Wu Luo turned around twice, and there were no good things in this store, but there was a circular arch on the side of the bookcase where the old shopkeeper was sitting, and there was a small hall behind it, and the things placed in it were different.

Wu Luo only vaguely saw a few things, and there was a fish tank carved out of crystal at the door, filled with crimson liquid.

Judging from the reaction of the aura, it was at least the blood of the dragon crocodile-level fierce beast he saw in the Yanshan Forbidden Land last time.

It also adds materials such as "Emperor Difficult Cinnabar", which is really the best choice for carving spiritual runes. If it weren't for Wu Luo's talisman Gu and a better choice, he was afraid that he would rush over and snatch this vat of beast blood cinnabar in his arms.

On the Bogu shelf next to the door, there is a green jade pen wash, which is also a remarkable thing.

The blacksmith taught him a method to craft weapon-type magic weapons, but there was nothing he could do about it.

And the power fluctuations emanating from that brush wash were no weaker than the three weapons in the blacksmith's yard.

The objects in the small hall are all of this level, which shows that the family background of the owner of this calligraphy and painting workshop is indeed much stronger than that of the blacksmith.

However, until now, Wu Luo had never seen a spirit rune, let alone a Heavenly Mandate Divine Rune. It can also be seen how scarce runes are.

Wu Luo thought about it for a while, but still Suo stepped forward, bowed to the white-bearded old man and said, "Senior." ”

The old man raised his eyes to look at him: "What does this son need?"

Wu Luo said bluntly: "Senior, let's take a look at this first." ”

He handed the bamboo slip over, and the old man's expression moved, and he suddenly smiled: "It must have paid a lot of price for the old blacksmith to take out this thing, it seems that he is a big customer, but he is old and lazy." ”

Wu Luo waved his hand: "The seniors should know what I am doing." ”

This old man was shrewd like a ghost at a glance, so Wu Luo saved some thought and negotiated the price with him directly, anyway, he still had tens of thousands of taels of gold and hundreds of thousands of silver. If you pay a little more money, you won't even suffer a loss.

The old man nodded: "You don't know this text, do you?" ”

Wu Luo suddenly blessed his soul and said, "If the predecessors have this kind of spiritual script, it is best to sell it to me." ”

The old man put down the scroll, stood up slowly, and walked to the back: "Let me look for it, there are too many things, and the time is too long, I can't remember it for a while." ”

Wu Luo followed him, and the old man walked through the small hall, and opened a secret small door, and behind it was a storeroom. Eighteen large cabinets of vermilion lacquer are neatly placed.

The old man rummaged inside for a while before he laughed: "Childe is lucky, there really is." ”

He took out a long, narrow box from the cabinet and opened it to reveal a scroll.

"Oh, "Chiyou Demon Text Debate". ”

Wu Luo's heart was for a while, the demon god Chiyou, is the oldest demon god in the legend, it is said that he once set up a demon dynasty and ruled the world, and later was killed by the human rebels, only to end his powerful demon dynasty.

I didn't expect it to be Chiyou Mowen.

Wu Luo recalled that the blacksmith just now, although he was not tall, his muscles were like tungsten steel, wasn't it the characteristic of the "Eight Desolation Demon Division" commanded by Chi You in the legend!

His heart shook violently, but his face was calm, and he reached out to take the scroll, but the old man suddenly retracted his hand again.

Wu Luo smiled: "Senior, let's make a price." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Leave a thousand taels of silver, you can take this thing." ”

...... Wu Luo came out of the calligraphy and painting workshop, just in time to see Guo Xiao and the others were driven out by the shopkeeper of a shop, that shop is a car and horse shop, and the shopkeeper is not a particular person, seeing that they refuse to leave, they will scold, what foul language all jumped out, most of them are ancient words hundreds of years ago, and people today are afraid that they can't understand it. How can these monks live for a hundred and eighty years, they can vaguely understand, their faces are blue with anger, but they don't dare to attack here, they are extremely depressed, and they are depressed on the street with their heads down.

Who would have thought that there would be such a philistine in the middle of the heavenly streets, and that it would be bought with gold and silver, and that thing would be of any use to monks!

Wu Luo smiled secretly, and was about to enter another store, but suddenly saw an old man carrying a clear water and passing in front of him, it was the old man of the tofu brain stall in the early morning.

The old man glanced at Wu Luo, who had already walked over, but turned back and said lightly: "You take care of the old man's business, and the old man will send you a word: Fortune and misfortune depend." ”

After speaking, he didn't stop, and left immediately. Wu Luo was about to ask, but he was already walking like a fly, and his negligence was gone.

Wu Luo frowned, what the old man said was right, he had already gained great benefits, and if he still wanted it, he was afraid that it might not end well. If you are too persistent here, you will use the opportunity to be old, but I am afraid that it will be very bad for the future.

He had a sudden realization in his heart, and turned back to the hut in the street.

The door of the hut was open, and everything inside was the same as when Wu Luo left in the morning. He closed the door, made the bed, folded the quilt aside, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Everyone was going to stay in Heaven Street for three days, but no one came to tell everyone what they were going to do during these three days.

