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Su Qingyun stopped, turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked at the monk in silver armor who got off his horse.

"Commander Lei?" He asked in surprise.

Lei Heng went up to his mask, was stunned for a moment, turned his mind, and bowed slightly. "Fellow Daoist is Boss Wei's best friend?"

"Boss Wei?" Su Qingyun was confused, and asked back, "I don't know who the Boss Wei that Commander Lei is talking about is?"

Lei Heng asked strangely: "You don't know who Boss Wei is while wearing the Heavenly Cicada Light Feather?"

Su Qingyun touched the mask and suddenly realized. "Commander Lei is talking about this mask? Well, I bought it at Qiyao Shop of Xinlei Trading Company. So the shopkeeper wearing the fox mask is Boss Wei?"

"Fellow Daoist doesn't know Boss Wei?" Lei Heng asked.

"Commander Lei may have misunderstood, Boss Wei and I are not close friends." Su Qingyun laughed.

"This..." Lei Heng's tiger eyes flickered.Since he is not a close friend, why did he get the Heavenly Cicada Light Feather?Wei Wenshu is a disciple of Dingtian Xianzong. A hundred years ago, his master Leng Yi refined this mask, which caused quite a stir. Wei Wenshu couldn't put it down, and put it in the store as a town treasure.Many monks competed to pay a lot of money to buy it, but Wei Wenshu refused mercilessly. All the monks could only respect him three points because he had an immortal master, and dared not buy or sell him by force.

Now, how can it not be shocking that the light feather of Tianchan is worn on the face of an outsider?Lei Heng guessed that this outsider and Wei Wenshu were close friends, otherwise how could he reluctantly part with each other?

However, outsiders denied it, which made Lei Heng even more curious.

"May I ask, what's so weird about this mask on my face? Why do you value it so much?" Su Qingyun said.Ever since he put on this mask and came out of the Qiyao shop, he has received scorching stares all the way. When the bossy trading house manager saw the mask, he suddenly became respectful. , walked away in disgrace.

If Su Qingyun still doesn't understand, then he has practiced for a hundred years in vain.

This mask called Tianchan Guangyu is extraordinary.

Lei Heng's eyes were deep, and no emotion could be discerned from Su Qingyun's dark eyes.

"...Wei Wenshu is a direct disciple of Dingtian Immortal Sect, and his master Leng Yi is an Immortal Venerable, and he is also a well-known Master of Artifact Refining, specializing in mask refining." Lei Heng said.

"So that's it." Su Qingyun lowered his eyes slightly, his mind spinning.The mask refined by the great master is unique and of extraordinary value. Wei Wenshu regards it as the treasure of the town shop, and he must regard it as a treasure.But today, why did he sell it so generously?Just because of Wu Lingshi?

Lei Heng patted his horse, held the reins tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist descended from the sky in Fengtian City, which caused quite a commotion. Perhaps all the immortal sects wanted to recruit him, but Wei Wenshu deliberately sent Tian Cicada Light Feather was sold to Fellow Daoist, and it has been made clear to other Immortal Sects that Fellow Daoist has been surpassed by the Dingtian Immortal Sect."

Su Qingyun said thoughtfully: "I'm new here, I'm not familiar with the place, and I don't know the way to this world. Thank you, Commander Lei, for reminding me."

Lei Heng jumped lightly and got on the horse. He pulled the reins, bowed his head and said to Su Qingyun: "If you don't want to belong to the Dingtian Xianzong, you can come to the Zhenyuan Xianzong."

"True Yuan Xianzong?" Su Qingyun slightly raised his head and looked at him.

Lei Heng cupped his fists and said, "I am a direct disciple of the Zhenyuan Xianzong."

Su Qingyun understood, nodded slowly and said: "I am Su Qingyun, and I am grateful for the love of Commander Lei."

"Su Venerable, there will be a time later." Lei Heng flicked the reins and led his men away.

Su Qingyun stood at the corner of the street, looking at the people who had gone away, without looking back for a long time.

Jun Xuanmo came out from his collar, sat on his shoulders, folded his arms, with a serious bun face.

After a long time, Su Qingyun withdrew his gaze and continued walking in the direction of Bixiafang.

"What do you think, brother?" he said.

"No way." Jun Xuanmo narrowed his eyes and said, "They can't figure out your details, so they naturally want to test you."

"Try?"

"Didn't Junior Brother feel it? This world is extremely repulsive to outsiders." Jun Xuanmo said.

"Hmm." Su Qingyun was in a serious mood.

"Your realm will not be affected. The great immortal sects want to monitor you rather than recruit you." Jun Xuanmo mocked.

"Surveillance? Why?" Su Qingyun asked in a low voice.

Jun Xuanmo pursed his lips and said: "That guy has always followed the principle that if he is not of my race, his heart must be different."

Su Qingyun sighed softly. "I have no intention of getting involved in the affairs of this world. After confirming that Ye Lin has entered the fairy gate, I will go back to the Heavenly Palace to practice in seclusion."

The most important thing now is to help the senior brother recover his true body, leave this world by every means, and return to his original world.A hundred years ago, the ancestor of the witch cultivator predicted for him that he would have the opportunity to reunite with his eldest brother in 200 years.He spent 100 years in the world of witchcraft, and came to the world of fantasy by accident. He must strive to find his way home within 100 years.

Su Qingyun raised his eyes, looked at the hurrying pedestrians on the road, and sighed.

Isn't it home?

Bixiafang is located in the east of Fengtian City. It has a magnificent facade and a magnificent interior. The monks who come in and out are all arrogant and wealthy. When Su Qingyun stepped into the threshold, he quickly attracted everyone's attention.

