Chapter 123 Mysterious Iron Block
After cutting the meat and buying the dagger that he loved, Zhang Zheng put the dagger that had always been with him into a jade box and packed it up.
After all, it had accompanied her through life and death, and had been on the verge of life and death. He could be regarded as an old friend who risked his life to accompany her, and his hard work was of great merit.
Anyway, if the blade had cracks, it wouldn't be able to sell for many spiritual stones. She really couldn't bear to sell it or throw it away, so she just kept it alive and kept it as a memory.
In addition to the dagger, Zhang Zheng also purchased a third-level high-grade defensive magic weapon, a fourth-level high-grade mobile magic weapon, and hundreds of various talismans. Together with a third-level low-grade formation disk, it can activate a small
The defensive array and trapping array also have extremely simple and crude fortune-telling functions.
After buying all the miscellaneous things, the plump storage bag was instantly empty, leaving only about 400 medium-grade spiritual stones and 110,000 low-grade spiritual stones.
Under the smiling gaze of the pink-clad waiter, Zhang Zheng finally left Wanjin Tower.
In ten days, we need to set off from Wanxuanmen and go to Donghua Sidao Sect to participate in the once-in-a-thousand-year Mountain and Sea Realm.
With only ten days left, Zhang Zheng was no longer in a hurry to practice, and simply strolled leisurely along the market, looking right and left. Appropriate leisurely elegance could relieve the tense and stressed nerves.
The market is as lively as ever, with crowds of people and vendors vying to sell and attract business. The bustle is lively.
Zhang Zheng was strolling leisurely, stopping suddenly in front of an ordinary street stall, squatting down and choosing carefully.
The stall is covered with a long piece of simple gray cloth, on which are scattered various gadgets, including spirit beast eggs, magic weapons, talismans, and even exercises, and more of them are some recognition skills.
Strange things that don't come out.
But the recognizable magical instruments, talismans, and other types are all low-grade, and the highest is only the first-grade high-grade.
Everything was piled messily on the gray cloth. The stall owner looked like an old man in his seventies, with gray hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and droopy eyelids, making it difficult to see clearly. He looked like he was dying.
Such a slovenly and lifeless old man made Zhang Zheng stop in his tracks after just a casual glance.
"Excuse me, fellow Taoist, what is the origin of this wooden bowl?"
The old man raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the wooden bowl pointed by Zhang Zheng. It was about the size of a palm, and the lines of the trees could be clearly seen. At first glance, it looked very ordinary.
In fact, it is extremely ordinary. The old man drooped his eyelids again and said feebly: "My little grandson is just doing nothing for fun. If you want it, please take three low-grade spiritual stones."
It turned out to be a mundane thing. Zhang Zheng knew that this wooden bowl with rough workmanship was worth less than two copper coins even in the mundane world. In the world of cultivation, it was even a piece of trash that no one noticed even if it was thrown on the ground.
But Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and actually took out three low-grade spiritual stones from the storage bag, and handed the spiritual stones to the old man, "Fellow Taoist, I want this wooden bowl."
The old man looked at the three low-grade spiritual stones handed to him with a blank expression. After a long while, he reached out to take them and put them in his bag. He also took the wooden bowl in his hand and wiped it carefully with his sleeves before handing it over with both hands.
In Zhang Zheng's hand.
Zhang Zheng held the wooden bowl in her hand, thanked her, and just stood up to leave when a charming female voice shouted.
"stop!"
Zhang Zheng went away after hearing the news. Not far away, a man and a woman came together. The woman had a pretty face and was wearing a bright yellow skirt. She was Xiao Xiaoning.
The man could also be considered an acquaintance, he was Zhang Xiaoliang, a direct disciple of the Lotus family.
He was not wearing ordinary clothes like Xiao Xiaoning, but a neat Yuebai sect uniform.
Is this for her?
Zhang Zheng stared blankly at Xiao Xiaoning's angry posture as she walked towards him, and couldn't help but wonder in her mind, could it be that the fact that she was behind in the competition between mountains and seas was exposed?
there is always a solution to a problem.
