Heartthrob, he's always crashing

"Is there anyone in the royal family who knows my original appearance?" Shen Yanjun raised his hand and touched his chin, wondering: "Isn't that only Du Qiaoqi? But how could he harm me?"

"Go ahead and ask." Chu Qinghan glanced at the portrait again, and could see that the painter was very good at painting, and the paper was made of high-quality paper. This painting should have been treasured before.

The old man nodded and led the people out of the alley.

To be on the safe side, both Chu Qinghan and Shen Yanjun had changed their faces.

The black market in the imperial city is more prosperous than that of the Qiuyan faction, and the types of things sold are also richer, but because a few people are busy with their work, they don't have the heart to search for these things.

The old man led the way. After the two left the black market, they faced a residence with no one nearby. After walking outside, they heard people's relatively lively conversations and hawking.

Most people still don't know how serious the situation has become, and they still live their daily lives. On the surface, it seems that there is no change, but those who have something hidden in their hearts, almost all of them have serious complexions.

The number of people they passed gradually increased, and finally the two of them followed the old man to a restaurant that Du Qiaoqi once told them was the best restaurant in the capital, and it was also the one where they met Su Qin for the first time.

As soon as the old man entered the door, the shopkeeper's expression changed when he saw the person behind him, and he stood up from the chair.

The servant next to him stepped forward and asked, "Sir, do you want to go to the elegant seat on the second floor, or just find someone here?"

"Second floor." The old man's voice was hoarse. After he finished speaking, he gave a dry cough, nodded his head to the shopkeeper, and then said to the two people behind him, "Follow me."

The shopkeeper glanced at the two people following the old man, took out a bead from his ring, crushed it lightly, and then slowly sat back in his seat.

Shen Yanjun paid attention to the opponent's small movements, but just as he was going to ask Chu Qinghan, he pulled the corner of his clothes and said to him with his spiritual sense: "It's okay."

Hearing this, Shen Yanjun withdrew his movements and followed the old man up to the second floor.

After the boy took him to the innermost room on the second floor, he lowered his eyes, and the professional smile on his face faded completely, "Mr. Su, who are these two?"

"They are friends of Young Master Du." The old man replied.

"Master Du's friend?" The servant looked at the two suspiciously. Du Qiaoqi never said he had any friends.

But if it was what Su Lao said, then there should be no problem.

The boy nodded, pushed the door open, and said, "Master Du should be resting now, he hasn't slept for several days."

"En." The old man replied, and then brought Shen Yanjun and the two into the room.

This room was no different from those outside, and there was no one in it.

After the boy closed the door, a layer of khaki spiritual power emerged from the old man's body. The next moment, the entire inner wall of the room seemed to be getting closer to them, and Shen Yanjun became subconsciously on guard.

"Master Shen, don't be nervous, I'll be fine soon."

The old man laughed hoarsely, and then a pair of ravine hands stuck to the wall on one side. A rectangular crack appeared on the wall in the next moment, and then the whole block collapsed in an instant, and a wall was connected to the other side. Deep tunnel.

Shen Yanjun had seen it just now, the room they entered was in the innermost position, only one wall away from the outside, and the place the old man opened was leading to the outside, so there shouldn't be a tunnel, he Shouldn't it be blue sky and white clouds?

"What kind of exercise is this?" Shen Yanjun took a closer look at the tunnel, although it was very dark inside, he could still recognize the tunnel leading to the ground.

The only thing he knows that can connect the two places together is the teleportation array, and the teleportation array has no way to see the two places intuitively, but the old man in front of him can completely do this.

Isn't this a humanoid advanced teleportation array?

"This is not some kind of skill, it's a special skill that belongs to my blood, but the medium must need soil of this material." The old man stretched out his hand and touched the wall, with a hint of nostalgia in his expression, "But now This kind of soil is as rare as my blood, and Young Master Du searched for it for several years before he found it."

"How many years?" Shen Yanjun was a little shocked by the informative words from the old man.

He raised his eyes to look at Chu Qinghan, co-authored until the end, the only one who played with him was really living a boring life of cultivating immortals every day, while others had already started to build their own power in private?

But in the final analysis, the person next to him is more terrifying. Although Du Qiaoqi is weaving his own web, his actions are invisibly controlled by Chu Qinghan.

