gate of eternity

What a pity!His wishful thinking is ultimately a vain thing. At a young age like Zhao Yun, he can clearly recognize the fact that he, who has lived for decades, is still deceiving himself. There is also no access to the center of power.

Unless he has advanced in martial arts, the family has never been short of earners, without him, there will be a second Liu Canghai.

On the fourth day, Liujia Bingpu was opened.

Afterwards, Zhao's military shop also opened the door, looking at the weapons on the shelves, there were a lot of beautiful things in eyes.

"I."

When Liu Canghai heard this, he didn't stand firmly on one step, and almost fell over there. Do you still have the f**k in stock?

"I won't buy yours."

Wu Xiu is also very good, passing by Liu's Bingpu, he went straight to Zhao's Bingpu, seeing the blackened faces of Liu's, he felt very comfortable.

"Buy, keep buying."

Liu Canghai shouted angrily, really getting angry.

"On the account, there are less than 500 taels left."

Wang De whispered.

Buy buy buy, buy your sister.

The silver from Liujia Bingpu, plus the loan and mortgage from the bank, is a total of 8 taels of silver, which has been overdrawn by you a long time ago.

If you can't fill this hole, and the Patriarch will chop you with a palm, I will take your surname.

"In this case, we can only show our face." Liu Canghai snorted coldly, and handed Wang De a note, "The people above, please go to Fengyue Tower."

Wang De took it and glanced at it briefly. The people on the note were all respectable.

Obviously, his family can't hold on to this monopoly gamble. The shopkeeper of his family is looking for foreign aid, and he wants to unite with other families to smash the Zhao family's military shop with money. No matter how many weapons there are, I will give you all Buy it back, we have money, buy it and you have no weapons to sell.

"Where did the Zhao family get a refiner from?"

Liu Canghai gritted his teeth. So far, he has not found out who it is. If he knew, it would be easy to handle.

Here, Zhao Yun has already left the military shop and headed straight to the black market. Judging by his demeanor, he is sluggish. After a few days of tempering, his energy is overloaded and exhausted. ideas.

When he passed by Liu's military store, he glanced at it, and saw that there were a lot of weapons, and no one cared about them.

Today, no one went to Zhao's Bingpu to sweep up weapons, probably because they ran out of money.

If you want to monopolize, 8 taels is not enough.

Chapter 28 Big Fudge

The black market in Wanggu City in the early morning is also extremely bustling, a place where fish and dragons are mixed, and there are many shady businesses. The stall owners and shopkeepers are all shrewd.

"If the stomach is drooping and the forehead is wide, there must be a way of making money."

"The sky is really full, the ground is round, and it's good luck."

"Frowning, father Ke?"

Zhao Yun was wearing a black robe, looking left and right all the way, and talking to himself all the way.

After reading the Xuanmen Tianshu, I got some skin physiognomy.

Now, it should be practiced. There are many people who come and go in the black market. Whenever they meet, they must mutter.

Looking at the passers-by, he looked down at his hands again.

There is a saying in the heavenly book, and there are eight trigrams and twelve palaces in the hand, men read the eight trigrams, women read the nine palaces, and there is a lot of knowledge.

It's just that he hasn't figured it out yet.

That's right, looking at the horoscope by hand, it's mysterious and mysterious, three points are true and seven points are false, does it make sense?

After closing his eyes, he looked around at the passers-by again, still muttering.

Moon God glanced at him, "Are you here to find medicine, or to show people."

"Two things are right." Zhao Yun smiled dryly.

After all, he is still secretly reading, the book of heaven is extensive and profound, and he has to apply what he has learned!

At some point, he stopped at a stall.

The objects on the stall seem to have nothing to do with Wu Xiu, most of them are porcelain and calligraphy and paintings.

"Benefactor, your seal is black!"

The opening remarks of the young master of the Zhao family are easy to understand. I don't know if they did it on purpose or inadvertently.

Because of his words, the stall owner's face turned black.

Early in the morning, I met the magic stick and cursed him like this, it's no wonder that I feel better.

A slip of the tongue, an absolute slip of the tongue.

Under the black robe, Zhao Yun just smiled dryly, originally he wanted to ask: Do you have any elixir?

As soon as Naihe opened his mouth, he inadvertently played tricks.

"Brother, you have a pill here." Zhao Yun hurriedly changed his words.

"Fuck off."

The stall owner has a bad temper, and he curses at the mouth, don't say I don't have it, even if I have it, I won't sell you.

Zhao Yun sneered and turned around sheepishly.

Along the way, he was extremely dedicated, set the route, set up a booth, and asked questions one by one.

Unfortunately, there is no elixir.