Zhang Zheng stood there without fear, so what if she was exposed? She was not eliminated by her own hands. What's more, Shanhai Lingbi did not prohibit her disciples from sneak attacks.
After a few breaths, Xiao Xiaoning and Zhang Xiaoliang walked up to her.
Before Zhang Zheng could say hello, Xiao Xiaoning pointed at the wooden bowl in her hand and asked, "What is that in your hand?"
That's all, Zhang Zheng put down his hand, his eyes wandered on the ordinary wooden bowl in his hand, and he wondered: "It's just an ordinary wooden bowl, what's wrong with Junior Sister Xiao?"
Xiao Xiaoning opened her mouth to say something else, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Zhang Xiaoliang who stepped forward, "Don't be ridiculous, Junior Sister Zhang is not holding what you are looking for."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiaoliang glanced over Zhang Zheng's face expressionlessly, and his indifferent eyes fell on the old man who was standing beside the stall, squatting down in front of the stall and picking out the items.
Xiao Xiaoning glared at the innocent-looking Zhang Zheng hatefully, then knelt down next to Zhang Xiaoliang, her voice pretending to be soft, "Senior Brother Zhang, daddy said, you have to help Xiaoning choose the baby this time."
Well……
Zhang Zheng was speechless and choked. She had already heard in the sect that Xiao Xiaoning was interested in Zhang Xiaoliang. She also knew that Xiao Xiaoning had the temperament of a sweet and pretty girl in the sect. However, she had never faced it directly before. Now that she has met her, it is better to meet her than to be famous.
Girl, is it really okay for you to speak to your sweetheart like this? You are really not afraid of others being dissatisfied with you!
Zhang Zheng stood far away, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, silently watching the show.
Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Xiaoning said those words, Zhang Xiaoliang's hand holding the thing paused for a moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
There are often rumors in the sect that Zhang Xiaoliang has extraordinary luck. Not only does he often turn bad luck into good luck, but he almost never returns empty-handed when hunting for treasures in secret places.
The most important thing is that there are more powerful rumors that the stones he picks up on the ground may be some kind of rare treasures from heaven and earth that are difficult to find or come across in ten thousand years.
Zhang Zheng watched with envy as he picked at the stall, and finally picked an iron block of unknown material with a faint rusty red color on the surface, bought it and handed it to Xiao Xiaoning.
She lowered her head and glanced at the wooden bowl, feeling a twinge of regret in her heart.
She noticed the stall before he did, and even took a good look at it. Why didn't she let her discerning eyes find the treasure hidden in it?
Watching Zhang Xiaoliang and the two leave, Zhang Zheng looked up at the sky at an angle rather sadly. Sure enough, the opportunity passed her by, and she would not have such good luck.
Sighing, Zhang Zheng silently hugged her poor wooden bowl tightly and prepared to return to the clan.
"Eh!"
Zhang Zheng turned her head suddenly. Next to the stall, a slovenly old man was waving at her, motioning for her to come over.
With doubts in mind, Zhang Zheng obediently walked to the stall and asked, "Fellow Taoist, what do you want to see me for?"
The old man didn't answer, and mysteriously put his hands into the big cloth bag behind his back to fiddle with it.
After a long while, the old man took out his hand from the bag, spread out his palm, and found a piece of rusty red iron lying in the palm of his hand. It was the same as the one Zhang Xiaoliang picked, and even the rusty red area was larger, covering almost the entire area.
The iron block, at first glance, I thought it was a piece of blood stone.
The old man threw the piece of iron away and rolled it into a pile of strange things on the gray cloth, "That guy just bought a hundred low-grade spiritual stones. If you want it, it's still the same. Just take a hundred low-grade spiritual stones."
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The old man's loose eyelids blocked his gaze, and Zhang Zheng couldn't see his eyes, but a warm current flowed through his heart, and he smiled.
"Thanks."
Zhang Zheng took out two hundred pieces of low-grade spiritual stones from the storage bag and handed them to the old man. The old man only glanced at her and put them directly into the bag without saying anything.
Zhang Zheng put the rusty red iron block and the wooden bowl into the storage bag, bowed to the old man and said goodbye, and then left.
Chapter completed!