The lights are dim, and the autumn city market is still bustling at night.

On the blue-gray stone pavement, the vendors still shouted vigorously, adding life to the red-lit night, and the carriages and horses hurried by, splashing dirt and staining the fluttering blue and white robes of the old and the young.

Mu Chen and Zhang Banxian walked side by side on the spacious street, one was refreshed and walked leisurely, while the other was sad and heavy.

"Alas, I said Mu Boy, although it is very important to solve the matter of Huangshazong buying fake agarwood, but the price you paid for this solution is too great, right?"

"Not only did you destroy your reputation in front of that Huang Yan, but you overturned what you said before, and you also spent two thousand five hundred taels of silver to buy such a broken thing......"

"This is not fifty taels, not two hundred and fifty taels, this is a full two thousand five hundred taels of silver!"

Zhang Banxian muttered in his mouth, sighed from time to time, and raised his voice from time to time.

He also waved his hands with his fingers, and his fingertips dotted up and down in the palm of his left hand, as if he was calculating how many good things could be bought with two thousand five hundred taels of silver.

Suddenly, Zhang Banxian's feet paused, and he remembered something very important.

"Hun boy, you, didn't you give him all the money you paid for selling materials!"

"Even if you say that you still have a lot of demon beast materials in your hands, how many more can you have, and how many can you have, and there can be dozens or hundreds of sets of materials?"

"I will pay people two thousand five hundred taels at once, how can you still have the money to buy sword refining materials?"

Mu Chen saw that Zhang Banxian was so anxious, and knew that he was thinking about his refining materials.

At least from the mouth of the mask, Zhang Banxian already knew the uniqueness of Mu Chen's swordsmanship, and the materials used to refine the Natal Immortal Sword must not be ordinary goods.

What's more, the Bamboo Sword Hall is a recognized Qing cultivation sect in the mainland, unlike the Phantom Sword Alliance.

Before the disciples of the Phantom Sword Alliance found the most suitable sword refining materials for themselves, they could use the mid-to-high-grade public immortal swords refined by the Sword Pavilion of the Instrument Sect for them to squander.

Even if the public fairy sword is broken, just replace it with a new one.

Moreover, Zhang Banxian saw that Mu Chen was poor and pitiful at the beginning, and he didn't have a copper plate.

Although I don't know where he bumped into Dayun and got so many demon beast materials, a few thousand taels of silver is too much, and it is quite a little less, and it is gone after a few changes to the public immortal weapon.

In this world, it is actually the same for small sects and casual cultivators, making money is far more difficult than spending money, but one is more decent than the other on the surface.

Mu Chen didn't explain, but suddenly stopped.

He patted Zhang Banxian on the shoulder, and reached out to open the two Qiankun bags hanging on his body.

"Senior Zhang, what do you see inside?"

"What else can there be, isn't it just a hundred-year-old agarwood, we can exchange it for a few hundred taels of silver if we sell it......"

Zhang Banxian put his eyes close to the Qiankun bag with a sad face, releasing his divine consciousness and slowly entering the Qiankun bag.

In fact, the earliest Qiankun bag that appeared in the Shenzhou Continent, whose original name is Ruyi Qiankun Bag, is an artifact used by the ancient gods for storage, and it has incredible power.

There is a strange space inside, the space is so large that it seems to be able to contain the heaven and the earth, because there is another Qiankun in the bag, so some people call the Qiankun bag as the exquisite eight treasure bags, and there is more inexhaustible, inexhaustible beauty.

Later, the ancient monks occasionally obtained fragments of the Ruyi Qiankun bag from the tomb of the remains of the ancient gods, and imitated the broken Qiankun formation and refining materials in the Ruyi Qiankun bag.

Use the blood of demon beasts to replace the blood of the ancient giant beast Chaos, and use the skin of the demon beast to replace the skin of the ancient divine beast Kunpeng, and refine the Qiankun bag with a storage function.

It's just that at this time, the Qiankun bag has long lost the power of the ancient artifact Ruyi Qiankun bag to store heaven and earth, and has become the most common low-level storage immortal weapon in the monk world.

At the same time, in order to prevent others from snatching, the ancient monks created a unique formation engraved in the Qiankun bag.

When using the Qiankun bag, the monks must open it according to the predetermined method, and if the opening method is wrong, the Qiankun bag will destroy itself.

There are even monks who carved even more terrifying formations, as long as the Qiankun bag enters the aura other than their own, it will explode.

Therefore, even if someone robs someone else's Qiankun bag, he will not be able to get the treasure, and all the precious items in the Qiankun bag will disappear.

Therefore, the situation of gods killing people and seizing treasures can be avoided as much as possible, in addition to the strictest agreement in the cultivation world, the self-destruction function of the Qiankun bag is also one of the reasons.

It is also because of this that Mu Chen has never dared to forcibly crack the black bag left by his mother Wu Shi.

The black bag that has been hanging around his neck is a Qiankun bag in terms of appearance and breath, but the material used to refine this black bag will definitely not be the skin of an ordinary demon beast.

Mu Chen consulted many ancient documents, and couldn't figure out what kind of skin it was made of.

Zhang Banxian's divine sense wandered in the Qiankun bag for a moment, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at him in shock.

"You, you have ......"

“！”

Tightly clasping Mu Chen's Qiankun bag with both hands, Zhang Banxian was as nervous as a stone, standing there like a piece of wood, looking at the young monk in front of him with two eyes that was still smiling.

In the next moment, he stared at Mu Chen's eyes quickly turned, scanning around, his mouth was wide open, his face was flushed, and even Bai Huahua's sideburns were shaking.

Seeing him like this now, I'm afraid that he is so excited that he can't speak.

"Senior Zhang, you don't have to worry now, do you?"

"It's only two thousand five hundred taels of silver, and although I lose it, what I get in exchange is peace of mind on the road of future repair. ”

"Don't you think that's a good deal?"

"By the way, I remember that your divination shop is still on that street, and we are going to clean up the shop now?"

Mu Chen put away the Qiankun bag, and when he saw Zhang Banxian's reaction, he was shocked with admiration, and after managing Mu Chen's efforts to restrain himself, he still couldn't help but feel a trace of pride in his heart.

Cultivators are roughly divided into two categories, one is the original path of not liking things and not feeling sorry for oneself, and the other is the path of freedom in which the heavens and the earth are free to me.

Mu Chen's cultivation in the Bamboo Sword Hall is naturally the way of the former.

Therefore, although there are ups and downs in the heart, we must strive to be happy and angry, and happy and sad to be not revealed.

The most obvious example of practicing the path of freedom is the absence of clothes, and all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows are expressed on the face.

The highest state of cultivating this path is to get rid of the five desires, to be free from sores and warts, and to be at ease and unrestrained.

Both of these roads lead to the highway, and there is no distinction between high and low.

"Good, good!"

Zhang Banxian finally recovered from the shock and said a few good words one after another.

Suddenly, he looked around vigilantly, and walked forward cautiously, looking forward and leaning back, for fear that someone would block the road and rob him, and Mu Chen also felt very funny.

The two finally returned to Sanxiu Street, and Zhang Banxian's divination stall was indeed still on the side of the street, but there was nothing of value on this stall except for a thin layer of dust, so naturally no one would steal such a guy who occupied a place.

The rest of the cultivators left early, each looking for a place to rest, and waited for tomorrow to continue to set up a stall here to cheat.

"Alright, let's go!"

"Now we have silver, wait until we find a wine store to have a big meal, and then sleep beautifully. ”

"The matter of selecting materials for you in the past few days will be wrapped up in me, and I guarantee that you can buy the materials you want!"