Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 167 I am the immortal in the book! The power of the purple gas gambling treasure

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"Ah~"

Seeing this, the young man in brocade robe sighed and looked at Chen Jingyun with pity in his eyes: "Your fifth grandfather must be mentally ill. That broken book is not worth even half a tael of silver. Even an uneducated second-generation ancestor like me can see that."

Jiang Xiaoyu glanced at him from the side and said, "You have a very clear self-awareness."

After a pause, she continued, "I think Fifth Grandpa has been under too much pressure recently. It's not easy to be a nanny these past two years. Maybe he wants to splurge a little to vent."

Five spirit stones are not a lot, but they are not a few either.

Some people at the bottom of the immortal cultivation world may not be able to earn this amount even if they work hard for a year.

Chen Xiuyang also sighed.

I originally thought that Uncle Wu would come forward and win for them, and teach this black-hearted gambling stall owner a lesson.

result!

This involves even myself.

"Boss, do you have any treasures you recommend for me to buy?"

At this time, Chen Jingyun had already put the worn-out book into his storage bag. He continued to scan the current stall and asked casually.

"???"

Liao Laoliu, who had just earned five spirit stones, did not expect that he would buy more, and was a little stuck for a moment.

However, he was experienced in the martial arts world after all, and he adjusted his mood in an instant, showing an appreciative expression: "My fellow Taoist, I have been in this business for a hundred years, and I have never seen a customer as honest as you."

As he spoke, his expression became serious, and he gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind: "In this case, I, Liao Laoliu, will make friends with you today."

After saying that, he turned around and started rummaging through the boxes and took out a tattered box from the bottom of the box. After blowing off the dust, he handed it to Chen Jingyun as if he was holding a treasure hidden in the bottom of the box.

Carefully opening the box, a fist-sized ball came out.

The ball lay on goose down satin, its entire body crystal clear and rosy, with a vague, obscure and mysterious aura emanating from it, along with a slight burning sensation.

This ball is obviously a treasure of great value.

Several young people were also attracted at once and looked at the bead with some surprise.

No way, being more straightforward really works? Is the boss going to pull out his best treasure?

"Brother Daoist, this scarlet ball was obtained by me in my early years, and I have been reluctant to part with it..." Liao Laoliu solemnly prepared himself to use his eloquent tongue to brag about the power of this treasure.

However, he had just started when Chen Jingyun interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Alright. Just tell me how many spirit stones you need."

Liao Laoliu's full of boasting and clichés were forcibly suppressed, and he was completely confused.

Fellow Taoist, you really have me at a loss.

He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand tentatively.

"Five spirit stones? Deal." Chen Jingyun readily prepared to pay for the spirit stones.

Liao Laoliu's face darkened, and he immediately snapped the lid of the box, rolled his eyes and said, "I can't afford to be your friend."

Ha ha.

We were sincerely trying to make friends just now, but you turned hostile so quickly.

"Then let's go." Chen Jingyun greeted Xiu Yang, Xiao Yu and other younger generations, then turned around and left without hesitation.

We haven’t even walked five or six feet yet.

Liao Laoliu's voice came from behind: "Brother, you have to let me make some money. Ten, just ten spirit stones and you can take it!"

"Five Spirits." Chen Jingyun said calmly, half turning his body.

"Okay, okay, Ba Ling, as long as you give Ba Ling, this treasure will be yours." Liao Laoliu looked heartbroken.

"Five Spirits." Chen Jingyun's tone remained calm.

"Qiling, I'll cut off my flesh to make a friend!"

"Haha." Chen Jingyun didn't say anything else and continued to walk away.

After walking more than ten feet.

Liao Laoliu caught up with him, his face full of heartache: "Okay, okay, it's rare for me, Liao Laoliu, to meet a brother who gets along well with me. Take the five spirit stones, take them."

As he said this, he stuffed the tattered wooden box into Chen Jingyun's arms.

Chen Xiuyang, Jiang Xiaoyu and other younger generations were all dumbfounded.

Just now, when they saw that the red ball looked so beautiful and was faintly emitting an obscure energy, they thought it was some priceless treasure.

As a result, this is it?
What can you buy with five spirit stones?

Two talismans?

