After time travel, I got rich by catching ghosts and selling talismans

Cen Yuan opened the can of Coke and took a few sips, walked to the railing of the balcony, and looked out.

He was tall and long-legged, wearing a well-fitting black overcoat, with a stern aura lingering all over his body, Wu Xuan sat on the hanging basket and looked up, the bronze bracelet on his wrist inadvertently let out a "ding" a soft sound.

Wu Xuan came back to his senses suddenly, and lowered his eyelashes to cover up the momentary daze: "Fellow Daoist Cen is here, what's the matter?"

The feeling just now is really very familiar, so familiar that he almost feels...

Did Cen Xiaomei borrow money from him before and didn't pay it back...?

Cen was forced to owe money and refused to repay. Yuan didn't know anything about it, and invited Grandmaster Wuxuan to go shopping and eat together in a very silly and sweet way.

After blindly summarizing the meaning of Cen Yuan's words, Master Wuxuan thought for a while, then nodded lightly and said, "Okay."

It's just a matter of tasting the delicacies of Myanmar... rub your hands together.

Hearing this, Cen Yuan's expression seemed to soften for a moment, his stern brows and eyes slightly melted, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and a faint smile appeared: "Friend Wu Dao."

I have to say that sometimes Director Cen is really a person with great talent for acting. Facing Grandmaster Wuxuan's occasional showmanship, he not only behaves very calmly, but can even fight against Grandmaster Wuxuan...

Alas, she is beautiful and talented, she is worthy of being his little cook.Grandmaster Wuxuan glanced at him with satisfaction, his long eyelashes were as thick as crow feathers, and his jet-black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of bright and colorful colored glass in the sunlight, sparkling and deep, even the slightly raised corners of the eyes looked beautiful Incredible.

Cen Yuan looked at him from top to bottom, thought for a while, then stretched out a hand in front of Wu Xuan.

Wu Xuan: "?"

Cen Yuan saw that he had not moved for a long time: "?"

Wu Xuan looked at Cen Yuan's posture, then at himself lying limp in the hanging basket, he straightened up slowly, and stood up with a calm expression on the armrest of the hanging basket: "Let's go. "

Cen Yuan withdrew his hand silently, took the can of ice coke that was not too cold, opened the door and walked out first.

After finally completing the formalities to go abroad, Li Daochang and others have already gone shopping with their wallets in their hands.Cen Yuan walked to the elevator at the end of the corridor, pressed the button to go downstairs, and took a sip of the Coke in his hand.

Wu Xuan slowly approached him, his eyes swept over the can of Coke in his hand, thoughtfully.

It turns out that Fellow Daoist Cen also likes to drink Coke...

Then the cola chicken wings can be arranged in the future.

Cen Yuan: "...?"

How do you feel the cool air behind you?

He turned his head and glanced, and saw the kind smile on Master Wuxuan's face: "..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Cen Yuan walked into the opened elevator door and called out in a low voice, "Friend Wu Dao—"

He seemed a little helpless, and looked straight at him with stern eyebrows.Wu Xuan raised his eyes and looked at him, and followed him in with a blank expression.

...Tsk, I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Cen to be able to speak Burmese.

Wu Xuan followed Cen Yuan to a Burmese specialty restaurant, and saw Cen Yuan holding a menu full of Burmese language and calmly spit out a bunch of strange Burmese words to the waiter beside him...

It's actually quite novel.

Wu Xuan tapped on the table with his fingertips, Cen Yuan also stopped his voice, closed the menu, and handed it back to the waiter.

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Cen to speak Burmese well." Wu Xuan took a sip of the tea here, and the sour and spicy taste hit his nose, making his eyes turn red, and the spiritual power in his body instantly flowed, and the tea Refined as much as possible.

...This is a bit too bad to drink.

But if you lose, you don't lose, no matter how bad the drink is, you can't show a little bit of ugliness!

The redness in Wu Xuan's eyes melted quickly, and the whole person was indifferent, just lowered his eyes, and quietly pushed the water glass in front of him towards the middle of the dining table.

Keep pushing.

A smile flashed across Cen Yuan's eyes.

