The Immortal King In The City

Chapter 12: trade

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Chen Mo walked over and squatted beside the stall, playing with some objects on the stall.

"How much does this pair of jade lions cost?"

The Taoist glanced at Shen Mo and seemed to feel that Chen Mo was too young to be a buyer, so he replied absently: "One thousand."

"What about this painting?" Chen Mo asked, pointing to a painting of a lady.

"Copy Tang Yin's masterpiece, one thousand."

"What about this stone?" Chen Mo pointed to the corner at the back of the stall, which was not easily discovered, and there was a strange blue stone the size of a bowl.

Judging from the position of the stone, it seems that it was used to press the spreader and was not taken seriously by the owner.

"Lao Tao, I picked that up on the mountain. I felt it was special, so I brought it back. If you want it, I can give it to you, but you want to tell me what the stone is for?" Lao Tao looked at Chen Mo, with a look in his eyes. Bare.

Chen Mo was slightly surprised. He had been very careful, but he didn't expect that the old Taoist would still find out the clues.

Chen Mo's target was the strange blue stone. Although it looked like an ordinary stone on the surface, Chen Mo could feel the energy of heaven and earth contained in it.

When it comes to jade, people in the world only look at its appearance. For example, the world-famous Hetian white jade contains very little energy of heaven and earth. Some of them don't even have the slightest element of heaven and earth energy at all. Even if they are carved into exquisite jewelry, wearing them will not bring any benefit to the human body.

On the contrary, those jade stones that look ugly but contain the power of heaven and earth have the effect of prolonging people's lives.

This blue stone is a rare jade that contains the energy of heaven and earth, and the content of the energy of heaven and earth is very impressive, much higher than Chen Mo's original expectation.

Of course, the more heaven and earth energy contained in jade, the better the effect of the spirit gathering array will be.

When Chen Mo saw the blue jade placed in an unattended corner, he thought that the old man didn't pay much attention to it, so he wanted to take advantage of it and buy the jade quietly. However, Chen Mo still underestimated this veteran.

Chen Mo looked at the old Taoist indifferently, and was slightly surprised. He couldn't understand the old Taoist's thoughts? Moreover, there is no spiritual fluctuation in the old Taoist's body, so he is definitely an ordinary person. If this old Taoist has no distracting thoughts, it means that the city is extremely deep.

"Deal!" Chen Mo agreed decisively, but added another condition: "I can tell you the function of this stone, but you have to tell me where you found this stone!"

The old Taoist looked at Chen Mo, pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay!"

After saying that, the old Taoist stood up, closed the stall, and handed the green stone to Chen Mo: "This is not the place to talk, you come with me!"

Chen Mo took the stone and weighed it in his hand. It was enough for him to set up a spirit gathering array, and there was still a lot left. When he breaks through to the second level of Qi Condensation, he can use the remaining jade stones to make some simple protective jade pendants.

Lao Dao took Chen Mo to a dilapidated residential building.

On the fifth floor, Lao Tao's home, a third bedroom.

Opening the door, the old man made an invitation gesture: "Come in!"

Chen Mo nodded and looked around at Lao Dao's home.

"Sit anywhere!"

The old Taoist said something, put down the big cloth bag containing the antique calligraphy and paintings, then opened the cabinet, took a bag of tea, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

The layout of the old Taoist home is very strange. The walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings. Chen Mo doesn't know much about these, but with his eyes, he can see that two of them have an ancient atmosphere.

On the shelves at the door of the kitchen and on the shelves of the bookcases, there were various antiques and jades, which were dazzling to see, but Chen Mo did not feel the slightest element of heaven and earth on those things.

"They are all old collections. Are you interested in any of them?" The old Taoist made tea and asked Chen Mo, who was still standing in the living room.

Chen Mo shook his head, walked over and sat across from Lao Dao: "I am only interested in stones, especially natural stones that have not been carved."

The old Taoist smiled bitterly: "That's difficult. That strange blue stone was brought back by me with a little extra care when I went up the mountain to collect herbs."

Chen Mo remained calm and asked: "Which mountain? Are there many rocks like this on the mountain?"

The old Taoist shook his head: "Not much, I found this one. At that time, I found that the herb actually grew on this strange blue stone. I thought this stone was a little special, so I brought it back."

This stone contains the energy of heaven and earth, and it is not surprising that it can induce the birth of medicinal herbs. Chen Mo felt relieved. It seems that the old Taoist discovered this bluestone purely by chance.

"You haven't told me yet, what is the purpose of this stone?" The old Taoist took a sip of tea and stared at Chen Mo and asked.

Chen Mo definitely cannot tell the truth, and the identity of the immortal cultivator cannot be revealed yet.

"Actually, I am a stone gambler. I think this stone is of good quality and may yield good materials, so I want to take it to the stone gambler and give it a try!"

The old man smiled and said, "Even if you don't want to say it, you don't have to use this excuse to fool me. Although I don't know how to gamble on stones, this thing is so big and I can see through it at a glance. What kind of material can I get out of it?"

Chen Mo frowned, this veteran knew quite a lot. But he couldn't think of a good excuse for a while, so he could only pretend to insist: "What I said is true."

