As expected by Rong Que, when he walked into the abortion, Nangong Jinger was so excited. He grabbed Zhuye's hand and said to Rong Que: "I promised to go to the restaurant last time at noon. Don't be late. Let's go! Sister Zhuye, what are you going to buy?"
As they said that, the two of them had disappeared from Rong Que's sight and shook their heads helplessly. Rong Que had nothing to buy. Suddenly, they remembered the buns they bought last time, so they walked towards the bun shop according to the memory in their minds.
Through the crowd, I walked in the huge Beidou City for a long time before I found the bun shop I had last time.
The old man was still busy in the bun shop. At this time, his twilight aura became even stronger. Rong Que knew that the old man shouldn't have lived for long. He sighed slightly and walked forward.
"Boss, give me two buns."
Hearing the sound, the old man looked up and immediately became respectful and said, "So it's my benefactor. Please wait, I'll prepare buns for you right away." As he said that, the old man immediately opened the steamer. Suddenly, a large area of steam covered his sight.
After the water vapor dissipated, Rong Que saw a wrapped paper bag with two meat bags inside. The old man handed it to Rong Que with a smile on his face.
After taking the bun, Rong Que took out a gold coin from the storage ring and was about to hand it over, but the old man immediately waved his hand and said anxiously: "My benefactor, don't be polite. The gold coin you gave me last time, I finally collected all the money to buy medicine for my wife, and there is Fuyu. How can I collect the money again this time? My benefactor, please accept it. It is a little reward for me, the old man."
Rong Que was stunned. Unexpectedly, his random action could save people. After a smile, he stuffed the gold coins in his hand into the old man's hand and said, "You must pay for money when buying things. Don't you owe me anything, take them back and buy some supplements for your wife."
After saying that, Rong Que no longer paid attention to the old man's reaction, held the bun in his hand, turned around and disappeared into the abortion.
"I didn't expect that I could save someone. This feeling was really good." Rong Que said to himself while walking. After a moment, he sighed, looked at the bandages tied to his hands, and smiled bitterly.
Before he walked far, Rong Que heard the blockbuster hawking sounds.
"Good things, come and have a look. We will ensure that you will be the best in the fight!"
"Come and have a look. The best hemostatic powder. Just apply a little to stop the bleeding immediately and restore your vitality!"
He frowned slightly and turned to see that it was a street full of street stalls. People walking on this street were full of spiritual power fluctuations, and their outfits were different. It seemed that they all came from all directions for this martial arts meeting.
Since I wanted to let the people participating in the martial arts meeting know that their hands were injured, this street should be a good place to go. I grinned and Rong Que raised his leg and walked over.
As soon as I entered this street, a lot of hawking sounds came from all directions, including those who sold low-level pills, weapons, and scroll maps. In short, there are all kinds of things.
Moreover, there are many buyers. Although they are some low-level pills and weapons, they will have unexpected benefits for this fight. If you lack spiritual power in the fight, you will be very likely to turn the tables if you continue to have a pill. Of course, this is also considered a pill. If the other party's pill is of higher level and better effect, it can only depend on your own methods.
Rong Que is also full of confidence in this martial arts meeting. He has the only ability in the world and has many methods. It should be said that it is easy to win this martial arts meeting, but he dare not guarantee whether there will be any strong rivals, such as Xuezha, who is among the top ten, Xueshang's grandson.
Moreover, there are many masters in Beidou City. I wonder if this martial arts meeting will provoke some old monsters who have been in seclusion all year round. If they were their apprentices, they would definitely not be much worse.
While walking, Rong Que observed the goods on the street stalls. The more he looked, the more he shook his head. Nothing was liked, and some things were even ordinary things, without even fluctuations in spiritual power. These people were also embarrassed to put them out.
But just as Rong Que kept moving forward and shook his head, a stall caught his attention, because all the stall owners around him were shouting hard, hoping that someone would buy all their things. However, the stall owner sitting behind the stall had no intention of selling it. He was dozing against the wall with a big hat, as if it had nothing to do with him, and it seemed that he was not pretending.
Rong Que stopped in confusion, looked at the things on his stall, frowned, and walked forward with a moving heart.
In fact, the things on this stall are extremely ordinary, and it should be said that they are already abnormal. On this street where Qi training masters are rampant, although there are one or two ordinary items in each stall, the stall is actually full of ordinary items, and none of them has spiritual power fluctuations. Maybe it is because of this that no one is watching in front of the stall.
