Zhu Youdao came to the second floor and saw an elderly monk drinking tea in the private room.

Yuxiu Pavilion is used to entertain guests with expensive spiritual tea, and the cost of a tea is a spiritual stone.

This old monk may have lived a rather embarrassed life before, and when Zhu Youdao came in, he was drinking tea greedily.

Seeing Zhu Youdao coming in, the old man hurriedly put down the tea, sat up straight, and looked like he had seen the world.

The old man decided to make a preemptive move: "You are the big shopkeeper of this store? So young, how can you identify my baby? Go and change to an experienced person!"

As for how to deal with difficult customers, Zhu Youdao can be regarded as experienced, he only slightly leaked a trace of the coercion of the monks in the foundation building period, and the old man in front of him hurriedly jumped up and saluted respectfully: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it turned out to be the senior in the foundation building period, and the younger generation was rude!"

Zhu Youdao said with a smile: "This Taoist friend, the person who comes is a guest, and there are no seniors and juniors for the guests! Do business, pay attention to your love and my willingness, fair trade, Taoist friends don't have to care about the level of my cultivation! Taoist friend, please sit down and talk!"

The old man suddenly relaxed, and sat down according to his words, he may not have seen such a kind foundation building period monk, he was still a little unaccustomed, and said again: "Senior......"

Zhu Youdao pretended to be angry: "Daoyou, don't you look down on someone Zhu? You don't have to call your predecessors here, they are all Daoyou!"

The old man hurriedly changed his words and said: "Zhu Daoyou, I am fortunate to have met you! I took the ancestral treasure to participate in the auction, but only two juniors in the Qi cultivation period received me, and they only looked at me twice and blasted me out, and said that I am not a treasure at all! Hmph, this is my ancestral magic weapon, and they don't know ...... goods."

The old man babbled about what happened to him before he said: "The shopkeepers of other shops in the Fang Market are also in the Qi training period, and only the seniors are ...... No, Daoyou, only Zhu Daoyou, you are the foundation building monk! My baby, how can the juniors in the Qi cultivation period know? Zhu Daoyou, you must take a good look, my grandson is waiting for this thing to be exchanged for Zhuji Dan!"

Zhu Youdao smiled warmly and said: "Okay, please take out the treasure from the Taoist friend, and I will palm the eyes!"

The old man then carefully took out an object from his bosom, which he was so poor that he did not even have a storage bag.

He put it on the table and asked Zhu Youdao to check it.

This is a dull gong, giving people the feeling of being like broken copper and iron in the mortal world, with no life to speak of.

Zhu Youdao just glanced at it, and he understood why the old man had hit walls everywhere before.

Whether it is a magic weapon or a magic weapon, even if it is just a first-order thing, because it is refined by spiritual materials, and there are runes on it to enhance the power, there is a kind of spiritual light flickering.

When the monk identifies the artifact, his first reaction is to identify it by the intensity of the aura.

But there is no absolute, there is a saying that the gods are obscure, and some high-level things look inconspicuous, so they have to be identified by other means.

That is to inject mana.

Zhu Youdao picked up this gong, and after injecting mana, he felt that it was difficult to get through, like stubborn iron. I looked at the dull sigil on this thing again, and I knew it.

He handed the gong to the old man: "Fellow Daoist, please take back this thing!"

The old man took it in a daze: "Fellow Daoist, no, senior, what is the result of the appraisal?"

Zhu Youdao shook his head: "Fellow Daoist, please go back, our store does not accept this thing!"

"How is it possible!" the old man jumped up excitedly, "How can it not be a treasure, this treasure is a magic weapon handed down by my ancestors, and it has been passed down for many generations!

Zhu Youdao shook his head: "Don't look at it anymore! This thing is indeed a magic weapon!"

"How is it possible!" the old man couldn't accept it, and he said unsteadily, "How could it not be...... Well, what did you say, senior?"

