Chapter 442 will tell you a story

"You, you're a little ghost?" Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, someone said with uncertainty.

And the person who suddenly appeared in front of him said with a smile: "There is a fake exchange, I am the little ghost, and the little ghost is me." ”

Looking at the people who suddenly appeared in front of them, everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, and everyone felt a little absurd. When they heard that the imp was auctioning the coffin, many people thought that the person presiding over the auction might be a ghost envoy from the city.

However, the person who suddenly appeared in front of him didn't seem to have anything to do with it at all. The person who suddenly appeared in front of him was an old man, burly, not small at all, this old man was all white in snow, and his white beard was very long. He looked kind-hearted, like a philanthropic grandfather.

The old man in front of him, no one can connect him with the ghost, where is this a ghost, obviously a kind and ordinary old man.

Many young monks present opened their eyes to see if the old man was a human or a ghost, but no matter who opened the heavenly eye, they could not see through the old man in front of him, and they could not tell whether he was a human or a ghost.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

"It's a secret!" The little ghost said with a smile, revealing a mysterious color, which made the young monks present even more curious.

The old man in front of him, although he couldn't tell whether he was a human or a ghost with the eyes of heaven, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a ghost. But if it's not a ghost, then what, to know. The older generation of monks was absolutely reluctant to enter the capital. No matter how powerful a person is. It's all the same, except for people who don't want to live.

If it was a human being, then why did he enter the city of Xudu, and everyone could see that it seemed that the city had no effect on him. You must know that anyone who is weak in blood and qi will be affected when they enter the city. Especially the monks of the older generation have a greater influence, but the little ghost in front of them is not affected at all.

This made many people have doubts in their hearts, and Qiurong Wanxue, who was sitting next to Li Qiye, couldn't help but ask Li Qiye in a low voice, saying, "Is he really a ghost?" ”

In fact, at first, Qiurong Wanxue also thought that the little ghost was a very short or even very young ghost envoy, however, he didn't expect it to be a kind old man.

"He" Li Qiye looked at the little ghost and couldn't help but smile. Then he shook his head lightly and said, "Well, this one." I don't know, I'm afraid no one knows. ”

Qiurong Wanxue knew that Li Qiye must know something, but he didn't want to say it.

"Okay, without further ado, the auction is at the beginning, the principle is very simple, don't want things like treasure soldiers, don't be refined, and don't want night sun fish. If I take out an object, anyone can exchange it with me, as long as it is my favorite thing, I will exchange it with him. The little ghost said with a smile.

Hearing the words of the little ghost, many people couldn't help but look at each other, what kind of auction is this, this is bartering, and such an auction is also very fresh.

At this time, the little ghost took out a small coffin, this small coffin is not big, about the size of a box, the whole small coffin seems to be carved with jasper, and even said to be a complete body, and the whole small coffin exudes a cold breath.

At this time, the little ghost gently opened the small coffin, and when the small coffin was opened, a blue light emanated from it, and a crisp sound sounded, which was like the sound of gold beads rolling on the jade plate.

At this time, everyone looked at it and saw that the small coffin contained a cocoon, a cocoon almost the size of a fist, and this cocoon was green all over, as if it was woven with jasper silk, which was extremely magical.

"This is the cocoon of the emerald cicada! The larvae are inside, and as long as the larvae hatch, the emerald cicada will break out of its cocoon. The little ghost said with a smile, then closed the coffin and said, "Now on, take out your treasures." ”

Hearing this, many people glanced at each other, and many people had never even heard of what Cui Tianchan was, let alone take out their treasures to exchange.

"Emerald Cicada, legend has it that it was produced in the old soil of ancient immortals!" Finally, a young monk from an ancient family couldn't help but say movingly.

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but be moved, as long as the monks knew that as long as they could enter the Gu Immortal Old Land, it would be a great miracle and opportunity, no matter which of the Six Gu Immortal Old Lands they obtained, those who had the opportunity to enter would have a harvest.

Now this emerald cicada is actually produced from the ancient immortal old soil, how can this not make people moved.

"I have a strange soldier here, called the Starfall Bell......" A young monk took out a treasure bell and said busily.

"They all said they don't want weapons!" Before the young monk could finish his sentence, he was grabbed by a hand by the imp and threw him out of Midtown at once.

The little ghost threw the other party out of the middle city lightly, which made many people feel unfathomable and knew that the little ghost was unfathomable.

