Hu Bugui, who was lucky enough to regain his freedom, reappeared in front of the mirror of the fast food restaurant, holding the sink in his hand, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

Was it just a dream? What was the last sound?

All the details were clearly visible, and the paper crane was also attached to the phone, its wings flapping slightly, reminding him that everything just now was not a dream.

It's a pity that he went to the fairy world in vain, and he tiredly leaned his hand on the back of the chair, but his fingertips touched the same cold and rough grass roots.

When he took it out, it was the rhizome that the rabbit spirit had eaten just now, and he took a closer look, this is ginseng!

Ginseng pays attention to all four limbs, his half-cut ginseng is the thickness of a radish, even the two ginseng legs are also the thickness of a yam, and the messy ginseng whiskers are very thick.

According to Du Niang's statement, it is estimated that the quality and thickness of these two ginseng legs can be sold at a high price.

And this is the ginseng of the fairy world, and the food that rabbit spirits can see during the transformation period, it is definitely a good thing!

Hu Bugui chose to try to sell in the old willow ghost market, the residual ginseng was too eye-catching, he hid it, and only broke off two ginseng legs, the reason is very simple, he doesn't know how to do it, he is afraid of showing timidity when he speaks, anyway, the ghost market is extravagant newspapers, and the goods are put on the top, and there are people who know how to ask for the price.

Speaking of the history of this ghost market, it can be traced back to the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, when many aristocratic families were in the middle of the road and had to sell antiques for a living.

But the prince, Baylor can't set up a stall, so he takes advantage of the hazy moonlight to do business in the middle of the night, so this ghost market opens before dark in the early morning, and disperses at dawn, like a ghost.

The old Jingbei people say that they go to the "ghost market", but they can't say that they are going, nor can they say that they are going, let alone going to the ghost market, they have to say "going to the ghost market".

It means that this ghost and god are deep, you have to cross the river by feeling the stones, the goods are mixed with dragons and snakes, the fish are mixed with pearls, and whether you can find good things or not depends on your eyesight.

Since it is a ghost market, there are many rules, pay attention to one hand of money, one hand of goods, after the two clear, there is no entanglement, whether you look away, it is your own business.

Choosing this place to sell this herb that I don't know if it's ginseng or not, for Hu Bugui, it is very suitable, the goods are sold without return, even if it is only sold for a small amount of money, it is also useful for him who is currently poor and white.

Taking a step back, he can't sell it, and there is always a buyer who can tell him how much it is worth.

Regardless of men, women and children, those who come to the ghost market will bring flashlights, which look like ghost fire from a distance, which is also a way to check whether the buyer is new.

Hu Bu has come back to this place a few times, and he has also picked up an old guitar. He asked a kind old woman for a few newspapers, and directly found a small one to spread on the ground, and laid out the two small ginseng trees.

Usually the stall owners spread snakeskin bags or coarse canvas on the ground, and sell a variety of things, such as phonographs, audio tapes, villain books, porcelain, and everything else.

His Chinese herbal medicine is not very eye-catching, but no one cares about it, and no customers can look at it.

Hu Bugui was not in a hurry, took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to light it up, and went online to make up for the knowledge of wild ginseng.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a shrewd face, wearing a headlamp, walked to his stall, hehe, Yile, and said, "Okay, young man, are these two ginsengs of yours a party or a garden ginseng." ”

Hu Bugui secretly said that this is estimated to be a few hundred years of wild ginseng, and he didn't say much, only said: "You know the eye, just make a price, and sell it if it's suitable." ”

The middle-aged man took out a magnifying glass, carefully observed the two ginseng plants, and said with a slurp in his mouth: "I can't see if there are reeds, I don't know what kind of road you faked, this has not been dried or fresh ginseng, the beard is dense, but it is too messy." ”

Hu Bugui ignored his doorways, just waiting for him to make a price, and I don't know when there was an old man in a black cotton jacket standing in front of the stall, with a calm expression, although he didn't say a word, he had a majestic momentum.

The middle-aged man was still chattering and making a lot of nonsense, so that it would be convenient to give a low price for a while, the old man frowned slightly, and still turned off the flashlight and waited with great self-cultivation.

