Stall owner:! ! !
The eyes of the onlookers all lit up.
This is a stall selling various groceries. The stall owner is dressed in shabby gray clothes with messy hair. He is old and aged. The things on the tablecloth are all old things. Unexpectedly...
"Girl, do you want this? I, Old Lin, want it."
"I, I, I want it too, the price is up to you!"
The stall owner was anxious: "No, no, I won't sell this thing anymore!" He was about to grab it, but when he saw Xihe looking at him with a smile, he stopped again.
There is an unwritten rule in the world of cultivation. Once a transaction is concluded, the seller cannot go back on his word.
Just now Xihe handed over the spirit stone.
"Girl, look, this middle-grade spiritual stone is not suitable... Since you are so knowledgeable, aren't you trying to trick my old man?"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the people around him suddenly changed.
Xihe smiled: "What this fellow Taoist said makes sense, a middle-grade spiritual stone is indeed not suitable."
"But I didn't check it specifically when I was buying something. To say that I was trying to trick people is going too far. In that case, what do you think of a hundred high-grade spiritual stones? Although Wuguangmu is rare, the price is also high in the auction house. ”
The stall owner's eyes widened instantly: "One hundred high-grade spiritual stones?"
Xihe smiled and put a storage bag on the table. There was rapid breathing all around. The stall owner picked it up and stuffed it into his arms without thinking: "Okay, take it away."
Anyway, he doesn't need it, so he will sell it when he comes back. For one hundred high-grade spiritual stones, he will make a lot of money!
The coveted Wuguangmu just entered Xihe's pocket, and there was a sudden burst of envy around him, secretly hating himself for not having a sharp eye and missing out on so many good things.
The group of people sighed and prepared to disperse, but they didn't want to see the woman bend down and pick up a lump of soil again.
Everyone:! ! !
Stall owner:! ! !
Xihe thought to himself and said: "This is turmeric crystal, produced thousands of feet below the desert in the west of Nanshan Mountain. The material is extremely hard and can hold a large amount of earth-attribute spiritual energy. It is an excellent material for refining earth-control magic weapons."
After saying that, he put down the unattractive lump of earth.
Everyone's eyes widened, and the next second they rushed forward, scrambling to grab the turmeric crystal.
Xihe stood up and walked to the other side of the stall, looking at the various small bottles piled up randomly. After a long while, he picked out a green round bottle with a slender neck that could be held in one hand.
After taking a closer look, he said: "This is an infinite bottle. After absorbing spiritual energy once in seven days, it can ripen plants for hundreds of years."
The surface of the bottle is painted with exquisite dark green leaf-like patterns, which is no different from other small bottles. If Xihe hadn't been a sharp eye, he would probably have been given as a gift by the stall owner to some lucky guy.
Everyone:! ! !
The stall instantly became lively with everyone rushing to grab it.
"Oh, be gentle, be gentle, don't break it, I can't spare you if it's broken... Five top-quality spiritual stones! Three? No, no, no." The stall owner, a little old man, was very busy.
But this time, Xihe had already left with several stunned people.
It wasn't until he turned to another street that Uncle Zhong closed his open mouth and looked at Xihe with admiration on his face: "Young madam, you know so much, you are so amazing!"
Xihe smiled without saying a word and led a few people into the roadside teahouse.
There were many monks sitting in the teahouse, drinking tea leisurely. The storyteller in the middle was telling stories eloquently. Several people chose a seat to sit down, ordered a cup of Yunwu Ling tea, and looked at the middle.
"If we say that these four sects are really a gathering of stars, there are countless heroes."
"For example, Sword Sect Mo Xingchen, Yao Sect Fu Xiang, Li Sect Li Feiyun, and our Shang Yuan Sect Qing Le, they are all top-notch, and there is no one under Yuanying who can rival them... We are watching the sect competition that happens once every fifty years. It’s about to start again, I don’t know who can win the first place this time!”
There was a lot of discussion in the hall, everyone guessing who was the biggest winner.
"Of course it's our senior sister Qingle!"
This is the territory of the Shangyuan Sect. There are many disciples of the Shangyuan Sect, so naturally he bets on his senior sister to win. For a moment, Qingle's shouts spread out the window, attracting passers-by's glances.
Fan Xiu couldn't help but look at Xihe, who shook his head slightly.
Sect competition?
Qing Le is busy now, how can he have the time? Lower your head and drink tea.
At this time, in a small town in Tianmu City, Qing Le, who had been snatched by a dog and had her meat buns stolen, was struggling to get up and chase her. She was really not having a good life during this period, and it was impossible for the yamen to keep her forever. After confirming that she had no relatives or relatives, , gave her some scraps of silver and let her leave.
An old man, alone, with money in his hand, isn't this clearly open to being robbed?
Qing Le was spotted by several gangsters as soon as she left the Yamen. Without waiting for her to react, they pounced on her, grabbed the money and ran away. Her legs were weak and she was pulled and staggered to the ground.
Thanks to the kindness of some vendors, they took her to a medical clinic.
The hospital saw her as a lonely old man and gave her free treatment. When she was almost well, they kindly wanted to take her in. She would sweep the floor in the hospital and do whatever they could, but she didn't have much to eat anyway.
"No need."
Qingle left directly.
She always felt so ridiculous, everything shouldn't be like this... but what should it be like?
She was a lonely old man with no money and no food. After two days like this, Qing Le's simple brain could no longer think about such big things. She was hungry, so hungry. She just wanted to fill her stomach.
"Go, go, I'm not a charity person. If you want food, go elsewhere."
The shaobing stall owner stepped forward and pushed her away.
A strong sense of shame swept through his body, and Qingle covered her face and ran away quickly.
Gululu, Gululu,
She gradually couldn't walk anymore and fell to her knees on the ground.
"Hey, wake up, do you want to eat the meaty buns?"
Qing Le opened her eyes, and in front of her was a thin face with bright eyes, wearing tattered clothes... Seeing that she was awake, he immediately put the hot buns into her hands, swallowing: "Eat quickly."
She obviously wanted to eat more, but she stubbornly pushed the bun into her hand.
Qing Le glanced at him weakly, took the bun, and ate it gracefully one bite at a time.
The little boy swallowed and asked other questions: "Grandma, why are you here alone? Don't you have no one anymore? I don't have anyone anymore, but you look like my grandmother. She also has white hair. Hunched over.”
"My grandma is so good. She sews clothes for me and makes delicious vegetable pancakes for me...Grandma, can you do it?"
Balabala, said a lot of things.
After Qingle finished eating, he closed his eyes and ignored him, lying directly on the haystack and fell asleep.
The little boy pursed his lips and sat aside with some disappointment.
From then on, Qingle lived a life of being supported by a little boy. Beggars would be driven out of the town from time to time, so they moved outside the city. During the day, the little boy got up early and went to the town to run errands for others to earn money. Bian ran back.
Every time he would carry a meaty meat bun in his arms.
Qingle slept from morning to night, and her only activity was to stumble to a nearby stream to wash her face and comb her hair. Although she was a homeless old woman, she was always neatly dressed, which made the other beggars angry.
The accident happened one evening.
