In the early morning, the Heiyi Alley in the east of Lieshan City, not far from Daoxian Tower, became lively.
There are many elixir shops and weapon shops in this alley, most of which sell low-grade elixirs and weapons. The people who come here are basically low-level monks in the city. Many monks also bring things they don't use to this alley.
There are stalls here for sale, and the prices are relatively low.[]
Gradually, this black lane became a paradise for many low-level monks to hunt for treasures.
In the past, Mu Han had wandered around this black alley a few times, and his eyes were filled with excitement when he saw the strange and strange instruments for monks on the street stalls. The two small daggers were bought here.
Today, the sun climbed several feet high, and Mu Han came slowly.
It's not that Mu Han doesn't want to come here earlier, but that many of the people who are willing to spend money in this Black Clothes Alley are young people from various families in Lieshan City. If it were too early, they would still be practicing at home.
Mu Han arrived at the right time. Many young people who had practiced hard all morning chose to come to Black Clothes Alley to relax.
Along the way, Mu Han saw many familiar faces, all of whom were young men from the Mu Family's Xuanfeng Academy.
Mu Han was not interested in greeting them. He found an empty seat at the end of the alley and sat directly on the ground. Then he took out a white cloth from his arms and spread it on the ground. The eight large red characters on it were very eye-catching:
Low-quality Taoist artifacts, sold at low prices!
Then, Mu Han inserted the small dagger he made last night on the white cloth.
He did not shout and hawk like the low-level monks next to him, but quietly waited. He only heard the laughter and bargaining that kept coming into his ears, but he felt extremely emotional in his heart.
More than twenty days ago, he was just an ordinary person on earth, sitting in the office chatting and bragging. The day passed quickly. At night, he went home and surfed the Internet, watched movies, and went to KTV with friends from time to time.
A few voices, although ordinary, live happily.
But now in this world that is very different from the earth, there are no parents, relatives, friends, mobile phones or computers. In addition to practicing every day, life is indeed much more fulfilling than before. However, it is also full of dangers, so Mu Han can only keep moving forward.
Let yourself continue to grow stronger.
This huge change makes Mu Han still feel like he is in a dream when he thinks about it now.
However, Mu Han couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment when he thought that more than 20 days ago, he was a loser who had not even reached the outer realm, but now he has become an inner cultivation monk who is close to the gas-eating realm.
In Taixuan Tianyu, there are absolutely few people who can reach his level of cultivation speed.
"Brother, who made your dagger?"
Suddenly, a curious voice brought Mu Han back to reality.
Mu Han looked up and found that there was a young man in his twenties standing in front of him, and there were several teenagers walking towards him not far away.
No matter what time of year, Taoist utensils are very eye-catching.
"Whether it is a Taoist weapon or not, you will know once you try it."
Mu Han smiled, didn't say much, and made a gesture of invitation to the young man. In his opinion, the strength of this man was similar to that of Mu Xingkong who was killed by him, and he should also be a monk in the great realm.
, after cultivating the true energy, you can naturally try out the Taoist tools.
"Okay, then I'll give it a try."
The young man nodded, squatted down in front of Mu Han's stall, pulled out the dagger, and a stream of true energy penetrated into the dagger. In an instant, the white light of the dagger exploded, revealing a cold light, even though it was more than ten meters away,
You can also feel the sharp energy spreading out of the dagger.
Suddenly, several more figures were attracted.
The young man turned his eyes and saw a stone the size of a millstone lying next to him. He swung his knife over it and heard a chirp sound, just like cutting tofu. The blade of the dagger embedded into the stone like lightning, directly chopping the stone.
It is divided into two sections, and the cross-section is like a mirror, which is actually extremely smooth.
But the dagger was still sharp and not damaged at all.
Upon seeing this, there was a burst of exclamations from the surroundings.
"Good knife!"
The young man was startled, and then his eyes lit up with joy. He was just asking casually without any hope, but unexpectedly he came across a good dagger. With his eyes, he could naturally see that among the low-grade Taoist weapons
, this dagger can definitely be called "excellent".
Seeing that there were more than a dozen people surrounding him, the young man quickly asked: "Brother, how can I sell this dagger?"
"One hundred gold coins!"
Seeing his expression, Mu Han's heart moved slightly. Originally he only wanted to quote eighty gold coins, but as he spoke, he directly added twenty gold coins.
"One hundred gold coins? Okay, I want it!"
The young man didn't negotiate the price and agreed without hesitation. Then he quickly took out a small piece of golden paper from his arms and said with a smile, "Brother, this is a hundred-dollar gold note. Keep it." This kind of gold note is from the Yue Kingdom.
Issued by the royal family, there are gold and electricity exchanges in every town. One hundred gold notes are equivalent to one hundred gold coins.
Seeing him so cheerful, dozens of people around him were a little curious. Is this dagger really so good?
"Bai Hong, you have to take a closer look. Is this really a low-grade Taoist weapon? Don't regret buying it!" At this moment, a sinister voice came in from the side.
The young man named Bai Hong was stunned. His right hand holding the gold note subconsciously retracted. He followed the sound and saw several teenagers squeezing over with smiles. He knew these people, they were from the Mu family.
Among the disciples of Fengyuan, the one who just spoke was named Mu Xingyan.
Mu Han frowned slightly, with a trace of imperceptible disgust in his eyes.
When he was passing through Black Clothes Alley just now, he had caught a glimpse of these people, but he didn't expect them to run over so quickly and cause trouble for him.
With a slight snort, Mu Han looked at Bai Hong: "Do you still want this dagger?"
"want……"
Bai Hong's eyes turned to the dagger in his palm, but his tone seemed a little hesitant.
Mu Xingyan glanced at Mu Han with disdain and said with a strange smile: "Bai Hong, you don't know, right? The man in front of you is called Mu Han. More than twenty days ago, he was a waste who had not even reached the outer realm.
, the few gold coins our Mu family gives him on weekdays are only enough for him to live on, how can he get low-grade Taoist artifacts to sell?"
Hearing this, there was a burst of murmurs around him.
"oh?"
Bai Hong was stunned, looked at Mu Han and said, "Are you Mu Han?"
Mu Han smiled and said: "That's right! It seems that you don't want to take this dagger anymore, so just put it down!"
"Ahem."
Bai Hong laughed twice and inserted the dagger back in front of Mu Han. He was not a Taoist master, so he was really not sure whether this Taoist weapon was authentic or not.
He has heard of the name Mu Han a long time ago. He is the grandson of the head of the Mu family. It is said that he has no heart palace and cannot practice. He is usually looked down upon by the Mu family. Such a person suddenly takes such a good low-grade Taoist artifact.
It is indeed a bit weird to sell them. There are many fake Taoist weapons on the market today, and they even look fake and look like real ones. They will completely fail after being used for less than a day and become no different from ordinary weapons.
If he bought a fake for a hundred gold coins and went back, wouldn't he be laughed to death?