Although Ming Wuxiang got off to a good start in Wenhua Street, his subsequent luck can only be described as mediocre. Walking all the way through the street stalls on Wenhua Street, the released consciousness only scanned three items with weak aura fluctuations.
There are two jade pendants, one is a bell without a spring. The jade pendant gave Ming Wuxiang a good feeling, but the bell without a spring, Ming Wuxiang lowered his head and was playing with the bell that was as big as a baby's fist in his hand, and his body was engraved with strange runes.
"Is there something wrong with this bell?"
Although the others couldn't figure out how Ming Wuxiang spent a thousand yuan for a bell without a spring, but the stall owner was also a genius, so he dared to ask for a price of one hundred thousand for such a small bell that couldn't ring.
After seeing that Ming Wuxiang was interested, all kinds of smallpox dragons and phoenixes bragged about the origin of this little bell, and almost called this little bell a fairy item.
The street stall owner bragged hard, and Ming Wuxiang bargained harder, even Li Jiahua was surprised that Ming Wuxiang was so sharp sometimes.
Gu Tang saw Li Jiahua and the others squatting beside the stall again, following Xiaobai to study the ancient copper coins, and asked Ming Wuxiang in a low voice.
Gu Tang was different from the others. When he saw the bell for the first time, he felt very uncomfortable. That feeling was similar to that of the demon cultivator who crippled his legs. The magic cultivator made him feel even colder.
Seeing that Ming Wuxiang was holding the bell like this, he was a little worried that the bell that made him feel uncomfortable would be harmful to Ming Wuxiang.
Ming Wuxiang could not have noticed Gu Tang's uncomfortable reaction to the bell. But with previous experience, Gu Tang would respond to the bell, so Ming Wuxiang didn't find it strange at all.
As for Gu Tang's worry, it was nothing to Ming Wuxiang, a late Qi refining monk.
Ming Wuxiang didn't play tricks, nodded, "This bell is quite interesting."
Seeing that Gu Tang was also aroused by himself, he explained with a smile: "This bell should be a black item that has just been unearthed, and it should be placed directly above the coffin of the tomb owner to suppress the tomb owner. Evil weapon."
Hearing that the bell was a black item, Gu Tang's expression didn't change much, but when he heard Ming Wuxiang's next explanation, he frowned.
Gu Tang didn't know what the evil weapon was, but he knew that the bell was not a good thing after hearing the name.
Seeing the worry in Gu Tang's eyes, Ming Wuxiang patted him on the shoulder amusedly, "Don't worry, with such an evil weapon, I can poke a lot of people to death with just one finger."
Evil weapon, the name sounds scary, but it still belongs to the category of mortal weapon, and it is of no great use to monks. But of course, in this world in the age of doom, monks can cherish even mortal weapons.
"I don't know which fateful tomb robber is able to take this bell out of the tomb and sell it on the street stalls in Wenhua Street. For the sake of everyone's safety, it's better not to let this bell circulate outside."
Although Ming Wuxiang didn't think he was a good person, but seeing such a weapon with great lethality to ordinary people placed so casually, since he encountered it, he would definitely not let it do evil again.
Ming Wuxiang had noticed the complexion of the previous stall owner who sold the bell, and his energy and spirit had already been eroded by the evil spirit on the bell. Fortunately, the contact time was not long, otherwise Ming Wuxiang would have taken the bell away , even if the street stall owner does not suffer from ailments, he will have mental problems.
Don't look at the street stall owner who asked for a price of one hundred thousand, and Ming Wuxiang also sold it for one thousand. In this line of work, how can one not be sensitive, especially he should know that there is a problem with the source of his goods, so under the explicit reminder, the stall owner immediately sold the problematic product.
As for Ming Wuxiang, whether something bad will happen to the buyer because of this kind of evil bell, it has nothing to do with him.
Don't blame the stall owner for being cold-blooded, the money and the goods are cleared, the bell is what he clearly wanted to buy, and he didn't force it to the other party.
Although evil weapons are dangerous to ordinary people, they are quite attractive to Feng Shui masters and monks, especially demon cultivators.
If you can find a place full of evil or bloody resentment, such as an ancient battlefield or a mass grave, and place the evil weapon there for a period of time, there is a great chance that the evil weapon will be reborn. , become a spirit weapon.
Ming Wuxiang would not do such a thing, even if it becomes a spiritual weapon, it is still a magic weapon, and he is not a magician, so he has no interest in magic weapons. But he doesn't care about it, who knows if he will meet a demon cultivator with a brain, and use his fresh human life to conceive this evil weapon.
You must know that this is faster and more powerful after becoming a magic weapon.
By the way, Ming Wuxiang also chatted with Gu Tang about how to make this evil bell weapon into a magic weapon. If it was someone else, of course Ming Wuxiang wouldn't dare to tell the other party such a thing, who knows if those demon cultivators would find out, it would be his fault.
The bell was in Ming Wuxiang's hands, if it could be personified, it would definitely be a shivering little pitiful one, but Ming Wuxiang's aura was too strong, it didn't dare to be a demon at all. Not only Ming Wuxiang, Gu Tang standing next to Ming Wuxiang, the aura exuding from his body made Ling Dang feel as if he was facing a natural enemy, afraid of death, okay
Ming Wuxiang played with it and threw the bell into the white jade space, thinking whether to find a time to expel the evil spirit from the bell. After all, this bell is also a mortal weapon made of good materials. After a while, it might be able to make it a spiritual weapon.
Although Ming Wuxiang said that the evil spirit on the bell had no effect on him, Gu Tang was relieved to see Ming Wuxiang put the bell away.
