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Turning around a path, An Yiyuan almost went blind.

Word bubbles are all floating in front of my eyes. In order not to block each other, they tacitly fill the available space from the sky to the ground, and even managed to leave a gap for people and stalls... It's really sour.An Yiyuan supported the wall to stabilize, endured his dizziness and began to think about what to do if this situation continued.

He really can't bear the world full of labels, despair.

So can I just turn off the identification technique... Either don't use it or go blind... It's too cruel, can't it be more flexible?If this is his ability, it should be able to change according to his will.

An Yiyuan looked at the sky full of words again, resisting the danger of burning the titanium alloy dog's eyes, and arranged them.As expected, following his thoughts, the text bubbles shrunk sharply, and all of them became small dots floating obediently in the lower right corner of the corresponding items, and when he needed a certain one, An Yiyuan could check it in detail.

It's like a touch screen game.

However, this is much more serious and high-end than gaming.

An Yiyuan started to look at the stall beside him, and found some details.

Not every product has text bubbles, and the part that doesn't seem to be a specialty of the cultivation world.

More sampling is required.

Walking slowly through several stalls, An Yiyuan found that there was a piece of jade with writing bubbles. According to the notes, it was just an ordinary jade. Apart from the high quality that could carry formations, it could be said to be mortal jade.So the target of the identification technique is something that the master can use?

Very nice style.

Most of the stall owners accept mortal currency, and there are QR codes for payment on the stalls, and some of them are estimated to be bartered, and there is no payment channel-transfers are not ruled out.An Yiyuan felt that he still needed some time to accept this style of painting... Thinking about it, it seems quite interesting?

An Yiyuan stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner seemed to be a young man, dressed in simple and crisp clothes, with a unique cropped shaved head—excluding Foxiu, he might have the shortest hair present.The stalls are also very distinctive. The goods are placed randomly, and the variety is so diverse that there is basically no repetition. If you separate the things and pull a rope outside, you can play the ring game.

Especially cordial.

Seeing An Yiyuan stop, the stall owner yawned, "Just look around, I don't know what these things are useful for."

"Then how do you sell it?"

"Sell whatever you want."

"..."

The price is probably set randomly, fellow Daoist, you practice random Dafa, right?

There was a futon on the opposite side of the stall owner. An Yiyuan lifted his robe and sat down, only to find that the stall owner was sitting on a futon-sized tortoise shell. Burning butt pain?Don't know how to do this.

Maybe it's a kind of practice... huh?

An Yiyuan clicked on the text bubble next to each item and carefully checked the item description.At this time, An Yiyuan, who was still a mortal in terms of cultivation base, originally wanted to buy one or two casually because of the high-grade appearance of the things on this stall, but he really found a treasure.

It should be counted.

An Yiyuan's understanding of the realm of comprehension is pitiful, and Yan Yi is obviously not a competent guide, so An Yiyuan has no way of judging the value of treasures...but those that can store things should be good treasures, right?Yes, what An Yiyuan was looking at was a magic weapon for storage. It looked like an inconspicuous brown wooden bead, which was strung on a black thread... It was a bracelet.

[Name: Storage Bracelet.Storage method: no requirement.Function: It can store 5X5 square meters of dead objects, normal temperature, stackable, and no living objects can be placed. ]

The space of 25 square meters is more than enough for one person.

Seeing the explanation that only dead things can be stored, An Yiyuan resentfully gave up his idea of ​​living in it, and began to think about what would happen if he put a live chicken in it.Don't worry, I didn't even buy it.The stall was unexpectedly deserted, the monks stopped and left, some chatted with the stall owner, and then were defeated by the casual Dafa.

There are too many small things here and there, and some of them are good-looking without words. An Yiyuan thought that if he bought one, he could give it as a gift, so he picked up a beautiful jade dragon ornament to see the details——

The jade dragon glowed in his hand.

glowed.

The.

It would be fine if it was just a faint light, but this white light shot straight into the sky, and a thin beam was particularly eye-catching. Although it was fleeting, the monk's vision and perception could still capture it.

The treasure was born? !

Amidst the din, the unattended booth was immediately filled with people, three floors inside and three floors outside of the second speed, and someone couldn't wait to raise his voice: "Bian Xiao, what good things did you get?"

The stall owner—now An Yiyuan knows his name is Bian Xiao—lazily replied, "I don't know."

The speaker didn't seem to intend to ask anything out of his mouth, but just greeted out of habit. Before Bian Xiao finished speaking, he looked at An Yiyuan who was pinched by the rushing crowd and couldn't reduce his sense of presence... Yulong, "This fellow Taoist, can you show me?"

The eyes of the monks followed closely.

An Yiyuan was under a lot of pressure.

The monk who seemed to be familiar with Bian Xiao spoke again: "Poverty Daoqiu Ming, he is quite famous in the monk alliance. I can assure you that the right of first refusal to this magic weapon is yours. If you don't get it, no matter how this magic weapon ends up Whoever buys it will give you proper compensation, Fellow Daoist." The monk with the Taoist name Qiu Ming straightened his wide sleeves reservedly, listening to the whispers around him——

"Qiu Ming San Ren?"

"You don't even know him? Fragments of Heavenly Court..."

"Ah, Qiuming Sanren! This is the first time I've seen a living one!"

