When the Daoist heard that Ding Xing was mentioning the spirit stone again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Muye, why are you so obsessed with the spirit stone?"

He was also very strange in his heart, Ding Xing looked like a sophisticated character, and his words and deeds were a little jerky, "You got the spirit stone, aren't you going to buy the treasure you lack?, you can tell me your needs first, if I have it, you don't have to go to other stalls to look for it, I can change the wine, we have the best of both worlds, wouldn't it be better?"

Ding Xing felt that his words were pertinent, and nodded in agreement: "There is no shortage of things next to me, only the fragrance of insects!"

After hearing this, the Taoist was stunned for a moment, and his face gradually became depressed: "You have insect extermination wine, and you even want to buy insect incense?" Brother Muye, tell me the truth, how many demon insects can your spirit wine charm?"

He thought that Ding Xing was not telling the truth, this spirit wine had big flaws, and it was estimated that it could only have a tear-jerking effect on a few kinds of demon insects.

However, a scissor has his plan, as long as Ding Xing's spirit wine can charm the book silverfish, this business will definitely not be a loss.

Ding Xing saw his slightly distrustful expression, and was speechless in his heart, 'Worm Tears' is the best product, just because Ding Xing is low-key and temporarily unwilling to promote its popularity, and the result is considered a cheap product.

'Hey, what a grievance I have made for my wine, and it is so despised that people look down on me!'

It's hard to explain, Ding Xing said: "My spirit wine is very effective, I don't believe you can buy live insects for verification, today's transaction, you will definitely make a profit! As for what I want to do with the insect incense, it has nothing to do with the spirit wine!"

A scissor didn't have the time to do experiments, he flicked his cuffs and put out a row of spiritual incense on the stall: "Before you came, I happened to collect ten incense sticks, even if I bought you twenty jars of wine, the incense is still useful to me, but if we make a big deal, I can exchange the incense for you, as for the price, it is one percent higher than the selling price in the Xianzhuang store!"

Ding Xing disagreed, he was not familiar with a scissor Taoist, if he was a high one, he would have to pay an extra twenty or thirty spirit stones, which was impossible: "Yishear Daoist, if you forcibly raise the price, then I will resolutely accept your spirit stones, and I will not exchange treasures for treasures with you, you should keep the spirit incense yourself!"

There are not many spirit stones left on the body of a Dao Scissor, and Ding Xing's attitude is so resolute that he has no room to insist at all.

The two negotiated the price back and forth several times, and finally reached a deal on the incense at the average price of the market.

The final delivery result was: Ding Xing exchanged twenty jars of insect tears for three treasures from a scissor.

A paper soldier under the moon, ten incense sticks of insects, and eighty low-grade spirit stones.

Both of them were very happy about this deal, especially the one who cut the road, and when they parted, he warmly invited Ding Xing to visit the Rolling Dust Mountain Range and be a guest in his cave mansion when he had time.

It's not a lie, don't look at him to buy Ding Xing's twenty jars of wine, but it's still a little insufficient, he is worried that he won't be able to find Ding Xing after he runs out, so he sent an invitation and left a back hand for himself.

"Brother Muye, I was born near Rolling Dust Mountain, don't look at my short lifespan, but I am an authentic Rolling Dust Monk, if one day in the future, you travel to Rolling Dust, just find a fellow cultivator and inquire, you can find me!"

A Taoist first indicated the number of etiquette, and then pragmatically said a cliché: "Every time I come to Jiuzhuang Ji, the dust monks will go together, and they happen to go to the dust mountain, passing through your Thousand Hammer Furnace Village, if Brother Muye does not dislike it, we can leave together after the gathering." ”

This time, in order to buy wine, a Taoist can be regarded as taking out all his net worth, and he is a casual cultivator, messing around on the territory of other people's Xianzhuang, and he is also worried about being bullied by the disciples of Xianzhuang.

Ding Xing also understood the meaning of a scissor, which was a subtle warning to himself that there were many partners in a scissor, so he told himself not to have crooked thoughts.

Ding Xing hugged his fists and said: "Thanks to the friendship of Yijiaodao, but I can't wait for the dispersal and will return home soon, so I will leave." ”

A scissor returned the salute: "That's good, see you soon!"

After the two said goodbye, Ding Xing did not stay, and left Jiuzhuang Ji directly.

His mission on this trip was to secretly sell 'insect tears', and now that he has successfully completed, he is worried about the insect plague in his orange orchard, and his heart is like an arrow.