"I said, this thing is indeed a magic weapon!"

"But...... Why didn't my predecessors accept this?"

"Because, this is a magic weapon to die!"

"Dead ...... Drop?" The old man was incredulous, "Will the magic weapon still die?"

Even if the business fails, Zhu Youdao is very respectful to the customers who come to the door, and he patiently explains: "If the magic weapon is not kept properly, and there is no mana for a long time to support the sacrifice, it will slowly lose its strength, and after a long time, the spiritual light will be dissipated, and it will become a mortal thing, which is equivalent to death! Even if there is a way to restore such a thing, the cost is greater than refining a magic weapon again, so ...... Fellow Daoists, please go back!"

What Zhu Youdao said was the truth, magic weapons and magic weapons would die, which was not a strange thing in the Vermilion Bird Realm.

But dead magic weapons are also not common, because magic weapons are not so simple even when they die.

Generally, the magic weapons and magic weapons left by the predecessors have been handled by special means, or there are special containers to preserve, even if tens of thousands of years have passed, it is not easy to die.

Even if there is no special treatment, if it is in a space with aura, it can be preserved for thousands of years.

Therefore, Zhu Youdao was very curious about how the ancestor of the old man in front of him kept this magic weapon, and how his descendants treated this magic weapon, and actually "starved" it to death. Even if you take it out every once in a while, this magic weapon can get a little spiritual nourishment, and it won't die so easily.

He explained the reason why the magic weapon "died", but the old man couldn't accept it, and kept muttering things like "how is it possible" and "my grandson wants to build a foundation".

After a while, the old man hugged the gong and began to cry.

Zhu Youdao comforted him a few words, but he thought that the old man would cry even more sadly.

He choked up and said: "Why is our old Yang family so miserable, there have been many generations of mortals in a row, the inheritance has been broken several times, and finally a strange spirit root has been produced, and I plan to rely on the ancestral treasure to exchange for Zhuji Dan, how do I know that this baby is still dead......!

Nima!

Zhu Youdao was speechless, your grandson is a strange spirit root, and I'm afraid that I can't find a good teacher, and I'm afraid that there is no Zhuji Dan?

Well, it may also be a "pseudo-alien spirit root" like Feng Feifei of Shenxiu Sect!

Feng Feifei is a fire, wood, and wind spirit root, although there is a wind spirit root, but the strength of the wind spirit root is the lowest, and the cultivation world calls it a "pseudo spirit root".

With a glimmer of hope, Zhu Youdao asked, "Daoyou, what kind of spiritual root is your grandson?"

"Thunder and Wood Twin Spirit Roots!"

Zhu Youdao's eyelids jumped slightly:

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, since Ling Sun is a rare thunder alien spirit root, why don't you find a sect and let him apprentice, with the backing of the sect, why do you want to worry about Zhuji Dan?"

The old man's color suddenly changed: "No, our old Yang family, we want to rely on him to revitalize the family, after joining the sect, he is a member of the family, who else can our Yang family rely on!"

What is someone else's people!

Joining the sect is not getting married!

This old brain circuit is a little different from ordinary people, Zhu Youdao can only follow the good path: "Joining the sect is just to learn from the teacher, and I will be able to take care of the family in the future!

Only then did the old man understand: "The ...... Senior, are you going to snatch my grandson as an apprentice?"

Zhu Youdao smiled and shook his head: "I opened this shop to do business, and doing business is about integrity, and you have to be willing to do business." In the same way, it is good for you to accept apprentices if you want to accept them, how can I snatch your grandson?"

The old man thought for a moment: "Let me think about this matter......

Zhu Youdao nodded: "Brother, you think about it slowly, my store is here, when you figure it out, come to this store to find me, and wait for me at any time!"

After sending the old man away, Zhu Youdao called Kang Qun: "He has a grandson, the spiritual root is very good, I want to accept him as a disciple, you quietly follow him and see where he goes......

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