This man opened his hands, as if he wanted to embrace the sky, with an excited and fanatical expression. When he said "trembling", he curled up his arms and trembled slightly.
Jiang Bai and Hu Tao stared at each other with big eyes.
"Did you feel it?"
"No."
"I didn't feel it either."
The two of them looked at Wu Cong again.
Wu Cong was obviously confused, but seeing the exaggerated expression and gesture of Aling next to him, he quickly agreed.
"Is it true? Mortals cannot look directly at the power of the true king."
"Ah this." Why does Jiang Bai feel that this peerless martial arts is just for fun?
Jiang Bai didn't dare to say whether it really existed or he was just faking it. He had just arrived a short time ago and didn't know much about the world. If he said it didn't exist but it really existed, it would be bad if he was slapped in the face.
"Then how can we learn the true king's teachings?"
"The True Lord is kind and kind. With only seven thousand molas per month, you can learn the True Lord's martial arts secrets!"
The man who answered the question looked moved, and even shed tears because of it, "It only takes seven thousand molas to learn such an immortal method. The true king is so kind."
His name is A Ling, and he was born into a wealthy family in Liyue Port.
He is lazy by nature and cannot endure hardship or fatigue.
I was searching hard for a way to ascend to immortality that was neither hard nor tiring. When I heard that there was an immortal preaching in Jueyun, I immediately asked my servant to carry me here and became a disciple of the true king to learn Taoism.
At the request of the true king, he dismissed his servants and studied Taoism alone here for more than two months.
Zhenjun's Taoism is just as he thought, it doesn't require hard dance practice or hard work of punching.
Spend some time every day sitting cross-legged and meditating, and then spend some time imagining yourself punching at high speed, so that you can get started.
During this period, he deeply felt the unfathomable power of the True Lord.
The true king's teachings are so profound that ordinary people cannot reach them.
He has been practicing for more than two months, and even in his imagination, his punching speed is still very slow, not reaching the threshold required by Zhenjun at all.
If you want to truly learn the Taoism of the True Lord, you still have a long way to go!
Jiang Bai didn't know what the purchasing power of Qianqian Mora was, so he looked at Hu Tao.
He leaned close to Hu Tao's ear and asked quietly: "Master, are there seven thousand morados?"
"It's not much. I can only buy seventy-seven kilograms of rice. This amount of rice is only enough to last ten days at the Rebirth Hall."
Jiang Bai stretched out ten fingers and counted for a long time, and came to an astonishing conclusion.
In this way, one pound of rice costs almost ninety molas!
That mola in his pocket may not buy anything!
Jiang Bai's eyes were full of resentment. He thought he could buy a piece of candy no matter how hard it was, but in the end, he might not even be able to buy a piece of candy.
The hall master is also a bit stingy.
Jiang Bai then thought of another question.
Judging from the weight of one mola, if you want to buy enough rice for the Goshengtang to eat for half a month, do you have to use a cart to drag that many molas?
Isn’t it too inconvenient to trade like this?
"You are stupid! The denominations are different!" Adhering to the concept of caring for the mentally retarded brother, Hutao took out the molas with different denominations and placed them in the palm of his hand.
The fronts of these molas are all engraved with the same pattern, but the colors are different.
Wait! Why is this pattern so similar to the pattern on the ruins seen in Guyun Pavilion?
Jiang Bai took out the mola that Hu Tao gave him.
The pattern on it is exactly the same as the one taken out by Walnut, both are triangles composed of one line.
But compared to the patterns on the Guyun Pavilion ruins, this pattern is much simpler.
Jiang Bai was a little confused for a while.
Mora was made by the rock god Morax, and according to his speculation, the ruins on Guyun Pavilion were built by the people of other demon gods. Why are the patterns of the two so similar?
Do you mean this pattern is very versatile?
Or does this pattern have any other meaning?
Or maybe the pattern on the ruins on Guyun Pavilion is a variation of the pattern on Mora? When the ancients who built the ruins carved the patterns, they referred to the pattern on Mora and made it more complicated and complex.
With that said, it seems to make sense...
Jiang Bai, who justified his explanation, temporarily put aside his doubts and listened to Hu Tao explain to him the face value of Mora.
These molas are the same size, just different colors.
"At first, Lord Yan didn't make any distinction when he made Mora. There was only a face value of "1".
But later, as the number of people increased, more and more molas were needed. It was not convenient to trade molas with only one face value. Later, the face value of molas increased.
This copper-brown one is the mola with the smallest face value, which is one."
Hutao turned Mora over, and there was a number one written on the back.
"This brass-colored one has a face value of ten."
"This silver one has a face value of 100."
"This golden one has a face value of 1,000."
Hutao turned them over one by one, and there were corresponding numbers on the back.
Jiang Bai pretended to be curious and picked up the 1,000 face value Mora, rubbed it in his hand, and asked, "Is there any bigger one?"
"No, one thousand is the biggest."
Hu Tao could see through at a glance his little intention of putting Maura into his pocket quietly.
He stretched out his little hand and said, "Give it back to me!"
Jiang Bai reluctantly returned Mora to her.
Touching his own Moura, which was only worth one face, Jiang Bai felt bitter in his heart.
This mola, which cannot be bought for anything, is all his possessions
However, it only costs 7,000 molas to learn Taoism from an immortal. This price is really impressive! This immortal is quite conscientious!
Seeing the two of them counting the money, Aling thought they were considering whether Maura would have enough, so he took the initiative to ask:
"How about it? Do you want to follow me and learn Taoism from Zhenjun?"
It would be too boring if they were the only ones here. It would be more lively if there were more people studying Taoism with Zhenjun.
"We are short of money, but we still want to wait until we see the True Lord's teachings before making a decision." Jiang Bai scratched his head and smiled shyly.
When he smiled like this, the red mark on his face also changed with his smile, looking a little funny.
Wu Cong tried to hold back his smile, "Well, little brother, do you want some medicine..."
Jiang Bai looked at Hu Tao with watery eyes.
This was given by Hu Tao. You can't let him apply the medicine by himself, right?
Hutao put her hand next to his cheek and pushed his head away.
"A little flesh wound, what kind of medicine should I put on it?"
There was no blood or anything done. With the quality of the owner of the Eye of God, this minor injury was not a big deal at all.
"Alright alright……"
Jiang Bai didn't care, it didn't hurt anyway, and he couldn't see whether it was funny or not.
whatever!
A beating is better than a cremation package.
But next time you have to take it easy and think before you speak.
Otherwise, the walnuts won’t be beaten so lightly next time...