There were a lot of people in the restaurant, but after they ordered, someone brought the dishes quickly.

Cen Yuan pushed one of the bowls of soup powder in front of Wu Xuan, then took two seasoning dishes, and brought him a small dish of dipping sauce.

Wu Xuan curiously took a sip of the bowl of noodle soup that Cen Yuan pushed over: "...it's a bit fishy."

The mouth of this talisman master is really big.Director Cen nodded, and put the prepared dipping material on his right hand: "This is Myanmar's special fish soup powder."

Grandmaster Wuxuan was used to being served by others, and he was not unaccustomed to being taken care of by Cen Yuan at this time. He picked up a dish of food and picked up a chopstick and dipped it in the dish of dipping sauce at hand, and tasted it again.

Hot and sour, it's not that it's not delicious... Wu Xuan frowned, and finally took out the small jerky in his bag silently, and took a couple of mouthfuls.

Cen Yuan raised his eyes: "Not to your liking?"

Wu Xuan: "...the taste is a bit strange."

In fact, it's not a little strange, but very strange. Only the taste of the dipping sauce prepared by Daoyou Cen can barely make up for his weak heart.

Also said not picky eaters.Cen Yuan couldn't help laughing, put down his chopsticks, took two small cakes in his bag, and handed them over. Looking at Wu Xuanming's bright eyes, he couldn't say a thousand words.

"Eat."

Wu Xuan looked at the two small cakes reservedly for a while, but was finally overwhelmed by the strange taste left on the tip of his tongue. After touching a small cake, he took a bite out of it.

Cen Yuan watched him sip the cake, picked up the chopsticks, and quietly ate the bowl of noodle soup in front of him.

The food in Burmese is indeed not in line with the tastes of Chinese people. Although Cen Yuan has ordered according to Wu Xuan and his usual favorite taste, the food that he finally eats is not the same thing.Cen Yuan has lived for many years. Since his memory slowly began to fade, he has traveled to every corner of the world. Naturally, he has also been to Myanmar, and he also learned that fluent Myanmar language when he came here.

However, it has been so many years since he came here last time, and the taste of food here in Myanmar has not changed much.

Director Cen silently sucked the fish soup powder in front of him. Master Wu Xuan thought of the fishy smell he felt in his mouth just now, his expression seemed to freeze for a moment, and then he gave up a pack of small dried meat and handed it over: "If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it."

Cen Yuan... didn't think there was anything delicious or not. He cooks well, but he's not very picky about his food.But Wu Xuan handed over the jerky, so he didn't explain, put down his chopsticks, unwrapped the jerky and ate a piece.

good smell.

Even a little sweet.

Grandmaster Wuxuan couldn't help sighing when he saw Cen Xiaomei obediently nibbling the jerky and even seemed aggrieved.

Letting a person who cooks deliciously by himself eat this kind of weird food... It's cruel to think about it.

Grandmaster Wuxuan's heart was full of love and affection, and he even imagined a series of tragic things that caused Xiaomei Cen to "reluctantly" eat the unpalatable food because she had nothing to eat when she was a child. Xiang Cen Yuan's eyes softened for a moment, and he didn't feel sorry for the little jerky and cakes anymore. He took out two packs of jerky again from his bag, and pushed one of the uneaten cakes in front of Cen Yuan.

Cen Yuan: "?"

"Ah Yuan don't have to force yourself." Because this is in a restaurant in Burma, there might be someone staring at him, so Wu Xuan changed his address and said with a solemn expression.

Director Cen Yuan was a little dazed, but he still raised his head obediently and said, "Um... okay?"

It looks even more pitiful.

He glanced at the jerky and small cakes that Wu Xuan handed over, but he didn't retreat back, he just put them away, and kept them until the fellow Wu Dao next to him got hungry, and then gave them to him to satisfy his hunger.

Seeing Cen Yuan taking the jerky and small cakes, Wu Xuan smiled faintly.

Cen Yuan: "Witch... Ah Xuan?"

Calling his own name in a deep voice, Wu Xuan frowned slightly, subconsciously said: "What?"