Ming Wuxiang took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already half past ten, and the summer auction started at eleven o'clock. It was about the same time they walked to Nanling Auction House on Wangfu Road from here.
"Yixing, Jiahua, Dongzi, it's almost time, we're going to the summer auction."
Ming Wuxiang yelled, Yi Xing and the others finally got their attention back from all kinds of messy goods on the floor stalls, all of which looked like antiques, but also looked like fakes.
"The time is up so soon?" In other words, they didn't feel like they would stay in Wenhua Street for long.
Ming Wuxiang shrugged his shoulders and could only say that Yi Xing and the others were happy without knowing the time.
"Strange, why didn't brother Xing call us?" Li Jiahua, who was attracted by the dazzling array of products in Wenhua Street, finally thought of Xing Aofeng who almost had a good time with him last night and asked for help.
In other words, isn't their brotherhood really plastic
A lot of plastics didn't know, when Li Jiahua took out his mobile phone, he saw that the mobile phone had been muted by him at some point, and it showed that Xing Aofeng had made twenty missed calls to him.
Li Jiahua felt a little bad about himself, and at this moment, Xing Aofeng's twenty-first call came.
This time Li Jiahua pressed the connect button as soon as the phone rang, and when the other party heard the call was connected, they immediately started to bombard Li Jiahua without waiting for Li Jiahua to apologize.
"Where did you guys go!"
Xing Aofeng's voice not only made Li Jiahua's ears buzzing, but Ming Wuping on the other side could hear Xing Aofeng's loud voice.
It's really no wonder that Xing Aofeng is so anxious. Xing Aofeng, a night owl, rarely gets up before nine o'clock, because he still remembers going to the summer auction at eleven o'clock today.
When he packed himself up and called Li Jiahua, Li Jiahua's cell phone was pressed to silent for some reason, so he couldn't find anyone.
No one answered the phone, Xing Aofeng thought that Li Jiahua hadn't woken up yet, as for why he didn't ask Gu Tang, who was more familiar, and mentioned that Xing Liushao was so angry that his liver hurt. This guy Gu Tang actually said that he didn't want to be disturbed, so he didn't tell him his current mobile phone number.
Depend on! Is he the kind of person who will leak Gu Tang's phone number casually!
However, no matter how angry Xing Aofeng is, Gu Tang just refuses to give him his mobile phone number. As for Ming Wuxiang, Xing Aofeng clearly feels that Ming Wuxiang should be quite soft and talkative. It's just that the reality tells him that the person who can attract the attention of that guy Gu Tang, how could it be Ruan Meng!
In the end, Xing Aofeng only got Li Jiahua's mobile phone number, because he heard Li Jiahua say that Ming Wuxiang was a child of him and lived in the same village. Xing Aofeng thought, with Li Jiahua around, is he afraid that he won't be able to find where Gu Tang's nest is
However, when Xing Aofeng went to the hotel where Ming Wuxiang and the others stayed, the front desk staff of the hotel told him that Gu Tang and the others had already checked out.
Call Li Jiahua again, but still no one answered. If it weren't for the fact that these guys are all adults, Xing Aofeng would have wanted to report missing persons, okay...
If you don't look for him when you go out to play, the most important thing is that he can't find anyone. It's strange that Xing Aofeng didn't turn into the Roaring Emperor.
Li Jiahua, who was yelled at by Xing Aofeng, could only put on a bitter face, while enduring the damage to his ears, he coaxed Xing Aofeng, who was the incarnation of the Roaring Emperor, in a good voice.
As for Ming Wuxiang and the others who were watching, I'm sorry, Xing Aofeng called Li Jiahua, so they wouldn't get involved.
As the saying goes, dead fellows don't die poor ones, under the accusation of Li Jiahua's resentful eyes, they are indeed plastic feelings.
Finally calmed down Xing Aofeng, and told him by the way that they are in Wenhua Street, and they will meet at the intersection of Wenhua Street later.
Putting away the feverish phone, Li Jiahua pointed at Ming Wuxiang and the others with trembling fingers, speaking in a tone that really made those who heard it sad and those who listened to tears.
"How could you throw me to Brother Xing to torture me, and watch the play without saying a word!"
Not to mention that nothing is easy to do, even Dong Zhiming shrugged at Li Jiahua, who was very resentful, as if he was helpless.
"Brother Xing is looking for you." The subtext is to find someone to take over the pot.
"..." The boat of friendship has capsized!
"Pfft... cough cough." Xiao Bai, who had been watching the crowd all this time, saw that Li Jiahua was so angry that he was about to turn his stomach, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
Fortunately, I quickly realized that my laughter was not kind, so I immediately suppressed my smile.
Remembering what Ming Wuxiang said before, he kindly changed the topic, "Are you going to the summer auction held by the Nanling Auction House later?"
"Yes, Xiaobai is going too?"
Xiaobai nodded, "I'm a companion, I have a little one to go."
"That's right, we can go together."
The time is indeed almost up, Xiaobai didn't refuse, Li Jiahua and the others' personalities, although Xiaobai hasn't been in contact for a long time, overall their senses are good.
Xiaobai's childhood friend happened to be waiting at the intersection of Wenhua Street. When Ming Wuxiang and his group walked to the intersection of Wenhua Street, they saw a young man with a satchel standing on tiptoe looking left and right, and then his eyes lit up as if he had discovered something, and he quickly walked towards Ming Wuxiang and the others. come along.
Looking at the young man's appearance, no need to ask, it should be Xiaobai's childhood. However, when Ming Wujing saw the young man, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He really didn't know what to say about his luck today.