"Lead the way." Seeing that Shen Yanjun's expression became more and more strange, Chu Qinghan must be thinking about something messy again, so he gave the old man a look and signaled him to continue.

After receiving the gaze, the old man walked into the tunnel.

The tunnel is not particularly narrow, allowing two people to walk side by side.

After a short distance, flames gradually appeared in front of them, and the tunnel behind them slowly closed as they left. After half a cup of tea, the tunnel in front of them opened up in an instant. , more than a dozen soldiers came head-on, and surrounded them with silver guns.

"Old Su, who is behind you?" the soldier captain looked at the old man and asked.

"They are acquainted with Young Master Du, and they are here to help." The old man replied.

"We are here to help," Shen Yanjun simply took out the jade pendant given to him by Du Qiao from the ring, "It was given to me by Du Qiao, if our relationship is not good, how could he put this Give me?"

The soldier captain squinted his eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

"Shen Yanjun."

The soldier looked away, and then said to one of the people beside him, "Go and call Young Master Du, and tell him that a man named Shen Yanjun is looking for him."

"Yes." After hearing that, the man put away his silver gun and ran quickly to the other side of the tunnel.

Not long after, Du Qiaoqi rushed in from the tunnel in another direction. The young man hadn't rested for a long time, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his clean chin was also covered with stubble, and he was combed very neatly His hairstyle was also messed up a lot at the moment, and he looked a little depressed.

When he saw those two people, he was taken aback for a moment, then Shen Yanjun waved his hand to them and shouted: "Junior Brother, I am here."

The young man's eyes lit up in an instant, and the bitterness on his face turned into joy in an instant. He walked up quickly, "Brother? Is it really you? Why are you here?"

Shen Yanjun puffed up his chest facing the soldiers, and said triumphantly: "See, I know you, Young Master Du."

After finishing speaking, the soldiers put away their weapons one after another, apologizing for their actions just now.

"It's okay, you guys are very vigilant." Although it is most likely that the shopkeeper at the door just tipped off the news, overall it is relatively safe.

"Where do you live, let's talk about it when we get there," Shen Yanjun took out a bottle of Huiling Pill from the ring and handed it to the other party, "Make it up first, have you finished all the pills I gave you before?"

Du Qiaoqi nodded slightly, "Yes."

"It's okay, brother, I still have a lot here, just enough." Shen Yanjun followed Du Qiaoqi for a long time, during which Du Qiaoqi didn't interact with the old man and Chu Qinghan, as if these two people didn't exist at all.

After Du Qiaoqi's explanation along the way, Shen Yanjun almost understood the general situation.

They didn't intend to rebel before, but the plan at that time seemed to be guessed. Some people intercepted their initial preparations in advance, and finally forced them to rebel in advance. As a result, they just took the first step He was almost caught at the first step.

Fortunately, Su Lao told them the day before and told them to hide, so they escaped and reserved more time to observe the situation.

Afterwards, many important officials in the imperial city were secretly killed, but the people who killed them deliberately put those charges on Du Qiaoqi's head, which made it impossible for the young man to show up again.

They have been trapped here for some time, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Baichutong has also stopped recently, but the chain of interests connected by Baichutong has not been broken. Those who have cooperated with Du Qiaoqi are also secretly joining forces to come here. If it doesn't work, they will directly attack.

Du Qiaoqi's room was relatively in the back. After entering, Shen Yanjun raised his hand and cast a barrier around it.

Then the old man took out the poisonous weed grass and put it on the table in front of him, "I sneaked into Young Master Du's mansion and found it in Young Master Du's room, but Young Master Du never went back before that."

"It's not mine." Du Qiaoqi followed suit.

"That should also be framed."

Afterwards, the old man took out the painting again, "I found this from a royal family. Almost everyone has a copy. This one is the original manuscript, and the rest are copies."

Shen Yanjun asked Du Qiaoqi, "Brother, tell me the truth, did this painting come from you?" After all, in the imperial city, only Du Qiaoqi had seen his real face.

The latter was obviously a little confused when he saw it, but he didn't refute, "I obviously burned it."

"Burn it?" Shen Yanjun didn't quite understand why the other party wanted to burn his portrait.

