......The old man was a little embarrassed, all the monks here were from different countries, and he said that that that country would offend people.

He was just an ordinary scholar, how dare he offend these monks.

The young man seemed to understand what the old man meant, and said, "Since I paid for it, the old man only needs to write a note and give me the answer." ”

After sitting in the teahouse for two or three hours, Han Ning basically had some understanding of the Xianyuan Continent, this world is similar to the ancient times of the Xia Kingdom, and there are also dynasties in history, but every country on the Xianyuan Continent is a country dominated by monks.

In every country, the monks controlled the situation at the top, and the army was also monks, and mortals were only serving the monks.

And in these vassal states there are large and small sects, whether a vassal state is strong depends on the strength of the sects in these vassal states, the royal family of the Dayu State is a once prosperous faction, and the lord of the vassal state is also the most powerful sect leader of the vassal state.

Most of the monks in this teahouse are loose cultivators, they don't have their own sects, they all want to take refuge in the vassal states, so that they can get all kinds of offerings from the ruling sects of the vassal states, after all, in the Xianyuan Continent, all kinds of resources and capital are monopolized by the vassal states, and the vassal states distribute these resources to the sects in the vassal states to obtain their support.

Because the days of casual meditation are not very good.

However, although the monks are powerful, they sometimes can't see through the current situation as some mortals, after all, the wars in the vassal states, the people are the most bitter, and they naturally pay the most attention to the current situation, and the monks spend most of their time cultivating, and it is normal to be inaccurate in judging the situation on the mainland.

The old man took a pen and wrote down a note, folded it and handed it to the man in white. At this time, a black shadow suddenly passed, and the note was already in the hand of a person shrouded in black robes.

The young man's face changed, "This fellow Daoist, I bought this news, how can you snatch it." ”

"Hehe, when did Bu Qingyun Gongzi also care about the news in this market. This old man is just a storyteller, what can he do? The man in black said.

The white-clothed boy known as Bu Qingyun said angrily: "What does this matter to you? Who are you? Hiding your head and showing your face, at first glance, you are not a bright and upright character, are you trying to force me to do it? ”

"Hahaha...... Bu Qingyun Gongzi, your ability to cultivate elixir is good, but you are not necessarily my opponent in a fight. The black cloth said arrogantly, "Don't you know that this Danyang City is the territory of our Black Wind Gate?" Our head has been paying attention to you for a long time, if you honestly go back with me and cultivate elixir for us. Naturally, we treat you as a guest, but if you don't know what to do, don't blame me for being ruthless, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of Shan Yang City today. ”

Bu Qingyun's face turned red, "Hmph, what a domineering Black Wind Gate, is this the character of the monks of your Great Liang Kingdom?" Sure enough, not staying here was the right choice. ”

"I'm afraid it's up to you." After the man in black finished speaking, he spread his hands and grabbed the man in white. The body turned into a thousand black shadows.

The monks in the teahouse fled one after another when they heard the three words of the Black Wind Gate, and it seemed that they also knew the power of the Black Wind Gate. In the blink of an eye, there were only four people left in the teahouse.

Although the old storyteller has an ugly face, he still looks calm and relaxed, which is estimated to be so frightened that ordinary people will run away from the door in fright, it seems that Bu Qingyun is not wrong about this old man, this storyteller still has a few brushes.

The last person left was naturally Han Ning. He was only interested in the old man, but he didn't want to pay attention to the two of them.

The two of you come and go, and the teahouse is immediately filled with a violent aura, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the teahouse will be demolished by the two. I also pity the owner of this tea house, it was destroyed once last time, and it was destroyed again this time.

"If the old gentleman doesn't leave, when will he stay?" Han Ning looked at Mr. Storyteller with a smile.

The old man sighed and said, "I haven't gotten the money yet, so why do I want this money to go back to my granddaughter?" ”

"You're really asking for money, aren't you just a penalty? I'll give it to you. After that, Han Ning pulled the old man away, and he got it for a long time because of money, he really thought that this old man was a master.

