The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

People came and went in the city, and the sound of peddling was heard all the time.

Gu Lang is an orphan who grew up in Lantian County.

He is very familiar with the side doors in the city.

Almost "smelling", I found Nanfang city.

This is the original famous antique street in Yizhou City, and there are even legendary powerful magic tools for sale.

Each of the shops in Nanfang city is at least more than 20 stories high, covers a vast area, and is made of high-quality wood.

The gate alone can get in and out of three carriages at the same time!

Very impressive.

Of course, the consumption here is surprisingly high.

Gu Lang was amazed.

In this Ziyuan world, people without money are still the majority.

Wu Xiu or ordinary people with treasures on hand will go to the west of Nanfang city.

There spontaneously formed a casual market.

Of course, "casual practice" is just pleasant to hear. There may not be more than three real monks in the whole market.

It's repairing the market. It all exists in the ghost city.

There are many things in the casual repair market here.

There are even very famous examples.

A lucky man bought a porcelain. It turned out to be a divine stone, and it also contains the sword spirit that can kill saints. From then on, it became famous.

Some lucky people spent ten Wen to buy a rusty kitchen knife. When they took it home to cut vegetables, they found that it was an ancient artifact. One knife can cut off the mountain!

Such examples occur from time to time, attracting a large number of people to come here to buy goods.

However, the casual repair market here is more fake.

If you want to dig out good things from them, both eyesight and luck are indispensable.

"Master asked me to come here. There should be some good treasures waiting for me?" Gu Lang walked into the market with an excited look on his face.

"You stinking beggar, dare you eat overlord meal in our Wangyun building? Beat him!"

As soon as he walked in, Gu Lang saw three big men punching and kicking an old man.

A white haired old man was rolling on the ground, and his thin body was covered with dust.

A circle of people were watching.

"Alas, how can you beat people!" Gu Lang saw this and hurried forward to stop it.

"Stop!" Gu Lang drank them awe inspiring.

"Young master..." the man headed by him hugged his fist: "you are a martial arts expert of rich children. We have no opinion if you want to be chivalrous and righteous."

"We just follow the rules."

"But it's not that we make trouble out of nothing. The old man eats in our shop but refuses to give money."

"It's natural to pay off debts and give money for dinner, isn't it?"

He first elevated Gu Lang's position, and then spoke in a low voice. He was very familiar with a set of words.

Directly put Gu Lang on the shelf and ended up in a mess.

And it's the old man's fault.

"I gave him how much he ate!" Gu Lang waved his hand, very heroic.

"He ate three thousand gold."

"Three thousand gold..." Gu Lang was stunned.

An ordinary family of three consumes only a few liang of silver a month, and the annual harvest is less than twelve liang of gold.

Is this three thousand gold too exaggerated?

"Young master, the old man came to us and ordered Cordyceps sinensis, ginseng as radish, and a special medicated diet containing aura, which is the special spiritual food for monks."

"We thought he was a monk. We treated him politely and wanted to earn some spirit stone."

"I didn't expect that he was an ordinary person. Not only could he not earn a spiritual stone, the boss would take us to atone for it. The three thousand gold was already at a loss. We still had to take money from home to make up for it, so the boss wouldn't investigate!"

With that, this was originally a vicious thug. At this time, his face was full of tears. He was very wronged and couldn't help crying.

The Friar's food needs plenty of aura. Otherwise, it will have an impact on his cultivation. If he eats it indiscriminately, his cultivation will regress.

The price of this special medicinal diet containing aura is high. Three thousand gold is already less.

You can't buy even 100000 gold.

Gu Lang looked at the people around him. They all stared at themselves.

If you shrink back now, wouldn't it be a great shame.

I ransacked the warehouse of the caoyun gang. I have a large amount of gold. It's not difficult to take out 3000 gold.

What's more, I have now become a monk, a legendary immortal figure who flies to the sky and escapes from the earth.

Such money is just dirt.

"All right! Three thousand is three thousand!" Gu Lang waved with great pride.

Naturally, someone went to the ship to count the gold.

"Young master, be heroic!" After bowing to Gu Lang, the man lifted the gold and went into the restaurant.

People around talked about it.

"The young master is so heroic. I admire him for throwing money for someone I don't know!"

"That's how the heart is! I've lived 80 years and finally met such a person!"

Everyone's comments made Gu Lang floating, and his steps were like stepping on cotton.

He went over and helped the old man, who was covered with dust and looked like a beggar, up.

"Cough!" The old man coughed weakly.

"Thank you, young master!"

"Let me help you to where you live." Gu Lang had nothing to do, so he helped the old man to his place.

Under the guidance of the old man, they came to a broken temple in the city.

"I live here." The old beggar pushed away the broken temple, and a smell of decay came out.

"Thank you for today's business, young master."

"It's just a small thing!" Gu Lang waved his hand, showing the domineering spirit of a monk.

But that's three thousand gold!

In the past, when he was an orphan, he had never seen three Liang silver!

His heart is still very painful.

But why did he do that?

Gu Lang is very clever!

Besides the pride of becoming a monk, the most important thing is

A helpless old beggar eats spiritual food for monks.

That means that the old beggar is certainly not small. He may have been a peerless strong man in the past.

He was seriously injured for some reason and wandered here.

"I spent three thousand gold, and the harvest behind is even greater!"

Gu Lang secretly smiled and was very determined!

"In those plays, it's all like this!"

Sure enough

"Young master, go slowly!" The old beggar took out a very simple ancient book from the sacred platform of the broken temple.

The cover above is a little incomplete, with four big characters written vigorously in seal characters.

But the distance was too far. Gu Lang didn't get home and couldn't see what it was.

"Young master, this is an ancient book. I got it when I was young. I'll give it to you now."

The old beggar's eyes fell on the ancient book, and his eyes flashed with nostalgia, memory, emotion and so on.

Gu Lang was ecstatic.

As in those scripts and plays, the opportunity has come!

Three thousand taels of gold. It's worth the chance!

Who was this old man before?

Maybe the sword God? Venerable? Or the Lord of the holy land?

It must be a powerful existence!

He took the ancient book with both hands and his fingers were shaking.

His eyes fell on the cover of the ancient book.

"Tathagata divine palm"? "