Heavens Unlimited Play

Chapter 352 Pingxi West Village
Ten miles away from the Death Swamp, besides Dawang Village, there is another village called Pingxi West Village.

Because of the birth of the strange treasure, Dawang Village became lively, and Pingxi West Village was the same, and it was far more lively than Dawang Village.

One of the reasons is that among the practitioners, it was the idea of ​​that little genius.It is said that there is only one rare treasure, that is to say, only one person can get it.Then other people will never be able to meet the dung beetle--come here for nothing.

So he suggested that it would be better for everyone to have a deal, and each take out their treasures, barter, and get what they need.

Ever since, a transaction started like this.

Normally, a group of immortal cultivators turned into vulgar traders, shouting and selling.

This transaction has a far-reaching impact, because there are many masters of the evil way, and one-off, they run away after buying, and there is no after-sales work, so many monks who sell counterfeit guys have emerged.

Some monks even bought a dozen or so items, and found out that ten of them were fake, which made people shut up in anger.

Because of this, Pingxi West Village became very famous in the practice circle.

When buying a counterfeit guy, everyone will smile and say: "You bought it in Pingxi West, right?"

Closer to home.

In the practice world, there are naturally not so many mundane rituals, and female monks are not common.

In Pingxi West Village, there is naturally no shortage of female monks.

And in front of a certain booth in the village, female monks lined up in a long line.They showed joyful and shy expressions, poked their heads out from time to time, and looked towards the booth, as if there were stars shining in their eyes.

Some people who have just entered Pingxi West Village don't seem to know much about it, but if they look at the booth, they will quickly understand the situation.

I saw an old wooden table on the side of the street, with a bamboo pole inserted beside it, and a piece of canvas hanging on it, with the words "immortal guiding the way" written on it.

Beside the bamboo pole was a middle-aged man in Taoist robes.

He is handsome and elegant, with a peerless elegance, like a banished immortal.A pair of eyes are as bright and deep as the stars, but they seem to be full of gentle and joyful vitality. The corners of the eyes are slightly wrinkled, and they seem to have the charm of vicissitudes.His lips were raised slightly, and a warm smile appeared.

And beside him, there is a pretty girl who seems to be the daughter or apprentice of a middle-aged man, who is doing secondary work such as collecting money and grinding ink.

Needless to say, these two people are Xia Wuji and Xiaohuan.

The original Zhou Yixian likes to wander around the world with Xiaohuan. He is not very capable, but he prefers to go to lively places. Naturally, Xia Wuji wants to satisfy his desire to watch the excitement.

What's more, Xia Wuji also knew that the Treasure House of the Heavenly Emperor would be born this time, and one volume of the Heavenly Book would also be in it.

As a physicist, making money and traveling is naturally a traditional skill, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Zhou Yixian was holding a note in his hand, on which the word "Qin Shuishui" was neatly written, and he thought: "Girl, you have water in your destiny, and your attribute is yin, and you use the word "Qin" to live in the west. Lord, Italy, the cold land in the west."

He gently put the note on the table, looked at the anxious little girl in front of him, and said, "The Western Dead Marsh is just a damp place. You must have good luck to go there this time."

The girl couldn't help showing a smile.

Xia Wuji said with a flat face again: "Just one thing you must avoid. You have too much water, but you must be careful of the opposite of everything. Don't be greedy, and leave when you get the benefits."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou, I see." The little girl nodded repeatedly, her cheeks blushing: "Uncle, it's just a handwriting test, I'm afraid it won't be accurate. Or...or don't look at the palmistry anymore, and the date of birth."

Xia Wuji didn't answer, but just waved his sleeves.

You don't have to.

The little girl showed a look of disappointment, put a hundred taels of silver bill on the table, said thank you again, then turned and left, and the guests behind continued to come forward.

Xiaohuan took the silver ticket under his command and looked at Xia Wuji with a look of admiration.

It is worthy of being an old physiognomist who is proficient in human nature.

Three sentences cost the woman 100 taels.

This divination lasted for a quarter of an hour, neither too long nor too short.Of course it wasn't because no one came, but because Xia Wuji had said in advance that he would only divination for a quarter of an hour, so be careful of hemorrhoids if you sit for a long time.

After sending the last heroine away, Xia Wuji stretched his waist, and Xiaohuan said nervously, "Grandpa, is it not good for you to charge such a high price?" This is a full 100 taels.

Xia Wuji said: "What's wrong, she has to thank us."

"Thank you." The last woman to leave turned her head and smiled gracefully.

"look."

Xiaohuan: "..."

"Okay, I've made enough money, you close the stall, and I'll go out for a walk."

"...oh oh, good."

……

"Hey, brother, your "sword scabbard" is not bad, if you release it, will you turn into a beautiful girl to repay me?"

"Bold and monstrous, how dare you sell fakes. I can tell at a glance that you have deceived customers. With such a skill, you dare to stand up in front of customers. I want you to show your true colors, women's clothing."

There are too many fakes in this Pingxi West Village. Xia Wuji just bought a brand new one after shopping for half a circle. It is simple yet elegant, elegant yet overbearing, overbearing and uninhibited. , Unruly reveals mystery...

In a word, Ba Shi is very good

"I'm really envious of this Taoist robe. If she is sane, she must feel that being able to wear it on me is a blessing from her three lives and three lifetimes of cultivation."

Xia Wuji all sighed.

When he was putting on the Taoist robe, a female monk next to him was so absorbed in watching that she knocked down a pillar with her head and smashed a large number of people.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up and he looked towards a certain booth.