Near noon, I visited a hundred and eighty shops, but there was no harvest.

Helpless, he secretly glanced at Luna.

That girl is really leisurely, reclining on the moon, closing her eyes and feigning sleep.

Zhao Yun continued to wander without asking.

He didn't find any pills, but he found quite a lot of pills and spiritual liquids, and he stole a lot of them.

"stop."

It wasn't until night fell that I heard Luna's words lightly and casually pointed.

Zhao Yun followed his hand and looked sideways.

What I saw was a building full of wealth, the shop where he came back to sell the stolen goods.

"He has a pill." Moon God said.

Zhao Yun didn't answer, and walked straight in, knowing that the person Yueshen was referring to was the shopkeeper of Caimanlou.

It was the same old man in sackcloth, reading ancient books there.

When a customer came, he didn't even lift his head, he just said flatly, "Selling treasures?"

"There are pills."

Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, his voice was old, and he used voice-changing pills in advance to deceive people's eyes and ears.

"No."

The old man in sackcloth replied simply, his tone still neither salty nor weak.

"Xiaowa, I have angina pectoris, I'm afraid it's uncomfortable."

Zhao Yun said leisurely, the word "little baby" in his mouth was full of force, matched with his old tone, there was nothing wrong with it, after hearing it, people would think it was a reclusive senior.

To put it bluntly, it's just cheating.

It is not accurate to say that he is fooling, just because what he said is the truth.

The little Yuan Condensation Realm doesn't have this vision.

But don't forget, there is also a moon god in his consciousness, a serious god.

That sentence just now was taught by Moon God.

Don't look at the old man in sackcloth full of glory, but there is actually a hidden wound, and the moon god can see it at a glance.

If there are pills that you don't sell, then I will trick you into selling them.

Needless to say, Zhao Yun's words about angina pectoris really made the old man in sackcloth raise his eyes and frown slightly.

Indeed, he had a dark wound.

Few people knew about his injuries, but now they were seen, and they even called him Xiaowa.

"At the third watch, the limbs are cold, and at the fifth watch, the bones are burning."

"On the first day of the lunar new year, the dantian is exhausted; on the fifteenth day, the true energy is defeated."

"I said so, yes."

Zhao Yun spoke again, speaking one after the other, with a deep voice and a decent performance.

These are all taught by Luna.

The cooperation between the two is still very tacit, one is responsible for talking secretly, and the other is acting in the open.

I have to say that Zhao Yun's acting skills are still good.

Seeing the old man in sackcloth, he subconsciously got up, and the way he looked at Zhao Yun changed.

Yes, Zhao Yun is absolutely right.

Don't look at him doing nothing on weekdays, but in fact he is suffering unspeakably, and he is over half a century old and suffering.

"Look at the seniors for clarification."

The posture of the old man in sackcloth lowered a lot, and he even bowed his hands dignifiedly.

This obeisance, the obeisance to Zhao Yun burst into urgency,

According to the Xuanmen Tianshu, if you pretend to accept the worship of your predecessors, you will lose your life.

"There are pills."

Zhao Yun forcibly restrained his emotions and asked for the second time.

"Yes, of course there is."

The old man in sackcloth smiled and said that pills are not for sale, but it depends on the situation.

At this moment, there is a senior expert coming here, and there is no reason not to sell it if he is not guaranteed to be able to heal his injury.

As long as he can be cured, he can be given away for nothing!

"Practice the exercises backwards, and you are unique."

While Zhao Yun was talking, he walked away with his hands behind his back, wandering around in the shop, looking here and there, all just to hide his nervousness, after all, what stood in front of him was a Ksitigarbha statue.

"Practice backwards?"

The old man in linen furrowed his brows sharply, his eyes were much deeper, he was wondering if he was still remembering.

One thing is worthy of recognition, that is, he firmly believed in Zhao Yun's words.

Since he is a hermit senior, he can't come all the way to fool him, and he doesn't have that much face.

"It turns out that there is a problem with the cultivation technique."

After a long time, I saw the old man in sackcloth muttering softly. The exercises he cultivated were obtained from an ancient tomb in the early years. They are indeed overbearing. This is also the reason for his diligent cultivation.

"He still brings such a trick to the younger generation."

The face of the old man in sackcloth darkened a lot, and he must have scolded someone buried in the ancient tomb.

But on second thought, he deserved it.

If you don't do so many things, but go to pick up other people's ancestral graves, you will be cheated yourself.

"Senior, whether you are practicing or not, you will be cured."

Gathering his attention, the old man in sackcloth hastily followed Zhao Yun's footsteps.

"Pros and cons are one and the same."