Peng Liguang laughed dryly and never mentioned the sale of weapons again.
Wang Zhuo saw Peng Liguang's sad expression and knew that this old man had dedicated his life to his career. Even though this kind of old-fashioned man had various shortcomings, his spirit deserved his admiration.
Immediately walking to Leng Siliang's stall, Wang Zhuo said softly to Peng Liguang: "Director Peng, do you know that there are countless worlds above your head, and that all races are at the top of the food chain just like the human race?"
Peng Liguang nodded, "A few cases of alien spacecraft have indeed been discovered earlier, but their technology..."
"Three thousand worlds coexist in the sky above our heads. In a few hundred years, they will be able to reach the earth without having to make a long journey. All world spaces will be linked to the Chinese state again. By then, there will be countless technological innovations, and all people will be able to reach the earth."
Evolution. Peng Ju, you don’t have to worry about the future anymore. Mining oil with peace of mind and developing a strong country and strong people will live up to your lifelong ambition."
Peng Liguang was completely stunned. He grabbed Wang Zhuo's arm and said urgently, "Master Wang, why didn't you tell me this until now?"
Wang Zhuo smiled and said: "This is the general trend, so what if we knew it hundreds of years in advance?"
"Be prepared early. If the pressure for survival is high, a race with extremely aggressive technology and superior to the earth invades, slaughters our people and takes over my land, monks like you who come and go find a place deep in the mountains and ridges to occupy the land and become kings."
They should be happy, but what should they do?" Peng Liguang stamped his feet vigorously and took two steps back and forth, extremely uneasy.
Wang Zhuo's expression did not change at all, "To put it bluntly, Peng Ju's ashes will be turned into fertilizer hundreds of years later. You will be responsible for the floods after your death."
Peng Liguang really wanted to yell angrily, you bastard, but he knew that what Wang Zhuo said was true. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, and even if they work hard to leave them an inheritance for eternity, they will not be able to escape the squandering of a prodigal. "Master Wang, after I go back,
How about just reporting this?”
Wang Zhuo shrugged and said nonchalantly: "It's up to you. When manpower is exhausted, my history teacher told me when I was a child to follow the general trend of history."
"You must have not learned history well. The historical enlightenment compiled by the imperial court today is not about history. It is about teaching you how to rebel." Leng Siliang, who had already arrived at the stall, took over the conversation and said with a smile: "Summary of the experience of the peasant uprising.
, so that people in the future will not make the same mistakes, but there are always people who say that they should learn from history, but their ignorant actions still lead themselves to destruction, which is sad and lamentable."
Wang Zhuo changed the subject, took out a ninth-grade spiritual stone from his storage bag, placed it on the ebony table, and said, "Sir, here is a copy of the works of the great sages and great Confucians."
Leng Siliang smiled and took out a unique book with no name on the cover from the drawer of the table and handed it to Wang Zhuo, "This book is a collection of the words and deeds of the past generations of the White Egret Academy. Everything they say is the truth of heaven and earth, and not a single sentence is rude."
Speech. Taoist friends should read a few sentences every day, and over time they will naturally cultivate a righteous spirit. From then on, ghosts and ghosts will not scare them, and demons will not disturb them."
Wang Zhuo picked up the book and looked at it for a few times, and found that the paper, pen and ink were just ordinary human things. The writing style was vigorous and heroic. From the writing style, it can be seen that these Confucian monks did not regret their work, and there were no evil thoughts mixed in. It was all based on their true intentions.
Seeing him put the book into the storage bag, Leng Siliang nodded and asked with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, can Wanbaoge and his party still receive the goods satisfactorily?"
Wang Zhuo nodded, but did not tell Leng Siliang the details. Instead, he said: "Mr. Leng, there will be an auction on the afternoon of the third day of the market. Will you and other monks from the alliance go there?"
"Naturally, go and see the excitement. In fact, in the previous auction, in addition to the upper limit of cultivation level, you also had to produce the corresponding spirit stones as a voucher to enter. I just don't know how it will be determined this year. After all, many monks have spirit stone reserves.
Apart from the cost of supplying the spirit gathering array in the gate, there probably won't be much left over. According to my guess, Wanbao Pavilion will definitely find many magic weapons with great offensive and defensive power and put them up for auction to prepare for the Chenghai treasure that is about to be born."
Wang Zhuo agreed with Leng Siliang's statement and turned around for a week. In the Northern Alliance, in addition to Leng Siliang, the great monk of Yuanying, who personally peddled the goods, Duanmu, Yunhang and Xuansong all sent personal servants to sell in their doors.
