Wei Lin let go of her and rubbed his brows. The habit was terrible. Ever since the Huazi incident happened, he couldn't help but worry that she would get lost when he saw a crowded scene.
He walked over, waving his fan, and heard the elderly stall owner chanting slowly: "A word has ten thousand dots, and it can be written in four strokes."
This lantern riddle is simple, with four characters, and both 'wan' and 'dian'. The answer is easy to think of. After the old man finished speaking, a familiar voice sounded in front of him: "Fang!"
The stall owner said cheerfully, "The little girl is so smart. If you answer two more questions correctly, this rabbit lantern will be yours."
Yunli nodded vigorously, full of confidence. Although she had no talent in guessing lantern riddles, guessing lantern riddles was a reserved program every Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival. In order not to be too embarrassed, she began to study lantern riddles every time before the Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival. After accumulating it year by year, ordinary lantern riddles are not difficult for her.
Seeing her confident look, the stall owner smiled and pulled out a riddle and said: "If there are no fireworks, you will feel at ease."
"kindness!"
The old man praised: "You have two sons."
Yunli knew that the old man was taking care of her. The truth is actually very simple. If there is no fire or fire, there is only one cause, peace of mind. Cause plus heart is the word grace.
"We are breaking willows when we say farewell thousands of miles away. I can't bear to throw away things that have been around for ten years. It's snowing when I come late to greet my guests, and my old friends return home to relieve their worries."
This was a bit difficult, so she thought for a while and said, "Stay."
The stall owner smiled and narrowed his eyes, took off the rabbit lantern and handed it to her: "Here you go."
Yunli raised her face and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, grandpa, happy Lantern Festival!"
"Oh, your little mouth is so sweet." The stall owner smiled happily.
Although they are both in Canglan Continent, the tenderness among ordinary people is completely different from the indifference among monks.
Yunli walked away and said, "My decision is right, right? You see how enthusiastic the people here are. After staying among the indifferent monks for a long time, we have to come to the mortal world to see, lest we become as cold-hearted as them." "
Wei Lin paused while waving the fan. Although it was a bit unreasonable, it still made some sense. He shook his head and saw Yunli in front of him suddenly retreated and turned his attention to the stall next to him.
The next moment, I received a message from her: "There is spiritual energy."
Reiki? This stall?
On the festive red cloth, there are several rows of ornaments with different designs neatly arranged, most of them are made of wood, and there are only a few inlaid with some jade, gold and silver scraps, which are ordinary ordinary small stalls.
He was a little surprised, and then he went over to pick it up at the stall. He had seen her performance at Jueying Peak, and he had no doubt about her feelings.
"Sir, Miss, what do you need? You may not think that what we sell are all worthless wooden objects, but our family's craftsmanship is inherited from our ancestors, and the objects we make cannot be more exquisite."
Seeing them, the owner of the stall greeted them warmly. The two nodded. The objects were placed neatly and there were not many. They searched all over in a few breaths and found nothing with aura.
But she did feel the weak spiritual energy fluctuations. The two looked at each other. Wei Lin smiled and said to the woman: "Auntie, is there anything else?"
"Yes, yes!"
The woman nodded repeatedly and enthusiastically took out a cloth bag from under the table. The two of them immediately looked for it. After a moment, Wei Lin took out an old diamond-shaped wooden sign from it, with a bright red ribbon on it. The wooden sign Color and tape are completely two different states.
The spiritual energy came out of that small wooden sign. Yunli stared at the lines on it carefully. This seemed to be a formation? !
Wei Lin looked at it for a while, and a faint spiritual energy flowed along the lines on the wooden sign, and that was it. He raised his eyes and asked, "How can I sell this?"
"This," the woman said a little disappointed, "three cents."
Wei Lin's consciousness reached into the storage bag and he paused. Yunli looked at him and understood instantly that they only had spiritual stones and no money in common currency.
The two stared at each other.
The woman saw that he had not moved for a long time, and when she realized what she was doing, her expression immediately turned bad. Looking at the two men's appearance, she thought they were young ladies from a wealthy family, but she didn't expect that they didn't even have three cents.