"Well, after I left the Qiuyan Sect, I missed the people of Jiuquanmen very much, so I painted everyone's faces, and then I kept them locked in the cabinet. When the senior brother came to me, I Just burn them all," Du Qiaoqi said.

"But why did it fall into the hands of others, and one of them?" Shen Yanjun was puzzled by this.

Du Qiaoqi got closer and took a closer look, sniffed it, frowned, and suddenly said: "I didn't draw this."

"The ink I used is not the same as the ink used on this paper." Du Qiaoqi frowned, "The reason why he came to my picture is to provoke our relationship. It seems that the person who drew this picture Maybe someone we both know."

Du Qiaoqi's words once again cast a veil over the identity of the person who drew this picture.

Shen Yanjun scratched his head a little irritatedly. Originally, he covered himself well, but the feeling of being leaked inadvertently was really uncomfortable.

Du Qiaoqi and Chu Qinghan looked at each other, then Du Qiaoqi looked at Shen Yanjun and said, "Brother, I need your help with something here."

"Tell me, I'll do my best for you." Shen Yanjun agreed without hesitation.

Du Qiaoqi took out a piece of paper from his ring and handed it to Shen Yanjun, "I need all these things, brother, try to buy them all, and go to the black market to find them. These things should be available there."

Shen Yanjun didn't even look at it and directly put it in the ring, "Okay, I'll go right away."

He walked two steps and saw that Chu Qinghan didn't follow at all, so he looked over blankly.

The latter nodded to him, "I'll stay here."

"Okay." Shen Yanjun didn't say anything, seeing that the person didn't follow him this time, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he was still taken out from this place first.

After Du Qiaoqi saw the young man leave, he raised his hand and pinched the base of his nose, and looked at Chu Qinghan with some anger, "This is your plan? Why did you bring him here?"

Chu Qinghan looked down at him with complicated emotions, "He called me in advance."

"Brother proposed?" Du Qiaoqi frowned slightly, a little in disbelief, "How did he know that something happened to me?"

"I don't know." Chu Qinghan glanced at the painting with downcast eyes, and his eyes fell on a smooth broken line of the hook, the color of his eyes became darker.

"Anyway, he can't be allowed to intervene." Du Qiao breathed out and said directly.

People in the world of cultivating immortals can't overly interfere with mundane affairs, like killing people for others, but if they intervene, the monks who participate in the next tribulation will be annihilated by the Dao of Heaven.

After all, compared with those people in the mortal world, a monk who entered the consecration period is enough for thousands of soldiers.

This is also relatively fair.

The old man named Su in the book lost most of his life the next time he crossed the catastrophe because he helped Du Qiaoqi. Later, after he was raised with a lot of money, his cultivation base was also nearly half destroyed, and his ascension directly became A dream that will never be attained.

Even so, in some armies, there will be one or two monks who are willing to degenerate for the sake of glory and wealth or to take care of the whole family. They take pills to force themselves to be promoted, and then become killers for some nobles. Such people usually do not live long. .

In short, the end will be miserable.

It was impossible for Du Qiaoqi to make Shen Yanjun become like that, so he sent people away in advance.

……

Shen Yanjun stood at the gate of the black market with the list in his hand, with a complicated expression on his face.

The younger brother told him that the things he needed were extremely difficult to find, but he was here to help others, so it was no problem to find things.

"Aren't there just a few relatively high-level magic tools and herbs? It's not a big problem." Shen Yanjun wiped his face, gave himself a soft breath, and walked in.

The things in the black market in the imperial city are very complicated, and Shen Yanjun felt his eyes dim after just looking at it for a while.

He rubbed his eyes, squeezed his face with his hands, let himself calm down first, don't be too impatient, and then looked at the shops one by one, looking around a little bit.

Because of the experience of visiting the black market before, Shen Yanjun directly skipped those shops with very luxurious decorations, and chose the ones that are relatively simple in comparison. A piece of cloth, and then put your own things in a pile on it, and wait for someone to come and scour it.

Often this kind of things are easier to produce uncommon things, the key is relatively cheap.

Soon, Shen Yanjun saw what he wanted in front of a man wrapped in a black cloak.