The old man suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Young man, if you are willing to tell me the true function of this stone, I can exchange it with you for a secret. It was in that place that I discovered this stone."

Chen Mo was a little moved. As far as he knew, the place where this jade stone was born must be a place with extremely abundant spiritual energy. If you practice in that kind of place, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

And maybe there are other heavenly and earthly treasures conceived in that place, which the old Taoist would definitely not be able to detect with his naked eyes.

"Okay, in that case, let me tell you the truth. In fact, this stone is a piece of jade, which contains the energy of heaven and earth. It is of little use to ordinary people, but it has miraculous effects on those who practice martial arts."

The old Taoist looked slightly shocked, stared at Chen Mo, and asked excitedly: "Could it be that you are a martial arts practitioner?"

Chen Mo was a little surprised. The old Taoist actually knew even the warrior. Who was he

Chen Mo looked at Lao Dao again and confirmed that he was just an ordinary person: "Yes, I am a warrior."

After receiving Chen Mo's exact answer, the old Taoist became even more excited: "I traveled with my master in my early years and listened to my master telling stories about those martial arts practitioners. Every time my master mentioned martial artists, he was filled with fascination and reverence. Unfortunately, my master took me to visit famous mountains. Dachuan, until his deathbed, did not find a single warrior."

"I thought there was no such thing as a warrior in this world. Everything was made up. I didn't expect that I would actually see one in my lifetime!"

"Master, his spirit is in heaven, he can rest his eyes in peace!" After saying that, the old Taoist actually knelt down, faced the east, and knelt down.

Seeing the old Taoist's exaggerated expression, Chen Mo was not touched at all. If practitioners were so easy to find, then the streets would be full of warriors.

Just like a cultivator, if you want to become a warrior, you must have the foundation, qualifications, and perseverance, all of which are indispensable.

Even from the Li family, a super aristocratic family, Chen Mo found two warriors, Li Yue and Li Ze.

"I have already told you the function of this jade stone. Now you can tell me the secret." Chen Mo looked at the old man with neither joy nor sadness.

The old Taoist stood up, adjusted his robe, and looked at Chen Mo who suddenly became a little respectful: "Since you are a martial arts practitioner, it is very appropriate to tell you this secret."

The old Taoist's address to Chen Mo has been changed to 'you'.

"I found this stone on the edge of the Blackwater Pool in Lingwu Mountain. And there seemed to be many such stones around the Blackwater Pool. But I didn't dare to go deep because there were local rumors that there were monsters in the Blackwater Pool. "

"Monsters?" Chen Mo frowned. He knew that the monsters that ordinary people call them are actually monsters with intelligence.

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Chen Mo asked.

The old Taoist shook his head, feeling a little ashamed: "No, but as soon as I approached the edge of the black water pool, I felt a chill coming from inside, and I didn't dare to move forward."

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that this black water pool should have what he wanted.

Chen Mo suddenly stared at the old Tao closely, like a strong man looking at a little girl. The old Tao looked nervous.

"Do you want to become a warrior?" Chen Mo asked lightly.

The old Taoist's originally calm eyes widened suddenly, looking at Silence in disbelief: "I, can it? Doesn't it mean that if you want to practice martial arts, you need the bones, qualifications, and age before the age of sixteen? ?”

Thinking of his age, the old Taoist suddenly felt as if he was deflated. He is already fifty this year, how can he become a warrior

Chen Mo took a sip of tea, lay on the sofa, put his hands behind his head, and said with a confident smile: "I said you can, you can. Who said you can't become a warrior when you are older?"

Chen Mo's words carried an extremely powerful prestige, which even gave the old Taoist the illusion that the person sitting in front of him was not a young man under twenty years old at all, but a martial arts master!

The old man understood that perhaps the greatest opportunity in his life had come.

Bowing down and cupping his hands, the old Taoist's attitude was extremely solemn, and he bowed to Chen Mo and said: "Senior brother, please introduce me to me. If I can become a master, I will remember your great kindness forever!"

"Senior brother?" The corner of Chen Mo's mouth curled up slightly. It seemed that the veteran had misunderstood.

Chen Mo suddenly stood up and waved his hand: "There is no need to introduce him, I represent the sect here!"

Chen Mo is a disciple of the Xuan Dao Sect, which is a major sect that cultivates immortals on the planet. The Xuandao Sect looks down upon Earth, a planet with poor spiritual energy. Moreover, Chen Mo is the only disciple of the Xuandao Sect on the earth now. Chen Mo can naturally represent the sect. .

Of course, except for the little junior sister who might be reborn on Earth.

The old Taoist had a different picture in his mind. He thought that Chen Mo's sect must be very small, with only one or two people. Otherwise, why would Chen Mo be able to represent the entire sect at such a young age

Thinking of this, the old Taoist who was originally excited suddenly felt a little disappointed. I thought I could join a big martial arts sect, but I didn't expect that I would join a small sect with only three or two big cats and kittens. This kind of gap is hard for anyone to accept.

But fortunately, even for a small sect, something is better than nothing. You must know that the experienced master has never seen a warrior until his death. Compared with the master, the experienced master does not know how many times luckier he is.

"Then, should I call you senior brother? Or..." The old man blushed a little. The word "master" was too much for him to say to a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.