"Brother Chu, look?"

Zhao Hao looked at Chu Mingshu and asked with a clear gaze, but Chu Mingshu shook his head lightly and refused, "This son has no interest in swords, why don't Brother Zhao go first, and I'll look for you later." ”

Zhao Hao nodded when he heard this, most of the monks here were in the Qi cultivation period, and Chu Mingshu was at least in the late stage of foundation building, so he didn't have to worry about what trouble the other party would encounter.

After Zhao Hao walked away, Chu Mingshu set his eyes on the gambling stall not far away, Zhao Hao deliberately came here, there must be a purpose, but at this moment, he resolutely walked away, there was only one possibility left,

The purpose of his trip is exactly the sword in the mouth of the monk who is full of flowers and sacrifices his roots!

One or two people are leaving,

A gap leaked in front of the stall, Chu Mingshu raised his feet and walked over slowly, and an arc-shaped empty field was imperceptibly formed around him, quietly separating him from the surrounding visitors,

It is the spiritual pressure of the foundation monks.

Chu Mingshu doesn't like crowding, and naturally he doesn't want to be in the corner of other people's clothes.

He bent down and picked up a gem casually, the gem was sharp and angular, and the dark green body was covered with lines, and the shape of the lines was strange.

He blinked, tilted his head curiously to look at the stall owner, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, what is the price?"

The stall owner raised his eyes to look at him, calculating in his heart how much net worth the beautiful boy in front of him had.

"Five hundred spirit treasures. ”

He spoke expressionlessly.

"Five hundred spirit treasures!"

"This old man has a black heart!"

"I'm afraid it's not a crazy demon who thinks about money, a vase was sold for thirty treasure coins before, and it's already expensive! Now a broken stone, even if it is later identified as a spirit stone...... It's not worth five hundred spirit treasures at all!"

Before Chu Mingshu could speak, several onlookers around him exploded, and they started to fight against the stall owners one by one, especially one of the high-headed men with red hair and short beard, who had a hideous face, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were full of unevenness.

He raised his hand and scolded loudly, "You old Taoist is also black-hearted, and it is not even better to bully this little boy!"

Chu Mingshu was only slightly stunned, then arched his hand to thank the surrounding visitors, and nodded lightly at the red-haired man, there seemed to be a slight gratitude in his eyes,

Immediately afterwards, he looked embarrassed, frowned, and said helplessly,

"My son traveled in simple clothes, and he didn't carry spirit stones on his body. ”

"No spirit stones?"

Before the stall owner could speak, the red-haired man suddenly spoke first, "Then do you have a spiritual treasure on you?"

Chu Mingshu blinked blankly and shook his head,

"Silly?"

There was a thin old woman beside the red-haired man, at this moment she raised her head and glanced at the big man with a contemptuous look, she thought in her heart that the other party seemed to be a big fish, but she opened her mouth but scolded in a low voice,

"This son has probably only heard of spirit stones, how do you know what spirit treasures are!"

The red-haired man seemed to react when he heard this, and his face immediately turned sauce-colored, and he said, "Oh, I don't know what a spirit treasure is......"

Spirit stone, as the name suggests, is a gemstone containing spiritual power, which is easy to practice when absorbed into the body, and is the hard currency of the cultivation world.

In fact, low-level monks mostly prefer to barter, and if they don't encounter a treasure that suits their hearts, and they are shy in their pockets, they will choose to trade with the other party using spirit stones.

Lingbao is a treasure coin made of spiritual stone fragments, Chongming Town is next to the border of Nanxu, most of the monks belong to scattered cultivation, there are also some small sects, the aura is not as good as Nanxu, and the resources are naturally much scarce.

Most of them use Lingbao for trading.

"There are no spirit treasures, and there are no spirit stones, so what are you going to buy?"

It was a spectator who complained about the stall owner's greed before who didn't hear the trick, and stood on the stall owner's side in a daze.

Chu Mingshu didn't speak, just looked at the stall owner blankly,

There were more and more people around him, but the stall owner was not angry, he looked Chu Mingshu up and down carefully for a long time, and finally spoke,

"If you don't have a treasure coin, you can also exchange it for something of similar value. ”

Chu Mingshu lowered his eyes when he heard this, and said blankly, "This son has no treasures to exchange...... Fellow Daoists, can we do it in other ways?"

The stall owner raised his eyebrows, "In other ways, you can make an analogy?"

Chu Mingshu suddenly laughed softly, "My son has just broken through the late stage of foundation building, and he may be able to solve some troubles for Daoyou." ”

As soon as these words came out, the red-haired man and the old woman's complexion changed for a moment, and the old woman forced her mind to stabilize, arched her hand at Chu Mingshu, and slowly spoke, "The old man has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, please show your identity." ”

If it's a child, she will kill it, and if it's a child of any family, she will find out the details, and she can find a way to make people happy and no longer offend.

Chu Mingshu didn't speak, but simply opened the aura, and the spiritual pressure of the foundation building monk spread out, and the surrounding spectators were overwhelmed.

The town is located on the edge, and the monks in the foundation building period are already figures who can be the head of one side, where can they be seen by ordinary monks!

Thinking that it was the whim of the ancestor who played with them, he was angry in the hearts of everyone, and he didn't dare to speak out generously, for fear that the other party would not go well, so he took out the first bird and slaughtered it.

Seeing that the atmosphere around him was almost over, Chu Mingshu reined in his qi, and everyone only felt that the mountains were unloaded, and they beat their chests and exhaled.

Chu Mingshu looked around, and finally put his eyes on the thin old woman, and said lightly, "This son has no other meaning, it's just that he just happened to be here, and he can't bear to be deceived by you,"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the stall on the ground, "This treasure blanket, in fact, there is nothing genuine, and there are only a few treasures at the bottom of the box, which are also asked for you to ask familiar people to pretend to buy them, and publicize them, just to let more people know that there are treasures here, and take advantage of their luck, right?"

Chu Mingshu's words fell, and the crowd around him exploded in an instant,

"That's what happened!"

A short-haired monk suddenly realized, "No wonder I won the treasure gourd a few days ago, I looked at the eyes, it turned out to be your own people!"

The surrounding people's words became even more boiling,

"This old way is damn good! I should have guessed it a long time ago!"

"Those spiritual treasures of Pingbai Flower turned out to be fed to liars!"

"Phew, the old liar, don't hurry up and spit out the spirit treasure to your fairy grandfather!"

"Yes, yes, yes, spit it out!"

At this moment, even those who had not been deceived before shouted and scolded, muttering loudly for the stall owner to return the money, obviously planning to fish in troubled waters.

The old woman knew that she had planted it, and she didn't dare to quibble anymore, squatting on the ground and trembling, and the red-haired man next to her stood stunned and didn't know why, but it was the big liar stall owner in the mouth of the crowd, who was unmoved, calm and expressionless.

Chu Mingshu slowly squatted down and looked at the old woman's pretended to be afraid, "I know that there are people behind you, and they are not afraid of me, but now that you want to live, people can go, and all things will be left for me." ”

The old woman's eyes flashed slightly, and she muttered, "Thank you, Immortal Chief," got up and pulled the stall owner and was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, she was stopped by the crowd,

A group of half-hangers in the early stage of Qi cultivation naturally had no ability to stop the old woman, and the reason why she stopped was because her soul was deeply locked by something, and she felt more and more chills down her back for a while.

She turned her head and said with a flattering smile, "Immortal Master, something, I left it for you, you are ......"

Chu Mingshu's eyebrows were crooked, with a chuckle on his face, his eyes fell on the stall owner beside the other party, and he said softly,

"I'm talking about leaving everything behind. ”

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