Report to Emperor Zun: Others cry when the empress rolls

Chapter 85 Strange Old Man
The black market, a magical existence.

A place that says fixed is not fixed.

Fixed is that it lands in the same place every time, not fixed because it moves, a bit like a separate small world.

Here, you can sell natural materials and earthly treasures, you can sell pills, and you can even sell people.

A very inclusive place, but also a demanding one.

You can't use spiritual power, and you can't fight, fight, kill, and steal.

Once discovered, they will be expelled for life.

Other than that, you can do anything.

Murongyin and Yun Yi sat next to the stall, eating steaming small buckwheat wontons.

Like them, there are many, and it is not very obtrusive.

Murong Yin looked at these people, not all of them were from Nanyou Country.

After eating a bowl of small wontons, Murong Yin stretched out his hand towards Yun Yi very naturally.

Yun Yi casually took out a pack of steaming steamed buns and handed them to her.

"Eat one, taste it, it's not bad." Murongyin looked at Yun Yi who had also finished eating the wontons, made a bun and handed it to Yun Yi's mouth.

This is a completely subconscious move. She is now focusing on those outsiders, guessing where they are from.

Yun Yi didn't think so, looking at the steamed stuffed bun next to his mouth, his heart felt as if it had been smeared with honey, it was so sweet, he opened his mouth, and bit the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth.

Murong Yin took a moment to take a look: "How is it?"

"Not bad." Yun Yi replied.

"Since that's the case, there are four more here, here." Murongyin handed the buns over.

Yun Yi: "."

Yun Yi looked at the steamed stuffed bun bag, his eyebrows furrowed, why didn't he continue to feed it?
Looking at the white and tender side face, Yun Yi finally took the bun reluctantly, tied the bun vigorously and fed it into his mouth.

Poor bun, it's dripping juice~
Murongyin withdrew her probing gaze, and saw Yun Yi swallowing the last mouthful of steamed stuffed bun with a smirk on his face.

Murongyin who didn't know:? ? ?
Fortunately, Murong Yin didn't get too entangled, under the endless calls of everyone.

The black market is open.

As soon as it was opened, everyone rushed in. After a while, more than half of the people in front of the illusory door of the black market were gone.

Murong Yin and Yun Yi walked last, when they entered, the original gate closed and disappeared.

Curiously, Murong Yin walked to the original location of the gate, but found nothing.

It really seems to disappear out of thin air.

"Let's go." After taking a last look, Murong Yin and Yun Yi left and walked deeper.

Because it was her first time entering the black market, Murong Yin was not in a hurry, and walked around as if she were usually shopping.

In this black market, there are stone houses and attics. Some vendors run fast and occupy the attics, while some are so slow that they have to find a place to set up their stalls.

As he walked, Murongyin fixed his eyes on a booth and walked over involuntarily.

Yun Yi followed closely behind, protecting her from being hit by others.

"Sister, those stones are the same as the ones you bought at the auction, hurry up and buy them all!"

Mange in the space shouted.

Um?Stone?

Murongyin turned his gaze away from a medicinal herb and landed on a pile of stones, showing a disgusted expression.

I have to say that they look exactly the same - ugly.

"This—senior." Murong Yin knelt down in front of the stall, looked at the stones, then at the herbs, looked up at the stall owner, and considered his words.

"How do you sell these stones? And this, this, this, these herbs."

The stall owner in front of him was an old man with a messy beard and hair, and tattered clothes.

If it weren't for the long breath and unfathomable strength, this is a little old man who is so ordinary that he is thrown into the crowd.

The old man opened his eyes, a little surprised. He didn't expect that someone would come to ask him just as he set up the stall today, how he came and went back in the past.

There was a trace of interest in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

"What do you want to buy, little friend?"

Murong Yin looked at the old man, then stretched out his hand and pointed at random—all of them once.

The old man brushed his beard together: "You want them all?"

Murong Yin nodded again.

"What do you buy these things for?" the old man asked again.

Murong Yin didn't answer but instead asked: "There is another item in the black market transaction. Does the buyer have to explain everything he wants?"

In fact, apart from medicinal materials, she didn't know what those things could do.

The old man smiled: "Of course there is no such item."

Murong Yin: So?

"Tell me how you sell these, I'm in a hurry to go to other stalls, senior." Murong Yin urged.

"Hey! You little friend, why are you still impatient at such a young age?"

Murong Yin rolled her eyes: "Nonsense, it's only 15 days in total, I won't buy more. Next time I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey?"

The old man was in a hurry: "The things at this stall are more valuable than everyone else's. Why are you buying those defective products?"

Murong Yin choked, and looked at the things on the old man's stall again, and came to a conclusion, except that the pile of medicinal herbs was very valuable.I didn't see anything else.

A rusty guqin, a pile of ugly stones, a rusty box, some dusty iron blocks, a few books and so on.

Whose is the defective product, we don't know, and we dare not say.

On the contrary, Yun Yi looked at the things on the stall, and glanced thoughtfully at the old man.

The sound transmission to the woman on the ground with a troubled face: "Yin'er, he didn't lie to you, his things are priceless."

Murongyin turned her head abruptly, looked at Yunyi, and said with her lips: Really?
Yun Yi nodded indistinctly.

Murong Yin's eyes lit up!
Hahaha, she is so lucky, to meet such a hidden master right after she came here!

Murongyin happily wanted to reach out to touch these things, but the old man blocked them back with a slap that was neither serious nor heavy.

Murong Yin pursed her lips, looked at the old man, displeased: "Why did you hit me?"

The old man was not annoyed at all, he shook his head and said: "These things are very expensive, if you can afford one thing, it will belong to you. If you can't afford it, I won't sell it at all."

what?
Murongyin looked confused, what the hell is this, and at the same time felt uneasy: "If you can't afford it, you won't sell anything?"

The old man shook his head: "Not for sale!"

hiss--

Murongyin took a deep breath and held back his temper: "Say, what do you want?"

At the same time, he surrendered to Yun Yi asking for help, and then returned to stare at the old man.

The old man noticed her movements and didn't care, he just said, "Talent."

Murong Yin was dumbfounded, what is it?
What the hell is talent?

"Old senior, are you kidding me?"

The old man kept silent.

"What do you ask talent to do?"

The old man still didn't answer.

Murongyin racked her brains, and finally sat down in front of the booth, smashing the pot and saying, "You came to the black market, you don't come to recruit disciples, do you?"

This matter is impossible no matter how you think about it, Murong Yin just asked casually.

The old man nodded.

Murong Yin: "."

"You want to accept disciples?"

"You put these things out, and I don't know what you can do? How do you know if I have talent?"

"Old man, do you think your behavior is reliable?"

(End of this chapter)