One or two first-grade pills?
Especially Jiang Xiaoyu, the look he gave the gambling stall owner became even more resentful.

She had just spent thirty spirit stones to buy a fake bottle just to build that brick.

How shady is this boss's gambling stall?

This world is so unfair.

Chen Jingyun seemed to have been waiting for this, and he took the worn wooden box calmly, then counted out five spirit stones and handed them to Liao Laoliu.

Liao Laoliu took the five spiritual stones he had earned with tears in his eyes, and continued to sigh bitterly: "Alas, fellow Daoist, from now on you and I are friends, and we should not forget each other when we become rich and powerful."

Chen Jingyun ignored him, opened the box, wrapped the red ball with goose down silk, threw it back to the gambling stall owner Liao Laoliu with some disgust, and then quickly put away the shabby wooden box.

Liao Laoliu took the red ball and looked at Chen Jingyun blankly, as if he was confused.

What does this mean?
"Pah!" Jiang Xiaoyu knocked his forehead and said with despair, "Fifth Grandpa, this is the real-life version of buying the casket and returning the pearl. You can't waste money like this."

"Yes, yes." Chen Xiuyang also began to think that Fifth Grandpa was seriously ill. "Even if you think this ball is fake, it is still very beautiful. You can take it back and decorate your study."

The young man in brocade robe said solemnly: "Now, I think our royal doctor is powerless."

"Haha, interesting, interesting, I, Liao Laoliu, will definitely make you my friend." Liao Laoliu also laughed heartily and quickly stuffed the red ball into his arms.

He thought to himself.

This person has really met a fool. He can go back and find a new wooden box to put the red beads in and sell it again.

After the delivery is completed.

Chen Jingyun kindly reminded Liao Laoliu, "Since you treat me as a friend, I will speak frankly. My wife is a master of refining equipment, and she likes to play with all kinds of strange and bizarre refining materials."

"Hmm? What do you mean, friend?" Liao Laoliu's expression became a little stiff.

"This bead is obviously made of red fluorite. It will continuously emit a kind of harmful energy of the five elements. Long-term close contact will cause irreversible damage to the body, especially it will deplete the spirit. At the very least, it will lead to an unhappy marriage, and at worst... hehe." Chen Jingyun glanced at him, as if he remembered something, and asked with concern, "By the way, Boss Liao, I see that your spirit is not good. You won't keep in close contact with this thing, right?"

There was an eerie silence all around.

The six people including Liao Lao were frozen, their hearts felt like they were sinking into an ice cellar, their faces were pale, and there was only one thought boiling in their minds.

So that's how it is. So that's how it is.

No wonder all the medicines I took didn’t work!
The two strong men in physical training seemed to realize something as well. They turned around and gave their boss a look that was both strange and full of sympathy.

Suddenly.

Liao Laoliu seemed to have reacted. He took the red ball out of his arms, threw it on the ground like a hot potato, and stomped on it several times in anger.

A few "crackling" sounds were heard, and the red balls were crushed into pieces.

Chen Jingyun quickly raised his spiritual shield and protected the children as they retreated. He didn't speak again until they were more than ten feet away: "After this red fluorite is ground into powder, the malicious energy it emits will increase dramatically!"

"Shh!"

The look in Liao Laoliu's and the two sturdy physical trainees' eyes when they looked at the small pile of red fluorite fragments changed instantly.

The next moment, the three people were no longer there.

Three hastily escaping lights fled the scene at lightning speed.

See this.

Chen Jingyun said no more. He smiled, told the group of kids to leave, and continued to stroll around.

In the corner at the other end of the dark alley, Liao Laoliu watched Chen Jingyun's receding back from afar, and his heart suddenly fell into deep doubt.

This guy had such a sharp vision, he was obviously not the rich and brainless young man he thought he was. Would such a person really spend money to buy two useless pieces of junk?

Could it be that the tattered books and boxes that I sold him were really treasures?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he couldn't help but start trying hard to recall the origins of the two pieces of junk.

When did you get it and where did you get it from?

But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he just couldn't remember. After all, he had been in the gambling stall business for more than a hundred years, and he must have at least 80,000 items in his hands.

