Seeing that the little guy finally got down to business, the withered old man lowered his voice and said, "I have to make sure first. Can you open your Sumeru bag?"
"Oh, how can I confirm that Chang has a Xumi bag on him?"
Chang Siguo looked up and down at the lifeless old man. The robe looked very dirty and worn, like a piece of rotten paper that could be torn with a finger.
The withered old man twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he was smiling, and said, "If a casual cultivator falls here, he will not act rashly at first, but will probably wait and see what happens. The monks of the sect will act a little more high-profile, and the monks of the sect have a certain The possibility of a Xumi bag is relatively high, so I have this guess."
Chang Si thought it over and understood. As people mature, they observe the details very carefully, so he said, "So what if it can be opened, so what if it can't be opened." He used the Sky Eye Technique. For the spiritual sense that can be cultivated in the Three Tribulations Realm of the Body Refiner, it is similar to He has never learned the skill of spiritual awareness of a Qi practitioner.
"If we can open the Sumeru bag, we may have a chance to get out of here. If not, there is no possibility of a transaction between me and you, and we can only wait for death."
The withered old man stared at Chang Siguo, who was looking at him, with a hint of indifference in his tone.
Chang Siguo was silent for a long time and nodded slowly, giving a positive answer.
The old man must have been here for many years. He seemed to be running out of gas and wanted to open the Xumi bag to get some pills to replenish the energy his body needed to survive.
Chang thought it was impossible to spend many more years slowly groping around in this ghost place to find the glimmer of hope.
In order to survive, the two have the basis for trading.
There was a smile in the old man's eyes again. He slowly raised his hand and took out a black Sumeru bag from his arms. He said, "Brother, you can sit closer. Please help me open this bag."
Chang Siguo stood up, walked to the old man and sat down. He took the Sumeru bag handed over by the old man under the cover of gray mist. He looked at it for a few times and found that the spiritual mark on the bag was very dim.
He knew that the way to eliminate the mark was to use spiritual consciousness or spiritual awareness, combined with spiritual energy or true energy, to repeatedly wash away the trace of mark left on the bag.
If the owner of the bag is still alive and his cultivation level exceeds his, then there is only a very small possibility of erasing the mark on it, and it will take several times of his spiritual energy or true energy to open the bag. .
The old man seemed to see the other party's doubts and whispered, "This is the Sumeru bag of a little guy in the Endless Realm that I collected. That person has been gone for many years. You can try to wash away the mark. I need elixirs or jade." The coins are used to replenish some spiritual energy. All the other items in the Xumi bag except the elixirs, jade coins, and medicinal materials belong to you, which can be regarded as a slight compensation for you."
Chang Siguo heard that the other party's past cultivation level was probably beyond Jing's state of mind, so he shook his head slightly.
"We will share the elixirs, jade coins, and medicinal materials equally. All other items are mine."
How can you do business without bargaining?
Even if he doesn't care much about the items in Xumi's bag, he still has to have a business attitude. Being poor, generous and unprincipled will only allow some greedy people to try their best to take advantage and destroy the basis of cooperation.
He tried to use the Sky Eye Technique and his true energy to wash away the dim mark on the bag. Unexpectedly, in just one sentence, the mark had been broken by him silently.
The withered old man stared at the big black man who was bargaining with him, and said "haha" in his mouth, "OK"
Chang Siguo didn't expect the old man to be so straightforward. Maybe they calculated that he would lower the price and get 50%, so he could bear it in his heart. He was about to put on a show and dump the items in the bag on the ground when he heard a burst of noise in the distance. Noisy.
"Look, someone else fell in."
"It's fellow Taoist Huang Tian from Xihan Forest. He also fell into this place."
"Be careful, Fellow Daoist Huang."
Chang Siguo was startled. He exerted force under his feet and the person was already ejected. He was still slow for a moment. When he arrived at the gloomy pool, Huang Tian fell into the water and emerged from the water again. He shivered and shouted, "It's so cold." "
"What do you want to do again?"
"Bold"
Several people noticed the big black man's movements, thinking that the big black man was going to do harm to Huang Tian who fell into the pool, and shouted loudly.
Chang Siguo's figure flickered, and he dodged two dazzling long swords that were stabbing him, stepped into the water and entered the pool, saying, "Brother Huang, don't move, it's me." As he spoke, he reached out to catch the sword that was about to be punched. Huang Tian, both fell to the other side.
