I didn't reply to him, just nodded faintly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The middle-aged man's face immediately showed a hint of joy, and he said excitedly: "Okay, anyway, you are all disciples of the big sect, and there is no shortage of such a small pill, this good person will let you do it!" ”

As he spoke, as if he was afraid that I would regret it, he couldn't wait to snatch the little Huandan in my hand, and then stuffed the ancient book into my palm.

"Very good, put away the ancient books, go quickly, someone is rushing over here, and I have sensed the entire trading market, only this ancient book is worth your shot." Bai Mei said.

I nodded, secretly happy in my heart, with Bai Mei, it is easy to save trouble.

"Let's go!" I said to Pu Zhi and Yu Qi, and with that, I walked directly behind me.

Pu Zhi clasped his palms together, although he was a little puzzled, but he didn't speak, turned around silently, and followed me. She kept wanting to speak, but I didn't give her a chance, and her steps became faster and faster, and she soon left the area of the trading market.

After our backs disappeared completely, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help it, raised the little Huandan in his hand, and said proudly to the old man next door: "See, I'll say I can sell it, don't you believe it?" The son-in-law of this big sect is generous, people don't care about such a little thing at all, he just wants to show that he is very kind in front of that beauty! ”

"Hey, yes!" The old man next door sighed, his old eyes stared at Xiao Huandan, and said in an envious tone, "Who would have thought that a broken book you picked up at the foot of the mountain could also be exchanged for a small pill, why didn't I have this luck?" Hey, no, it's also a deception, why does he only buy your broken books, not my iron sword? ”

"Haha, you're not convinced, are you? Deception is also a skill, call me a master and I will teach you! The middle-aged man sniffed Xiao Huandan and said proudly.

"Master, teach me!" The old man's face is thick enough, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, and he opened his mouth and called Lord.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was extremely satisfied, pointed to the disciples who came and went in the trading market, and analyzed seriously: "You deceive people, you must first learn to find someone, you see, at twelve o'clock, that lean man, with a straight face, is not easy to provoke at a glance, this kind of person must not be deceived, whether deceived or not, there is no good fruit to eat." ”

"Look at the woman you are facing at three o'clock, her eyes are rolling from time to time, which proves that this person has a flexible mind, and you don't have to open your mouth to deceive this, because ninety percent can't deceive her. Look at your direction at one o'clock again, that dead fat man, short and fat, the key is a simple and honest face, this kind of person is the best to deceive! ”

"In addition, deception is also a matter of skill, you can't open your mouth, you can't open your mouth and say how good your things are, ordinary people won't believe it, we have to fully grasp a preconceived skill. It's like I just lied to the little monk, don't you remember, before I sell my own book, I praise him first, no matter who it is, I like to listen to good words, if you talk too much, he will have a good impression of you, and then the success rate of selling is much greater? ”

"Well, it makes sense, it's really better to listen to your words than to read a book for ten years, no wonder it's also a scam, that man is only willing to buy your things, I didn't expect there to be so much knowledge here, admire and admire!" The old man nodded frequently, with a look of admiration.

"Hmph, that's it, master, before I entered the mountain gate and started practicing, I studied psychology, can this be compared? Be humble in your attitude, learn more with my master, and have your benefits! The middle-aged man shook his calves, becoming more and more proud.

"Yes, yes, there are a lot of people here, I remember that there is a restaurant in front of me, why don't I invite you to have a drink or two, how about we talk about it in detail?" The old man bent over, as if he had found a treasure, and his expression was extremely respectful.

"Well, the children can be taught, the children can be taught, then you lead the way!" The middle-aged man touched his chin and replied with satisfaction.

As soon as he turned around and was about to leave, his shoulder suddenly stretched out his thick palm and grabbed him, and at the same time, a loud voice came from behind him: "Slow, this donor, is your ancient book "Rulai Divine Palm" still there?" ”

"Who is it that dares to stand in the way of the master?"

A trace of anger appeared on the middle-aged man's face, but when he turned around and saw the person in front of him, he suddenly froze, and asked in a low voice, "Master Kobo, you, why are you here too?" ”

I saw that half a meter in front of the middle-aged man, there was a young monk, this monk was wearing a brown and yellow robe, born with a round face and big ears, a straight nose and a square mouth, eight feet long, a waist of ten girths, more than a head taller than the middle-aged man, and twelve fist-thick Buddha beads hung on the neck, it was like a Buddha King Kong that subdued demons and suppressed evil ghosts, and was mighty.

"Master, who is this person?" The old man followed behind the middle-aged man and asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged man shrank together in fright, and muttered in a low voice: "You don't even know Master Hongbo, the chief disciple of Qinglong Temple, and you still come out to mix?" He is the same as the Incense Valley Puzhi, one of the nine major sects, one of the most peak disciples of the younger generation. ”

Hearing this, the old man shuddered, looked at the monk with some fear, and then hid behind the middle-aged man, not daring to speak.

As if he hadn't heard it, the young monk who was called Kobo Master stared at the middle-aged man and asked majestically, "Let me ask you, is your copy of "The Palm of the Gods" still there?" ”

The middle-aged man looked frightened, trembled and said, "I, I, Kobo Daishi, you shouldn't come to me for revenge, right?" I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have lied to you, but didn't you see through my trick an hour ago? You don't have anything to lose, can you be a big man, forgive me! I ......"

"Amitabha." Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Hongfa suddenly recited a Buddha name, stared at the huge eyeballs and said, "If you talk nonsense, if you don't hand over that book, the poor monk will tear you apart!" ”

The middle-aged man's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly spoke: "Hong, Master Kobo, that book is no longer on Xiao's body!" ”

"Not on you anymore?" Hongfa picked up the middle-aged man, a strong aura appeared on his body, and he asked angrily.

"That's right, that's right, just a minute ago, a fool bought it for a small pill!" The middle-aged man hurriedly responded.

"Hmph, I didn't expect there to be someone who knows the goods better than me, tell me quickly, where did that person go!" Kobo snorted coldly.

"He went over there, and there was a little monk and a beautiful woman in black next to him!" The middle-aged man gasped and pointed in the direction I was leaving!

"Good, good!"

With a loud shout, Kobo threw the middle-aged man to the ground, stepped on the middle-aged man's body with a stride, and chased straight in the direction I left.

Hongfa was covered in meat, estimated to be more than 200 catties, and was trampled on, although the middle-aged man was in pain, his face was distorted and painful, but he endured it and did not dare to scream. (To be continued.) )