The more he couldn't remember, the more Liao Laoliu couldn't help but doubt himself. He felt numb and itchy in his heart, as if he had really sold a treasure at a too low price.

Do you want to chase after him and buy those two things back?

Just when Liao Laoliu was suspicious, on the other side, Chen Jingyun and his group walked half a street away.

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly shouted excitedly: "I understand, Fifth Grandpa is really good at this."

Everyone looked sideways, even Chen Jingyun was a little surprised.

I heard that Xiaoyu is a girl with a mysterious origin. Could it be that she really has the ability to see how good my luck was at that time?
Jiang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Jingyun with some admiration and said, "Fifth Grandfather must have seen that the black-hearted stall owner violently beat up the young man in brocade robes and Xiu Yang, and he must have felt unhappy, so he wanted to teach him a lesson."

"Isn't it just spending ten spirit stones to buy two pieces of junk?" Chen Xiuyang frowned in confusion, "We lost money ourselves, what kind of lesson is this?"

"Same question." The young man in brocade robe also hesitated and solemnly stated with a depressed look, "My name is not Brocade Robe Young Man. You can call me Wu Yongliang."

"Haha." Jiang Xiaoyu folded his hands, raised his chin slightly, and looked proud of "it's me". "This is how Fifth Grandpa is good at controlling people's hearts. He bought those two pieces of junk in a way that went beyond common sense and was like a fool, but at the last minute he performed a trick of 'buying the casket and returning the pearl', and gave the origin and harm of the red ball in an extremely professional tone."

"In this way, the unscrupulous stall owner will fall into self-doubt, and once doubt arises, as long as it is not thoroughly confirmed, it will grow like weeds after rain."

"The unscrupulous stall owner will think more and more that something is wrong, and he will be anxious and unable to sleep at night. Within three days, he will find a way to come to the door and offer a higher price to buy back the two pieces of junk."

This analysis was well-reasoned. The young man in brocade robe, Chen Xiuyang, Chen Xiuxu, and Chen Wenxue thought about it and felt that it made sense. Then, they all looked at Chen Jingyun with admiration.

As expected of Fifth Grandpa, he is well-thought-out and easily manipulates the black-hearted boss into his hands.

Chen Jingyun looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

He couldn't just say that it didn't matter where the luck mark exploded, and since the gambling stall owner bumped into him, he might as well just catch that person and explode him.

Fortunately, the golden mark exploded on the torn book, and the orange mark exploded on the box.

As for the scarlet ball, it was indeed red fluorite. He did not lie to the boss and spoke the truth.

Because I often went out prospecting before, my wife gave me many lessons. Not only did she teach me many techniques to identify minerals, but she also specifically emphasized many types of minerals that need to be avoided, some of which are easy to confuse, and some are harmful to the body.

Red fluorite is one of them. My wife has repeatedly emphasized that we should stay away from it, because it will cause irreversible damage to the body if we come into contact with it for a long time.

That's why he threw the red firefly bead back to Liao Laoliu and kindly warned Laoliu about the dangers of this thing.

After all, they were indeed a bit unscrupulous in their business, but their crime was not punishable by death.

To sum up, Jiang Xiaoyu analyzed it for a long time but didn’t get any of it right!

"By the way, Fifth Grandpa, how many spirit stones do you plan to earn from that black-hearted boss?" Jiang Xiaoyu continued to look at Chen Jingyun with admiration. "I suggest that we delay it for two more days. Maybe we can sell an extra 1,000 or 2,000 spirit stones, which can be regarded as revenge for us."

"Not for sale."

Jiang Xiaoyu blinked, his eyes becoming more and more admiring: "Great! This way, this matter might become a knot in the heart of that black-hearted boss' heart for the rest of his life."

While chatting, Chen Jingyun lost the desire to continue shopping and returned to Chen’s shop with a group of boys and girls.

When reaching the door.

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly noticed that Wu Yongliang, who claimed to be the great-great-grandson of the crown prince, was still in the team. He couldn't help but frowned: "What are you doing here?"

Wu Yongliang was stunned and puzzled: "Yeah, why should I follow you?"

