Luckily, it didn't take long for Shen Yun to find a stall selling rune paper and rune pens. And, there is more than one! There are three stalls in total, scattered over a hundred paces.

They're doing pretty good. Shen Yun secretly observed and compared repeatedly, and finally decided to choose the stall in the northeast corner.

But after all, he is a mortal, and his heart is a little empty. Shen Yun and the other two guests in front of him completed the transaction, and after walking away, they mustered up the courage and walked over.

The stall owner is a middle-aged uncle. He was dressed in a half-worn brown robe. Seeing Shen Yun, he took the initiative to say hello: "Little Daoist, what do you want to exchange?"

The voice was warm, and the tone was not slow, which made Shen Yun's heart feel calm.

"I want to buy some rune paper. Shen Yun pointed to the row of talisman pens in ebony boxes on the right, "I want to buy another talisman pen." ”

After watching for more than an hour, he witnessed no less than twenty successful transactions, and came to the conclusion that there was a bargain in the monks' market, but there was no counter-offer. After the stall owner quotes the price, if the customer thinks it is not a good deal, he can just walk away and not buy.

Yes, he planned to ask for a good price first, so that he could go back and exchange for the spirit beads.

"Do you have a spirit bead?" the middle-aged uncle asked with a glance at him.

Shen Yun shook his head honestly: "No." Pointing to the stall where the beads were exchanged, he added, "If the price is right, I'll go there to exchange it." ”

"Oh, that's the exchange stall set up by the owner. The middle-aged uncle said, "Ten taels of silver are exchanged for one spirit bead, and in addition, the owner of the square also has to charge two taels of silver exchange tax." ”

Ah, and the exchange tax? Shen Yun was taken aback: "There is no exchange tax written on the wooden card. ”

The middle-aged uncle hehe: "Little Taoist friends will know if they go to exchange it once." ”

Shen Yun heard the meaning of his words, glanced left and right quickly, pointed to the rune paper and rune pen on the stall, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, can you buy it directly here?"

The middle-aged uncle looked at him again and lowered his eyes to look at his right hand.

Shen Yun followed and looked over.

Aha, the uncle's right hand spread its five fingers at the cuff and shook it! Then, the index finger and thumb were twisted.

"It's the first time for a little Taoist to come to our Shiqiaofang City, right? I'll give a little Taoist a little price and make a friend. Two and a half rune pens and a medium-grade rune pen. ”

Shen Yun came over to ask the price after seeing the truth. Therefore, he knew what it meant to open his five fingers: not five taels, not fifty taels, but five hundred taels.

And the index finger and thumb are twisted, which is the usual code of the silver trumpeters outside, which means universal silver ticket.

The offer was a bit more expensive than the deals he'd seen before. It should be because of the addition of the spirit bead exchange tax.

There is a big treasure as high as a mountain in the red lacquer box. Shen Yun is not short of money, yes, he doesn't care about the ten or twenty taels of silver.

"Do you want to send a pass for the next time?" A lot of guests asked.

"Send. ”

Shen Yun nodded like the previous guests: "Deal." ”

The middle-aged uncle lowered his head and picked out a talisman pen and two and a half rune papers from the reed mat, and took out a hexagonal talisman from the bottom of his sleeve and handed it to Shen Yun.

Under the hint of his gaze, Shen Yun saw that under the cover of the rune paper, his right hand was making a small movement again: the palm of his hand was spread out, and the five fingers were slightly hooked at him.

Shen Yun comprehended, took out the five hundred taels of silver tickets rolled together from his arms, held them in his palms, and stuffed the silver tickets into the hands of the middle-aged uncle when he took the opportunity to pick up the talisman paper and talisman pen with both hands.

As soon as the silver ticket reached the latter's palm, it disappeared in an instant.

Shen Yun had used two storage magic weapons, such as a treasure bag and a red lacquer box, because he knew that the middle-aged uncle also carried a similar storage magic weapon with him, and he had included the silver ticket in it.

The talisman and the talisman were carefully accepted into Shen Yun's arms. And there are seven hundred and fifty pieces of two-and-a-half-knife rune paper, which is quite a large stack, and can only be held by hand. He was inspired by the middle-aged uncle, and he regretted it in his heart: he should have taken the treasure bag with him.

And the middle-aged uncle also saw that he didn't have a magic weapon on him, and kindly instructed him: "Little Taoist friend, it's better to buy a Qiankun bag." ”

"What does the Qiankun bag look like?" Shen Yun didn't understand.

The middle-aged uncle was slightly stunned, and then explained: "The appearance is the same as an ordinary purse." There are several people selling in the market. However, there are no good goods to be found in a loose workshop market like ours, and most of them are old goods, with a capacity of one or two stones. It can't be used for a big purpose, so it's good to pack some small things. ”

Oh, it turns out to be those half-old and not new, but ridiculously expensive little purses!

"Thank you, uncle. Shen Yun thanked him and left with the rune paper.

He wasn't going to buy the bag. With a capacity of only one or two stones, it is completely different from his treasure bag, but he often asks for hundreds of spirit beads.

What's more, he only has three or four taels of scattered silver on him, and he can't buy it even if he wants to.

Next, Shen Yun spent nearly an hour holding a large roll of rune paper and walked through the entire market.

There are more and more customers, and the market is gradually becoming lively. Many guests are tired of shopping, and on the open river beach, they sit in groups of three or five and sit on the ground. They either took out tea utensils to make tea, or drank in large gulps, and some of them competed in kung fu...... Shen Yun noticed that when people passed by, they were like melons and plums, and they didn't squint one by one. I think it's the custom here, so I took a break to get together and make friends.

Finally, the sky dawned.

Shen Yun walked around all night with a large stack of rune papers, tired and hungry, and felt distracted.

He paid close attention to how the guests left the market. According to his secret observations, he found that there was only one entrance to the market, that is, on the other side of the river, at the other end of the double-arched stone bridge. However, it is not an exit.

On the sand in the middle of the market, there is a large circle of about five feet in circumference paved with pebbles. No matter which direction the guests stepped into the large circle, their figures disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Shen Yun guessed that there was the exit.

Earlier, when he was outside, he heard the short-bearded man say to the bearded man, "When you come out, be careful", and at that time he guessed that someone would block the road at the exit of the market like 'Brother Huang'. Therefore, when he walked towards the big circle, he only held the rune paper with his left hand, and secretly buckled a silver needle in the palm of his right hand.

The moment he walked into the big circle, he saw a flower in front of him, and a circle of five-colored lights flashed.

At the same time, my feet suddenly became soft, as if I had stepped on a turf or something.

So, he looked down.

The hard ground paved with cobblestones is gone, and the grass has indeed been replaced by grass underfoot.

Could it be that it has already come out?

Shen Yun hurriedly raised his head and looked around.

It's not just coming out!

There was a thin morning mist wafting around it, and it was very empty. There were no lights, no stalls, no human figures. On the river, it is empty, where is there still a trace of the double-arch stone bridge?