In the eyes of a money-grubbing dragon, filling the storage bag is the truth.
I successfully sold a slightly damaged Flying Sword. The material is not known. It is a relic left by an immortal who died. I killed many demons and picked up a lot of garbage of unknown origin. The Flying Sword is one of them. After it was damaged, The rank has fallen, but for a monk in the mortal world who has not yet overcome the catastrophe and become an immortal, it is definitely a treasure.
Instead of using the currency issued by heaven, they chose to exchange for rare hard metals or rare antiques.
The purpose of collecting antiquities is to find the remains of the dragon clan.
To this day, Bai Yujun can't forget the graceful woman in Time Rewind...
No matter who she is, there is always something to find out about her.
The ancient times are so long ago that there are only countless true and false myths and legends left, and it is impossible to cover the entire world by going back in time. There is only one way left.
Collect antiquities and discover ruins, or find the right time to return to the dying planet.
At that time, I was anxious to find a way back, but now that I know the way back and am prepared, it will not be a problem to spend several years searching carefully.
I have a few years of vacation, which is enough.
“Don’t miss it if you pass by it~ The ancestral signature has a good reputation~”
He yelled and continued whittling away at the bamboo while pondering the shabby ancient books he had acquired from the trade.
After reading it for a while, I threw it into my storage bag. The ancient text was difficult to understand, but I could still understand it with the help of my dragon talent. I didn’t know which family’s chronicle it was, so I could refer to the local changes.
This place is just a small black market in the world of immortality, and the customer flow is not bad.
The stalls are opened in the early morning and closed in the evening.
The days seemed to have returned to the days when I was doing business in Jiulibaibu, and I was in a happy mood.
At this time, there are four items placed on the bamboo mat, a dim golden pagoda, two swords, and a jade talisman that records body training techniques. Although there are few things, they are all rare items, and people often stop by.
Most of them are looking for jade talismans, but the price is too expensive.
The other three are not impressive in appearance, and their level is too low to tell the grade of the Gray Bully Autumn Magic Treasure, and high-level practitioners rarely appear. In Bai Yujun's words, it all depends on fate. In one word, chance.
How could the trophies obtained from the bloody battle between gods and demons be worthless?
After the death of humans, monks or heavenly soldiers and generals, the items were picked up by evil spirits. Bai Yujun killed the evil spirits and then picked them back up. Gradually, there were more and more things in the storage bag.
A monk with a hooded robe asked the price.
"How to sell the Jade Talisman Technique?"
Bai Yujun didn't even raise his head.
"Rare metals or ancient artifacts, depending on the details."
"Ancient items... I don't have any in collection. Please see if this ore is enough."
The masked monk took out a piece of oval ore that seemed to have the luster of a star. Bai Yujun glanced at it and saw that it was genuine. It should have been a meteorite that fell from the sky and was not completely burned. The quality could only be said to be average, and it was not enough to exchange for the jade talisman technique.
He shook his head and continued to peel the bamboo.
"The technique is a body refining technique, the effect is comparable to that of a large sect inheritance, and the ore is worth one-tenth of the price."
"this……"
The monk was very confused. After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and took out a piece of white ore again.
"This is the Moonstone. It was originally a rare white flame ore in a special terrain where only the lunar moon is visible but the sun is not visible. It took three hundred years to transform. Although the weight is small, it is still rare."
Bai Yujun looked up and saw that it was not bad.
"The price is a little higher, and I will give you a free paper umbrella that can bring good luck and avoid evil."
"make a deal."
He picked up the jade talisman and a paper umbrella and handed them to the monk, put away the two pieces of ore and continued to set up the stall. The skills in the jade talismans were indeed worth the price. Bai Yujun had the dragon talent and sold them without using the skills.
The monk, who was worried that his skills were worthless, was overjoyed after sensing the jade talisman, and said goodbye with his hands crossed.
Once again, he took out a piece of loot to set up a stall.
In fact, life is obviously more important than skills and life-saving. The paper umbrella he collected at will can withstand a disaster. The product of the real dragon contains blessings and is a real treasure.
"Take a look and have a look~ Clearance sale~ The magic weapons left over from the war between gods and demons are on sale at 10% off~"
Just shout twice.
He didn't care if he attracted ridicule from passing monks.
This place is a rare place to see black market immortals and demon immortals in the mortal world, so it is normal to not be able to recognize the treasures.
As for robbery, haha, Bai Yujun is just waiting to find an excuse to do it.
The red sun sets in the west and the evening sun sets.
I didn't gain much today, and I didn't get any ancient books or artifacts left over from ancient times. That's normal. It would be nonsense if ancient artifacts could be found everywhere. You can't expect to harvest something every day.
He put away his goods and rolled up the bamboo mat, put a small backpack on his back, and found a black market inn to stay.
After entering the door, I turned a few corners and looked around for no one.
He rubbed his little hands on his face.
The delicate face transformed into another female cultivator, and at the same time, she changed her height and body shape and simulated the aura of the female cultivator she saw during the day. She changed clothes and hid the dragon horns, put on a bamboo hat and went out. After passing through the black market magic circle, she instantly transformed into a girl with freckles again. All the clothing and items were different from before, and they were hidden in the human city to hide their traces.
Be careful and you will always feel safe whenever you are hiding in the dark.
I found an ancient well in the city and jumped in when no one was looking. The well was deep and spacious, suitable for dragons to rest.
Completely integrate your own breath into the well water, and sleep with the package as a pillow...
Hidden in the abyss, no one can find the true dragon if it is hidden.
Talking in sleep.
"I can't find anything. It seems that I can only go to the family's secret library tomorrow, or the study of the emperor on earth is also good. I can always find some ancient relics, phew~"
Searching for information related to the ancient dragon clan is like finding a needle in a haystack.
No, it should be fishing from a haystack, at least the needlepoint will not be hidden and cannot be found.
the next day.
A neighbor who got up early to fetch water felt that the bucket was very heavy...
I went to a noodle soup stall for breakfast. I drank two large bowls of hot noodle soup from a large white porcelain bowl with a crack in my hand. I also carried two cakes and hurried to the big house in the city. I had no choice but to touch the immortal portal and could only look at the mortals first. The aristocratic family keeps books, and if they find nothing, try their luck at those ancient sects.
Don't underestimate the aristocratic families. They have a clear conscience. If they want to grow strong, they must have the foundation to support them. Books are the most important thing.
A dragon sneaks into the house, I don’t know if it is a blessing...
The morning sun is warm.
It is cooler inside the big house than outside. The paint is peeling off the old doors and windows, and the grass has grown stubbornly in the gaps between the floor tiles. The most precious thing is books, and the most troublesome thing is the library. Collecting classics is definitely not like riding a bamboo horse to catch fish. Dragonfly is a favorite among children.
The windows on the second floor were opened, and the smell of decay and oldness drifted away in the wind.
Bai Yujun sat on the window sill and read a book, putting his feet against the window to prevent the wind from blowing it shut.
In the library, dust can be seen floating through the sunlight. Several clones are constantly looking through the books to search for information related to ancient times, and then send them to the window for the main body to read, in a chaotic but orderly manner.
There was a sound at the old wooden door of the courtyard, and a hunchbacked old servant came in with a broom to sweep.
Bai Yujun didn't raise his head while eating the apple, and the hunchbacked old servant didn't notice that the window of the master's library was wide open, and was just pulling grass and sweeping the courtyard.
Slowly, Moubai discovered that he liked reading.
