and the scattered cultivators simply can't grab the Dao disciples who have the backing of the same sect or master, so it has caused the chaotic scene today.

Wukong had no experience with this kind of scene, he only felt that his ears were about to be squeezed by the transmission, and as soon as the hem of his clothes was pulled forward, he covered the words on the ground, hugged his fists around, and didn't speak, he got up and was about to walk out. But the loose cultivators finally saw someone release a heaven-level magic weapon, of course they wouldn't let him leave like this, but they couldn't fight the law here, so they used their bodies to stop in front of Wukong's body and block his way.

Just when Wukong was a little anxious, a voice came from outside: "You guys, I'm afraid you're going to scare this Daoist friend away, let's go to the trading court and see what this Daoist wants to exchange for this Heavenly Rank magic weapon." ”

With the sound of the words, there was also the coercion of the masters of the Fourth Realm, and the immortal cultivators surrounding Wukong flashed a path that only allowed one person to pass through when they heard the words, and at the end was one of the rooms protected by the magic circle. As soon as Wukong straightened the crooked mask, he was pushed and shoved towards the room by the anxious immortal cultivators.

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The façade of the room doesn't look big, but there is a hole inside.

The eye is a spacious hall, full of a hundred zhang square, the middle is the atrium, the surrounding is divided into three floors, each floor has many small rooms, also separated by a magic circle, the furnishings and decorations are very simple, and at the same time faintly reveal the magnificent atmosphere.

At this time, an old man appeared in the middle of the atrium, he didn't hide his appearance like an ordinary immortal cultivator, his face was like a full moon, his hair was like frost, and his silver beard was like a waterfall, exuding a burst of aura at the peak of the fourth realm. After appearing, he first asked Wukong, who was squeezed in front, "This fellow Daoist, is there indeed a heaven-level magic weapon for sale?" ”

When Wukong heard this, this person was the person who had just shouted, straightened his clothes, bowed his hand, and thanked him for the grace he had just solved, and then nodded.

The old man nodded slightly with satisfaction, and raised his voice to the immortal cultivators around Wukong: "Old man Wu Haotian, by the love of all your fellow Daoists, and by the ghost market of this city, if you can trust the old man, the old man will first talk to this Taoist friend to see how this heaven-level magic weapon is changed." ”

The old man seemed to have some weight, and the immortal cultivators nodded their heads when they heard this, expressing their agreement with the old man's proposal, and the old man surnamed Wu took Wukong and walked to a small room on the first floor.

The furnishings in the room are also very simple, in the middle is a long table, there are a few chairs on each side, a pot of tea on the table, a few white jade cups, a corner of the room, there is a pot of plants that Wukong can't name, it is blooming with white flowers, bursts of fragrance came, and the few wisps of irritability that had just been caused were immediately dispersed cleanly.

"Fellow Daoists, please take a seat."

The old man pointed to the seat on one side and said to Wukong, Wukong was busy with the etiquette of the juniors, first invited the old man to sit down, and then borrowed flowers to offer a cup of tea to the Buddha, and then sat down by himself.

"Is it convenient for the old man to show the Daoyou's Heavenly Rank magic weapon?" The old man took a sip of tea and asked as if he didn't care, staring at Wukong more and more directly with the light in his eyes.

Wukong nodded, pulled out a storage bag from his arms, and placed the silvery-white, hook-like artifact on the table.

"Dongxian?!" As soon as the old man saw this magic weapon, his eyes burst with light, and as soon as his hand was called, the magic weapon fell into his hand, and he looked through it repeatedly, shouting in disbelief.

However, only a moment later, the light in the old man's eyes faded, turned into a dull one, put the magic weapon on the table, pushed it back to Wukong, smiled and said, "Let Daoyou see and laugh!" ”

Wukong just shook his head, put the artifact back into the storage bag, and sat there quietly waiting for the old man to ask questions.

The old man looked Wukong up and down, stroked his long hair, and said to him: "Daoist friends will even take out a magic weapon like Dongxian to trade, and what you ask for must be extraordinary!" "He just heard that someone was going to trade Heavenly Rank magic weapons, and he didn't know what the thing to trade was.

Wukong shook his head, took out a high-grade Yuan Stone, an intermediate Yuan Stone, from his arms, and placed it on the table.

When the old man saw it, he frowned, and asked with some confusion: "Daoist is you going to trade the location of high-grade or middle-grade yuanshi veins?" ”

The ore vein is one of the blessed places for cultivation and tribulation, but it is basically in the hands of various Dao Systems, and the information of this thing can be similar to the value of the Heavenly Rank Magic Weapon for the casual cultivation that is in demand.

Wukong shook his head again and tapped two Yuan Stones with his fingers.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what Wukong meant, his eyes widened and widened, and he almost fell on the table, his mood was lost again, and he asked in disbelief: "Daoyou just wants to change the Yuan Stone?" ”

Wukong finally nodded.

The old man was not calm anymore, pointing at Wukong, his hair fluttering, and he didn't know what to say about him.

There is no such thing as stolen goods in the cultivation world, if you are not afraid of the background of the person who is robbed, you will use it openly; If you're afraid of that person's background, you use it secretly. Or find a big exchange to sell, no one will go to the ghost market to show off, first, it can't be sold at a good price, and second, it's easy to be embellished.

Guan Wukong acted in moderation, not like a stunned young man, the old man really couldn't understand him, why did he come here to get rid of it, could it be to fish for the enemy? Or is there something else? It's none of your business to think about it, but if you ask too deeply and wrap yourself in, there will be a joke to watch. So the old man cleaned up his mood and asked directly, "What is the price?" ”

Wukong didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically in a rough voice: "How is the market?" ”

"If it's exchanged for yuanshi, there is no market."

This old man acted fairly, and he didn't deceive Wukong with lies because he first came, no wonder the immortal cultivators outside trusted him so much.

It's rare to meet a sincere person, Wukong took out the magic weapons that he was going to get rid of one by one in line with the idea that he didn't take advantage of it, and let the old man be a free appraiser.

When the old man saw this magic weapon, his face became less and less calm, and finally his face changed abruptly, and he pointed at Wukong and said, "I know who you are!" (To be continued.) )