"I have the rare Chizhu sword and Fanshuang sword here!" Among all the shouts, this sentence was mixed, and it stopped the person who had just walked a few steps in the direction of the black cloak.

Shen Yanjun subconsciously turned his head and looked over. Judging from his behavior, the peddler should be a man from the palace. Although the other party was wearing coarse linen clothes, his half-kneeling posture belonged to the kind of trained regularity.

His voice was thin, his yang energy was insufficient, and he looked like a disabled person.

Then he moved his eyes to look at the two swords in front of the opponent. From the outside, one of his two swords was indeed the Chizhu sword, but the real Fanshuang sword was actually an epee, while the opponent's was an epee. An extremely narrow and thin sword.

The real ones are in the hands of him and Chu Qinghan. Needless to say, these two are fakes, but the fake Chizhu Sword is much more similar than the Fanshuang Sword. They are almost identical. The last time this happened, it was the At Qiuyan faction's auction house.

Shen Yanjun walked over, and through the gap in the crowd, he found that the two swords each had a sword holder, and the sword holder of the Chizhu sword was better. It seemed that it was specially made of spirit wood, although the spirit wood Wood is not the last, but it should not be cheap.

There is still a very faint spiritual power exuding from the spirit wood sword rest, it can be seen that the owner of this sword should love this sword very much.

"Let's go." Shen Yanjun said in a low voice, and the next moment, the person appeared on the inner layer closest to the pavement.

The sword seller was taken aback when he saw Shen Yanjun appearing suddenly, then quickly recovered and asked, "Does the monk plan to buy these two swords back?"

Shen Yanjun squatted down, nodded his head, then moved his fingers slightly, and lifted up the sword holder with spiritual power. On the base of the sword holder, he saw a very small "Su" printed on it.

This is probably the one that Su Qin paid a lot of money for, no wonder it looks so similar.

After their house was wiped out, were all the contents stolen and resold?

Sometimes when a person dies, many things about him are only good in the eyes of others, not to mention that this person has not actually done anything particularly bad, which makes this person appear innocent.

In a daze, Shen Yanjun realized that the person who had troubled him for half a year was really gone.

Shen Yanjun looked at the palace man's eyes, and suddenly a trace of displeasure appeared in his heart, "Where did you get these two swords?"

The palace man was stunned for a moment, but his expression did not show any great panic, and he said very sophisticatedly: "The rules of the black market, don't ask for a way out?"

"Then if this is taken from some very dangerous places, who should I call if something goes wrong?"

"After buying and selling, the consequences are all at your own risk."

"Then you can be sure that yours is a good thing?"

"It's natural, the first and second of the nine great artifacts can't be good?"

"The first and second of the nine great artifacts are really good, but these two swords of yours are fakes." The young man stood up and said condescendingly.

"Hey, you guest is a bit dishonest, how can you directly slander other people's things as fakes?" The palace man looked at Shen Yanjun, still without any guilt, and said with righteous indignation.

It looked as if he had really been slandered.

The shop owner sitting next to him looked at Shen Yanjun, snorted, and spoke for others: "This is a black market, and the things sold there are genuine and fake. The key depends on the customer's experience, eyesight and luck. So what if it’s fake? I think you’re new here, right? You don’t even know the rules?”

"Yeah, I haven't seen you here before, and you started to challenge the rules of the black market when you first came?"

"If it's really like what you said, what's the difference between it and an ordinary businessman?"

"That's right, if you tell me what you're selling, wouldn't the fun of visiting the black market be reduced by half? Do you really think we're here to shop for things? We're here to enjoy the fun of finding treasures."

The people around chattered and said, looking at Shen Yanjun as if they were looking at a different kind.

"That's right! It's fair and easy, I think you just want to lower the price of me and buy it yourself, right?!" The palace man and the boss next to him sang together, but put a hat on Shen Yanjun.

The young man frowned slightly, and said again: "I really want to buy it, but I can tell it's a fake with my eyesight. Is there any problem?"

"How can you prove that it's a fake?" Na Gong's face was flushed with anger, he probably never met someone like Shen Yanjun who was unaffected by the outside world and persistently slapped him in the face.

"Yes, is it possible that you can take out another real one?"