There were monks watching the excitement and asking about prices gathered in front of the various produce stalls. He was a little puzzled by Leng Siliang's unique behavior, but he was too lazy to ask questions. After chatting for a while, he went to shop elsewhere.
Stall.
Duanmu once promised to give Wang Zhuo some well-made talisman seals from the Tianfu Sect, but it would take a long time to make them. Wang Zhuo was not in a hurry. It can be said that his early opportunities were inseparable from the Tianfu Sect. When he came to Tianfu Sect, he was not in a hurry.
After looking at the stalls of the Talisman Gate, the children saw that most of the items sold by the boy were low-level thunder talismans, invisibility talismans, etc. A few talisman seals of grade six or above were being competed for by several wealthy monks.
Ganghua Temple, where Xuan Song is located, sells various exercises. Ganghua Temple was known for slaying dragons in the past. There is no legacy of the dragon clan. These exercises were all obtained in exchange for their lives from the dragon's nest. As for Yunhang's disciples,
Naturally, what we sell are the formations and illustrations of various finished products.
Wang Zhuo watched for a while and then secretly found it interesting. There were five gates in the Northern Alliance. Except that Cao Bao was killed by him, he didn't know what was special about each gate. The other four gates all had their own characteristics.
Haoran Zhengqi plus various high- and middle-level exercises, Talisman plus formations, once these combined forces are interoperable, the effect of them together will definitely be greater.
After walking half a circle around the square with Peng Liguang, Wang Zhuo met Liang Qiuzi and Zhou Huachen. Seeing that the smile on Liang Qiuzi's face had not faded away, Wang Zhuo knew that Zhou Huachen, as a thousand-year-old mantid, must also have a magic weapon or spirit.
He saved up stones, and then bought Liang Qiuzi treasures that could be used now and in the future.
Although there are many good things in the square stalls, Wang Zhuo has heard some monks discuss that the entire market transaction lasts for four days. When the auction ends on the third day, if someone does not grab or see what they like, the fourth
They would only put out the best treasures for sale when it was dark. So Wang Zhuo forcibly held back his intention to buy a second-grade ordinary defense magic weapon. He met Zhang Kui and the others and walked around the entire square before returning to the guest house.
Joyful Restaurant.
At night, every step of Mingdao's bluestone streets can emit white light. The light condenses into one place in the sky and covers the moon. The entire island looks like day. Other various buildings emit lights of different colors that complement each other.
In the distance, the boundless dark waves of the sea roar, and the island is brightly lit, turning it into a fairyland.
Wang Zhuo lay on the window and stared for a long time. When the beer bottle in his hand was dry, he leaned back, closed the door and window and let Seryozha watch for him. He lay down on the single bed and fell asleep.
The market was still the same the next day. Wang Zhuo met two monks with the same Nascent Soul under the introduction of Leng Siliang. From their conversations, he learned that the birth of the Chenghai treasure had attracted three tribes of humans, monsters and ghosts at the Nascent Soul level.
There are twenty-five monks, including two monks at the level of becoming gods.
The monks who transform themselves into gods are all human beings. One is Hui Xing, a Buddhist monk from the Plateau, and the other is Chu Chen, the great elder of Longhu Mountain. Although many monks know that they are already in Congming Island, they do not know where they live specifically.
.Except for Chuchen who showed up yesterday, no one saw Hui Xing at all.
The appearance of the god-transformation monk further made Wang Zhuo give up the idea of participating in the treasure hunt. At first, Jueyu was at the level of god-transformation. If he hadn't been anxious to watch the god-refining technique, he could have crushed him to death with just one finger. Now, although he has
With the cultivation level of Cheng Dan, he could be called the Demon King of a Mountain in the Age of Ending Dharma, but he thought that even if he met Jue Yu again, without the Samadhi True Fire in the Golden Book of God Refining Techniques, he would still be directly crushed by the God Transformation.
into powder.
Now Wang Zhuo is different from when he had nothing. In the past, he was so poor that he couldn't even put on a pair of underpants. No matter what he saw, he felt that he should get something he called his own. Now he has parents, Duobao, and even
There is also Erlong Mountain. Wang Zhuo is no longer willing to fight for a magic weapon that he cannot master with his cultivation level.
In addition to the Yuanying monk introduced by Leng Siliang, Wang Zhuo also met a few people, golden elixir level monks from the demon clan. Even Yuanying could not see clearly what kind of cultivation Wang Zhuo had, let alone these golden elixir monks.