The Heavenly Cicada Light Feather is worthy of being a peerless treasure refined by the Great Master. When all the monks saw it, their eyes were burning with envy, jealousy and hatred, which made Su Qingyun consider whether to change the mask.

He didn't want to be watched like a monkey by others all the time.

The shopkeeper of Bixiafang was a short and fat monk, wearing a smiley mask, when he sensed that a distinguished guest was coming, his slender eyes lit up, and he greeted him courteously.

"Guests, please come in quickly. If you need anything, just ask. There are a wide variety of top-quality silk and satin in this workshop."

Su Qingyun avoided the unfriendly eyes of other customers, and said straight to the point: "Shopkeeper, do you have Yaoguang satin in your shop?"

"Yaoguang satin?" The shopkeeper's fat body trembled, and the fat on his stomach trembled three times.

"No?" Su Qingyun's tone was slightly disappointed.In the small world, it is not easy to find Yaoguang satin.Could it be that one really has to go to Haotian Realm to buy top-grade Yaoguang Satin?

The shopkeeper returned to God and said: "It seems that the distinguished guest is also a person who is proficient in silk and satin. Yaoguang satin can be met but not sought after. It is the best silk and satin for refining robes."

Su Qingyun nodded. "good."

The shopkeeper chuckled. "Your guest is in good luck. A few days ago, we got a few bolts of mid-grade Yaoguang satin."

"Mid-grade Yaoguang satin?" Su Qingyun raised his hand, adjusted the neckline, and caressed the collar with his fingers. "Is there no top grade?"

The shopkeeper shook his head again and again. "There are very few high-grade Yaoguang satins, and the small ones have been in the workshop for hundreds of years, and I have never seen them."

"Come on, let's go for the mid-grade." Su Qingyun sighed lightly, avoiding any difficulty, "Make an offer, and I'll take all of your mid-grade satins."

The shopkeeper's narrow eyes almost burst open. "Your...you mean... you want everything?"

"What?" Su Qingyun asked.

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands together, and said respectfully, "Five bolts of mid-grade Yaoguang satin, 500 million top-grade fairy stones, the price is the same."

As soon as the price was quoted, the other monks in the workshop couldn't help but gasp.

They have noticed Su Qingyun since he stepped into Bixiafang.That unique mask was really impossible to ignore, and the probing eyes gathered on him at the same time. Thanks to Su Qingyun's calmness, he ignored them indifferently and wholeheartedly wanted to buy silk.

His conversation with the shopkeeper did not avoid the crowd, so the other monks could hear their conversation clearly.Mentioning Yaoguang satin, those who knew how to do it pricked up their ears.However, when they heard the offer from the shopkeeper, they were all taken aback.

Five bolts of mid-grade Yao Guang satin cost 500 million high-grade immortal stones. This is robbery, right?

It should be known that the best high-grade silk and snow satin in the fantasy world is only worth 300 million high-grade fairy stones.

Su Qingyun looked at the chunky shopkeeper calmly, and finally understood why he was wearing a smiling mask.So the lion opened its mouth wide, and it was not cut off by someone, all thanks to the blessing of this smiling mask.

"I want to inspect the goods first." Su Qingyun said calmly.

The shopkeeper's narrow eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but look at Su Qingyun.So bold!I was not intimidated by such a high price, neither questioned nor bargained, but had to inspect the goods first.

The shopkeeper felt that Yaoguang Satin, which had been rotten in his hands for more than thirty years, was about to be sold, so he commanded his assistants to pick up the goods from the warehouse with agility, and his movements did not show that he was a fat man at all.

Su Qingyun looked for a chair and sat down gracefully.

The shopkeeper asked respectfully: "It's a small negligence, but I didn't serve good tea to the distinguished guests."

"No need." Su Qingyun declined.

Wearing a mask, it is inconvenient to drink tea outside.In fact, he was very curious. The monks in the Immortal Realm never took off their masks all day long, and they didn't eat or mention bigu, but don't they drink tea and wine?Is it convenient not to take off the mask when drinking with others?

Seeing that he refused, the shopkeeper didn't force it.

After a while, the two partners returned to the lobby with a few bolts of silk and satin, and carefully placed them on the long table for the distinguished guests to inspect.

Su Qingyun walked slowly to the table, and carefully touched the five pieces of silk and satin with his fingers one by one.

Jun Xuanmo hidden in his collar had already swept over with his magic sense, and after a while, his little hand patted Su Qingyun's neck.

is genuine.

Su Qingyun received a reminder from his senior brother, and said to the shopkeeper: "I want all five of the 1000 million top-grade fairy stones."

The shopkeeper chuckled. "Did you hear clearly just now? Twenty-five million high-grade fairy stones, the price is the same."

Su Qingyun pinched a corner of Yaoguang satin with his slender fingers, polished the texture, and said lazily: "Does the shopkeeper want these pieces of silk to continue to rot in his hands for hundreds of years?"

"Huh?" The fat on the shopkeeper's belly trembled, and he couldn't help raising his voice. "Why did your honored guest say such a thing?"

Su Qingyun said: "Any magic weapon has a lifespan. Only the user takes good care of it to prolong its lifespan, and silk and satin are no exception. Your lustrous satin must have been stored for a long time, but it has not been properly preserved. The touch is slightly flawed, even gray."

His fingers flicked on the Yaoguang satin, and a faint dust actually popped out.

The shopkeeper's eyes were wide open, and his face under the mask was covered with sweat.

"So..." Su Qingyun put down the yaoguang satin, took out a piece of silk from his sleeve, carefully wiped his white fingers, and said in a gorgeous voice: "1000 million high-grade fairy stones, no more."

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth, frustrated. "make a deal."

The smiley mask on his face seemed to be crying and laughing.