Immortal in my old age, I will live forever

Chapter 13 015: An Unwarranted Friend
In the Magic Artifact Shop in the east of the gathering place, Chen Dengming exchanged a spiritual grain for his pledged Luo family token, and then returned all the rented fishing equipment to the merchant Lord Hu.

Master Hu doesn't like to be called Immortal Master, but likes to be called Lord Tiger. He has the air of a tycoon and a hero. He is the only monk Chen Dengming met who is approachable, but it is probably because he took out Because of the Luo family's badge, it may not be easy to talk to ordinary innates.

The other party has opened magic weapon shops in the east and south of the city. It is said that they are members of the Iron Alliance. The Iron Alliance is a middle-level force among more than a dozen forces in the gathering place. It is neutral, and most of the people who join it are merchants.

"Xiao Chen, stop selling fish?"

In the shop, Lord Tiger handed the Luo family waist badge to Chen Dengming, while taking the spirit grains casually, holding a pipe in his mouth, and said with a smile.

Chen Dengming sighed and shook his head, "Master Tiger, now that there are monsters and beasts outside the gathering place, how dare you go fishing? Besides, spirit fish are not easy to catch, so that's all."

Master Hu nodded slightly, and suddenly glanced at the broken knife on Chen Dengming's back, and said with a smile, "The knife is broken? Did you fight with someone? Do you want to pick a magic weapon from me to defend yourself?"

Chen Dengming's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately waved his hands with a smile and said, "I'm ashamed in my pocket, I'm ashamed in my pocket! In the future, this junior will become a monk, so I must come to Master Tiger to order a magic weapon."

After saying a few polite words, he went out the door, looked at the Luo family badge in his hand, wiped it again and again, and then hid it with him.

After this time, he said that he didn't want to mortgage the waist card again.

If he was wearing a waist card by the lake before, after showing it, maybe the old monk of Jinzifang would not embarrass him, and he would not have to take such a big risk to fight the other party.

However, now that the matter has come to this point, he still doesn't regret it, and is secretly happy. At the same time, he has a preliminary understanding of his actual combat power.

If he used Gu poison in secret to cooperate with the blood centipede Gu Yinren, the average monk at the first level of Qi training should not be his opponent.

But if it was a head-to-head fight, and the monks were wary, he would be in a six-fourth situation against a monk at the first level of qi training.

Like the old monk who killed that day, he should have more than one level of Qi training strength, otherwise he would not be so proficient in using magic weapons. According to Master Hu, ordinary monks of the first level of Qi training do not have much aura to control magic tools , so there is not much demand for magic weapons.

With the strength of a monk and an old man, once he is on guard against his Gu worms, it will be difficult for him to kill the opponent, and even he will die if he is a little careless, and he will not be able to escape.

The aura mastered by immortal cultivators is really too powerful. Compared with the innate qi, it is like the gap between an iron hammer and a wooden hammer. The iron hammer can easily smash the wooden hammer into pieces.

In the fight that day, if the Blood Centipede Gu hadn't devoured the spirit energy and crushed the admiralty shield formed by the enemy in one bite, he would have been unable to break through the opponent's defense with only his unique move Qingqiu Kuanglong, and he would have died in the end.

And in the end, if it weren't for the blood centipede Gu to help him devour the spiritual energy in his body, even if he didn't die, his meridians would be broken and he would be directly disabled.

Therefore, it is no wonder that the cultivators of immortals are always aloof and disdainful of the innate among mortals, and completely despise them.

There is a huge gap in the essential strength of the power controlled by the two.

"Next, I will go down and practice with peace of mind, and strive to become a monk as soon as possible."

Thinking in his mind, Chen Dengming quickly came to the Jinzifang area in the city near the Hairpin Tower.

The two forces, Jinzifang and Hutong Street, are in charge of most of the housing lease rights in the gathering place.

If you want to rent a house to live in, you still can’t get around Jinzifang.

Chen Dengming didn't intend to avoid it either. He understood the truth of darkness under the lights better than anyone else.

He killed the monks of Jinzifang, and now try to get closer to Jinzifang.

Even if Jinzifang discovers the death of the old monk and starts to investigate, it will first investigate the hostile forces and suspicious objects. Who will pay attention to the mere mortals on their own territory?

Rental housing resources are extremely important and in high demand, no matter which world you are in.

When Chen Dengming arrived, there were already many geniuses or mortals queuing up to pay for renting houses.

The monks are also queuing up to rent, but in another area, there are mortals serving tea and water, like a VIP area.

The person in charge of renting the house was still the first level monk who used to receive fishing work from Chen Dengming. He looked at Chen Dengming and said with a faint smile.

"A fish seller? Can the spirit fish be caught so quickly to make up enough money for the rent? Has the fish actually handed over half of it?"

Chen Dengming smiled politely, "Master Immortal, I misunderstood. This junior didn't catch any spirit fish. It's very dangerous outside the gathering place, and I don't want to take any risks. This junior has already borrowed some spirit grains, and now I plan to rent a house first. "

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and in his hand was a grain of spirit that was only the size of a grain of rice, glowing brightly.

Such a few spiritual grains can be exchanged for the cheapest one-month living right in a shack in the casual cultivation area.

In some corners not far away, many eyes stared at the spirit grain in Chen Dengming's hand, their eyes flickered, and there were many lingering on his face. Some people muttered, "The fish seller in Jiupeng Street". "Suddenly got rich?" '.'How can there be such a good thing? '

The monk who handled the affairs squinted his eyes, and said with a fake smile, "Spirit grains with such a good color, not bad. You have not been here for a long time, right? There are people who have such a strong relationship with you, and they are willing to lend you spirit grains ?”

Chen Dengming had been prepared for a long time, and took out the waist card that Fairy Luo got with a smile, and said, "The fairy master has good eyesight, and this junior was actually told to come here before. These days are really difficult, so I have to ask for help again." Some friends, please take care of the immortal master."

"Ok?"

The cultivator stared, the thought-provoking expression on his face disappeared instantly, and his smile became a little stiff, "It turns out there is a background, no wonder."

Almost at the same time, all the twinkling eyes not far away disappeared, and even the expressions of some people around Chen Dengming became much more friendly.

"It seems that the Luo family's badge is still very useful."

Chen Dengming noticed the subtle change, and while muttering in his heart, he also relaxed.

However, even though there is a waist card, the spiritual grains still have to be handed over as they are, without any discounts or privileges.

It's just obvious that some people with bad intentions or ulterior motives have to weigh it in their hearts.

Chen Dengming is also smart, he only said that he was instructed by people from the Luo family to settle here, and then he found some friends to borrow spirit grains.

This is the art of language. When ordinary people listen to his words, they will naturally connect the two, mistakenly thinking that he has friends in the Luo family, and they are willing to lend him spiritual grains. The relationship is obviously very good.

After all, no matter where you are, a person who refuses to borrow money may not be a good friend, but a person who is willing to lend money definitely regards you as a good friend.

In this way, even if Chen Dengming suddenly took out the spirit grains and the source of the money was unknown, no one would dare to go to the Luo family to inquire.

Even if I went to inquire, the person who pointed him to come here was Miss Luo. Which casual cultivator has such a reputation and such a tiger, and asked Miss Luo for a mere matter of one grain of spirit.

However, if someone really inquired about Miss Luo's relationship, it would be in Chen Dengming's arms, which means that he may succeed by taking advantage of the situation, and some people who want to make trouble may have to retreat.
(End of this chapter)