This is one of the rules of the ghost market, the buyer does not leave the hand, and others cannot ask, so as not to quarrel.

Hu Bugui interrupted the middle-aged man's complaint and said: "Uncle, you can just offer the price, and you know the quality of the goods yourself." ”

The middle-aged man choked and said, "I have to fiddle with your ginseng when I go back, so that I can sell it, and the price is four thousand taels, and there can be no more." ”

"Not for sale. "This price must be to fool him as a layman, and if he doesn't return, he will sell it.

"Hey, you kid, I told you that this ghost market is not as good as before, if you don't sell it, you won't be able to find the next buyer who knows the goods!" said the middle-aged man with some unwillingness.

"Let's go. Hu Bugui was too lazy to talk nonsense, and politely gave the order to expel the guest.

The middle-aged man left a little angrily, and then the old man in the black cotton jacket slowly squatted down, put on reading glasses, inspected the two ginseng trees, and said for a long time: "It's a pity." ”

"Your two ginseng trees are extraordinary, the ginseng body is beautiful, the five shapes are good, the pearls are abundant, but there is no reed, no wonder the person just looked away, this stubble is new, it must be broken from a large ginseng, according to the thickness of these two ginseng, the ginseng should be hundreds of years of ginseng level. ”

The old man's eyes were really poisonous, and Hu Bugui nodded convincingly.

The old man in the black cotton jacket smiled faintly and continued: "It's good that ginseng needs to be pruned, you are so foolish, you have destroyed a good ginseng, the old man looks distressed, these two ginseng, I will give you 150,000, do you see it, if there is still the big ginseng above, I will buy it together." ”

One hundred and fifty thousand!

Hu Bugui almost shouted a sentence The ups and downs of life are really exciting, and the big ginseng is in the pocket of his windbreaker, and it can be taken out and sold together.

"Immortal Venerable can't sell the residual ginseng, and take it yourself when you need to cultivate, otherwise you will return to the Tongtian Immortal Sect without immortal power. A strange, old voice sounded in his head.

"Who are you, where are you?" Hu Bugui was stunned by the voice and asked back in his mind.

"I am an immortal in the book of the land of the golden pages of creation, I know the principles of heaven and earth, and I am the innate spiritual treasure obtained by the immortal in the Fenbao Cliff, which is on your right wrist. The voice replied.

Hu Bugui stretched out his right hand, and found that he had an extra red rope on his wrist at some point, wearing a bamboo slip carved like jasper, only the size of a peanut, finely carved and ingenious, and the emerald color was as smooth as blue, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

He didn't have time to think about it, the sleeves of his windbreaker drooped to cover the jade bamboo slip, and said to the old man in the black cotton jacket: "I'm sorry for you, only these two ginseng plants can be sold, how do you think you can give me the money?"

The old man in the black cotton jacket took a deep look at him, asked his account for transfer, added WeChat to each other, and said before leaving: "If there is such a good thing again, I think that the prophet will meet my Jin Liuye, and I promise not to treat you badly." ”

This Jin Liuye bought not only ginseng, but also the friendship of this young man, such a rare fresh ginseng in a hundred years, seen in the ghost market, then the strength of this seller is unfathomable, and it is worth his high look.

Hu Bugui nodded casually and agreed, but his mind was not at all focused on the matter of easily getting 150,000 yuan.

He's got the Innate Spirit Treasure! And he's an old man!

What does it mean to have an old grandfather?

Favored by God, loved by the real eldest lady, with a gentle and beautiful confidante, counterattacking from useless waste wood, countless heavenly and earthly treasures are at my disposal, and I can also refine the best elixir!

The book of the land of the golden pages of creation in the torrent, also known as the lichen and the illustrated book of mountains and seas, is owned by the same king in the world - Zhenyuan Daxian, and it is said that it is the fetal membrane of the earth, so the defense is extremely high, and it is a top-level defense class spiritual treasure, and the protection ability is not less than the twelve meritorious golden lotus.

Now whoever wants to say that Zhen Yuanzi of Tongtian Immortal Sect is not the driving force behind him, he doesn't believe it!