I have the strongest merit system

The two girls in front of Wei Yang's booth are a pair of twins with exactly the same face, and they are in their twenties and eight years old. They are young and beautiful, and their eyes and smiles make people look sideways.

The two girls were not attracted by Wei Yang's handsome face, but came to write letters.

They were to write letters to their father.

It is said that his father was doing business in Yunzhou, thousands of miles away from this remote place, and he often only came back once every three to five years.

Although the family is rich and has no worries about food and clothing.

But seeing that their mother was sad every day, the two girls secretly came out to write letters, and the address was also the place their father casually told them back then.

The two girls didn't think about whether their father could receive it at such a long distance, but excitedly chattered out a lot of words they had accumulated.

Wei Yang synthesized the words of the two girls and wrote them one by one, writing three letters in a row.

Only then did the two girls stop talking.

After the letter paper was wrapped, the two girls left a piece of silver for Wei Yang, said a few words of thanks, and left happily.

Looking at the backs of the two girls, Wei Yang's eyes were deep.

The delusion-breaking eyes show.

These two girls are the children of the outer room.

The so-called outer room refers to a rich and powerful man who, due to some special reasons, is inconvenient to stay at home and raises a child born to a woman outside.

Although such an identity, ashamed to speak.

But from the perspective of the common people, this is also enviable.

For example, if someone is the illegitimate son of Ma Yun, if he wants to say that he dislikes this identity, he can make people drown in saliva.

Watching the two girls walk away.

Wei Yang intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the herbal tea shed in the distance. There was a man wearing a bamboo hat, dressed in strong clothes, and holding a Yanling knife. He looked very cold.

This person is not a Qimen monk, but a martial arts practitioner.

The martial arts in the Earth Immortal Realm should be a branch of Qimen, and it is also the art of refining qi, but it is practicing inner qi.

Those with strong inner qi can also release the inner qi to the outside, opening mountains and cracking rocks.

Just like this tall and cold man in strong clothes, he is not weak inside, and he feels that waiting for dozens of people is not enough for him to cut ground.

This person followed the two twins all the way, looking like a bodyguard secretly protecting them.

Bodyguard protection can be arranged.

Obviously, these two illegitimate children are also considered to be liked by their biological father.

And Wei Yang, who saw this, smiled and felt a little bit more.

This is the state of the world.

Everyday experience is gain.

After the afternoon twins, no more business.

But the harvest of a piece of silver is enough for an ordinary family to live for half a month.

Wei Yang is very satisfied.

After the sun goes down, close the stall and go home.

After that, Wei Yang left early and returned late. Although only one or two letters were written every now and then, Wei Yang enjoyed it.

He is not here to make money, but to experience the fireworks in the world, watch the world, and make up for his spiritual shortcomings.

In a blink of an eye.

It has been almost a month since Wei Yang came to this small town.

He is familiar with setting up a stall, and he has become acquainted with his neighbors a lot, and he can greet him at will.

Even the kid from the Yuan family is familiar with himself and often comes to play in his yard. He is a tiger-headed kid who knows how to behave. He often brings some wild fruits and snacks, and steals his father's wine for Wei Yang to drink.

Wei Yang liked this character very much, so he quietly gave him a spiritual fruit, which improved the little guy's physique and made him stronger.

this day.

Wei Yang went to set up a stall as usual.

However, when he saw his desk from a distance, he realized that there was someone there.

After being taken aback for a moment, Wei Yang walked over.

Occupying his own table was an old man with white hair and a white beard. He was dressed strangely and looked like a strange person.

In fact, it can be considered that the cultivation level of the earth immortal is much stronger than that of the fortune teller and the middle-aged fat man next to him.

He occupies the table and is also setting up a stall.

And the old man with the white beard sold something strange.

He put a black jar on the table, and then put a piece of paper on the table with the rules written on it.

Anyone under the age of 25, regardless of gender, can reach out and take out of the jar once.

If you haven't taken out something, you can't take it out again, otherwise you will have bad luck.

If you can take out something from the jar, no matter what you take out, you can exchange it for a request from him, or you can touch it out to compensate one tael of silver at a time.

Children under the age of 12 can take out once with each hand.

Seeing this strange behavior, Wei Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the black clay pot.

This black pottery jar is the size of a wine jar, with a hexagonal mouth. The surface of the pottery pot is engraved with various beasts and cloud patterns, which looks very strange.

Under the eyes of Po Wang, Wei Yang was also a little surprised when he saw the information feedback.

Innate fishing magic urn (residual): Based on the innate purple air rod, using luck as bait, you can use the innate fishing magic urn to steal the wonders of heaven and earth.