The old man was just an ordinary person, how could he resist Han Ning's pull, and was pulled out of the teahouse by Han Ning, he said: "Hey, hey, why are you like this?" ”

"I'm saving you." Han Ning said.

The two people in the teahouse are both monks, and it is easy to hurt the innocent when they fight, Han Ning and the old man just came out, and the teahouse turned into powder in a loud bang, and the two figures, one black and one white, were fighting and rose into the sky at the same time.

"Fight, fight, it's a barbaric world." Han Ning was walking down the street with the old man in his arms.

The old man also looked back from time to time, "You kid, you are really a good thing for me, I talk every day just to buy medicine to cure my granddaughter's illness, and now you are all disturbed." ”

"Isn't it just a little silver? What's so hard about that? Han Ning said to the old man when he passed by a money bank.

"Then you pay me." The old man's face was flushed with anger.

Han Ning was helpless, this old man was rich in knowledge, and taking the old man with him was equivalent to carrying an encyclopedia of the Immortal Yuan Continent, and he said: "You wait for me here, and I will take it." ”

With that, he walked into the bank.

The old man looked at Han Ning's back thoughtfully, just now, apart from him, only this person was calm, he already had a plan in his heart, thinking that this person's purpose was naturally the same as the man in white.

There are three kinds of currency circulating in the Xianyuan Continent, silver, gold, and spirit crystals, of course, the first two are mainly used by ordinary people, and spirit crystals are universal, but because the value of spirit crystals is very high, ordinary people dare not keep them, because they are likely to be snatched by evil monks.

There was a sign in front of this money bank that could be exchanged for spirit crystals, so he walked to the counter and took out a spirit crystal and placed it on the counter, "Shopkeeper, exchange some gold and silver for me." ”

The shopkeeper who was keeping accounts at the counter was startled, but when he saw a spirit crystal on the table, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This uncle, you wait a minute, I will test the spirit crystal level for you right away." The shopkeeper's face was full of smiles.

After a while, a little two came over with a cyan stone, and the shopkeeper put the spirit crystal on the stone, and a white light immediately appeared on the stone, and the shopkeeper said: "This is actually a low-grade spirit crystal, a total of five hundred taels of gold that can be exchanged, objective, are you satisfied?" ”

Han Ning nodded, he just gave the old man an explanation.

The shopkeeper waved his hand, and the shopkeeper entered the house, and after a while, he brought out a gold ingot, each with fifty taels.

Han Ning took it and returned to the old man's side, took out a gold ingot and gave it to the old man, "How is it, are you satisfied with this?" ”

The old man looked stunned, and nodded again and again, "Satisfied, satisfied, hehe, this immortal is really generous." ”

In the Immortal Yuan Continent, ordinary people call monks immortals, and Han Ning is not surprised.

Accepting the gold ingots, the old man took Han Ning to the pharmacy to grab some medicine, and then said to Han Ning: "This Danyang City is a place of right and wrong, you better come with me." ”

Han Ning nodded and followed the old man out of the city.

Outside the city of Danyang is a large area of primeval forest, and in the middle of the forest is a dirt path.

Han Ning laid out the Immortal Yuan Continent this time and was ready to keep a low profile, so he tried not to use immortal arts, but appeared as a mortal.

He followed the old man on a thirty-mile dirt road, and then the old man walked westward, there was a small mountain village, and in the distance, Han Ning could still see the smoke floating in this mountain village, and he looked at the sky, it seemed that it was about to get dark.

Accustomed to seeing the scenery of the earth, along the way, Han Ning did not feel bored, this exotic scenery is really good, and it is even much more comfortable than traveling in Australia.

"This son, our village has arrived, you have spent so much money, it seems that you believe in the little old man, if you don't mind, you might as well have a long talk tonight, and it will not cost you fifty taels of gold in vain."

There are a total of twenty people in this mountain village, but it is really an ancient mountain village gold, thatched houses, earth dogs, and all kinds of wooden tools, Han Ning seems to have returned to ancient times, he said: "Then please ask the old gentleman to guide me." (To be continued.) )