As soon as one of the onlookers finished speaking, the people around burst into laughter. No one would care about the words of a young man who seemed to be full of innocence.

"Ah."

Shen Yanjun moved his hand slightly, and called out his talisman, the Frost Sword, in front of everyone. For a moment, the coercion emanating from the sword seemed like a dam that had accumulated a large lake broke, and the water inside was overwhelming. The rush came, directly suppressing the voices of the people in the entire black market.

The young man has been training in private for a long time, and the coercion of the sword is fixed within the scope of the black market. It may not be completely covered, but it is guaranteed that it will not go out at all.

The natal magic weapon will grow as the host's cultivation level increases. This is different from ordinary magic weapons. Now Shen Yanjun is only one step away from the distraction stage. In the entire continent, monks who have entered the distraction stage There are only more than 20 in total.

And most of these monks are retreating in the deep mountains and old forests, or sitting in various sects and being supported by some rich people. They will not appear here in a short time. Even if they come, he has Fanshuangjian and Dabai to help out. It's not that he can't beat it.

The people standing next to Shen Yanjun were the closest to the coercion, and felt the most intensely. More than a dozen people were frightened to the point of tearing their livers apart. When Shen Yanjun stood between them, he did not release any coercion at all. Putting the opponent's age here, no one thought that such a young man would have such a high level of cultivation.

The young man shook the sword in his hand, and took off half of the scabbard with the other hand, revealing the words on it, "Did you see it? This is the real Frost Sword, and the other one is in the hands of my Taoist companion. Do you think that is proof enough?"

The palace man was stupefied and nodded hurriedly. He swallowed his saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "Since the immortal knows it's a fake, why did he come here to buy it?"

Shen Yanjun smiled lightly, his penetrating and beautiful eyes narrowed into slits, like a little fox, but what he said made the palace people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, "Because this is what my Taoist companion sold to my friend , I’m quite surprised how could it appear here?”

"Stealing and selling the belongings of a first-rank official's family, which family should be punished for you? What's more, this person died not long ago. The Emperor has been sad for a long time because of this. Tell me, will he vent his anger on you?" Shen Yanjun used his voice spiritually. The pressure is lowered, and then transmitted to the other party's ear.

Hearing the voice in his ear, the palace man's already pale face turned blue in an instant, and he saw that the other party's eyes were turned upwards and he was about to faint.

How could Shen Yanjun let him get rid of it like this, stretched out his hand to grab the man's collar and pulled him back, lightly tapping the opponent's acupuncture points to keep him awake, "Don't be dizzy, you haven't told me the price yet."

The palace people and the people around looked at him as if they were looking at a devil. He shook his head vigorously and even waved his hands, "No money, no more, this is just a fake, worthless, give me both. Immortal."

"Don't do this, make it look like I'm robbing you." Shen Yanjun waved his hand and took his magic weapon back.

'Aren't you? 'The person next to him complained secretly.

"I'll give you five middle-grade spirit stones, as a thank you for bringing them out." After all, if you stay there, they will probably be confiscated by the emperor in the end.

The palace man nodded when he heard that there was still money in the end. Although it was different from his previous expectation, it was enough for him to save him from suffering for a while.

After Shen Yanjun finished exchanging with the man, he put the two swords and the sword holders into his holding ring, and then watched the other party pack up his things contentedly, and ran out of the black market.

At the same time, those who were surrounding him, especially those who had taunted him, shrank back into the corner like a mouse after seeing a cat.

Shen Yanjun hadn't bought everything yet, so naturally he couldn't leave. After recalling a little bit, he raised his eyes to look at the seller wearing a black cloak, but he couldn't find it anyway.

He had no choice but to go shopping again.

What he didn't expect was that no matter which store he went to, the other party would put the best and most authentic ones in his store at the top, and some would even tell him what it was, which greatly reduced his anxiety. The error rate to look for.

At the same time, after seeing the reactions of those shopkeepers, some shoppers began to cautiously follow behind Shen Yanjun. As soon as he left, they immediately rushed into the shops and bought all the good things.

Sensing a few inconspicuous but sad eyes of the shop owner, Shen Yanjun's conscience ached a little, so he simply found an open space, spread a piece of cloth on it, took out the refined medicine, and shouted: " It’s a barter! As long as you have the item on this piece of paper, you can ask me to exchange it for the sixth-level top-grade pill!”

