"The price I gave is already very high, boss, you can go around and ask, who will spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy an antique with such a bright color to go back."

Gently flicking the Tang San painted pottery horse, Li Zhiqiu said with a look of indifference.

"Then, brother, you can add a little more, I am a treasure passed down from my grandfather."

Listening to the other party say the biggest flaw of Tang Sancai, the young stall owner is also out of line, his voice is a lot weaker, and the other party is not a Kaizi who knows nothing.

"That's it, for the sake of me and my boss being so close to each other, I'll round it up, 100,000. If I agree, I'll go to the ATM right away. ”

Looking at the pitiful appearance of the other party, Li Zhiqiu secretly shook his head, but he increased the price by tens of thousands.

"Since you've said so, brother, okay, I'll transfer this heirloom to you."

After a moment of silence, the young stall owner looked at Ma Ta Feiyan like 'nostalgia', and then gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Okay, let's come with the boss, and I'll transfer money to you."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Li Zhiqiu simply took the young stall owner to the CCB ATM not far away, and directly transferred 100,000 yuan to the other party's account, he didn't believe that the other party would cheat.

"Brother, I'll give you this heirloom."

Picking up the mobile phone and looking at the prompt text message, the young stall owner handed over the cloth bag he was holding in his arms, and his face couldn't hide the joy in his heart. He bought this thing from the 'mouse', and at that time he found a brightly colored flaw, and it only cost two hundred yuan to buy it, and now he has made a profit of five hundred times as soon as he changes hands.

"Boss, you don't need to use this reason now, I don't know how many years this thing has a history."

Taking over the Tang Dynasty Sancai, Li Zhiqiu said with a smile on his face.

"Ahem, brother, since you have seen the flaws, why are you willing to buy it for 100,000 yuan."

When the money was in hand, the young stall owner didn't mind letting the other party know the details, but curiously asked his doubts. The money and goods are cleared, even if the other party finds out that he bought a fake and regrets it, it is useless, which is the rule of the antique industry.

"I like it."

Lifting the cloth bag in his hand, Li Zhiqiu didn't explain anything and left directly. When he found two nice things, he was in a good mood.

"Rich man."

Looking at the chic back of the young man, the young stall owner shook his head in puzzlement, and it could only be attributed to the fact that the other party had money and nowhere to spend.

After sighing for a while, the young stall owner walked back to his stall quickly, waiting for the arrival of the next owner.

Li Zhiqiu, who bought two antiques, continued to wander around and saw a lot of real things, but he was not interested, and he didn't think about making money with this. What's more, people are all good now, and they won't easily sell good things cheaply, Li Zhiqiu wouldn't think that it would be so easy to encounter the good things before.

It has to be said that practitioners have a unique advantage in this regard. Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, and there is no shortage of such entries in the Dao Alliance, but it is just very secretive. It's just that cultivators pay attention to following their surnames, and they don't have the habit of eating alone.

The most important thing is that most of these things come from ancient tombs, and they are not easy to give away, and Li Zhiqiu is too lazy to ask the price.

Unconsciously, Li Zhiqiu has climbed to the top of Huangshan Mountain, and the sunlight breaks through the thick clouds and sprinkles directly on the top of the mountain, making the entire Huangshan seem to be covered with a golden coat.

Exhaled, Li Zhiqiu closed his eyes and opened his hands, feeling the charm of nature.

As the mood relaxed, the spiritual consciousness spread to the surroundings, the heaviness of the mountains, the ethereal clouds, the calmness of the trees, and the lightness of the flowers......

Everything was so moving, Li Zhiqiu's spiritual sense, which was originally different from that of ordinary monks, was as if he had eaten a great tonic pill, breaking through the fifty zhang sensing distance of an ordinary Qi refining stage peak monk, and spreading to sixty zhang and seventy zhang...... It even exceeded the hundred-zhang induction of the junior monk of the Yudan period, and it didn't stop until it was two hundred zhang.