Seems famous?

An Yiyuan also felt that this dao name was a bit familiar, but it didn't make sense, he just opened the door to the new world today, and he had never heard of dao names other than the respected old man... and so on.There is something missing if I only talk about Akina, but if I add "mountain"...

"Autumn famous mountain."

Muttering was drowned in the noisy environment, but Qiuming Sanren jumped up as if stepping on a nail, "I don't drive!"

An Yiyuan: "..."

People who don't know the truth: "???"

Bian Xiao: "Oh."

An Yiyuan had a sympathetic face.

The psychological shadow can be said to be very serious.

There was still no text bubble next to Yulong, An Yiyuan had more guesses in his heart, and handed it to Qiu Ming Sanren.Qiu Ming Sanren took it, and took out all kinds of incomprehensible detection tools from his wide sleeves, and began to operate them, which seemed to be very profound. An Yiyuan looked around and found that most of the monks seemed to be confused.

Mental balance.

Some testing tools have text bubbles next to them, and the explanations are very simple. Although they didn't explain the origin of these tools, An Yiyuan guessed that they were made by Qiu Ming Sanren himself, um, DIY.

"strangeness……"

Qiu Ming Sanren frowned, and handed the jade dragon to the next monk who reached out.After turning around, even Bian Xiao tried, but there was still no response, and Yulong returned to An Yiyuan's hand... Everyone saw that Yulong faintly glowed, although it was not as strong as it was just now. But it is also radiant and gentle, telling its extraordinaryness silently.

Could this be the live version of "Treasure Chooses the Lord"?

While everyone was staring at him, he couldn't help but look at this lucky monk. He looked like a young man, wearing a dainty Taoist uniform, everything from a Taoist crown to shoes and socks, but his hair only reached his ears, and his neck was still hanging. A striking camera...

Kind of messy.

Fortunately, there are quite a few monks who follow the mix-and-match style, and everyone is almost used to it.

It's just that this one is a little unfamiliar.

An Yiyuan felt that his thin skin would be pierced by these sharp eyes, and said shyly, "Maybe I was an activation code in my previous life?"

Everyone: "..."

Qiu Ming Sanren was dumbfounded.

Have you considered the feeling of the activation code? !Did you really have an activation code in your last life? !

Such a fresh and refined point of view made everyone speechless for a while, Bian Xiao began to chase them away, "It's gone, why are you standing here, can I still do business?"

The treasure was obviously not destined for him, and the monks dispersed one after another, but there were always a few who were looking for a sense of presence—the young monk stopped in front of An Yiyuan, and made a salute: "Hello fellow Taoist, Poor Daoming Be polite."

"Be polite."

An Yiyuan had a smile on his face, but he was so anxious that he wanted to post a post asking for help: What should I answer at this time?Is this question beyond the outline? !

Seeing the clumsy response from the other party, Ming Liu couldn't help but smile, "Dare you ask about the Youdao Number?"

"Not yet."

"...Dare to ask your friend's name?"

An Yiyuan's mind flashed N spells related to the name in an instant, the most famous ones are King Golden Horn and King Silver Horn in Journey to the West holding purple gold and red gourds and shouting "Sun Wukong, I call you, do you dare to agree?" Is it?", so with a cautious attitude, and in order to prevent himself from wronging good people and hurting people's hearts, An Yiyuan decisively changed his surname, "Song Yiyuan."

Song is An Yiyuan's mother's surname.

Ming Liu said a few more unnutritious words, the point is to naturally draw out his identity as a disciple of Zhaoyao Mountain, but Mengxin An Yiyuan doesn't know what sect Zhaoyao Mountain is, Ming Liu can be said to be flirting at the blind man Look, I finally left unhappy, without mentioning the exchange of WeChat IDs and the like.

An Yiyuan felt a little guilty.

Maybe people are really just here to make friends...

Bian Xiao said lightly: "You still need to temper your temper." Seeing An Yiyuan looking over, Bian Xiao added, "I say him."

An Yiyuan agreed, "I think so too."

After picking out storage bracelets, jade dragon ornaments, and two wooden Buddha statues, An Yiyuan settled the bill, and bought a lot of food at other stalls—mainly all kinds of elixirs and spiritual fruits that are said to have tastes approved by the public. Only bits and pieces are left on him.Of course, there is no loss.

If the rich and powerful were given a chance, they would definitely cry and shout to buy these things at ten times or twenty times the price. Now that they have this chance, why not do it?And the monks did not sell these to mortals, presumably they were restrained.

It should be related to the agreement that Yan Yi said.

An Yiyuan made this judgment and walked to the management office.No, it can't be called an office, it should be considered a... convenience store?An Yiyuan saw the eye-catching notice pasted next to the counter with a clear red background and yellow letters——

Tips

In response to the national environmental protection call, our store no longer provides plastic bags for additional packaging. Customers are requested to bring their own environmental protection bags.If necessary, our store only provides food environmental protection bags, the price is 1 yuan / piece.

A small supermarket in the Management Office of the Integrated Center of the Monks Union

2037.5.1

An Yiyuan: "..."

What? !The bag actually costs a dollar? !

The author has something to say:

An An: (reciting poems) How to relieve worries?Only get rich. (Shocked) Wait, why are bags so expensive? !

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