Before leaving, passing by Meng Xiaotang's stall, I saw that Meng Xiaotang and the woman in the yellow shirt were also closing the stall, the market was about to end, and the young couple must have to return home early.

Ding Xing still didn't say hello, and after leaving the bazaar and staying away from the territory of Qingling Medicine Village, he pasted the wind talisman as usual and galloped in the direction of Jinlu Winery, which took him a day and a night when he came, and it would take so long to return.

In the morning, Ding Xing came out of Jiuzhuang, and when it was dark, he was a little tired and hungry, so he sat at the foot of a mountain to breathe.

Since he started practicing, his senses have become more and more acute, and he has spells around his body, if his divine thoughts are unleashed, even if he can't see his five fingers at night, he can see clearly in the radius.

When he was resting, he repeatedly alerted the environment and looked at the terrain, which was a boundary called 'Cross Gang', the intersection of four villages, to the north is Jinlu Winery, and to the west is Shijing Tea House.

He is now halfway there, and if he hurries in the dark, he will be able to return home by tomorrow morning.

As he was estimating the trip, he suddenly felt a faint smell of blood penetrate his nostrils.

I couldn't help but look up and sniff, and saw that the smell was coming from the west, and when I looked in that direction, it was empty, and there was no living thing.

Xu is a little far away, so he can't find the source.

In this wilderness, there is occasional blood and qi diffusion, which is actually not abnormal, Ding Xing originally didn't want to be curious to investigate, but to the west is Shijing Tea House, he thinks that Meng Xiaotang will also leave Jiuzhuang at the same time, will he be in trouble?

Looking up at the night sky, there was no dark cloud, and the moon was bright and round, and the light was shining on the ground.

He had the 'Moon Paper Soldiers' available, and it didn't take much time to investigate, so he got up and walked westward for a while, taking out a wine bag and 'incarnating scattered' on the way, and took a few sips of it.

Soon he found the flashpoint of the smell of blood, which was a forest outside the 'Cross Hills'.

A man and a woman snuggled up and collapsed on the ground, offering a magic shield together, reflecting a yellow circle of light, protecting them in the circle, passively meeting the fierce attack of the copper gong outside the circle.

The moonlight shone on the faces of the two, and Ding Xing recognized it at a glance that it was Meng Xiaotang and the girl in the yellow shirt, Meng Xiaotang had an injury on his left arm and blood was flowing out, but the war was tense, he didn't dare to heal, and he seemed to be struggling to support.

A few feet away from the two of them, there was a bald man, tall and thin, with Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, but he was driving the bronze magic weapon of the Daomen, dressed like a Buddha and a Taoist, nondescript.

This bald man's cultivation is also quite high, he has cultivated to the seventh or eighth level of Qi cultivation, and when he fights the method, he looks at the six paths, and as soon as Ding Xing invests his divine thoughts here, he immediately looks back and looks coldly.

Ding Xing met his threatening gaze and didn't dare to approach.

Seeing that there was a hillside on the edge of the forest, Ding Xing climbed up, standing on the slope, his vision was wide open, and he also occupied a favorable terrain for fighting, in Ding Xing's heart, Meng Xiaotang was his childhood playmate, and he took it for granted that the bald man was a wicked person.

Moreover, Meng Xiaotang and the girl in the yellow shirt are a young couple, and they seem to be in love with each other, even if Ding Xing is completely unfamiliar with them, in the face of this situation, it is inevitable that he will have compassion.

Without hesitation, Ding Xing pinched the 'Moon Paper Soldier' in his palm and injected mana into it.

"Go!"

He made a move without saying a word, mainly because he was worried that the full moon would suddenly be covered, and it would be too late to sacrifice again.

The paper figure flew out of his palm, turned into a white light and flew out, and when he escaped into the air, his physique grew, and when he swept down the hillside, it had swelled to the size of an ordinary person.

Bang!

The body of the paper man also became extremely thick, like a armor soldier wearing a layer of paper clothes, and landed firmly on the ground, and then jumped vertically, and pounced on the bald monk like a goshawk.

"It's good to come!"

The bald man roared, not afraid, grabbed the Buddha beads in his neck with one hand, shook his hand, and formed a pure gold ring, which was directly set on the head of the paper man.

As a result, the paper man punched out in mid-air, grabbed the Buddha beads, and crushed them, which was really like paper paste, weak and invulnerable.

All of a sudden, the bald man twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling no better.