Stopping the spread of spiritual consciousness, Li Zhiqiu sensed the vigorous vitality over and over again, and his soul seemed to be sublimated, and even the long-standing barrier began to loosen faintly.

"Stay safe, boy."

A voice sounded in his ears, Li Zhiqiu opened his eyes, and thanked the kind old man: "Old man, thank you." ”

"Well, no, no."

Seeing that this young man had no thoughts of suicide, the old man smiled and left with peace of mind.

didn't find what he wanted, Li Zhiqiu didn't feel frustrated, thinking about whether it was because he didn't have enough chance, or when the destined person arrived, he would take the sheep by the hand, which would definitely save time and effort.

No longer entangled in this question, Li Zhiqiu turned around and prepared to go down the mountain, but unexpectedly a middle-aged Taoist priest appeared in front of him: "Donor, please stay." ”

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest with black hair and long beard, handsome face, and fairy wind bones in front of him, feeling the spiritual power faintly revealing from the other party's body, Li Zhiqiu bowed slightly: "I don't know what the chief is looking for me?" ”

"The donor came from afar, and the poor road prepared tea to show his gratitude."

Seeing Li Zhiqiu's demeanor all over his body, the middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes were filled with a faint joy.

"Then thank you."

I don't know the other party's intention, Li Zhiqiu didn't have any worries, it should be his spiritual sense probe just now that attracted the other party's attention. His every move is recorded in the Dao Alliance, and if something happens to him here, the other party will definitely not be able to bear the wrath of the Dao Alliance.

"Donor, please."

Hearing Li Zhiqiu's promise, the middle-aged Taoist priest took the lead and walked towards the back mountain.

Huangshan has been a holy place of Taoism and Buddhism since ancient times, and there are many Taoist temples and temples on the top of the mountain. However, Li Zhiqiu has seen Taoist temples all the way, and he thinks that the two religions of Buddhism are still clearly distinguished, otherwise what should those devout believers do, they can't mess up their beliefs.

When the Taoist priests met along the road saw the middle-aged Taoist priest, they all stopped to salute and called the patriarch, so that Li Zhiqiu could see the status of the middle-aged Taoist priest on the top of the Yellow Mountain. In the casual conversation, Li Zhiqiu also knew the Taoist priest's Taoist name, Xuanqi.

After walking for a while, the Taoist temple gradually became scarce, and a bamboo forest appeared in front of the two of them, although it was a cold winter, those bamboos were still lush and green, and the breeze swayed with a faint bamboo fragrance, which made people smell refreshed.

The noise in the distance has been completely blocked, and it is a touch of tranquility in the world.

"Please."

All the way to a bamboo house, Xuan Qiji invited Li Zhiqiu to enter.

"Please."

After returning the salute, Li Zhiqiu walked into the room and found that it was just a simple quiet room, except for a portrait of the Sanqing Dao Ancestor, a futon, a stone kang and a wooden table on it, there was nothing else.

Asking Li Zhiqiu to sit on the stone kang, Xuan Qi took a plate with a tea set from the little Taoist priest outside the door, and came to sit opposite Li Zhiqiu: "The humble house is simple, so that Brother Dao can laugh." ”

There were no outsiders present, and Xuan Qi changed his title without any scruples.

"Brother Dao is too humble, the quietness in this prosperity is the rarest."

Among immortal cultivators, Brother Dao is an extremely common title, regardless of age and cultivation, Li Zhiqiu, who is no longer a rookie, naturally knows it.

"Hahaha, Brother Dao, let's taste one or two."

When Li Zhiqiu said this, Xuan Qi was relieved and poured a cup of tea for the other party.

"Good tea."

As soon as the tea came out of the mouth, a wisp of fragrance came to the nose, and the clear and turquoise tea was very eye-catching, Li Zhiqiu couldn't help but praise it.

"Brother Dao, please."

After pouring seven points, Xuan Qi waved his long sleeves and asked with a smile.