Seeing that Wang Zhuo was approachable and without any arrogance, they naturally also maintained a harmonious attitude.
They handed each other business cards, which are now known as business cards. While chatting, they were filled with rumors about the spiritual world. Wang Zhuo listened quietly without saying a word, while his mind quickly memorized the common sense he thought was useful.
It was not until the morning of the third day that Peng Liguang contacted him first to pick up his warship. After all, there was going to be a big storm in Chenghai. He went back and arranged for fishermen, merchant ships and warships not to sail out easily in the next half to a month.
Wang Zhuo was standing in front of the Wanbao Pavilion at this time. Lan Shan saw Wang Zhuo coming this way and had been waiting in front of the door to welcome him.
After greetings, Lanshan led Wang Zhuo to the secret room where he came from the day before yesterday, and then took out a token with ten thousand words written on it from the storage bag and placed it on the table. "Senior, after registration, you can hold this token.
You can go directly to the auction seat, and I also took the initiative to arrange your seat in a remote corner, because it seems that you don't want to attract the attention of other monks."
Wang Zhuo felt that Blue Mountain's service was quite good, so he nodded and said: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, but if I have a favorite treasure to bid for later, there is no need for the seat to be remote or not, right?"
"So that the seniors know that every seat has a formation that covers the spiritual consciousness, and our Wanbao Pavilion explicitly prohibits the entire island from using spiritual consciousness within a quarter of an hour after the auction ends. After all, there is no Taoism in the spiritual world of China.
A court or a super sect takes the lead in formulating laws. Wanbao Pavilion's approach is to try its best to avoid the tragedy of killing people and seizing treasures. The senior's seat is close to the door. After the auction is over, he can get up and take two steps to go out to this secret room.
There are secret passages in the secret room that lead to all parts of the island, so seniors can safely participate in the auction no matter what."
Lan Shan's words seem to be too cautious. If a monk with an arrogant personality or who thinks he can walk sideways in China listens to his words, he may not only not be happy, but also think that Lan Shan looks down on him. But he is so sensitive to Wang Zhuo.
And for a nervous animal, he agreed very much. He couldn't help but hold his hands and said: "If everything goes well, I will express my feelings to fellow Taoists when I arrive."
Lan Shan chuckled, waved his hand humbly and said: "This is what I should do. Senior allows me to take charge of the genuine Fulong Dan. This is the greatest expression of gratitude to me." As he said this, he took out a milky white card from his arms.
After picking up the silk and laying out the pen and ink, he asked, "I wonder what treasure my senior wants to exchange for the genuine Fulong Pill?"
"I'll exchange for spiritual stones as you said, but I don't know how many grades of spiritual stones I can exchange for the genuine Fulong Dan?"
Lan Shan did not hesitate, "Seniors also know that the actual value of the genuine Fulong Pill is not that great at all. It can only help foundation-building monks achieve the Golden Pill, and it can also improve the body's defense against simple magic attacks. It's just that
Nowadays, it is not easy to practice Dharma. Moreover, many monks, once they have some skills, like to have one of them attain the Tao, chicken or dog, and ascend to heaven. Once they have a particularly favorite junior who is stuck in foundation building and unable to advance, then our opportunity will come. One.
A low-level Fulong Dan that is almost not popular can be sold for the price of a sixth-grade spiritual stone. So for this third-grade one, I suggest that seniors set the price at the price of a third-grade spiritual stone. On this basis, let them bid.
According to calculations, the final transaction is between eighty and ninety yuan of third-grade spiritual stones. Seniors should know that one third-grade spiritual stone can now buy a top-grade first-grade magic weapon, and eighty to ninety yuan of third-grade spiritual stones can probably buy it.
Get a good quality innate magic weapon."
Wang Zhuo had heard before that monks classified attack, defense and other items that could become magic carriers to exert greater power into magic weapons, magic weapons, innate magic weapons, spiritual treasures, heavenly spiritual treasures and supreme treasures, and his heavenly spirit
The Temple is a treasure between an innate magic weapon and a spiritual treasure. In other words, the Tianling Temple is an extremely special first-grade innate magic weapon.
If there is another innate magic weapon in his hand, Wang Zhuo will make a profit whether it is attack or defense. He nodded and said: "Okay, let's use a third-grade spiritual stone as the basis for bidding."
Lan Shan recorded it, and then wrote down the rules he had told Wang Zhuo on the silk. After writing it, he handed it to Wang Zhuo for viewing.
After reading the official documents on the silk line by line, Lan Shan said: "Senior, if you agree, just put a trace of spiritual consciousness on it."