But soon, he stopped worrying about this issue. He patted the back of his head and looked at Chen Xiuyang: "Forget it, since we are here anyway. Brother Xiuyang, I have something good here. Let me share it with you."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite booklet from his storage bag, walked up to Chen Xiuyang, turned a page to show him, and then stared at Chen Xiuyang with a smug look on his face, as if he was expecting something.

as predicted.

When Chen Xiuyang saw it, he was startled at first, then his whole body trembled, and then his eyes widened, his face flushed, his breathing became rapid, and he pointed at the picture in the booklet: "This, this, this... this is..."

"Yes, this is the classic plot illustration of "The Romantic Swordsman and the Pretty Master." Wu Yongliang said proudly, "And this scene is exactly when Liu Qingyan was betrayed by her allies and trapped in a desperate situation, Xuanyuan appeared with white hair and a mask, holding the master and killing everyone, breaking through the encirclement."

Jiang Xiaoyu, Chen Wenxue and others came over curiously after hearing this. The latter suddenly exclaimed, blushing and covering her face, and took two steps back: "Oh, I'm only sixteen years old, how can you show me this?"

Jiang Xiaoyu frowned and questioned: "Why is Liu Qingyan wearing a gauze battle skirt? This doesn't make sense. How come the dress is so torn that even most of the bellyband is exposed? But there is no injury on the body~~Also, Xuanyuan Baifa's mask is too unprofessional, doesn't he even cover his white hair?"

Wu Yongliang stiffened his neck and said, "This is called artistic processing. It is required by the plot."

"What kind of artistic processing requires showing thighs?" Jiang Xiaoyu continued to ask soul-searching questions.

"Humph~ Summer insects can't talk about ice, and if they don't agree, there's no need to talk." Wu Yongliang turned his head away proudly and said to Chen Xiuyang, "Brother, this book is an ancient book from more than 200 years ago. I found it in the royal library. It has been lost in the market. I can't find the last two volumes. Do you have the complete set?"

"Complete!"

Chen Xiuyang nodded heavily, with a proud look on his face, and said, "I also found it in the corner of our Sutra Library. There are three sets in total, brand new, complete and without any omissions."

Wu Yongliang was so excited that his whole body was shaking: "Give me a set, brother, give me a set, I'm willing to pay any amount of money."

"It's okay to give you one, but I think we can make a business out of it." Chen Xiuyang blew his white hair and smiled meaningfully, "Such a good thing can't be known only to the two of us. We have to carve the plates again, print them with spiritual ink and spiritual paper, and then add your hardcover illustrations~~I guarantee it will sell like hot cakes!"

"Interesting, interesting." Wu Yongliang's expression suddenly became serious. He tilted his head at a 45-degree angle and said in a deep tone, "After living a ridiculous life for half a lifetime, it's time to do something earth-shattering."

"By the way, who is the author of the Mo Xiang Zi? Has Brother Yongliang ever done any research?"

"Alas, I sent people to search the earth, but I couldn't find out which sage left this magnificent cultural heritage."

"It must have been created by some gaming tycoon who accidentally splashed ink on it."

Then, the two of them squatted on the street and talked enthusiastically about how to re-carve the plates and republish them.

The whole process left Chen Xuanmo, who was in the heroic spirit state, speechless for a long time.

He never imagined that the sample book given by the small bookseller was still preserved, and he didn't know to whom it was put into the family scripture library.

He was so embarrassed that he almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.

At this moment, Chen Xuanmo suddenly felt extremely glad that he was dead.

***＊

At this time, Chen Jingyun had already returned to the temporary residence where he and his wife lived with the "spoils" of this trip.

Wang Qianqian was originally sitting in the corridor, reading a notebook on weapon refining. When she saw him come in, she immediately put down the book and went to greet him.

There were two main reasons why she came to Jinwufang Market this time.

The first is to investigate the equipment refining market in Jinwufang City, and then decide whether to set up a separate area in the store to start the equipment refining business.

The second reason is, of course, that I’m tired of taking care of the baby.

Anyway, her son Chen Xinlei had been weaned long ago and could only walk unsteadily, so she simply left him to the care of a few wet nurses.

She wants to give herself a vacation.

"Husband, are you sure there is something fishy about this book?"

Wang Qianqian recovered her figure quickly and now she no longer looks like a mother of two children.

