The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 805 Killing Husband and Proving the Way 20
Stall owner:! ! !
The eyes of the onlookers lit up.

This is a stall selling all kinds of groceries. The stall owner is dressed in shabby gray clothes, with disheveled hair, old and old, and the things on the tablecloth are old things. Unexpectedly...

"Girl, do you want this thing? If you don't want it, I, Lao Lin, will."

"I, I, I want it too, the price is up to you!"

The stall owner was anxious: "I won't sell it, I won't sell it, I won't sell it anymore!" As he said that, he was going to grab it, but when he saw Xihe looking at him with a smile, he stopped his hands in embarrassment.

There is an unwritten rule in the cultivation world, once a deal is concluded, the seller cannot go back on his word.

Just now Xihe handed over the Lingshi.

"Gu, girl, look, this mid-grade spirit stone is not suitable... Since you are so knowledgeable, aren't you cheating my old man?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the people around suddenly changed.

Xihe smiled: "This fellow Taoist is right, a middle-grade spirit stone is really not suitable."

"However, when I bought something just now, I didn't check it specifically. It's too much to say that it's a pit. In this case, what do you think of the 100 yuan high-grade spirit stone? Although Wuguang wood is rare, the price is also high in the auction house. .”

The stall owner's eyes widened instantly: "100 yuan high-grade spirit stone?"

Xihe smiled and put a storage bag on the table, surrounded by the sound of rapid breathing, the stall owner picked it up and stuffed it into his arms without thinking: "Okay, take it away."

Anyway, he doesn't need it, and if he wants to come back, he will sell it, 100 yuan of high-grade spirit stones, a big profit!

The coveted Wuguangmu entered Xihe's pocket in this way, and there was a burst of envy around him, secretly hating himself for not having a pair of sharp eyes and missing so many good things for nothing.

A group of people sighed and prepared to disperse, but they didn't want to see the woman bent down and picked up a lump of soil again.

Crowd:! ! !
Stall owner:! ! !
Xihe said to himself, "This is turmeric. It is produced under a thousand feet in the great desert in the west of Nanshan Mountain. The material is extremely hard and can hold a large amount of earth-attribute aura. It is an excellent material for refining the magic weapon of earth-repelling nature."

After speaking, he put down the unattractive dirt lump.

Everyone's eyes widened, and the next second they rushed forward, rushing to grab the ginger yellow crystal.

Xihe got up, walked to the other side of the booth, looked at all kinds of small bottles randomly piled up together, and after a while, picked out a green slender neck round bottle that could be held with one hand.

After a closer look, he said: "This is an infinite bottle. After absorbing the spiritual energy once in seven days, it can ripen plants for a hundred years."

The surface of the bottle is painted with exquisite dark green leaf-like patterns, which are no different from other small bottles. If it is not for Xihe's sharp eyes, it is estimated that it will only be given as a gift by the stall owner to some lucky guy.

Everyone: ! ! !
The whole booth became lively in an instant, and they rushed to grab it.

"Hey, take it easy, don't break it, I won't spare you if it breaks... Five top-quality spirit stones! Three pieces? No way." The stall owner, a little old man, was too busy.

And Xihe in this room had already left with a few people who were stunned.

It wasn't until he turned to another street that Uncle Zhong closed his mouth wide open, and looked at Xihe with admiration on his face: "Young Madam, you know a lot, really amazing!"

Xihe smiled without saying a word, and led several people into the roadside teahouse.

There were many monks sitting in the teahouse, drinking tea leisurely. The storyteller in the middle was eloquently telling stories. Several people chose a seat to sit down, ordered a cup of Yunwu Lingcha, and looked towards the middle.

"If it is said that these four sects are really a gathering of stars, there are countless heroes."

"For example, Jian Zong Mo Xingchen, Yao Zong Fu Xiang, Li Zong Li Feiyun, and our Shang Yuan Zong Qing Le, they are all outstanding, there is no rival under Yuan Ying... Seeing the Zongmen Grand Competition held once every 50 years... It's about to start, I don't know who will win the leader this time!"

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, and there were speculations about who was the biggest winner.

"Of course it's our Senior Sister Qingyue!"

This is the territory of Shangyuanzong. There are many disciples of Shangyuanzong. Naturally, he bet on his senior sister to win. For a while, Qingle's voice came out of the window, attracting passers-by to look sideways.

Fan Xiu couldn't help looking at Xihe, who shook his head slightly.

Zongmen Big Competition?

Qing Le is busy now, how can she have the time?Bow your head and drink tea.

At this time, in a small town in Tianmu City, Qing Le, who was robbed of meat buns by dogs, was struggling to get up and chase after her. , gave her some broken silver and let her leave.

An old man, alone, with money in his hand, isn't that obvious to be robbed?

As soon as Qing Le stepped out of the Yamen, she was followed by a few gangsters. Without waiting for her to react, she rushed up to grab the money and ran away. Her legs and feet were weak, and she staggered and fell to the ground.

Thanks to the kindness of a few vendors, they took her to the hospital.

The medical center saw her as a widowed and lonely old man, who gave her free treatment, waited for her to recover and kindly wanted to take her in, cleaned the floor in the hospital, and did some things within her power, but she didn't eat much anyway.

"No need."

Qing Le left directly.

She always felt so absurd, everything shouldn't be like this...but what should it be like?

An old man with no money, no dry food, and a widow. After two days of this kind of life, Qingle can no longer think about such big things with a simple brain capacity. She is hungry, very hungry, and she just wants to fill her stomach.

"Go, go, I'm not a philanthropist, so I'll go elsewhere for food."

The sesame seed stall owner stepped forward and pushed her away.

A strong sense of shame swept over her body, Qing Le covered her face and ran away quickly.

Gululu, Gululu,
She couldn't move anymore, and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Hey, wake up, meaty buns, do you want to eat?"

Qing Le opened her eyes, in front of her was a skinny little face with bright eyes, dressed in tattered clothes... Seeing her wake up, she immediately put the hot steamed stuffed bun in her hand, swallowing: "Eat it quickly."

Obviously she couldn't eat enough, but she stubbornly stuffed the bun into her hand.

Qing Le glanced at him weakly, took the bun, and ate it elegantly.

The little boy swallowed, and asked about other things: "Grandma, why are you here alone? No one wants you anymore? I don't want anyone anymore, but you are like my grandma. She also has white hair, and she also has white hair. hunched over."

"My grandmother is fine. She sews clothes for me and cooks delicious pancakes for me... Grandma, do you know how?"

Barbara, said a lot.

After Qing Le finished eating, she closed her eyes, ignored him, and fell asleep directly on the haystack.

The little boy pursed his lips and sat aside with some disappointment.

Since then, Qingle has lived a life of being supported by the little boy. Beggars will be driven out of the town from time to time, and they will be moved outside the city. Bump ran back.

Every time he would hold a meaty meat bun in his arms.

Qing Le sleeps from morning till night, her only activity is to hobble to a nearby stream to wash her face and comb her hair. Although she is a homeless old woman, she always dresses neatly, which makes other beggars angry.

The accident happened one evening.

(End of this chapter)