I haven't been shopping for a long time, and I haven't seen Jing walking on the street, and his eyes can't stop drifting.

One of her great habits is to collect beads, and the rounder, brighter and more colorful she likes.

After stopping the vendor selling sugar gourds for a while, he went to the jewelry stall to stare at all kinds of beads, and when he looked at it again, someone had already entered the jewelry shop and squandered it.

Yes! Sugar gourd!

Yes! Pearl!

Yes! Pearl of the Night!

Buy, buy, buy!

……

Satisfied, Jing Qingli was able to stop the clutches stretched out to other kinds of innocent beads. Flipping his heavy cuffs, feeling the collision sound of all kinds of beads squeezing together, he took a bite of the sugar gourd in a good mood.

After wandering aimlessly for a long time, he finally stopped at the door of a restaurant, which was the "food for the sky" mentioned by the aunt at the city gate. She looked at the people coming in and out, the smell of food wafting from the tip of her nose, and although she didn't feel hungry after not eating for a long time, she decided to taste the food.

She reached for a cuff and tried to find a piece of silver from the pile of beads in the sleeve, but after touching it several times, there was not a single angular.

The corners of Jing Qingli's originally raised mouth paused.

Oh no!

All I have left in my pocket are the spirit stones and the beads!

Thinking of giving up a few favorite beads, she frowned tightly, her face hesitated, and this unhappy attitude had fallen into the eyes of the restaurant shopkeeper.

Seeing that this young man is not outstanding, although he is dressed a little plainly, and his style is a little backward, his bearing is different from others, and he seems to be entangled in something when he stands at the door of the restaurant at this moment.

The gentle sunlight shone on the young man's simple clothes, but it reflected a faint light. The shopkeeper thought of a possibility, and rushed to cover his eyes with spiritual power, and found that the light gradually faded, faintly turning into a cloud, and the shopkeeper squinted his eyes and was stunned before he reacted, the robe was made of cloud brocade.

Fanyun brocade is a kind of material that appeared decades ago, made of cloud silk that grows in the depths of the cliff mountain range, this cloud silk is not precious on the mainland, but the material made by special weaving can be miraculously used as a self-defense weapon, and can withstand the strongest blow of the Jindan monks.

You must know that less than 20% of the people in the mainland can embark on the path of cultivation, and most monks can only reach the foundation building stage, and how many monks in this world can reach the Jindan stage? As soon as this material was born, it was sought after by low-level monks and ordinary rich people, after all, if the money is gone, it can be earned again, and if the life is gone, it is really gone.

Fanyun brocade was hard to find at that time, and its creator was a mysterious celestial master who set off storms on the mainland a hundred years ago, but this celestial master disappeared ten years ago, and Fanyun brocade has disappeared since then.

Since then, Fanyun brocade has been priceless in the market and is still a symbol of status.

To this day, those who can wear the clouds are either powerful or rich.

Although there are many counterfeits here, only the real ones can be identified with spiritual power, and counterfeit products can only fool some visionless. And although there are many self-defense weapons, there are very few that can resist the blow of the Jindan period monks, so the value of Fanyunjin is extraordinary.

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed, he had been fortunate to see some nobles wearing this cloud brocade, although he could judge that this young man was wearing the real thing, but he couldn't see the young man's background, but no matter what, the good life was entertained.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper glanced at a running hall who had just finished entertaining a table of guests, and the running hall greeted Jing Qingli with a smiling face.

"This uncle, you, please inside? - "The smiling face of the running hall was very pleasant, with a rag on his shoulders, the corners of his clothes, and a tan square hat on his head, which looked neat and neat.

Jing Qingli, who was pretending to be a man, hesitated for a moment, and then put her hand into her sleeve and touched it, but she still couldn't touch what she wanted.

Just as she was about to open her mouth and refuse to run away, she suddenly remembered that there were a few broken spirit stones still in Mingzhu's stomach, and the spirit stones could be converted into currency, and it happened that these few broken beads were sent out this time.

Jing Qingli smiled, nodded towards the running hall, and pretended to put her hand into her sleeve, and a spirit stone the size of a fingernail appeared in her hand.

She lifted her chin slightly, handed the spar to Runtang, and said in a low voice, "I want the best private room." After speaking, he was about to go to the restaurant, and he swaggered without the slightest entanglement.

Na Pao Tang was almost dazzled by the spirit stone in his hand, but he had seen some of the world, so he quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart, put away the spirit stone, and busily led her to the private room.

It's just that I didn't forget to hand a look to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper saw the scene in his eyes, and he was very surprised in his heart, he could take out the spirit stone and can afford to wear the cloud brocade, I'm afraid that the children of which force will come out to experience!

The shopkeeper glanced at the young man who followed the running hall upstairs, stopped the other running hall, and gave another order.

When Jing Qingli arrived upstairs and passed by a box with an open door, something happened suddenly.

I only heard a sneer, and a somewhat drunken voice sounded above the hall: "This 'food for the sky' has reached such a point?" I don't look at what the identity is, but the dirt buns that came out of nowhere can actually enter the private room! The loud voices in the lobby gradually quieted down, and everyone looked up at the person who had spoken.

The man was lying on the railing, only caring about drinking, his face was a little drunk, and he was staring at Jing Qingli who came upstairs at the moment, with a sarcastic face. Someone in the hall who recognized him began to whisper.

"Ah, that person is the eldest young master of the Xu family, Xu Wuqing." One person spoke first, and the others chimed in.

"It's him, he must be drunk with such a gaffe."

"Then you shouldn't be provocative......

"I heard that the Xu family has had an accident recently, looking at the decline of Young Master Xu, I'm afraid that something really happened......"

"I've also heard that the Xu family is really worried about internal and external troubles this time......"

Standing on the stairs silent earth bun Jing Qingli: "......"

The running hall was also embarrassed, and was about to say something round, when he saw the young man next to him open his mouth, and only listened to her: "The Wuyuan is full of thorns and long branches, and the guest is bullying the main crisis." ”

Her voice was not loud, just enough for the drunken young man to hear clearly. Except for the running hall beside Jing Qingli, others could only know what she said, but they couldn't really hear it.

The drunken and hazy Xu Wuqing made a move, closed his eyes for a moment, and instantly lost all his sense of alcohol. And he looked at Jing Qingli's gaze, three points of joy and seven points of surprise.

While he was hesitating, he only heard the man say to the running hall in a cold voice, "Let's go." ”

The running hall pretended that nothing had happened, and led Jing Qingli to the side.

Xu Wuqing hurriedly got up from the railing, because he was drunk, his steps were unsteady, and he stumbled a few steps, and shouted: "Son, stay here!" ”