The man opened his hands as if he wanted to embrace the sky, his expression was excited and fanatical, and when he said "trembling", he curled up his arms and trembled slightly.

Jiang Bai and Hu Tao stared at each other with big eyes.

"Do you feel it?"

"No ......"

"I didn't feel ...... either"

The two looked at Wu Cong in unison.

Wu Cong was obviously also at a loss, but looking at Ah Ling's exaggerated expression and posture next to him, he quickly agreed.

"Sure enough, the power of the true monarch is not allowed to be looked directly at by mortals."

"Ah, this ......" How does Jiang Bai feel that this peerless martial art is like playing?

Whether it is really there or is it pretending to be a ghost, Jiang Bai does not dare to assert, he has only been here for a long time, and he doesn't know much about this world, saying that he doesn't have it but really has it, and it will not be good to be slapped in the face when the time comes.

"Then how can we learn the Dao of the True Monarch?"

"Zhenjun is merciful, and he only needs 7,000 moralas a month to learn the secrets of Zhenjun's martial arts!"

The person who answered the question was moved, and even shed tears because of it, "Seven thousand Mora, you can learn such an immortal method, the true monarch is really merciful......."

His name is Ah Ling, and he was born into a wealthy family in Liyue Harbor.

He is lazy, can't endure hardship, can't stand tiredness.

Searching for the method of ascending to the immortals that is neither hard nor tired, he heard that there were immortals preaching among the clouds, so he immediately asked the servants to carry him here, and worshiped the true monarch to learn the Tao.

At the request of the true king, he dismissed his servants and studied here alone, and it has been more than two months now.

Zhenjun's Taoism is just like he thought, he doesn't need to practice hard dancing, and he doesn't need to swing his fists hard.

Spend some time each day sitting and meditating, and then a while imagining yourself punching at high speed, so that you can get started.

During this time, he deeply felt the unfathomable nature of the true monarch.

The true monarch's Taoism is far-reaching, and it is difficult for mortals to reach.

He had been studying for more than two months, and even if he imagined, his punching speed was still very slow, and he did not meet the threshold required by Zhenjun at all.

If you want to truly learn the Tao of the True Monarch, you still have a long way to go!

Jiang Bai didn't know what the purchasing power of Seven Thousand Mora was, and looked at Hu Tao.

He leaned into Hu Tao's ear and asked quietly, "Hall Master, are there seven thousand Morado?" ”

"Not much, you can buy seventy-seven catties of rice, and this rice is only enough to eat in the living hall for ten days."

Jiang Bai stretched out ten fingers and counted for a long time, and came to an astonishing conclusion.

That's about 90 morals for a pound of rice!

The Mora in his pocket probably won't be able to buy anything!

Jiang Bai's eyes were full of resentment, he thought that no matter how bad he was, he could buy a piece of candy, but he might not be able to buy a piece of candy......

The hall master is also too picky.

Jiang Bai then thought of another question.

Judging from the weight of a mola, if you want to buy enough rice to eat in the rebirth hall for half a month, do you have to use a cart to drag so many mora?

That's too inconvenient to trade, isn't it?

"You stupid! The face value is different! Adhering to the concept of caring for the mentally handicapped brother, Hu Tao took out Mora of different denominations and put them in the palm of his hand.

The front of these moras is engraved with the same pattern, but in different colors.

Wait a minute! How is this pattern so similar to the pattern on the ruins seen in the Lonely Cloud Pavilion?

Jiang Bai took out the Mora that Hu Tao gave him.

The pattern on it is exactly the same as that taken out of the walnut, which is a triangle made up of a single thread.

It's just that compared to the pattern on the ruins of the Lonely Cloud Pavilion, this pattern is much simpler.

Jiang Bai was a little confused for a while.

Mora was cast by the rock god Morax, and the ruins on the Lonely Cloud Pavilion were built by the people of other demon gods according to his speculation, why are the patterns of the two so similar?

Does this pattern have a strong versatility?

Or is there some other meaning to this pattern?

Or is the pattern of the ruins on the Lonely Cloud Pavilion a variant of the pattern on Mora? When the ancients who built the ruins carved the patterns, they referred to the patterns on Mora, making them more cumbersome and complicated.

That seems to make sense......

Jiang Bai, who was justifying himself, put aside his doubts for the time being, and listened to Hu Tao explain to him the face value of Mora.

These moras are the same size, just different in color.

"At the beginning, when the rock prince made Mora, he didn't make any distinctions, only the face value of "1".

But later, as more and more people needed, more and more Mora was needed, and it was not convenient to trade Mora with only one face value, and later the face value of Mora became more and more.

This copper-brown one is the smallest Mora, which is one. ”

Hu Tao turned Mora over, and the number one was written on the back.

"This brass-colored one, the face value is ten."

"This silver one, the face value is 100."

"This golden one, the face value is 1000."

Hu Tao turned them over one by one, and there were corresponding numbers on the back.

Jiang Bai pretended to be curious and picked up the 1,000 face value Mora, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and asked, "Is there anything bigger?" ”

"No, a thousand is the maximum."

Hu Tao saw through at a glance his careful thoughts about quietly carrying Mora into his pocket.

The little hand stretched out, "Give it back to me!" ”

Jiang Bai reluctantly returned Mora to her.

Touching his Mora, who was only worth one side, Jiang Bai felt bitter in his heart.

This Mora, who can't buy anything, is all his possessions......

However, it only costs 7,000 moras to learn from the immortals, and this price is indeed very touching! This immortal is quite conscientious!

Seeing that the two of them had counted the money, Ah Ling thought that they were thinking about whether Mora was enough, so he took the initiative to ask:

"How? Do you want to follow me to learn the Tao from the True Monarch? ”

It's too boring to be the only one here, and it's also more lively to have a little more people learn the Tao from Zhenjun.

"We are shy in our pockets, and we still want to wait until we see the true monarch's Taoism before making a decision." Jiang Bai scratched his head and smiled shyly.

With such a smile, the red mark on his face also changed with his smile, which looked a little funny.

Wu Cong wanted to hold back a smile, "That, little brother, do you want to take some medicine......

Jiang Bai looked at Hu Tao with watery eyes.

This is Hu Tao's beating, you can't let him come by himself on the medicine, right?

Hu Tao put his hand next to his cheek and pushed his hand around, turning his head around.

"A little flesh wound, what kind of medicine!"

There was no bloodshed and nothing to do, and with the quality of the owner of the Vision, this small injury was not a problem at all.

"Okay, okay......"

Jiang Bai doesn't care, it doesn't hurt anyway, as for whether it's funny or not, he can't see it himself.

Whatever!

It's better to be beaten than a cremation package.

But next time, I still have to take it easy, and I thought about it before I spoke.

Otherwise, the next time Hu Tao hits it won't be so light......