There was good and bad energy in the Tianwai Clinic. When he returned to the Tianwai Clinic from the convenience door, Ning Tao took the rotten cauldron and put the pieces of the wooden fish of the compassionate nun into the rotten cauldron to mend the rot and refine it.
Ning Tao's enthusiasm is beyond words. As long as this business is done, other cultivators will soon come to ask him to repair the magic weapon. He wanted more money, more spiritual materials, and more spiritual materials. From then on, he embarked on the road of cultivation and wealth!
On the ground, in the sky, in the underground flea market.
"Little nun, I'm afraid you've been deceived." The cultivator with a pointed face and monkey cheeks came over.
Ci Xin frowned and did not speak to him.
Someone was talking next to me.
"That man is a member of the Thieving Sect. His name is Ma Song, nicknamed the Drilling Rat. I heard that he has a magical weapon of earth escape. He specializes in stealing spiritual materials and ancestral graves. He is very hateful. I'm afraid he is a goblin who is eyeing that little nun. Stone."
"He doesn't dare to mess around here."
"If he grabs it, that would be a good thing. If I kill him, the magic weapon he has will be mine."
Ma Song looked back at the few people who were whispering, his eyes cold.
The few people looked away and talked about other things.
Ma Song's eyes moved to Ci Xin again, and he chuckled: "Little nun, how about you sell me this goblin stone if I don't give you 20 million?"
"Not for sale." Ci Xin's answer was categorical. She spoke two words without any pressure, and stuttered after one word.
"I advise you to give up. That cultivation doctor has taken your magic weapon and ran away. You won't be able to pay the debt if you go back. Otherwise, you can sell your hair for 20 million and return to secular life. This world is so wonderful and you have never experienced anything. , isn’t it a pity?” Ma Song’s words were frivolous.
"Ignore... you." Cixin said, her face flushed and she looked very angry.
Master Fakong pronounced the Buddha's name with a sullen expression on his brows, but even he couldn't take action here.
Qing Zhui walked up and looked at Ma Song with cold eyes: "You want to die, don't you? I'm still here, how dare you say bad things about my man."
Ma Song sneered: "So what? Do you dare to do it here?"
Qing Zhui said: "You are not allowed to use your hands here, but you are not allowed to use your mouth."
"What do you mean?" A smirk appeared on Ma Song's lips, "Do you want to kiss me?"
"Bah!" Qing Zhui suddenly opened his mouth and smeared a mouthful of saliva on Ma Song's face.
The venom of snakes is in the mouth, let alone a snake spirit like Qing Zhui. Her saliva contained extremely poison, and as soon as it touched Ma Song's face, a cloud of green smoke suddenly appeared on Ma Song's face, as well as the burning smell of sulfuric acid poured on meat.
"Ah—" Ma Song screamed and covered his face.
Qing Zhui took two steps back.
Ma Song raised his finger and pointed at Qing Zhui: "She broke the rules here. Come on, everyone, kill her!"
No one moved.
Rules are dead, but people are alive. Qing Zhui doesn't have any treasures on her body, so who would bother to kill her? What's more, Qing Zhui just spat and didn't take action, which meant that he didn't break the rules of this flea market.
Qing Zhui sneered: "I ruined your face, what do you dare to do? Do you dare to kill me?"
"I'll kill you bitch!" Ma Song roared angrily and pounced on Qing Zhui.
The flea market suddenly resounded with the sounds of cold weapons being released and guns being loaded. Each cultivator and demon stared at Ma Song with gleaming eyes. They had no interest in finishing the chase, but they were very motivated to kill Ma Song. The cultivators and monsters in the flea market have been coveting the earth escape weapon on Ma Song for a long time. As soon as he takes action, they will swarm in to kill and seize the treasure!
Masson suddenly stopped, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Only then did he realize that he had almost been fooled by this snake demon!
Qing Zhui had been following Ning Tao for so long, and Ning Tao was going further and further down the deceptive road. How could she avoid being exposed
Sure enough, as soon as Ma Song stopped, Qing Zhui said sarcastically: "You are just a coward. I slapped your face and you didn't dare to make a move. Are you still a man?"
"Very good, the green mountains will remain unchanged and the green waters will flow forever. Let's wait and see." After leaving these words, Ma Song turned around and left. His face was still ulcerated, but it felt like it was someone else's face and had nothing to do with him.
"Ma Song, you're still not a fucking man, go ahead and kill her!" someone encouraged.
"You are embarrassing your bandits, kill her!"
A sarcastic voice.
Masson seemed not to hear these sounds and strode toward the exit.
Just then, Ning Tao came down from the stone stairs and saw Ma Song with smoke on his face. He said in surprise: "Oh, friend, what's wrong with your face? I can cure your face, you just need to..."
Ma Song stared at Ning Tao fiercely, and then walked past Ning Tao.
Ning Tao remembered Ma Song's smell and walked to his "stall".
Everyone's attention was focused on Ning Tao. When he left, he took away the fragments of the little nun Ci Xin's magic weapon. He said that he had repaired it in half an hour. Now he returned in less than half an hour. Everyone present They couldn't help but wonder whether he had completed his "order".
