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So not long after, just as Huang Chang was standing in front of a small stall, admiring a terracotta figurine that was said to have been excavated from the ancient tomb of Yin Shang, he suddenly heard someone shouting to him:

"Senior Brother Huang!"

Looking back, it was Wang Feng and Wang Sanshao, the famous master among their blue-clothed disciples this year - in fact, Huang Chang is richer than him now, but Huang Chang's personality has always been low-key, and he belongs to the kind of people who make a fortune with a muffled voice. And Wang Feng was born a rich child, and the temperament he cultivated since he was a child is dazzling everywhere he goes, and he can't be low-key.

At this time, Wang Feng was like this - he did not wear the standard Taoist robe of the disciples of Xi Kunlun, but wore a gold-threaded hundred butterflies and red flower arrow sleeves, a colorful palace silk around his waist, a stone-blue brocade tasseled gown, and a foundation boot on his feet. He wears a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair on his head, and a big red pompom on his head! That look is almost the same as the Jia Baoyu in the TV "Dream of Red Mansions" that Huang Chang watched in his previous life, and he is completely dressed as a child of a rich family.

And beside Wang Feng, there were a lot of people with him, and the young master was very flattering, it seemed that he was sent from their old Wang family to meet his own young master, and there were even a few beautiful little girls who followed Wang Feng step by step, chattering and talking to him. Seeing Wang Feng raise his hand to greet this side, he immediately looked over vigilantly.

Huang Chang is so clever, at a glance, he knows that this is the third young master Wang who can't stand the noise of so many ducks, and wants to use himself to divert the target. He didn't do such a big deal, so he waved his hand in response, but laughed again:

"It's Wang Shao, I'm talking about a business, I'll talk to you later...... Come on, come on, fellow Daoist, let's continue. ”

In front of him, the small stall owner who sold goods had a bitter face, just now I saw Huang Chang raise his hand to greet his friend, and thought that he could finally be freed, but he didn't expect people to stare at him, and this face suddenly became even more bitter.

The reason is that in front of the two of them, the small pottery figurines that are only a few inches high. According to the stall owner, this is a parasitic thing, which hides the ghost of a great monk in the Yin Shang period, and if you communicate with him well, you may be able to get a lot of treasures, the inheritance of secret methods - a great opportunity to pick up the leak in the legend!

Of course, Huang Chang couldn't believe that something that only asked for ten spirit stones was not worthy of such a high-end story, and he suggested that the stall owner raise the asking price to more than one thousand spirit stones, so that he might be able to deceive someone who was wronged. Or simply drop to one or two spirit stones, slaughter those who are rich and don't care about one or two spirit stones, and make a small profit but quick turnover.

The stall owner was obviously very uncomfortable with such ridicule, but he would never dare to be angry at will—when Huang Chang first came over, he released a trace of divine consciousness very domineeringly, on the one hand, he thoroughly inspected the figurines from the inside out, and on the other hand, he also showed that he was above the middle stage. And the stall owner looked like he couldn't survive the third layer of qi refining, maybe only the second layer, and he didn't dare to bare his teeth with this "senior" who looked much younger than him anyway. In fact, even if the realm was similar, just the Kunlun disciple robes that this young man was wearing were enough to make him give up any idea of arguing with him.

But then he was a little confused—the young monk didn't seem to laugh at him, but talked to him about the high-end and high-sounding topic of "how to come up with a message that would make customers trust." The young monk asked him a lot of questions, including how he came up with the idea of using the gimmick of Yin Shang's antiquities and monk's relics to create highlights, and how he came up with the idea of conceiving an "old man" who could pass on his merits to make up stories...... In short, it was an open face to ask for advice, which made the stall owner extremely depressed.

In the end, he couldn't stand it, so he had the courage to yell at Huang Chang:

"Fellow Daoist, if you don't want to buy it, forget it, why bother saying so many strange things that people can't understand! This thing was also obtained from an elder in Xia, and what he told me was the Yin Shang relic, which contained the ancient cultivator's soul, and the words that could tell the treasure exercises were also heard from him, otherwise how could Zai Xia think of this! If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't get a response from the soul in the figurines after trying my best for many years, I wouldn't have taken it out and sold it, let alone sold it for a little price!"

was yelled at by a loose cultivator whose realm was far lower than his own, but Huang Chang didn't have any anger on his face, but stared at the stall owner's face, and the latter became a little nervous - this little brother shouldn't have any special habits, right? Could it be that he was not targeting human figurines, but ......!

--I don't know what that casual cultivator has experienced, and after hesitating for a moment, he actually whispered:

"You...... Daoyou ...... It's already a handful of years old...... This one is also quite ugly......"

The stall owner was very uneasy, and moved his body a little nervously, but then he saw the young man smile, and he was so frightened that the stall owner almost ran away with his butt covered. But then, I heard the young man nod and say:

"Good, you're not lying. ”

As he spoke, Huang Chang's arm flickered slightly, and ten shiny spirit stones appeared in his hand—the Qiankun bag had already been activated by him. To take something from the Qiankun bag, you only need to probe your divine sense into it, lock on to the target, and then call it out directly, which is very convenient. Of course, this refers to monks above the middle stage, and low-level monks below the triple heaven are not yet able to release their divine consciousness from their bodies, so they either reach in and touch it, or pour out all the contents inside, which is very clumsy to use.

"Since the origin of this thing is still reliable, then I want it. ”

Huang Chang actually saw it from the beginning - the artistic style of this small terracotta figurine is indeed quite consistent with the murals in the Pangeng Mausoleum he has visited, and its dilapidated degree seems to be more than a thousand years. After scanning it with his divine sense, he found that there was indeed a soul hidden inside, it was difficult to say whether it was an ancient monk, but at least it was generally consistent with what the stall owner said. And the price of ten spirit stones was completely affordable for him.

But what kind of place is this?--The loose cultivation market on the outskirts of Baiyunfang! According to those senior brothers, at least seven or eight of the ten things in this place are pitfalls, Huang Chang doesn't care about losing some spirit stones, but he doesn't want to be laughed at by those unscrupulous profiteers as idiots and fools. When it comes to the dignity of the individual, of course, it is necessary to be careful.