He paused and looked at the things on the stall. Rong Que saw an ugly bowl-shaped item, which was pitch black and very ordinary, without any surprises, but Rong Que saw it at a glance, because he always felt that this thing was not that simple, not just this bowl, but even other things on the stall were like this. Although there was no slight fluctuation of spiritual power, it gave Rong Que a foggy feeling.
"Brother, how do you sell this thing?" After looking at it for a while, Rong Que smiled slightly and looked at the stall owner who was dozing off with a hat against the wall.
He glanced up at Rong Que, and said impatiently: "One hundred thousand gold coins, buy it if you want to buy it, and leave if you don't buy it."
Rong Que frowned, looked at the things on the stall, shook his head, and was about to stand up, suddenly, he curled his lips and smiled, and asked, "Are you a disciple of the Yujian Sect?"
"Who are you?" Just as Rong Que's words fell, the middle-aged man wearing a hat suddenly trembled slightly. He looked up at Rong Que, frowned deeply, and looked alert.
"Is it important who I am? Just tell me how these things come from." Rong Que took all the expressions and movements of the man, and immediately knew what he wanted and asked slowly.
When Rong Que saw that he had no other thoughts, the man gradually relaxed his vigilant heart and lay down again. Then he spoke: "The origin of these things is actually nothing to hide. It's just a drunkard riding a donkey telling me that he would buy them all when waiting for someone here."
"Who are you waiting for?" When Rong Que heard the drunkard riding a donkey, he immediately thought of Wuming. He thought that the person who bought things would be himself, but how could he know that he would appear on this street today?
Before Rong Que could continue to think about it, the disciple of the Swordsman Sect had already spoken out and said, "He said that a person named Rong Que would appear here, and one of these things had an item about his life experience. And the others, even if I could make some errands, I thought I would not lose money, and easily earned hundreds of thousands of dollars, so I agreed to help."
Rong Que frowned, and without saying a word, he took out hundreds of thousands of silver cards from the storage ring and threw them to the disciple of the sword sect. With a wave of his hand, he put away several items that made him feel the fog, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute, are you Rongque? There are a few more items left, you have to buy them all." As he said that, the man was about to get up to stop Rongque who was about to leave, and insisted that he buy the remaining items.
"Cen!"
The cold light flashed, and the disciple of the sword sect stopped immediately and did not dare to take another step forward. The cold sweat on his forehead slowly slid down. His eyes stared at the cold sword tip on his forehead in fear, trembling with his legs, begging for mercy: "Hero, I have old people and young people above, and there is a girl in the middle who just eats and does not care about making. Just let me go."
"I just buy what I should buy, your own things, and keep them, otherwise, even in Beidou City, I will still make you hate it." Rong Que grinned, pulled back his sword, turned around and left.
Only the scared disciple of the Sect was left. Others might not be able to feel the moment just now, but he could truly feel the strong murderous intent and the pressure like heaven from Rong Que. With his mid-stage spiritual master realm, he actually had no ability to resist in Rong Que's hands, and just the pressure scared him like this.
The episodes do not affect the people on this street choosing what they like, because these things happen almost every day in Beidou City. Even if it is explicitly stipulated that there is no need to do anything, there are always negligence. Moreover, due to the martial arts meetings these days, a large number of Qi training masters have poured into Beidou City, and the guards of Beidou City cannot be managed, so it is normal to die a few people.
After Rong Que took away the items, he left the street and walked into the restaurant where he encountered Beidouyan last time. He was still near the window on the second floor. He also ordered a pot of good wine and a few side dishes, and sat down.
I took out the small black bowl and Rong Que kept looking at it. I always felt that the small bowl was a little different, but I couldn't tell where it was different.
Pour a glass of wine and looked at the small bowl in his hand. Rong Que suddenly had an idea and penetrated his soul power, trying to find something, but when his soul power was attached to the small bowl, he suddenly found that his soul power could not penetrate, as if there was a film outside the small bowl, which blocked the soul power.
He frowned, and killed the wine in the wine glass in one sip, and put the small bowl into the storage ring. He said to himself without hesitation: "Who is Wuming? He even knows when I will appear wherever I am. Could he be a god?"
As he said that, he cast his eyes through the window onto the street. Looking at the crowd, Rong Que sighed and said, "I don't know how long this prosperous era can last, and when will the natural disaster come? Do I really have time?"
As he said that, he poured another cup and then poured it down. Now he realized that ignorance is also a kind of happiness. Now that he knows what others don’t know, he has to pay a greater responsibility than others to save the world. In his past, it seemed like a joke, but now he doesn’t think so.
Just like the old man who sells buns with a gold coin, he must become stronger anyway. This natural disaster is just like a wake-up call to urge him not to relax at all times.