Cen Yuan glanced at him quietly, then lowered his eyes and said, "No, I just wanted to ask Ah Xuan if you want to go shopping in the Jade Trading Street."

Wu Xuan had already grasped the nearby things clearly through his divine sense, so he was not surprised when he heard what Cen Yuan said at this time. After thinking about it, he said, "Sounds very interesting."

It means that I want to go to Kangkang!

Rub hands.

Cen Yuan nodded, and called the waiter to pay the bill. Seeing Wu Xuan looking over, he explained to him: "It can be reimbursed."

... Unexpectedly, Fellow Daoist Cen, who looks like a beautiful and deserted little beauty, actually knows about "eating and drinking with public money".

Grandmaster Wuxuan didn't have the self-consciousness of leading a bad boy, and looked at Cen Yuan skillfully swiping his card to pay the bill with a calm expression, always feeling weird.

"Let's go, Ah Xuan." Cen Yuan stood up from his seat and called in a low voice.

Wu Xuan finished the last bite of the small cake: "Yes."

The jadeite trading street is called jadeite trade, but in fact most of the stalls sell rough jadeite. After all, compared with finished jadeite, Myanmar is most famous for its rich jadeite rough.

Large and small rough stones were randomly thrown on the ground, and many Burmese people greeted pedestrians loudly.

Jade merchants from various countries and regions, or stone gamblers with the idea of ​​getting rich overnight squatted on the ground, holding a magnifying glass to carefully look at the green and moss-covered rough stones, and stroking them with their hands from time to time. On the surface of the original stone, the expression is serious, as if it is performing an extremely precise surgical operation.

"Two handsome guys, let's take a look at the rough stone. This is a pure old pit rough stone!" Wu Xuan and Cen Yuan both looked good in appearance. Although they were dressed in simple clothes, they looked shabby. They had just walked into this jade trading street. Many original businessmen have been eyeing them, and they have been selling rough stones on their stalls to them in either jerky or proficient Chinese and English.

As a Mahayana cultivator, Master Wuxuan's sensitivity to aura perception is far superior to ordinary people even if he does not activate his spiritual consciousness. He dragged Cen Yuan along the street for a while, then chose a small stall, leaned over and After looking at all the big and small rough stones, he lifted his arm lightly, and his fingers landed on a rough stone about half a person's height: "This piece..."

"This handsome guy has good eyesight!" The small vendor's eyes flashed, and he sold it in pure Chinese with a smile on his face, "This is a pure rough stone from the old pit jade mine, and the possibility of turning green is very high! If you If you want it, I will reluctantly sell it, pack the whole rough stone, and only charge you 20 Chinese currency!"

Wu Xuan: "..."

Does he look deceptive?

Wu Xuan raised his eyebrows, knocking on the stone and wanted to bargain, but before he could speak, a voice came in: "Master Yang, come and see this rough stone."

Then the voice said to the stall owner: "This rough stone is expensive at 20, how about it, 12, I'll take it."

Hearing this voice, Wu Xuan negotiated the price with the stall owner on his own, slowly curled his lips, stood up straight and looked behind him.

A gentle-looking young man pushed his glasses, and said to Wu Xuan who was looking over, "I'm sorry, I like this rough stone, so you're welcome."

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes when he looked at Wu Xuan, but his expression was well controlled, his words were modest and polite, and he made enough gestures.

The stall owner next to him saw that someone had also taken a fancy to that piece of rough stone, and he was concerned about it. Just as he was about to refine the price, he heard the handsome guy who came before say a word: "Then please do whatever you want, sir."

The stall owner was dumbfounded, and the gentle young man was also a little surprised.

But Wu Xuan let Cen Yuan wipe his hands with a handkerchief, his brows and eyes were cold, and there was a faint smile on his lips: "Just ask Mr. Kong to understand the rules of this industry before bidding."

"Rules?" Seeing Wu Xuan's increasingly beautiful face in the clouds, the gentle young man couldn't help but step forward and asked, "What rules?"

The author has something to say: Brother Xuan: A little angry ￣へ￣

Cen Ju: Wipe your hands, don’t be angry (*≧з)(ε≦*)