In the early morning, the black market in Forgotten City was also bustling with activity. It was a mixed place with many shady businesses. The stall owners and storekeepers were all smart, and the people who were selling stolen goods were all different people.

"If your belly is hanging down and your forehead is wide, you will definitely have a way to make money."

"The heaven is really full, the earth is round, and it brings good luck."

"With a cone on your brow, Kefu?"

Zhao Yun was covered with a black robe, looking left and right, and talking to himself all the way.

After reading the Xuanmen Book of Heaven, I gained some skin physiognomy.

Now, it's time to put it into practice. There are a lot of people coming and going in the black market. Whenever you meet someone, you will definitely murmur.

Looking at the passers-by, he lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

There are words in the heavenly book, and there are twelve palaces of the Eight Diagrams in the hand. Men can read the Eight Diagrams, and women can read the Nine Palaces. They also have a lot of knowledge.

However, he still hasn't figured it out yet.

That's right, fortune telling and fortune telling are both mysterious and mysterious. One third of the truth is true and the other seven is false. What's the profound truth?

After closing his eyes, he looked around at the passers-by again, still muttering.

Moon God glanced at him and said, "Are you here to find elixirs, or are you here to read someone's fortune?"

"Both are correct." Zhao Yun laughed dryly.

After all, he was still reading secretly. The Book of Heaven is profound and profound, so you have to apply what you have learned!

At some point, he settled down at a stall.

The items on the stall seemed to have nothing to do with martial arts, and were mostly porcelain, calligraphy and paintings.

"Donor, your hall is dark!"

The opening statement of the young master of the Zhao family is easy to understand. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional.

Because of his words, the stall owner's face turned dark.

I met the magic stick so early in the morning and cursed him like this. It was strange that I felt better.

A slip of the tongue, absolutely a slip of the tongue.

Under the black robe, Zhao Yun just smiled dryly. He was originally going to ask: Do you have any elixirs?

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he accidentally got into trouble.

"Brother, you have a pill here." Zhao Yun hurriedly changed his words.

"Get lost."

The stall owner has a bad temper and scolds you when he opens his mouth. Don't say I don't have it. Even if I have it, I won't sell it to you.

Zhao Yun sneered and turned around in confusion.

He was extremely dedicated along the way, planning the route, stalls and shops, and asking questions one by one.

Unfortunately, there is no elixir.

Near noon, I visited a hundred and eighty stores but still found no results.

Helpless, he secretly glanced at Luna.

That girl is really leisurely, lying on the moon, closing her eyes and taking a nap.

Zhao Yun didn't ask and continued to wander.

I didn't find the elixir, but I found a lot of pills and spiritual liquid, and he kept a lot of them.

"stop."

When night fell, I heard the Moon God's faint words and pointed his finger casually.

Zhao Yun followed his hand and looked sideways.

What he saw was a building full of money. It was the shop where he sold stolen goods last time.

"He has the elixir." Moon God said.

Zhao Yun did not answer, but walked straight in, knowing that the man mentioned by the Moon God was the shopkeeper of Caimanlou.

It was the same old man in linen clothes, reading ancient books.

When a customer came, he didn't even raise his head. He just said, "Selling treasures?"

"Is there any elixir?"

Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, and his voice was old. He had used voice-changing pills in advance to cover up his voice.

"No."

The old man in sackcloth replied simply, his tone still neither salty nor bland.

"Baby, I have angina, I'm afraid it's uncomfortable."

Zhao Yun said leisurely, saying "little baby" in his mouth, which was full of force, and matched with his old tone, there was nothing wrong with it. When people heard it, they thought he was a reclusive old man.

To put it bluntly, it's just deception.

It is not accurate to say that he is cheating, because what he said is the truth.

The little Condensation Realm naturally does not have such a vision.

But don't forget, there is also a moon god in his consciousness, a serious god.

The words he just said were what the Moon God taught him.

Although the old man in sackcloth is full of glory, he actually has hidden scars, which the moon god can see at a glance.

If I don't sell the elixir, I'll trick you into selling it.

Not to mention, Zhao Yun's words about heartache made the old man in sackcloth raise his eyes and frown slightly.

Indeed, he had hidden wounds.

His injury, which few people knew about, was now seen and even called him a baby.

"My limbs are cold at the third watch, and my bones are burning at the fifth watch."

"On the first day of the lunar month, the Dantian is exhausted; on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the true energy is defeated."

"What I said is correct."

Zhao Yun spoke again, speaking one word after another, his words were deep and his acting was impressive.

These are all taught by the Moon God.

The two of them work together very well, one is responsible for speaking secretly, and the other is acting openly.

I have to say that Zhao Yun's acting skills are still acceptable.

Seeing the old man in sackcloth, he subconsciously stood up, and his eyes changed when he looked at Zhao Yun.

Yes, what Zhao Yun said is absolutely right.

Even though he seems to have nothing to do on weekdays, he is actually miserable and suffering in his fifties.

"I hope senior can clear up my confusion."

The posture of the old man in sackcloth was much lowered, and even in the dignified Ksitigarbha realm, he even cupped his hands.

This time, Zhao Yun had to urinate urgently.

According to the Xuanmen Book of Heaven, if you worship your predecessors in vain, your life will be shortened.

"Is there any elixir?"

Zhao Yun forced himself to calm down and asked for the second time.

"Yes, of course there is."

The old man in sackcloth smiled and said that elixirs are not for sale, but it depends on the situation.

At this moment, a senior expert is here, and if he can't cure his injury, there is no reason not to sell it.

As long as I can cure him, I can give it away for free!

"You can still be considered unique if you practice the technique backwards."

As Zhao Yun spoke, he walked away with his hands behind his back, wandering around the shop, looking here and there, all just to hide his nervousness. After all, there was a Ksitigarbha statue in front of him.

"Practice backwards?"

The old man in sackcloth furrowed his brows fiercely, his eyes were quite deep, he didn't know whether he was trying to figure it out or recalling.

One thing is worthy of recognition, that is, he firmly believes in Zhao Yun's words.

Since he is a reclusive old man, he can't afford to come all the way to fool him, and he doesn't have that much dignity.

"It turns out there is something wrong with the technique."

After a long time, the old man in sackcloth murmured softly that the technique he practiced was obtained from an ancient tomb in his early years. It was indeed overbearing. This was also the reason why he was so diligent in cultivation. Unexpectedly, it actually hid a disaster.

"You still bring such a trick to the younger generation."
To be continued...