Taking the book from Chen Jingyun, she lowered her head and flipped through it quickly, her brows furrowed unconsciously: "This should be a notebook that records the ideas of refining equipment, but the font on it is too flamboyant, and the lines and symbols are also messy. Most likely, only the refiner himself can understand it."

"It's actually a book about refining equipment?" Chen Jingyun was also shocked by his wife's appraisal result.

"Didn't you read it before you bought it?" Wang Qianqian was surprised, but she changed her mind and felt relieved. "That's right, you don't know anything about refining anyway, so you won't understand it even if you read it."

"..." Chen Jingyun was silent.

"On the surface, this book doesn't seem to have much value." Wang Qianqian said, "However, since a golden mark has been consumed, it means that there must be something fishy about this book. Let's just give it a try."

As she spoke, she asked Jing Yun to bring a bucket of well water, pressed the entire book into the bucket, and then observed the book's reaction.

The book is still the same book, not soaked by water, and no hidden lines of text emerge.

"Haha, this book is waterproof, and it's made of spiritual paper." Wang Qianqian took out the book, shook it casually, and water droplets scattered everywhere.

After observing it again, I found that the water just now only washed away some of the dirt and dust on the book, and the whole book was still dry and clean.

Tsk~ It’s indeed not an ordinary thing.

“Try grilling again.”

Wang Qianqian pondered for a while, then lit a candle and hung the pages of the book over the candle flame to burn them.

The flickering flames passed across the paper, but the paper remained unchanged.

This made Wang Qianqian frown.

After a while, she got a brazier with a blazing flame and threw the old book into it. She explained, "Maybe after burning all the spiritual paper, the truly valuable title page will be revealed. Some legendary hidden objects are like this."

in the Legends?
Chen Jingyun's eyelids twitched. He felt that what his wife said was a little unreliable, but he didn't dare to object.

Although everyone is now a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, the strength gap between some cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage is still quite large.

Unexpectedly.

The book remained intact in the flames, with no signs of being ignited.

At this moment, even Wang Qianqian's mouth curled up a smile: "This crappy book has a very high fireproof level. Things are starting to get interesting~"

She raised her hand and made finger gestures.

The next moment, a wisp of hot and pure flame extended from her fingertips and wrapped around the old book in the brazier.

A hot breath immediately spread, and the temperature of the entire room rose significantly.

It turned out to be the Three Yang True Fire.

Obviously, Wang Qianqian intended to use the Three Yang True Fire to burn it and see what could be left.

Chen Jingyun looked terrified.

It would be fine if it was just an ordinary spiritual fire, but it was actually the Three Yang True Fire. What if it really burned the treasure?
But before he could open his mouth to persuade her.

Suddenly.

"Crash!"

The pages of the old book in the brazier began to flip by themselves, and faster and faster. After flipping once, it turned over again. After flipping back and forth for a while, it actually flew out of the brazier and fled to the window with the pages fluttering.

"Monster, where are you escaping?!"

Wang Qianqian's figure shook.

The next moment, a flash of fire passed by the window, and her figure appeared in the fire. Then she waved her hands, and the scorching Three Yang True Fire rushed towards the old book from all directions, quickly forcing it back into the window.

Seeing this, Chen Jingyun also pointed his finger.

"Buzz!"

A golden sword flew out from the bottom of the sleeve like a spirit snake and slashed at the flying old book.

Brilliant golden light immediately enveloped the old book.

It seemed as if the old book would be torn into pieces in the next moment.

"Crash!"

Old Book hurriedly turned over to avoid it, but because he was too hasty, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, and was stepped on by Chen Jingyun who was rushing towards him.

The old book struggled for a while, but couldn't move.

At this time, the golden sword had turned a corner and flew back to Chen Jingyun's side, hanging in the air, with the tip of the sword pointing at the title page of the old book, the threat was very obvious.

Chen Jingyun frowned and shouted sternly: "Don't move, you evildoer, or I'll chop off your cover."

“Please spare my life, my good man. Please spare my life, my fairy.” The old book finally spoke tremblingly. Its voice was vicissitudes and ethereal, as if it contained countless stories. “I am not a demon. I am a fairy in the book.”

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(End of this chapter)