I have mixed experience with Uncle Jiu

Chapter 229 Qiankun Bag

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After inquiring about the news he wanted to know, Lin Sheng turned his attention to those vendors who set up stalls.

See if you can bump into a good fortune, so that you can have a few more cards to save your life.

It's a pity that although there are some treasures in those places, most of them are of no use to Lin Sheng, and the price is also staggering.

For example, in front of one of the stalls where the largest number of people gathered, the owner of the fire cloud sword demanded a full 100 taels of silver with his hoarse voice.

100 taels of silver, although it cannot be said to be a big mouth for a lion, but it is almost equivalent to the purchasing power of 10 yuan.

Although it may not be a big deal to the sons of some big families, but to the inner disciples of those sects, even if they are the disciples of some big sects, buying such a magic weapon for 100 taels of silver It is also quite reluctant.

You should know that this is just an ordinary middle-level magic weapon, which is only useful for some low-level monks.

Like Lin Sheng, although he is only a middle-level monk in the Sea of ​​​​Bitter Realm, he still has a lower-level spiritual weapon that is upgraded by the system.

Naturally, they look down on such ordinary artifacts.

In the end, the Huoyun Sword was bought by a fat Taoist, and Lin Sheng lost interest a little bit. He wandered around casually, but suddenly found what he wanted in one place.

It was a storage bag, and to be honest, this kind of thing was very common for monks.

It is used as a storage bag for storing treasures or magical artifacts and cheats. Some outsiders of some sects even carry such a low-level storage bag with them.

But don't look at this storage bag, which is not very eye-catching, but its function is huge.

A low-level storage bag can store ten cubic meters of treasures. How can ordinary monks get ten cubic meters of magic weapons as storage?

The so-called ordinary things did not attract too many people to stop. The storage bag was a gray bag, which looked the size of a palm. Lin Sheng poked his consciousness into it and roughly estimated that it must be an intermediate one. Storage bags.

Right now, I am short of a magic weapon that can store items. I used to rely on that source stone to store things, but things often have to be greatly discounted in its hands.

I hate Lin Sheng so much that his teeth itch, so this mid-level storage bag made Lin vividly want to buy it.

"This bag is ten taels of silver, and the price is not negotiable." The speaker hid in the darkness and said coldly, his voice was a little sharp, and it sounded like he was holding his throat.

Lin Sheng frowned. This storage bag is not a rare item. In the Weapon Pavilion, you don’t even need to provide materials. You only need a tael of silver to customize a better storage bag.

Even if it is a middle-level one, it can't exceed three taels of silver at most.

How could this person open his mouth like a lion?
Lin Sheng was unwilling. After all, if he wanted to order a storage bag from the Arms Pavilion, it would take at least a month or so to rush out, and he would miss a lot of things by then, and besides, the [-]rd of next month will be the fairy bag. The time when the tomb was born.

If I go to that place to look for opportunities, it would be great to have a good magic weapon to store things.

"If you can't afford it, please leave." The man probably saw that Lin Sheng had been silent for a long time, and then he replied coldly in the darkness.

Lin Sheng now understood why few people stopped by this man's booth, and with such a service attitude, how could anyone want to buy his things.

Even Lin Sheng himself was a little annoyed by this cold posture, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a divine sense came from the source stone hidden in front of his hair: "There is a piece of divine gold in front of this booth, which can be used to forge an immortal artifact."

Lin Sheng frowned, since Yuanshi came out of the underworld that time, it has been a long time since he took the initiative to talk to him.

Why, this time a divine sense was passed on, although Lin Sheng was full of doubts, he continued to stop in front of the booth. He also knew that this source stone is not simple, and it should be good if it is said to be good.

Beside the Qiankun bag, there is a piece of black metal the size of a finger belly, like a piece of pig iron, it looks ordinary.

In addition, beside the black metal, there is also a torn book with a few crooked words "Da Yanjue" written crookedly on it.

"Did you not hear what I said?" The extremely annoying voice came from the darkness again, Lin Sheng frowned and said, "This storage bag is not worth the price, but I am impatient , I don’t want to go to the Arms Pavilion to build it.”

"I plan to suffer this loss. I bought this bag with ten taels of silver, but I don't know if I can give away the other things left in front of your booth as well."

The voice hesitated for a moment in the darkness, and then said a little bit bitterly: "Okay."

Lin Sheng was overjoyed, the thing that even the source stone had his eyes on was naturally extraordinary, he took out ten taels of silver from his pocket, this silver tael was the treasure that was obtained from the men in black who planned to kill him last time.

A skinny arm stretched out in the darkness. The man looked as if he had contracted some serious illness, some of which were terminally ill.

Lin Sheng frowned lightly, and said, "What serious illness did your Excellency suffer from?"

After the man quickly took the money from Lin Sheng's hand, there was only a cold sentence in the darkness: "Not only your business, those things belong to you now."

Now that this person answered in this way, Lin Sheng naturally didn't want to be a bad person anymore. He grabbed the storage bag in his hand, and after branding his own mark, he put the black metal and the broken bag together. The scriptures are put into the storage bag together.

Then he hung the palm-sized small bag on his waist, which was really convenient, so Lin Sheng even named it Qiankun Bag.

It has the meaning of inner universe.

Lin Sheng didn't know that when he staggered away from this ghost market, the scrawny young man whom he had just handed over ten taels of silver slowly emerged from the darkness.

He murmured to himself: "Father, you practiced this Dayan Jue and ended up in such a bleak state in your later years, these ten taels of silver can let you eat something good before you are buried."

"Unfortunately, I just want to sell your magic treasure storage bag, but I don't want people to keep eyeing on this harmful formula. It's a pity that cultivators are just like ordinary people, and they can't escape greed."

The man gave a wry smile, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Naturally, Lin Sheng didn't know what the man said with emotion before he left, otherwise he would have thrown away that torn book right away.

(End of this chapter)