Ran Lu opened his mouth and looked at Wu Chen who walked into the pawnshop.

It's really not to dig out the ten wronged Xuanjing.

After a moment's hesitation, he gritted his teeth and ripped off a green rope from his neck.

In the center of the rope hung an ancient green topaz block, the size of two thumbs standing together.

This jade block is naturally extraordinary, and it is the most life-saving thing at the bottom of the box in Ran Lu.

From the bottom, he was given by his father, who was the third oldest in the main line of the Ran family.

Ran Lu's father, nicknamed Ran Laosan, didn't tell Ran Lu what the jade block was, but he didn't care about it and often told Ran Lu, there was no other use, so leave a souvenir.

That is, a few years ago, I learned from my mother that Yu Jian was made by his father when he was just one year old, and his father used up his biggest favor, and asked an elder of the Formation Alliance who was extremely senior and named the title of Array Mage to take action and refine it.

In the jade plaque, there is a piece of heaven and earth, and several complex formations are carved in the heaven and earth, and once the formation pattern is triggered by a certain trigger condition, it will be stimulated.

Once activated, the patterns representing the highest level of the formation mage will be linked to each other to form a transmission node, enveloping the jade card holder, leading to a fixed position where the formation pattern is engraved in reverse ways.

Since he learned the usefulness of the jade card he wore since he was a child a few years ago, Ran Lu has grown in courage and ventured into several dangerous secret places that he had hesitated before.

The jade plate shook hands, and you could still feel the faint warmth on the surface.

I looked up at the pawnshop and took a step.

Just as Ran Lu was full of ambition and impassioned, but when he was about to step into the threshold, he was cut off by an arm across his chest.

Ran Lu hurriedly said with a smile while holding the Xuanjing: "I know, I know, ten purple Xuanjing, one is a lot of you?"

The first two times the old man would always smile when he saw Zi Xuanjing and stretched out the hand that seemed to be able to hold no matter how many Xuan Jing, but this time there was no smile on the old man's face.

"Boy, you said that I killed you, even if it was that old ghost of your Ran family, could you help me?" The old man's words were a little gloomy, not mixed with the slightest emotion.

The old ancestor of the Ran family, Ran Qian, a strong man in the upper three realms, has the best wine, and it is not divided into immortal brews on the mountain, or the farmers under the mountain, and is also known as an alcoholic.

Ran Lu was stunned for a moment, and a wave suddenly rolled in his heart, this time it was no longer because of the kind of omen brought by the descendants of the main lineage of the Ran family, but because of the old man's words.

The first two times, I looked at those many times in front of the pawnshop, but I didn't expect to be discovered by the old man in front of me.

What made Ran Lu even more shocking was that the old man actually knew where he came from.

Those narrowed eyes simply gave Ran Lu a glimpse.

Ran Lu hesitated again and again, but he still couldn't hold the life-saving jade medal in his hand, and after taking a deep look at the old man, he didn't leave, walked to the side, and meditated on the spot like the previous middle-aged man.

In the mustard seed ring, he randomly took out a few bottles of wine jars of different shapes, including top-grade mountain wines worth hundreds of nearly a thousand purple crystals, and ordinary wines that were not worth a few black crystals.

The ancestor of the Ran family has the reputation of drunkards, and the descendants of his children and grandchildren can not conclude that a few little drunkards are not.

Whether it is a good wine on the mountain or an ordinary wine, Ran Lu feels that it is tasteless to drink, like wax.

The old man in the felt hat glanced at Ran Lu casually and ignored it, he didn't joke.

Facing the front of the obvious no one, he said to himself, "The pawnshop is closed, please leave these unrelated monks." ”

There seemed to be a ripple in the air, and there seemed to be a sound of "yes".

Fortunately, there were not many monks in the pawnshop, and most of them came out of curiosity.

Ten amethysts are required to get started, which is more enticing than those colorful noises.

And when he entered the pawnshop, in addition to scolding profiteers and black shops, he felt a lot of remorse.

Now the pawnshop actually plans to return Xuanjing, but it has to leave early, how can it be unhappy?

Why not?

The pawnshop is not big, and there is no room in the house, the left side of the entrance is the place where the old man wearing a felt hat stays, there is a bamboo chair, a bamboo table, the bamboo is yellow like crystal, it is very extraordinary.

is more comfortable than the Qingshen bamboo recliner made by Wu Chen, which looks three points more comfortable.

In fact, most of the monks who entered the pawnshop fell in love with this table and chair at a glance, and after asking the old man, they only got angry and wanted to scold the mother for the two words "priceless".

Opposite the table and chair was a tall window, and below the window was a stone wall nearly two meters high, and ordinary monks had to stand on tiptoe and tilt their heads to reach the window.

In the middle of the bottom of the window, you can faintly see the square shape of four gaps connected into one.

Unlike the bright and clean bamboo chairs on the side, the window and its half-foot-long edges are piled with thick dust that can be seen by the naked eye.

The shelves and counters where the utensils are sold are in the shape of a figure-eight.

It's not big, it's not long, it's not high, and you can see it at a glance when you stand in the room.

Wu Chen stepped forward and picked up a peddling item casually.

It is a peculiar-looking black grass, like grass but not grass, the ruler is more than long, slender rhizome, there are three ling-shaped branches and leaves, and the whole body is dark yellow.

"I'm afraid that this third-order Gangling Grid is thousands of years old, but I didn't expect it to be like this, it's good, it hasn't changed. Wu Chen picked up the Xuancao in his hand and put it down again.

Behind Wu Chen, an old man wearing a felt hat showed his figure, bowed down and said, "My lord, it has been three thousand five hundred and sixty years, and it was moved from the ancestral shop, and about six hundred years ago, the last wisp of medicinal power has been exhausted. ”

Wu Chen ignored the old man's movements, as if he regarded the old man as air, and the old man's voice disappeared again after answering.

The squint saw a very small nameplate around the counter where the grass was placed, and a very small inscription on the nameplate.

"Three-order Lingge, healing holy relics, ten spiritual jades", there is a line of smaller inscriptions under it, if it is not deliberately observed by the monks, it must be a line of words that cannot be seen, "Do not touch, violators will be severely punished." ”

A spirit jade is worth a thousand purple crystals, and it is still not exchanged, because the monks of the upper three realms use spiritual jade for cultivation.

Wu Chen chuckled, and it was indeed worthy of the word black shop that the young white-clothed monk had said in his ear before.

Wu Chen, who put down the Xuancao in his hand, did not continue to walk towards the pawnshop.

Turning around, he walked to a table and a chair behind him.

Between your fingers, rub against the surface of the bamboo chair, and then sit firmly on the bamboo chair.

The bamboo chair made two extremely inconsistent "creak" sounds.

The old man wearing a felt hat stood by the bamboo chair at some point.

Wu Chen looked ahead, and a sense of majesty suddenly appeared.

A smile cracked into the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Finally, I'm back." ”