She was about to take back the wooden sign. At this moment, a hand reached over and a lazy voice sounded: "I want this thing."
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of silver fell on the stall, and then he wanted to take the wooden sign from Wei Lin's hand.
The woman was overjoyed, her eyes immediately fixed on the silver ingot, and she murmured: "Sir, you can't find money in a small shop."
The two looked back and saw that the other person was also a monk with an eighth level of Qi cultivation. Yunli said angrily: "Shameless, we got it first!"
Keep the change, please.
The angry young man first said to the woman, then spread his hands to Yunli: "But you have no money."
"Who said we have no money!"
The young man threw out a few more silver ingots and said with an evil smile: "It's no use having money, the one with the highest price gets it!"
The woman's eyes were shining, and her hands holding the silver ingot were shaking.
Yunli glared at him fiercely, put her hand into her storage bag, picked out a ruby from a big red hairpin, and slapped it on the stall.
This was in the storage bag of the fat man. I didn’t know that he was a monk who didn’t buy magical instruments. The storage bag was filled with jewelry boxes, hairpins, necklaces, and bracelets. Yunli was amazed by what he saw. Those who didn’t know thought that Which daughter’s dressing box is it?
Without saying a word, the arrogant boy smashed out a few ingots of gold like a wealthy man. Yunli was speechless. He was also an unconventional person. How could a monk bring so much worldly money?
She unceremoniously took out a gold hairpin and was about to slap it on the stall when Wei Lin stopped her. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He stared at the young man coldly and said in a cold voice: "I'll give you two choices. One, Take your stinky money and get out immediately; second, you buy it and I will rob you."
Being robbed of opportunities again and again made him particularly impatient for this kind of thing now.
The woman was so frightened that she took three steps back, and the melon-eaters who were attracted by the high prices of their wealthy people also gasped, how arrogant!
After taking a breath, they couldn't help but sigh that the world was declining, people's hearts were not as old as before, and they could rob so openly and justly.
The angry young man struggled for a while, but was finally overwhelmed by Wei Lin's ninth-level Qi training. He snorted coldly, took back his money and left.
Yunli curled his lips. He was a stingy man. He didn't have gold or silver, so he didn't mind taking up space if he kept it.
The woman looked at her empty hands and fell into a daze. When she saw the angry young man disappearing from sight, her anger rose, "I won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it anymore!"
After yelling, she went to pull the wooden sign from Wei Lin's hand, but without moving it, she raised her head impatiently and shouted: "What's wrong with you baby? I didn't even say no to selling it."
Under Wei Lin's cold gaze, she shuddered and her voice softened unconsciously. What a terrifying look!
Leaving the ruby on her stall, Wei Lin picked up Yunli with the wooden sign and left.
After walking for a while, Yunli laughed dryly: "Why do you need to be familiar with her? These businessmen are like this. They are only interested in profit and want to make more money."
Wei Lin pursed his lips. Was he angry with the woman?
He was just complaining about his luck. Whenever he came across something good, someone would come out to grab it, and almost all of them were qi cultivators with lower cultivation than him.
He could still understand why he was snatched away by someone with a higher cultivation level than him. After all, he was not as strong as others and could not blame others.
But being robbed of an opportunity by someone with a lower cultivation level than him makes him feel depressed no matter how much he thinks about it. This also shows that his luck is really tragically low, but there is no other way to change luck.
Yunli poked his face, "Don't be unhappy, didn't we get it?"
It was a big holiday, and Wei Lin didn't want to spoil the fun. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine, let's continue shopping."
Yunli looked at him for a while and said softly: "Okay."
There are some things that he cannot advise others not to care about if he has not experienced them. In just a few months, from the bright moon in the sky to the mud on the ground, the attitude of the people around him is secondary. The most important thing is that he truly understands what it means to have no immortality. Fate, no hope.
Now, he needs an opportunity to prove that hard work is useful, and perhaps the natal magic weapon is such an opportunity.
(End of chapter)