When he yelled like this, everyone present was stunned. The first reaction was disbelief. Nowadays, high-grade alchemists are extremely rare, let alone high-grade and top-grade pills, but just now Shen Yanjun told everyone present that He showed his cultivation, and it should be acceptable for a person with such a cultivation to have such a high-level elixir.

So after one of the quick-witted people rushed here, almost everyone rushed here, including some shop owners.

Shen Yanjun saw the black cloak caught in the crowd, and when he used his spiritual power to detect it, it was still dark inside. It seemed that the cloak should be a high-level magic weapon specially used to hide his identity.

"Don't squeeze." Shen Yanjun retracted his gaze and laid out the paper in his hand. "The things are on it. If anyone of you has it, we can change it. If you don't have it, please make room for someone else. I'm in a hurry here."

After speaking, he propped his chin with his hands and waited quietly.

The crowd who came up heard what he said, and looked at the paper that the young man handed over.

"Three fifth-level Duan Shui swords, some sixth-level Siluocao, seven cans of sixth-level whitebait, nine instant bamboo plants, and one Mengailu." The ones in front read one by one.

The most indispensable thing in the black market is old oily son. After hearing what the other party needs, the excitement on his face fades instantly.

None of the things he needs to exchange is as precious as his sixth-grade pills, and the grades are not particularly high, but they are indeed extremely rare as we all know. If one of them appears on the black market, no matter how high it is, It must be bought by everyone, and most of these things are sold at the auction house, each of which is a sky-high price.

To be honest, there are very few people who have these and a lot of them.

Therefore, after they finished reading, many people retreated wisely, but those were only the majority, and the very few who remained still held those extremely rare items.

Shen Yanjun sat cross-legged on the cloth, looked up at the black cloak, and asked, "What do you have?"

The black cloak did not speak, but took out a handful of sixth-grade Si Luocao from his black robe, and there were about 20 or so plants.

This is one of the main materials used to refine the sixth-grade Si Luo Dan. The specific effect of Si Luo Dan is to hang people's lives. The effect of the medicine is completely over, and the effect of the medicine increases with the grade, and if it is a grade [-], it can last for about twelve days.

When Shen Yanjun read about this elixir in a medicine book, he gave it an alias - Xiaoqiang Dan.

"Okay! I'll give you a bottle of sixth-grade back spirit pill directly." Shen Yanjun picked up the medicine bottle, and handed over the medicine bottle with the other.

The opponent's hand looked bloodless under the contrast of the black cloak, it was frighteningly white, with blue tendons bulging like earthworms, it was the hand of an old man.

When the man's fingertips touched Shen Yanjun's palm, the young man inexplicably felt a chill. He subconsciously withdrew his hand, and Si Luocao was still tightly pinched. down.

And the black cloak had already left with the spirit pill.

Afterwards, several people who rushed home to pick up things came one after another. During this period, no one dared to fool Shen Yanjun with poor quality or similar ones, until it was dark and the black market was lit up After the lamp, Shen Yanjun had just exchanged half of it.

There is still one Duan Shui sword missing, five instant bamboo plants are missing, one can of whitebait is missing, and Meng Ailu is missing at all.

There is so much left, and I swore it before I left, and now I have no face to go back to work.

But he is very sleepy now, as if he hasn't slept for two or three months, and his head is groggy.

Shen Yanjun propped his chin with one hand, looked at the shop next door which was four or five meters away from him, he yelled, and asked lazily, "Are there many people here at night?"

The shop owner trembled with fright, nodded hurriedly, "There are more nights than days."

"Okay." Shen Yanjun responded, blinked vigorously, and forced himself to wake up. He raised his hand and fed himself a elixir, allowing Lingli to recover his body first.

Afterwards, he took out the 'sell at a low price' sign that he wrote when he was selling the map before from his receiving ring, used spiritual power to cut off a layer to remove the words, and then took a pen to write what he needed on it.

Then use some sticky grass juice to trace along the calligraphy and painting, and then buy a fluorescent ball from a nearby shop, crush it, and the fine powder falls on the wooden board, pat to remove the excess powder, and the remaining fluorescent fine powder All of them were pasted on the words covered with grass juice.

