Ming Qin was a little afraid of being alone with Wen Zhu, but she opened the soup cake early in the morning, and it was not easy to brush her off, so she ate a few bites with her head stuffy, and took advantage of Wen Zhu's kung fu to be called elsewhere by Cui Xiao, and hurriedly said hello and slipped out in a hurry. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

Guangming School Palace is a resort, with many disciples, densely populated, natural business and travel, very prosperous. There is a large Taoist market on the Temper Peak and Yanxi Palace is only a few streets away, Ming Qin has inquired about the approximate location with Cuixiao, it is rare to have some leisure work, and there is no need for a fairy car to travel, so he groped the past with his impression.

The Taoist market is really geographically eye-catching, and you can see pedestrians coming and going from afar, and the traffic is busy, and it is very lively. Ming Qin touched his body, he had a master to rely on when he was in the lower realm, and he didn't feel that money mattered, so he couldn't help but show embarrassment when he came to the heavenly realm, but this time when he came back from the imperial tomb, Jiang Lin brought out a lot of rare treasures in the palace, and gave him a delicate gold silk money bag.

Ming Qin thought about buying a few pieces of Lingxi Pei for this snow charcoal can not refuse, he once opened the money bag to see, it is all some delicate-looking spars, the ancestral dragon sent apprentices to dig thousands of feet of land to build the imperial tomb, the underground mineral deposits must have dug a lot, Ming Qin chose a cat's eye size of the green spirit stone and thought about finding a pawnshop to ask the price.

The Taoist market is full of commercial ports, if you look for the past aimlessly, you may not be able to find it, Ming Qin asked a few passers-by one after another, and finally inquired about the approximate location of a few pawnshops.

Ming Qin didn't know how much these spars were worth, and he didn't want to wait for the price to sell, so he asked carefully that there was a nearby one, and he looked at the street with his eyes, and sure enough, he saw a new 'dang' word dangling dozens of steps away.

Hurrying over, Ming Qin casually looked at it and found that the pawnshop was decorated with ancient meaning.

The shopkeeper sat behind the counter for a long time, with a flat bronze mirror in front of him, twisting his beard with one hand and playing quickly on it, and the probe glanced at Ming Qin from behind the thick glasses, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Look, I don't look like a customer, what's wrong?" Mingqin was secretly amused, and slowly walked closer, his fingertips buttoned on the counter, "Boss, be something." ”

"Show me. The shopkeeper finally flicked the bronze mirror and turned his head. Only then did Ming Qin realize that this thing that seemed to be a bronze mirror was not as smooth as a mirror, and there were dense bird seals circulating on it, flashing bright light from time to time.

"What is this?" asked Mingqin curiously as he touched the bronze mirror, handing over the spar by the way.

"Did you just come from the Nether?" the shopkeeper glanced at him and sneered, "I don't even recognize Skynet." ”

"It turns out that this is Skynet. Ming Qin was slightly stunned, seeing that the shopkeeper looked arrogant, he didn't want to say more to him, so he said, "How much is this spar?"

"Spar?" The shopkeeper took out a small mirror from under the counter and looked at the spar for a long time, frowning and said, "This is not like a spar." It seems a little weird. Where did you get this thing from?"

Ming Qin really didn't know where this spar came from, so he said: "This is handed down by my ancestors, you see, how much can it be." ”

The shopkeeper stroked his beard and said, "I'm not sure about this thing." Well, you wait a moment. I happen to have two great people here, and I'll ask them to help me identify them. What do you think?"

"Is there anything else you don't recognize?" Ming Qin's mind turned, this spar may really be an antiquity of thousands of years, although the immortal road is prosperous, the aura of the Three Realms is also stolen too much, and there is quite a bit of momentum that does not make up for the trouble, if the spar is rich enough in essence, the value is not ordinary.

"There is no end to the Heavenly Spirit and Earth Treasures in the Three Realms, so I can only recognize how much. The shopkeeper said lightly: "If I can't tell what this spar is, I can't give you a big price." ”

Ming Qin thought about it for a while, waved his hand and said, "Okay, since there are masters here, let's take a look." ”

"Then you wait. The shopkeeper smiled kindly, picked up the spar and turned into the back hall.

Ming Qin looked around boredly, remembering that the evidence left by Lieutenant Bai had to be hung on the Skynet to find out, but now that Skynet had seen it, he didn't know how to hang it. He dialed it twice casually on the Skynet, and he couldn't see any mystery, and he didn't know the price of this Skynet, if he bought the Lingxi Pendant and had a surplus, he might as well buy one side and go back to think about it.

The curtain behind the door sounded, and several public men wearing royal blue uniforms walked in, led by a man with a fat brain, a fat face, and a black thin man with triangular eyes beside him, his eyes slipped in the store, and he patted the door panel and shouted: "Boss, let him come out and reply." ”

Ming Qin turned his head and glanced at the two of them, seeing that the thin man was a little familiar, recalled for a moment, and remembered that when he first arrived in Moyitian, the hell monk who trapped him to the 'Forging Soul Tower' was placing an order in Huangjue Temple, this person was the manager of the Xiaoyou Division there, because he was not angry with the abbot to compete for the sightseeing fee and enter the temple to find his bad luck, but unfortunately it was Chi Xiaomo, the youngest daughter of the Dragon King of Suoluo, who unfortunately collided, and presumably did not get anything good. According to his companions, this Xie Bacha is the brother-in-law of the county order, and he has a lot of background in Dihuang County.

When the shopkeeper heard the movement, he hurriedly ran out of the back hall, looked at the person in disbelief, and arched his hand: "The contemptible person is the boss, I don't know what a few immortals are doing?"

Xie Bachapi asked with a smile: "Boss, I see that the signboard outside you is new, right?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "The signboard of the shop has been hanging for many years, and it has long been dilapidated, and there have been many strong winds blowing me in recent days, so I have to redo it as it is, neither a change of career, nor a new store, so I don't think there is any hindrance." ”

"It's good if it's new. Xie Bacha quickly took out a small notebook from his waist, bit the tip of the pen and quickly scratched it down a few times, tore it off with a 'thorn', and snorted softly: "Boss, your brand violates Article 38 of the 'Sixty-four Paragraphs of Jingjie Tiantiao' in our state, you take the list to our department to find Director Niu another day, and ask his old man to tell you about the spirit of the law and study hard." ”

"This ......" The shopkeeper shook his hands and said with a wry smile: "The contemptible old brand is really bad and can't be used, but it is better than the original one, what kind of law is this violation." ”

Xie Bacha folded the list several times and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand, patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Let's go and take a look." Director Niu enforces the law strictly and will not deliberately embarrass you. ”

Ming Qin watched coldly, and couldn't help but snort: "Isn't Director Niu the one who was killed by the 'blue-faced beast' Yang Zhi in the old days in Bianliang City?"

The Star Picking Society and the Pure Street Division are notorious gangs in the fairy world, specializing in hiding filth and dirt, recruiting local ruffians and hooligans, and oppressing the good. The disciples of the sect are like some wet eggs, who do not know the way of governance, naturally smell like each other, and they are embarrassed by each other, and they have been in trouble with each other for a long time. xh118