Unbeknownst to Wang Meng, a group of monks had already made a mess over a glass ball, and at this time he was wandering around the streets of the county.

The story of exchanging glass balls for gold, Wang Meng read in a previous book, said that in the 17th century, in terms of the productivity level of the American continent at that time, glass beads were indeed a rare thing. Coupled with the blockade of transportation and information at that time, in fact, the development of small industrial products such as glass balls in the early days of the American continent did play a monetary role among Indian tribes, just like we used shells as currency in the early days of human civilization, glass beads were really hard currency at that time. To the local Indians, a box of glass balls was worth far more than the equivalent of gold in the local area at that time. Anyone who has played the Great Voyage probably knows that the specialty of Amsterdam, the Netherlands, is glass, which is a best-selling material when shipped to North America, so it seems that the game is still quite scientific.

On September 11, 1626, Peter Minuit, the governor of the New Netherlands in the Netherlands, purchased the right to use Manhattan Island from the local Indians with only a box of glass balls worth $24. Yes, that's right, it's a box of "colorful" glass balls in exchange for a Manhattan Island.

In terms of today's workmanship, today's glass balls are simply many floors higher in terms of quality and color. It's not uncommon to be treated as a treasure by someone you've never seen before. At the beginning, Wang Meng was all for fun, and bought a steel slingshot and more than 500 marbles on Taotao.com, which cost less than 40 yuan in total. I didn't want to cross over to get here to let Murakami, so that everyone identified that no one knew him, but he just looked at it as a treasure. This is also Wang Meng's confidence in taking out the glass ball.

To be honest, Wang Meng didn't bring much glass ball to cross over, this thing is too heavy, and it's inconvenient, of course, more importantly, it's useless to keep this thing, it's better to spend some money.

Soon, accompanied by a group of people, he walked to the largest commercial chain institution in the mainland, the continent is not developed in commerce, but the supplies for monks are still fully developed, after all, the monks are all social elites, and the elites are of course different from ordinary people. It buys and sells magic weapons, wholesales materials, auctions all kinds of strange things, and of course, buys all kinds of groceries from all kinds of Tiannan and Haibei.

"What are you going to buy, this guest officer?"

"I'm looking for the shopkeeper and I have a batch of things to sell"

The shopkeeper saw that although Wang Meng had an extraordinary temperament and was wearing something even more bizarre, but with Xiao Er's divine sense, how to probe the results, he was also an ordinary person, so he said, "Our shop is doing spirit stone business, if the general small business can talk to me, if you want to see the shopkeeper, you need more than 200 spirit stone goods... Xiao Er smiled, and leaned against the corner of the wall silently.

The shopkeeper was so unreasonable, Wang Meng was not angry, took out a black disposable lighter from his jacket, and gestured like the shopkeeper.

I saw a black object, delicate but very delicate. But there is no spiritual power fluctuation, and it is also an ordinary product, and the shopkeeper pouted, still indifferent. But when a light blue light burst out after a soft "click", the shopkeeper was dumbfounded. I have seen countless types of magic weapons in myself, but I have never seen this kind of flame that comes out of the flame with a single click, to say that those flame magic weapons, that one is not inspired by spiritual power, but it is not sustainable. It's been a while, and the flames haven't shown any signs of extinguishing, which is different from the fire folds of ordinary people, not to mention the inconvenience of use, just with the fire folds to ignite the props on a bunch. How can it be so convenient. It's as if there is a source of fire in the black object, and it is constantly being released.

This didn't seem to impress the shopkeeper, Wang Meng took out a small black object again, and saw that the object suddenly burst out with a dazzling white pillar of light. The shopkeeper couldn't open his eyes.

When has the shopkeeper seen such a magic weapon, not to mention the exquisiteness, it is so practical, it is simply ingenious, "Ladies and gentlemen, wait a minute, I will ask the boss to come down immediately." With that, he ran into the back hall like a gust of wind.

After a cup of tea, a middle-aged man wearing a monk's uniform slowly walked out, clasped his fists with both hands and said, "I heard that fellow Daoists, just now the second junior of our store has offended you, please bear with me." My surname is Qian, and I am the owner of our store. I don't know, what magic weapons do you have for sale?"