He was a little touched in his heart. He met Huang Tian by chance, and being able to turn back and fall into the dark wind in order to save him was a great favor. He had just watched Huang Tian escape smoothly.
The magic power on Huang Tian's body could not be used externally. He was soaked in the cold and gloomy water, and his face turned blue from the cold.
Chang Siguo put his right hand on Huang Tian's shoulder and used his kung fu. Huang Tian suddenly felt like he was on a stove, steam was rising all over his body, and he was completely dry in a moment.
The other monks stopped chasing and looked at this scene with some envy. It would be great if they had friendship with the big black man.
Several monks who knew Huang Tian had happy faces.
Huang Tian yelled, "Why is the law forbidden in this damn place?" Before he could talk to Chang Siguo, he glanced at the lean man named Shi Benquan who was shrinking back from the crowd. He jumped up and cursed, "Shi Benquan, Don't run away, damn, I saved your life, but you repay kindness with hatred, are you still a human being? Stop right there."
He hated that guy.
Shi Benquan rolled his eyes. Under the slightly strange gazes of the others, he stood still and argued lightly, "Brother Huang, you are right to have saved me once, but I also returned to the Yin Qi to help you find the person. Now that we are settled, Brother Huang, what are you going to do?"
"You are a shameless person and I will kill you"
Huang Tian drew his sword and shouted, he was so angry that he lost his calm.
Chang Si was too hasty and grabbed Huang Tian, glanced at the lean man who was supported by countless people, and said, "Brother Huang, calm down for now, let's discuss it in the long term. Let's go and talk over there."
For monks, right and wrong are not very important in many cases, and most of the time they just help relatives but ignore them.
So what if it can be proven that that guy repaid kindness with revenge?
At most, some monks will be on guard against villains, which will not help matters.
Huang Tian couldn't struggle out of the big black man's grip. He turned around and saw Chang Siguo winking secretly at him. He gave him a fierce "poof" and cursed, "You villain, just clean up and wait to be dealt with." He gestured to a few monks he knew and then followed Chang Si past the withered old man.
After walking dozens of feet, he suddenly woke up and asked, "Brother Chang, can your true energy be used?"
He had just seen that ungrateful villain and was so angry that he had forgotten such an important thing.
Chang Siguo smiled and nodded, lowered his voice, and told Huang Tian what the old man told him. Sure enough, Huang Tian heard the reminder and whispered, "Is there any other way to kill people here?"
Walking to the withered old man, Chang Siguo took Huang Tian to sit down, introduced Huang Tian to the old man, and asked for advice, "I still don't know how to call my father-in-law."
The withered old man said in a low voice, "In this place, the name and sect of the past are of no use to survive, so there is hope. You can call me Meng Lao."
It can be heard that this is a very proud person, but he has been worn to pieces by the Yin Qi and has lost much energy.
"I've met Mr. Meng."
After Chang Siguo saluted, he took out the black sumeru bag from his sleeve, and there was a light shining on his hand.
After almost a word of time, he dumped the Xumi bag onto the ground covered by gray mist.
A pile of items rolled to the ground with a crash.
There was a glimmer of light in the eyes of the withered old man, he glanced at it a few times and said, "Please, give me that pill bottle."
Huang Tian looked at this and that curiously. He didn't know what was going on between the two of them, so he didn't ask anything.
Chang Siguo picked up two small white jade bottles on the ground and handed them to the anxious old man.
The old man opened the bottle corks and poured out six silver-grey silver-leaf ginseng pills from the two bottles. He slowly raised his hand and swallowed a handful of pills into his mouth. After thinking about it, I took two sips of water from the leather pot that was handed to me, and then it was quite difficult to eat it.
Sure enough, the old man's previous cultivation level was not simple. Otherwise, even a crystal-minded monk would not dare to swallow six third-level pills like this.
Chang Siguo watched silently as the old man closed his eyes and meditated. He did not put away the pile of items on the ground. No one dared to come over for the time being. The gray fog obscured his vision and the items on the ground could not be seen from a distance.
After about two quarters of an hour, the old man opened his eyes and regained some vitality on his face.
The old man stood up slowly, holding the long sword beside him, his bones making a rusty friction sound.
It took him a long time to stand upright. Even though he was as skinny as a stick, he could still tell that he had been tall before. The old man let out a deep and sad sigh.
"It's been almost three years, and I finally stood up again."
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