In the darkness, all the words that Shen Yanjun wrote just now were glowing, and after being injected with spiritual power, the light became even more dazzling.

The people next to him were secretly surprised when they saw his operation, and they all wrote it down in their hearts, planning to try it later at night.

Shen Yanjun's wooden sign soon attracted the guests who came at night. The young man dug out a spiritual herb that could repeat people's words from his A Yao's medicine garden, propped it up in a pot, and then patted the back of the flower's head, The flower said: "Don't miss it when you pass by. It's a barter. The sixth-level top-grade pill is exchanged for Duan Shuijian, Instant Silk Bamboo, Whitebait, and Mengailu—"

The flower's voice was very strange, a little shrill, like a girl's voice, but it had a strong penetrating power and a very wide range of transmission. After a while, many people were attracted to it.

The young man looked up at them, "Come one by one, the pills are limited, whoever changes first gets first."

"Little friend, are you sure that your elixir is the sixth-grade top-grade elixir?" A white-haired old man dressed luxuriously stood in front of Shen Yanjun.

Standing behind him were two men in gray disciple uniforms, their temperaments were actually two points similar to those of the Qiuyan sect monks, probably because everyone was cultivating immortals.

When the shop owners sitting around Shen Yanjun saw the old man, they all stood up and bowed to him, "Old Man."

Shen Yanjun didn't know who this person was, but judging from the attitudes of the people around him, it was estimated that he had a high status and a good prestige, and he probably had everything he wanted.

Shen Yanjun nodded without showing any timidity, "It's only natural."

Seeing how fearless the young man was, the old man laughed "Hang Chi", "Interesting, I haven't seen such beautiful eyes for a long time, where did you learn from?"

Judging from the other party's expression, it is estimated that lying will be seen through immediately, the young man glanced around, those people seemed to be unable to hear their conversation at all, they were all busy.

He is estimated to be trapped in a barrier now, anyway, it is not a shameful thing, and he did not cause trouble outside, Shen Yanjun replied frankly: "Qiuyan sect, Jiuquanmen, Fangqushuimen."

"Oh? It's actually a disciple of the Qiuyan Sect. This time Xiaoshui has taken in a good disciple," the old man slowly squatted down, and the two monks following him quickly called out a chair from the ring, Put it under the old man, just sitting on it, "You probably will come out in a few months, right? Why don't you come to my door? If the two of them are not kicked out by your master, they are your senior brothers."

"Senior knows my master?" Shen Yanjun changed to a relatively neat sitting posture, and looked at Elder Mu seriously.

"Of course I know, back then one person held up half the sky of the Qiuyan faction, so majestic." Mu Lao coughed twice, and the two people next to him hurriedly brought tea, he took a sip of tea and laughed twice.

Shen Yanjun is stupid, the fat one in my memory, the square curved water that can press the sword out of an arc when stepping on the sword, can hold up half the sky of the Qiuyan faction? "Really?"

"Can there be a fake? At the beginning, both Qiu Mu and Duan Shuqiu were in retreat, and before the retreat, Duan Shuqiu brought the child surnamed Meng whom he had just adopted, and suddenly there were three people missing from the sect.

At that time, the more reliable one was Fang Qushui. While taking care of Ruan Su and Xiao Lu, he also took care of the sect, and he didn’t let the Qiuyan sect fall. Later, Ruan Su and Xiaolu became a little more sensible and helped, so the three of them have a good relationship. best. "When Mr. Mu talked about the past, he talked with eloquence.

The fragments of information that Shen Yanjun got from it almost matched what he saw. Except for the Lushan Gate, the relationship between the other three gates was really good.

"Do you want to come to our sect?" Mr. Mu looked at Shen Yanjun with admiration. From the first time he saw this child, he felt that this child was a talent, and his cultivation alone had already become a leader among his peers. the ones.

Shen Yanjun shook his head, and continued: "No need, our current class of Jiuquanmen already has enough money to support us, so we won't leave."

"How is it possible?!" This time it was one of the men standing behind Mr. Mu who said, "We made almost the same amount of money as Lu Shanmen, but he still let us go."

"It means that you are not earning enough