"Refreshing entrance, endless aftertaste, presumably this is the famous Huangshan Maofeng."

After taking a sip and closing his eyes to savor for a while, Li Zhiqiu couldn't help but exhale, only to feel refreshed, and even his spiritual power had a tendency to faintly speed up. It's just that he didn't feel the traces of aura in the tea, and he could drive the resonance of aura with the quality of ordinary tea, I have to say that this tea

"Yes, this is a few thousand-year-old trees picked by the poor road on the top of the back mountain, and it is only half a catty a year. If Brother Dao likes it, wait and take half a catty. ”

Speaking of this, Xuan Qi had a little smile on his face. In addition to the spiritual tea cultivated by the major factions in the immortal cultivation world, the tea leaves here can be regarded as the top tea leaves in the world, but as a monk, he no longer cares about this bit of tongue desire, most of them are used to entertain distinguished guests.

"Then thank you, Brother Dao."

Hearing the other party's words, Li Zhiqiu was not hypocritical, smiled and thanked him, but did not say anything more, waiting for the other party to speak. If you are courteous to others, you must ask for something, Li Zhiqiu will not think that the pie will fall from the sky for no reason.

"I take the liberty of saying it, I don't know where my brother is inherited?"

waited until Li Zhiqiu finished drinking a cup and Xuan Qi poured tea for the other party again before asking.

"I'm an elder of the outer gate, I don't know where my brother comes from?"

I am not used to the self-proclaimed "poor road" at all, and I don't want to use it, Li Zhiqiu replied directly, and he didn't think about hiding his identity. Although he is not deeply involved in the immortal cultivation world, he also knows the status of the two seven sects in the immortal cultivation world, and it is still okay to occasionally take it out as a banner.

"Uh... I didn't think that Brother Dao came from the right one. The poor Dao is just a scattered cultivation, which makes the Dao brother smile. ”

Listening to Li Zhiqiu's words, Xuan Qi was shocked, and the tea in the teacup in his hand trembled, and he couldn't help but show a wry smile of surprise. He really didn't expect that the monk in front of him was actually a disciple of the top sect of Zhengyi, or an elder of the outer sect, which was enough to compare to the existence of the inner disciple. No wonder the other party is not very old, but his cultivation is above the knot, and he can't see that Li Zhiqiu's cultivation is based on the scope of the opponent's spiritual sense, and subconsciously believes that the opponent's strength is above him.

"Brother Dao was able to enter the realm of Yudan with a scattered cultivation, which is really admirable."

Unexpectedly, the other party was a casual cultivator, Li Zhiqiu was in awe, but he knew the difficulties of casual cultivation in the world of cultivating immortals.

If you compare the two disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the disciples of the Seven Great Sects, and the disciples of the Small Sect with the Central Army, warlords, and bandits during the Republic of China, then the scattered cultivators who do not have any reliance on are stragglers who are not even considered bandits, and the difference in their circumstances is staggering. To be able to reach the realm of Yudan with a body of loose cultivation, there must be adventures, as well as a resolute heart, Li Zhiqiu has to respect him.

"Brother Dao has a good reputation, and Poor Dao still wants to ask Brother Dao to give advice."

Xuan Qi would not think that Li Zhiqiu was sarcastic about him, but he also smiled bitterly. When he was young, he had an adventure and stepped into the realm of knotting, so far he had not made any progress in the near first grade, which made him sigh, and it was also the reason why he saw a monk and stepped forward to make friends. Without systematic cultivation, it was already difficult to take another step, and Xuan Qi could only hope to find a new path through communication with the rest of the monks.

"Don't dare."

He himself is also a half-ass, Li Zhiqiu doesn't want to mislead others.

"Brother Dao, what do you think is important to us monks?"

Ignoring Li Zhiqiu's modesty, Xuan Qi directly threw out a question. It's rare to meet a monk whose cultivation is higher than himself, or a disciple of a top faction, how could Xuan Qi miss it. (To be continued.) )