"It was only a little over twenty minutes ago, and the cultivation doctor came back. I bet that he would make up a bunch of excuses to trick the little nun, saying that the instrument was not repaired."
"Repairing broken magic weapons, you are talking about ancestral craftsmanship, bah! Now that the spiritual energy is lacking, we can't even make ordinary magic weapons. He actually dares to say that he can repair broken magic weapons. This is okay to deceive the little nun. , want to deceive us old Jianghu, dreaming!"
"If he can't produce the repaired wooden fish later, he will be selling fakes. We can kill him and take away his medicine box. There must be a lot of good things in it."
"Hey hey hey..."
Amid the sneers, pairs of eyes stared at Ning Tao without concealing the greed and violence in their hearts.
Ning Tao turned a blind eye to the whispers and greedy eyes of those people. He strode to Ci Xin's side and handed the baggage he took with him to Ci Xin: "Your magic weapon has been repaired, let's take a look. "
"Has it been repaired...?" Cixin looked surprised.
Ning Tao smiled: "Of course, open it and take a look."
Ci Xin couldn't wait to open the baggage, and the moment the cloth was lifted, a holy light was revealed.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the baggage.
Lying quietly in that baggage was a golden wooden fish. It was neither gold nor wood. There seemed to be wind and clouds moving on the surface. It was magical!
"It's fixed... it's done!" Ci Xin was so excited that she danced with joy.
Ning Tao said loudly: "The quality of the magic weapon I have repaired will be better than the original. If you have broken magic weapons, you can come to me and give me money or spiritual materials."
There was dead silence in the flea market, only Ning Tao's voice echoed. To be honest, no one believes that a broken magic weapon can be repaired, let alone that the quality after repair is even better than the original! However, the water wooden fish that Ning Tao had repaired was just lying in the baggage, and they couldn't help but not believe it. Also, if you hadn't repaired it, where did Ning Tao conjure up a water wooden fish for the little nun, and all he got in exchange for it was just a piece of coal!
"Hmm." Qing Zhui coughed and reminded: "Little master, my husband has repaired your magic weapon, you piece of coal..."
Ci Xin finally came back to her senses and hurriedly picked up the goblin stone and handed it to Ning Tao: "Thank you... donor... this... is for you."
Ning Tao was not polite, took the goblin stone and put it into the small medicine box, and then said: "Master, if you have any other magical weapons from the Emei Sect, please come to me later and I will calculate the membership price for you. "
"Thank you...goodbye." Ci Xin accepted the Water Wooden Fish, took the baggage on his back and turned to leave.
Ning Tao looked around: "Fellow Taoists, who has a broken magic weapon to repair? Come while I still have some time."
Wow, a group of people followed and rushed up.
"Doctor Ning, one of my demon-suppressing stones is broken. Look, I have a white jade toad here..."
"Doctor Ning, you have a compass here. Look, I have a thousand-year-old wild ginseng here... Isn't it enough? How about I add another golden potato for you... "
"Doctor Ning..."
People are so realistic. Just now, these people were paying attention to Ning Tao's small medicine box and discussed that as long as he couldn't get the repaired Water Wooden Fish, they would attack him in groups, kill people and seize treasures, but now they regard Ning Tao as their grandfather. He was afraid of neglecting Ning Tao and not repairing his magic weapon.
You know, in the current world of cultivation, even an ordinary magic weapon cannot be manufactured. The magic weapon left by the ancestors is used less and less. If you can pay a little money or spiritual materials to repair it, who wants to miss such a good thing
Ning Tao felt happy from ear to ear, but on his face he looked like he was at a disadvantage.
"You only have this little thing and you still want me to help you repair the magic weapon. I'm an honest person, so you don't have to bully me like this, right? If you have anything else, take it out first."
"Your magic weapon is so broken, you can repair it, but what you have is not enough. You have to add more money. When a new store opens, I will give you a 50% discount and charge you five million."
Words like this kept coming out of Ning Tao's mouth.
"Don't crowd, don't crowd. You guys are in such a mess. You say yours and I say mine. Who does my husband listen to? Line up and come one by one."
"Hold the spiritual materials, checks, etc. that you want to present in your hands, and don't waste time. Then who, you have the nerve to line up with just that little thing?"
Words like this kept coming out of Qing Zhui's mouth.
As the saying goes, those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. She already has a rather deceptive demeanor.
On earth and in heaven, in a secret room.
Liu Shiba looked at the surveillance screen with a strange smile on his face: "Interesting, this cultivation doctor is interesting."
"Eighteenth Master, I'm going to look for him too. My ancestor left a magic weapon that can't be used now. I'm going to ask him if he can repair it." Taoist Priest Qingsong said.
Liu Shiba smiled slightly: "Why bother to go there in person? Trust me, he will come to me after the market is over. Then I will let him help you repair the magic weapon unconditionally."
Taoist Priest Qingsong nodded, and then moved his eyes to the surveillance screen. He looked at Ning Tao and couldn't look away.