"I have a gem that I want to trade with you." Another monk took out a treasure box, and when he opened it, he saw a ray of divine light emanating from it, and he gave it to the little ghost, and immediately put it on the box, afraid that people would see clearly what gems were inside.

"Don't," the imp said, shaking his head.

"I have an ancient bone." At this time, Qingjinzi, who was born in the Ten Thousand Bones Holy Clan, took out a palm-sized bone, this bone seemed to be a skull, the skull was black all over, and when this bone was taken out, there was a burst of eerie ghost crying, which made people feel creepy to hear.

"It's kind of interesting." The little ghost glanced at this ancient bone, and couldn't help but nod in praise.

And Qingjinzi couldn't help but be happy, there is no doubt that he has the hope of exchanging the emerald cicada in the hands of the little ghost.

"I've told you a story." At this time, Li Qiye said slowly.

As soon as Li Qiye's words came out, Qiurong Wanxue couldn't help but be stunned, this is outrageous, everyone else is exchanging treasures, but he actually told stories in exchange.

"Hmph, don't mess around here if you don't have treasures, just dodge." As soon as he saw a human race like Li Qiye, Qingjinzi snorted coldly and said.

"Yes." However, the little ghost nodded hurriedly and said, "However, you have to be careful, if your story is made up randomly, be careful that I throw you out." Of course, if I like this story, the emerald cicada is yours. ”

The little ghost said such a thing, everyone is incredible, telling a story can be exchanged for treasures, this is really outrageous, they have never encountered such a thing.

"Rest assured, it's definitely a good story." Li Qiye smiled, then cleared his throat and said, "A long, long time ago, there was a crow who could speak human words. And a long, long time ago, there was a man named Ram, and he was a man of Hades. One day, the crow met the ram, and the crow said to the ram that there lived an immortal in a place called the fairy cave, and that immortal was immortal, and that immortal planted a fairy grass, and if he ate this fairy grass, he would live forever......"

"What kind of story is this, chaotic ......" Hearing this, the Prince of Shenran couldn't help but sneer.

"Shut up" However, the little ghost listened with relish and interrupted the words of the Shenran Prince, who obediently closed his mouth.

“…… However, it is very difficult to get this immortal grass of the immortals. The crow told the ram that he had a way to get the fairy grass, as long as he obeyed his arrangement, and the ram believed the crow's words......"

Li Qiye said slowly, slowly talking about this boring-sounding story. Many people present heard Li Qiye tell such a story, they simply fell asleep, and they didn't want to listen to it at all, what kind of messy story is this, such a story even children don't want to hear, for them monks, they experience magical things every day, like this kind of boring and absurd story, it is simply boring.

In fact, even Qiurong Wanxue thinks that such a story is not good, and casually telling the legend of an immortal emperor is far better than this kind of small story, this kind of story may be able to coax children in the mortal world, and as monks, such a story as Li Qiye is even more prosaic than their daily experience.

“…… The ram obeyed the crow's construction, saw the immortal, and also saw the fairy grass. The ram asked the immortal for fairy grass, but the immortal ......" Speaking of this, Li Qiye paused and stopped.

"And then?" Compared to other people who find it boring, the little ghost listens to it with relish, and many people don't understand what is so good about such a boring story.

"Then the ram was wiped out." Li Qiye laughed when he said this.

The first one who was speechless was the autumn and evening snow that followed Li Qiye, what kind of story is this, suddenly the clan was wiped out, the preface doesn't match the afterword, it's messy, what kind of story is this.

"A bullshit story with no beginning or end." Some people think that Li Qiye suddenly ended the story like this, it is really outrageous, although he was very boring and dull at the beginning of telling this story, but, at least, there is still an organization at all, and now a sentence suddenly pops up to say that the ram has been wiped out, which is simply a preface that does not match the afterword, and it is a mess.

However, the imp closed his eyes, shook his head, and muttered to himself, and no one could understand what he was nagging.

"Good story, good story, amazing, really amazing, a miracle through the ages, the only one in the world." After a while, the little ghost exclaimed, stroking his palms and sighing.

The admiration of the little ghost made everyone dumbfounded, including Qiurong Wanxue, this is outrageous, a messy, a story without a head and a tail, and a story with a preface that does not match the afterword, it is really outrageous that it is a mess.

"This coffin is yours." The little ghost seemed to be very excited, and threw the jasper coffin containing the emerald cicada to Li Qiye.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (To be continued......)

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