Wang Meng didn't talk nonsense, smiled slightly, took out three glass balls casually, and said to the lighter, "Please help the money shopkeeper take a look, how much is this thing worth?" Wang Meng knew that it would be good to take out some of these glass balls. If you really take it out all at once, estimate the price of cabbage immediately, to put it bluntly, the days will be long in the future, and you can't kill yourself at one time.

The money shopkeeper looked at it for a long time and sighed, "These kinds of magic weapons are really unseen in my life." Is this worth it? It's really hard to say, why don't you have an auction in half a month, why don't you put it in our store for auction?"

Wang Meng nodded, anyway, he was not in a hurry, he still had to sell some things, and by the way, he could afford to wait for half a month. Then he took out 6 demon pills of low-level demon beasts and handed them to Boss Qian's hands. "There are still some monster bones and fur on the car, so I sold them together."

After reading them all, the shopkeeper said, "6 demon pills of low-level demon beasts, plus fur and bones, and 20 lower-grade spirit stones. Fellow Daoist, do you see the price?"

Wang Meng didn't know how many of these 20 lower-grade spirit stones there were, but he also knew a little bit about the explanation of the money shopkeeper, and 1 lower-grade spirit stone was equal to 100 taels of gold. But if you think that you can buy spirit stones with gold, then you think too much. Because spirit stones can be used for cultivation, but what can gold be used for? At most, monks need to bring some when they move around in the mortal world. So no one is going to change with you at all.

But these 20 low-grade spirit stones are also enough, according to normal mortals, these money is enough for him or a lifetime, and he can marry several daughters-in-law.

At this time, Wang Meng also sighed in his heart, this monk casually killed a few demon beasts, which was enough for normal people like them to live for a lifetime. Even if he makes a fortune in the future, he will still be a poor man compared to those monks. I only hate that this world is unfair, but Wang Meng also asked, now there are also deals in the general cultivation exercises in the cultivation realm, but the price is not what he can accept now, not to mention that he has to buy some high-level cultivation exercises.

Suddenly, Wang Meng remembered the strange way that could make him rich overnight, pulled the placket of Boss Qian's clothes and walked aside, and whispered. "I have been training in Yunmeng Mountain for more than ten years and found a cave. I simply got a piece of exercise in the cave. But I can't practice because I don't get along with the exercises, so I don't know if the shopkeeper has any ideas?"

I saw Boss Qian's eyes light up, "I don't know, what kind of exercise it is." I guarantee the credibility of Jianbao Pavilion, if it is a good condition and no defects, I will definitely be able to sell for a good price. Can my brother take it out and let me identify it? ”

Wang Meng deliberately thought for a while and said, "This exercise is called the Jiuyang True Sutra, please wait a moment for Boss Qian." I'll look for it," Wang Meng opened his phone and rummaged through it. Wang Meng is a martial arts fan, not only downloading a lot of Xiuzhen novels on his mobile phone, but also downloading a full set of Jin Yong's original works. On the Internet now, there are too many boring people, and there are always some folk masters who don't know what to say, and do some very good things, and they really write a full set of Jin Yong's martial arts with Buddhist and Taoist theories. Wang Meng didn't understand this theory, it was really mysterious. But in this world, it is estimated that it is not a big problem, if the cultivation goes mad, or covers up and dies or something. Wang Meng said that he had nothing to do with him, and he could only blame the well-fed writers on the Internet.

And Boss Qian also became more and more frightened the more he looked at it, he saw a white box, which was lightly clicked by Wang Meng a few times, and since it lit up, there were countless words in it. These words seem to be known to Boss Qian, but they are very different. Can this magic weapon still be used like this? Boss Qian said that it was also unheard of.

At this time, Wang Meng seemed to find a bow and read, "He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills." He is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river. He is cruel to himself, he is evil, and I am full of anger. ”

Just these few prefaces, Boss Qian couldn't help but gasp when he heard it, what a domineering exercise.

"This Nine Yang True Scripture is divided into nine layers, each layer of cultivation is different, reaching the highest realm, the so-called sword and gun are inferior, water and fire are not invaded. Next, Wang Meng recited the first layer of exercises.

I only heard that Boss Qian's brows were getting tighter and tighter, it was really incomparably mysterious, leading straight to the highest avenue, as if this scripture contained countless philosophies about man and heaven and earth.

"Fellow Daoist, I want your mental method, and this auction depends on him. ”