The stall owner was also wearing Taoist robes. He was a young Taoist priest in long robes, in his twenties, holding a gold-painted fan in his hand. There seemed to be some landscapes and rivers painted on it, with countless romantic atmospheres.

It's just that there is a monkey mask on the face, so I can't see what it looks like.

In front of him, there were books of primitive simplicity.It looks like a serious bookstall, but who reads serious books these days.

Xia Wuji glanced over, and was immediately overjoyed, as expected, he did not disappoint.

The Shadow of Flowers across the Curtain, A Thought of Flying Flowers, Spring in Yulou...

He walked over, lowered his voice, and said straight to the point: "Brother, how much is it?"

The stall owner's eyes seemed to lighten up, seeing the fellow, he said: "Old Mr. Yuan is also an elegant person, but I don't want to sell this thing for money."

Xia Wuji said: "If you don't sell it, why do you take it out?"

The young Taoist coughed twice and said: "To barter, you also need to exchange the same books with me. The ones I have here are all treasures, collected with great effort, and almost impossible to find in the market. .”

Xia Wuji casually flipped through two books, and sure enough, he said, "Okay, I've done this business with you, let's barter."

"Oh, do you have it in stock?" the young Taoist said hastily.

"Of course there is, and it's on me." Xia Wuji nodded, and said mysteriously: "And this book of mine is a lonely one. It has been passed down through the ages, with innovative narrative techniques, and the picture book is true and sentimental."

"Hurry up, let me be healthy." The young Taoist showed an eager expression, as if a dung beetle had entered the old eight's happy house.

Xia Wuji took out a booklet from his pocket and handed it to the young Taoist priest.At the same time, a ray of spiritual power escaped, like a big net, enveloping the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist flipped through the books in his hand, at first he didn't care, then his expression became serious, he raised his chest and looked serious.

Xia Wuji smiled slightly, he knew it.

The deal is done.

……

Not long after, Xia Wuji met his granddaughter.On the way back to the inn, he touched his bosom, as if he remembered something.

"The one I gave to that kid just now seems to be the second volume of the "Emperor Heaven Scroll", which was originally created. Do you want to get it back? Forget it, it's not important anyway, and it will be announced to the world sooner or later."

"By the way, if I have time in the future, I still need to go to Qingyunmen to get the Zhuxian sword in my hands. The fifth volume of the heavenly book is in it. I must thoroughly understand the five volumes of the heavenly book and understand the "law" of this world. , and then try to create my own "dharma."

"Di Tianjuan has borrowed from the heavenly book, but it is detached from the heavenly book, and mixed with the Tao and principles I have comprehended. But now it is just a rough creation, and many of the theories are unconstrained."

"One person counts, if it's just me, I don't know how long it will take to perfect the Di Tianjuan. You can pass a few volumes of the Di Tianjuan to the good and the evil. They gradually discovered their shortcomings in the struggle with each other, and Perfect. Even on the basis of the Di Tianjuan, a new method has been comprehended."

"This world relies too much on divine soldiers. I need to confiscate those top divine soldiers and make them pay more attention to their own Taoism."

"Besides, if the Di Tianjuan is given to the monks of the righteous and the evil for no reason, I'm afraid they will be hesitant and dare not practice. Therefore, if you use the magic weapon to exchange the skills, it will be regarded as a treasure..."

……

"what!!"

In a certain room in Pingxi West Village, a shrill scream suddenly sounded.

Before the voice fell, three figures broke into the room.

The three are two men and one woman.

At first, a man was tall and thin, with star eyebrows and sharp eyes, handsome and unrestrained, giving people a sense of old and steady.

The other man had a handsome appearance, but there was a sharp sword intent between his brows.

The last woman is dressed in white, with a long sword on her back, her skin is more than snow, her appearance is unparalleled, like a fairy descending from the world.

These three people are the top disciples of Qing Yun Sect's younger generation.They are Xiao Yicai from Tongtian Peak, Lin Jingyu from Longshou Peak, and Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak.

"Junior Brother, what happened? But there was a sneak attack by demons from the Demon Cult?" Xiao Yicai looked at the man in the room who was screaming. He had handsome features and wore a long robe.If Xia Wuji was here, he might be able to recognize that this was the man he was trading with.

This person is called Zeng Shushu, he is the son of Zeng Shuchang, the first seat of Qingyunmen Fenghui Peak, and he is also a famous figure in Qingyunmen.

Zeng Shushu laughed, put his hands behind his back, moved his buttocks behind the bed, and said awkwardly, "It's nothing, I just bought a fake in Pingxi West Village, and I'm a little angry at that guy, so I couldn't help but shout to the sky."

Xiao Yicai glanced at Zeng Shushu, thought of this junior brother's hobbies, he understood, and said: "Then we will go out and don't disturb junior brother. We will reunite with Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Temple later, junior brother, don't delay world."

Zeng Shushu laughed awkwardly: "Don't worry, I know."

Taking Xiao Yicai and the three of them out, Zeng Shushu took out the book behind him and flipped through several pages. It wasn't the exciting comic book that was written before, although he couldn't understand the words on it, but rows of densely packed words .

"Damn it, I was tricked."

Zeng Shushu gritted his teeth in hatred.

"The next time I meet that guy, I have to let him know that I am good at Zeng Shushu. Huh? What did that guy look like, why can't I remember it? When did my memory become so unreliable?"

"By the way, I still remember the name of the picture album just now. It should not be from the Central Plains. Write it down quickly, and look for it in the black market later, maybe you can find it."

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, so he hurriedly picked up the pen and wrote a line on the paper.

Weaving 1 field non.

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(End of this chapter)