"The best cabbage is sold cheaply! Local cabbage is absolutely fresh!"

"Pork! Fat pork!

"Take a look, take a look! The iron head is broken with tiles, the chest is broken with big stones, and the one-horned bamboo pole is erected! Brighten up your eyeballs! Everyone who has money has a money field, and those who have no money have a personal field!"

......

The group of four finally entered Yuanyang Prefecture, and the first place they arrived at was Liuhe County on the border of Yuanyang Prefecture. Because it is a border area, and the Mo people are generally concentrated in the center of the state, so the people of this place are all mustard seeds, and because of this, this place is not bound by the precepts of the Mo people, noisy and noisy, and the shouting everywhere is endless, and it is very lively.

Ji Lin had recovered his vitality, walking on this bustling street, looking left and right for a long time, and said with emotion: "Is this the earthly world under the mountain? It's the first time I've seen so many people." ”

"And their attire is not all black like the inkers, the nobles of mustard seeds have colorful silk and satin, and the people have all kinds of coarse linen clothes. This place looks much more eye-catching than Young Master Ben's family!" Chai Le, who was born in a big family, also added later.

He came all the way from the South China Sea to Wuyun Mountain, and he had almost no leisure to enjoy the scenery along the way. Although they could not wear black clothes, there were too many colors other than black to count, and in this respect, the ink artists were not as comfortable as these mustard seeds.

You Feng, who still couldn't put it down and hugged his arrogant little fox, twisted his eyebrows quite proudly, and said with infinite nostalgia: "Hehe, on the poor road, the Taoist priests are dressed in all sorts of ways. The Taoist priests of different mountain gates wear different Taoist uniforms, and no matter which mountain gate, different colors of Taoist uniforms are a symbol of status. The poor road is the robe. In addition, all Taoist priests had precepts, and poor Taoists also had them, but at that time they were still in the Eastern Regions, and they could only be worn under special circumstances. But outside the barrier......"

When I thought of my handsome appearance when I wore my ring clothes, You Feng felt a burst of pride—Taoist robes and ring clothes are completely different things!

"What does the precept look like?" the two of them became interested when they heard this. Looking at the little Taoist's expression, it must not be an ordinary thing.

You Feng smiled mysteriously: "I'll wear it to you later, but not now!"

"Cut, what's the big deal? Isn't it just a dress. Chai Le played with his young master's temper, with a "I don't care" expression, but his "really want to know" look obviously betrayed him.

Ji Lin didn't care, he himself used to be a mustard seed, and he didn't wear the clothes he wore with mustard seeds, but he was targeting the ink man at that time, and he didn't care about these clothes other than black. Now that he has finally become an ink artist, he has put on black clothes, and his addiction is not enough, how can he be interested in anything else?

"It's here. Mofang, who had been silent, finally spoke.

Everyone turned around and saw an inn in front of them, with four big characters written on the plaque "Laoji Inn". Walking in, the shopkeeper was an old man with small eyes, wearing a fortune hat, and the ornaments on his clothes were no more than coins, shining gold, and with his round belly, he was a ridiculous miser.

However, the psychological literacy of this shopkeeper is not bad, and when he saw that three of the four of them were inkers, he was also unmoved, with a shiny old face. Moya threw out a bag of coins and said coldly to the shopkeeper: "Two double rooms, stay for one night, you don't need to find money." ”

The shopkeeper opened the bag, his eyes immediately straightened, his small eyes were golden, and his attitude immediately made a 180-degree turn, grinning and smiling, and turned his head and shouted: "Little Er, lead the four guest officers to the Tianzi guest room on the second floor, two rooms, and your hands and feet are numb!"

His old face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, which made people's hearts numb when they saw it. As if he was afraid that the big patron would regret it, he hurriedly put the money in his pocket, and the action was so fast that even the little fox was dumbfounded: Is this really just an ordinary person?

"Guest officer, please!" the courteous little second fart ran over and beckoned everyone upstairs. The three young men looked back at the shopkeeper again, only to see that he took out the bag again, poured out the money and counted it carefully, while quickly dialing the abacus, muttering in his mouth, and frequently showing obscene smiles, which made the three of them really have goosebumps. He counted the accounts very quickly, and his hand on the abacus was too fast to see clearly, and in a short time he counted the money, and then drew two strokes on the ledger with a pen, and finally threw them all into the drawer where the money was kept.

Moya had already gone to one of the rooms to take a nap, and the three young men had all gone to the other room to chirp and set up a dragon gate formation.

"The shopkeeper just now was really fast. Does any of you see it clearly?"

"Dao Ancestor is supreme, I can't see it clearly at all! Master is right, the real masters are in the people! Even ordinary people, their special skills should not be underestimated!"

"It's okay, my dad said that as far as mustard seeds are concerned, money can make ghosts grind. The speed of this shopkeeper must have been practiced over many years, and his arithmetic is also quite good, I want to be his apprentice. ”

"What's the importance of money? What I have is money, young master! And this young master's paintings are worth a fortune, so I don't have to worry about running out of money to spend. Money is a bastard, spend it and earn it again!"

"Brother, pay attention, you are the inker, and I just said the vulgar word of mustard seeds. Can mustard seeds and ink be compared?"

"But money is really useless, right? Poor Dao over there are all trading with immortal stones, and immortal stones can also be used for cultivation and arraying, but what can this mortal's money be used for?"

"Coins are a work of art, and to trade them is to desecrate art, and they should be treasured. Especially the old coins, the shape is impeccable!"

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The three boring young men actually talked about the concept of money, and the answers were more strange than the other. Before I knew it, it was getting late, and after enjoying a special meal of the shopkeeper, everyone who had eaten and drunk had no intention of wandering, so they simply went back to their own guest room, sat on their own bed, and meditated and cultivated.

Of course, there are exceptions. Ji Lin, who has a special physique and is so demonic, has the help of the round beads, so he doesn't need to cultivate at all, the only thing he can do is to continue to open the acupoints one by one according to the order of the second "Wind Cave Sutra". In fact, there are a total of one hundred and eight vital points in the human body, and Ji Lin has already opened thirty-six dead points, and the second is to open up the other seventy-two points.

After the battle with Tuoba Wilderness, his strength has improved a lot, and now he has reached the realm of Moying. His meditation has always been three days of fishing, two days of drying nets, today the acupoint is opened, does not mean that he will also meditate tomorrow, and today he can sit honestly and rush the acupoint, which is quite rare. Of course, in his words, whether he meditates or not, tomorrow the acupoints will be opened, and meditating by himself is pure boredom. If Duan Tianhan, who was tired and half-dead every time he came out, knew his thoughts, he was afraid that he would vomit blood in anger.

A person with moral cultivation will not be the first to move, and the fist can only be shown when it is forced to do so. As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't use his hands. However, for a long time later, Ji Lin did only use his mouth but not his hands, but as soon as he moved his mouth, someone would pay the price of his life, but that was another story.

At dawn, Ji Lin opened his eyes. He remembered the battle with Tuoba Wilderness again. It seems that he finally buried Tuoba Huang's trick, but he didn't know it at all, it stands to reason that since he killed someone, there should be a psychological burden, but Ji Lin didn't feel anything. Whether it was positive or negative, he didn't have the pleasure of punishing evil and promoting good, nor did he have the guilt of bloodstained hands, just like seeing the mouse kill the dice with his own eyes, he didn't feel anything at the time, this time it was himself, but it seemed that he had a feeling that Tuoba Huang was not killed by himself.

"Whatever, I didn't know about it at the time anyway, and it was chaotic to care. He simply threw the question out of the clouds.