Wang Zhuoyi released his spiritual consciousness, and saw that the silk silk absorbed a trace of his spiritual consciousness and automatically cut off its connection with his soul sea. The next moment, the hazy brilliance of the silk silk changed from milky white to light yellow.
Lan Shan smiled and said: "Finally, I would like to remind my seniors that Wanbao Pavilion does not allow malicious bidding. In other words, when bidding for genuine Fulong Dan, seniors would be better off not bidding."
Wang Zhuo found it strange. "If I raise the price higher, won't your commission be greater? What's more, if the auction fails, Wanbao Pavilion will still have the opportunity to exchange the third-grade spiritual stone for my Fulong Pill."
"Having said that, the circle of the Chinese cultivation world is so big. The seniors are relatively new, but the other great monks, even the golden elixir monks, can barely recognize me, who only has the late foundation building cultivation level.
Eighty-eight. Not to mention people like seniors who are already in the middle and upper class of this circle. When the time comes, seniors will be able to recognize you even if you cover up your face and change your body shape, and it is inevitable that you will not be photographed. Seniors probably also know that nowadays
From Mingdao, Yuan Ying twenty-five and two transformed gods have come. A hundred years ago, I saw them from Mingdao trading market. At that time, Yuan Ying was thirty and four, and his transformed gods were three. In just a hundred years,
Thirty-four Nascent Souls have become twenty-five. The Wanbao Pavilion where I am located has determined that except for one or two of the Nascent Souls who have not come, they are all in retreat and cannot leave the mountain.
The emergence of the Great Elder of the Sect Transformation God has made it difficult for Wanbao Pavilion to maintain its status as a first-class sect. You know, twenty or thirty Nascent Soul Transformation Gods may seem like a lot, but in fact, this is the only one in China in thousands of years.
It has great power. Therefore, our Wanbao Pavilion has stipulated since the beginning of the end of the law that malicious bidding between monks will no longer be allowed. This is not only to protect the monks so that China will not suffer losses, but also to sell personal favors. After the end of the end of the law,
I can rely on this favor to keep Wanbao Pavilion alive."
Wang Zhuo curled his lips secretly in his heart. Although Lanshan was right, he didn't mention the biggest advantage, which was that Wanbao Pavilion had also accumulated a good reputation, making it stand out among its peers.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, but you must also ensure that the genuine Fulong Pill is the first one to appear."
Lan Shan smiled and said: "This is inevitable, but seniors must also be mentally prepared. The auction price of the first one to appear will definitely not exceed too much. After all, psychologically speaking, good things are left for last."
Wang Zhuo waved his hand to indicate that he had already thought about the joints, "I will go back first and come back in the afternoon."
"Senior, if you have nothing to do when you go back, why not just rest here for a while." Lanshan turned around and took out tea and various fresh fruits from the closet, "In this pavilion, we have tea that is a specialty of Chenghai. If a mortal drinks this tea, it can increase growth out of thin air."
Five years of life, of course, to a monk, five years is nothing. The main thing is that it is eye-catching and refreshing and has a special fragrance."
After speaking, he brewed the tea and placed it in front of Wang Zhuo. Lan Shan's eyes were calm with consideration for the person in front of him. But what disappointed him was that Wang Zhuo's expression did not change at all after smelling the fragrance of the tea. He took a sip and nodded: "
Good tea.”
"Senior, there is a great leader of the Shui Tribe in Chenghai who personally looks after the tea garden. In fact, he brought this tea from West Lake to Chenghai. It has gone through thousands of years of evolution to become unique. Even the great elder of the sect, Huashen, was shocked when he drank this tea for the first time.
He looked intoxicated, but the senior didn't respond at all except a shout of "good tea," which really makes me admire the perseverance of the senior's mind."
Wang Zhuo smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry about the details. Just think of me as having facial paralysis."
Lan Shan was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly and said: "Senior, I was just joking."
"Since you have good tea, I will bother you for a while." Wang Zhuo pointed in front of him and said, "Fellow Taoist, please sit down first. I have one more question to ask."
Lan Shan sat down and said, "Senior, please speak."
"Fellow Taoist claims to be in the late stage of foundation building, so how does he maintain such a youthful appearance after a hundred years? After all, he looks like he is only about twenty years old."
PS: Yesterday I said double update, but today I got on the train and went out for a walk, planning to take advantage of the continuous rain in the Northeast and the low temperature to find the fun of travel. So I will treat it as a late update today and wait until I have time to make up for it tomorrow or the day after.
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