Wu Luo calmed down and carefully studied the "Chiyou Demon Text". This ancient script is obscure, and the grammar is very simple, but each character is too complex, and the same character has different meanings in different contexts, and sometimes even diametrically opposed meanings.

Wu Luo studied for most of the day, and vaguely figured it out: this Chiyou Demon Script is the text used by the Eight Desolation Demon Department ruled by Chiyou in a long time, the Eight Desolation Demon Department is not a human race, their way of thinking is a little different from that of human beings, and it is inevitable that it will be awkward to learn it as a human Wu Luo.

This night, Wu Luo didn't sleep, continued to study, and finally figured out the "Chiyou Mowen". Only then did I understand that the four words on the original bamboo slip were: Eight Desolations Forging.

However, he could only understand the content, and vaguely understood the meaning of this method, and it was far from being able to perform it.

Wu Luo is not in a hurry, he has already got this great opportunity in Tianjie, so he will no longer force it, even if it is the next two days, it doesn't matter if it is all used to comprehend this "Chiyou Demon Text" and "Eight Desolations Forging".

Unfortunately, in the afternoon of the next day, someone came knocking on the door.

The person who came was the blacksmith, and when he saw Wu Luo open the door, he immediately said, "Go to the end of the long street, and wait for you alone." ”

Wu Luo didn't dare to slack off, and immediately went out.

When he walked out, he was a little curious, at the end of the Heavenly Street, he came here and bumped into such a big opportunity, and then he had been cultivating in the house, and he didn't even go to the end of the Heavenly Street to see what it was like.

This seems to involve another question: where is Paradise Street?

Wu Luo looked around, his eyes crossed the surrounding shops, but the distance was foggy, and he sighed: I'm afraid that even the mighty person can't see through that layer of fog, right?

Wu Luo extinguished his snooping heart and ran quickly across the street, and there were many shops on both sides, and there were really a lot of them. This street looks narrow, but it is very long, and Wu Luo's speed even ran for a tea time to see the head.

A majestic mountain peak stood at the end of the Heavenly Street, and when Wu Luo looked back at this time, the Heavenly Street was like a streamer hanging down from the foot of the peak, and the clouds and mist on both sides made it look like an out-of-this-world fairyland.

Guo Xiao and the others kneeling under the mountain peak knew very well how much of a philistine this "fairyland outside the world" was. Everyone couldn't stop cursing in their hearts, but they pinned their last hope on this.

This afternoon, they were told that the screening of the Celestial Street would begin at the full moon, and they were all asked to wait at the end of the Celestial Street.

Guo Xiao and the others were "penniless" and "poor jingle rings", constantly despised, abused, and expelled on the streets, extremely miserable, and subconsciously asked if they wanted silver after hearing the news, and after being told that it was free, they were excited one by one, and they rushed to the end and waited.

In fact, no one asked them to kneel, and if Wu Luo came in advance, most of them would buy a chair from a nearby store to sit on. But first, Guo Xiao and the others didn't have any silver, and second, they were still in awe of Tianjie in their hearts, so they knelt down subconsciously.

But this kneeling lasted for several hours. It wasn't until it was almost dark, and the shopkeepers of the surrounding shops closed their doors, that they slowly gathered around them.

However, these people are obviously just spectators, not the main ones.

It took another kneeling pillar of incense before three people came down from the top of the mountain and floated in front of everyone. Guo Xiao and the others looked up and were startled: it was the three people who were in the tofu brain stall early yesterday morning!

The middle-aged man seemed to still have a grudge against being robbed of his tofu brain by Wu Luo yesterday, and a pair of eyes the size of copper bells were swishing through the crowd searching for Wu Luo.

"What about that kid? Why didn't he disappear, didn't he run away halfway!" the middle-aged man asked.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, I can't stop cursing in my heart, Wuluo, you stupid bird, you have offended people, but you want us to be scolded.

The blacksmith hurriedly ran back: "I'll call him......"

When Wu Luo came, the eyes of Guo Xiao and the others were about to kill him. Everyone has been kneeling for so long, you might as well hide in the house and sleep.

The old man of the tofu brain stall is in the center, the old man is on his left hand, and the middle-aged man is on his right hand. The middle-aged man glared at Wu Luo fiercely: "The shelf is not small, stand on the side." ”

Only then did Guo Xiao and the others understand that they didn't have to kneel!

Wu Luo Yiyan stood aside, and the old man in the middle stood up and said to everyone: "This is the rule of Tianjie, everyone has a chance, it depends on your creation." ”

The old man is open-minded, and his speech also exudes a taste of quiet inaction.

After explaining in two sentences, he took the old man and the middle-aged man to retreat. What to do next, I didn't even tell everyone. Guo Xiao and the others were confused, but they didn't dare to ask, so they could only continue to kneel.

Wu Luo was a little tired from standing, looked left and right, and suddenly took out a copper coin from his arms: "Whoever has a chair to sell me, thirty copper coins." ”

(To be continued)