The lack of innate purple qi rods can also be replaced by human hands, doubling the consumption of qi luck.

Good guy.

Is there such a baby in the world?

With this thing, wouldn't it be possible to steal anything you want from other places?

It's just that it consumes luck.

People have very little luck.

It is even more difficult to recover after using it.

This old man seems to be doing a loss-making business, but in fact, he is cheating people.

How can mere money be compared with luck?

Some people are living a good life, but their luck is gone, but if they encounter a little trouble, they will lose a lot, and they may even lose their lives.

The old man used the money to cut off the cause and effect, and enjoyed the benefits himself.

Bah, old age is not a thing.

I muttered in my heart.

Wei Yang just stood by and watched without disturbing.

The strange transaction of the old man with white beard soon attracted many people to watch.

Some people are curious and go to touch it.

But most people, after stretching out their hands, can't touch anything.

Some people actually took out some stones, grass, flowers, and even a snake from the pots, and they were scared to death.

But the old man with white beard is also very straightforward.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, he will give a tael of silver.

This attracts more people.

Seeing dozens of people surrounding him, Wei Yang could only keep backing away.

Yes, I'll just watch you perform.

But the cause and effect with me is not so easy to unravel.

When you're done, let's talk again.

Wei Yang remained calm.

Suddenly a voice came from beside him; "Can this be tolerated? Fuck him."

Wei Yang glanced and saw that the middle-aged fat man and the old fortune-teller were standing beside him, and it was the middle-aged fat man who spoke.

Wei Yang smiled: "Scholars don't like violence, it's fate that this uncle is here, so it's okay to lend him some use."

"Heh, brother, you have a really good temper. If it were me who took my position like this, I would definitely retaliate against him." The middle-aged fat man vowed.

Wei Yang smiled and said nothing.

What a fool, if it were you, you would be flattering and flattering.

I don't believe it, you can't see the essence of this thing.

"Students, this is also an opportunity to make money. You can earn a tael if you dig it out. Isn't this much better than writing letters? How many words do you have to write to earn a tael of silver. "The old fortune-teller also spoke.

Wei Yang shook his head and shook his head: "A gentleman makes money in a proper way. This kind of unexpected windfall is not what I want, but it is a bad thing. And this fat man, I think your business is not good, why don't you give it a try?"

You pretend.

I also pretend.

You are tigers pretending to be pigs.

I am an ancient beast pretending to be a pig.

Let's see who is dumbfounded in the end.

"Our Taoist school doesn't like windfalls either." The old fortune-teller replied calmly.

"I don't like money." The middle-aged fat man was more direct.

Wei Yang twitched the corner of his mouth.

You are so shameless.

But these two guys don't make money here, and they don't leave. What are they for?

Is there anything special about this border town?

It's been a month, and Wei Yang hasn't noticed anything unusual. The only thing is that the residents here seem to be living happily, and there's no reason for that.

I'm thinking about it.

Wei Yang suddenly moved his eyes slightly, looking in one direction.

Over there, there is a terrifying aura rushing over. This is a real immortal, one level higher than that old man with white beard.

Seems to have found trouble.

The white-bearded old man who was originally smiling suddenly had a solemn expression, put away the clay pot, and said, "Okay, the number of times is slow today, and I will come again sometime when I am old."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared out of thin air, causing a lot of exclamations, saying that he had encountered a fairy.

Wei Yang remained calm, and said to the veteran fortune teller and the middle-aged fat man: "It seems that trouble is coming, I'd better go back to study today, it's not suitable for business."

After speaking, Wei Yang went back home.

The old fortune-teller and the middle-aged fat man obediently returned to their original positions, waiting with burning eyes.

After a while, a figure came down, but it was a girl in red. She looked around and snorted coldly, "You run pretty fast, you're smart."

After that, he looked at the old fortune teller and the middle-aged fat man.

These two guys quickly squeezed out a flattering smile.

The girl in red scrutinized them for a while, but found no abnormality on them, and then said: "Be honest, or get out."

"What the fairy said is, we must obey."

"Yes, yes, we listen to the fairy."

The girl didn't bother to answer, turned and left.

On the way back, Wei Yang saw this scene in his eyes, his eyes moved slightly.

It seems that the problem of this border town has something to do with this real fairy in red. Remember her aura, and you can find out the depth when you turn around.

Wait until you get back to your yard.

Wei Yang waved his hands, and a self with the same breath as his appeared, sitting down and pretending to read.

But Wei Yang himself looked in one direction, and grinned: "Why are you running? I want to take out such a fun jar."

With that said, Wei Yang disappeared out of thin air.