Counterattack Xiaoxian

Wuhua signaled him not to be impatient, and shook out the long gown that contained the golden knife in his hand. Unexpectedly, he used too much force, and the golden knife flew out and plunged straight into an inconspicuous celadon vial in the corner.

Just as Ji Lingchu was about to fly to catch it, the old man Guanshu was faster than him. He reached out his arm and sucked the golden knife into his hand with a "whoosh".

Ji Lingchu was slightly surprised, thinking that this person was at least in the Tongxuan realm!

The old man glanced at the golden knife, put it down, and hurried to the green glaze bottle to check it, his expression full of fear.

Seeing that nothing happened, he suddenly turned around and found that the perpetrator was smiling without saying a word.

"Hmph!" the old man said: "You have good eyesight. This is an imperial gift from the royal family of the former Longtu Kingdom. If you break this knife, it will not be worth one ten thousandth."

"Senior may have made a mistake. This is not a royal artifact of the Longtu Kingdom."

The old man said angrily: "That's unreasonable! I've handled hundreds and thousands of things, and I've never strayed from them. If you come here and tell nonsense like this, I won't let you go."

Wuhua was not in a hurry and said: "Tell me to say that this vase was made by Shen Yongzhen of the previous dynasty."

The old man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he was overjoyed and said: "Please, please take a seat quickly and tell me in detail."

Ji Lingchu didn't know who Shen Yong really was, which caused the old man's attitude to change drastically. As soon as he sat down with everyone, a light flashed before his eyes, and the scenery took on a different look.

The place where they sat turned into a small tea room, with smoke curling up inside, a guqin on the table, and a dozen utensils placed on luxurious wooden shelves, with aura flowing around and a unique charm.

Ji Ling was used to this method in the "little ecstasy array" arranged by Master Sang at first, but it was novel because so many spiritual weapons were gathered together.

But the two young men beside him screamed in surprise, and the old man said proudly: "What a joke! The small cage gauze array is not of much use."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to ask Wuhua about the celadon vial. The two had a great conversation. Because it involved a lot of terminology and allusions, Ji Lingchu only understood less than 20% of it.

Probably before the Yuanfu Empire, there was a Furen dynasty called the "Longtu Kingdom". It lasted for five hundred years and was later replaced by the first generation of Fu Emperors.

This is a long time ago. Besides, Shen Yongzhen was a great craftsman spanning two dynasties. He was very famous at the time. He also had an unknown identity. He was also a practitioner.

The celadon-glazed vial was made by Shen Yongzhen himself, and was copied in large numbers by the Houlongtu royal family, so it is understandable that the old man made a mistake.

Then Wuhua wanted to verify the authenticity of what he said, and asked the old man to take down an oil lamp, and then drop a drop of lamp oil on the bottle. The lamp oil was solid but not slippery, and disappeared in a moment.

Wuhua said: "Did you see it? This bottle is also called the oil-stealing bottle. It is an interesting gadget."

The old man clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful! Wonderful."

He carefully put away the celadon vial, then grabbed the gold knife and said, "Do you want to sell it or barter?"

Wuhua said: "For sale."

"To be honest, this sword is only a third-level magic weapon, not a top-grade one. You must know that there are six levels of magic weapons. If it is above level five, it will have a price."

Ji Lingchu heard it, and people were afraid that they were "young children" trying to spread common sense!

He immediately raised his chest and said, "To be honest with the shop owner, I am at the peak of the Bone Tempering Realm."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and said with a dumb smile: "My little friend, I am not a shopkeeper, but I am just the shopkeeper here. If you want to sell it, do you want to settle it with Aidou or Lingqian?"

This time it was Ji Lingchu's turn to be dumbfounded, wondering why this old man was talking nonsense?

Wuhua didn't feel embarrassed either, so he explained it to him right away.

In the world of Fu Di cultivation, two things are used for buying and selling.

One is an elixir, and there is another elixir called "Qi Ju Dan". This elixir has a wide range of uses and stable quality. Because its main ingredient is "Jiuzhi Mugwort", it is also called "Ai Dou".

One is the spiritual talisman. Among the spiritual talismans, there is one called "Yunling Talisman", which can be used by all practitioners, so it is called "Ling Chao".

Of course, there are higher levels above these two kinds of "hard currency", corresponding to high-level elixirs and talismans.

After hearing this, Ji Lingchu understood. The old man looked at him with a very strange look. He didn't know where this young man came from, but he was a businessman and didn't worry about it. He said: "Both are the same and can be used universally, so... ....?"

Wuhua said with some embarrassment: "We want to use money to trade."

"This...hehe! Hehe!" The old man's expression became even weirder. He pondered for a moment and said, "That's okay."

"In silver, I can give you two thousand baht as a thank you."

Wuhua nodded to Ji Lingchu and said, "Okay, it's a deal."

The old man said: "There is no money prepared in the store. I will write a post and ask you to exchange it at the Changchun Bank in the south of the city. Can you trust me?"

Wuhua said: "That's natural."

The old man wrote immediately, and Wuhua accepted the post. Everyone was very happy, haha, he is rich!

"Okay, money and goods are cleared. Welcome to visit next time." The old man stood up and was about to see off the guests.

Wuhua walked up to the case, first played the piano gently, then sniffed at a teapot and said: "Tsk, tsk, the shopkeeper is so lucky, the tea smells terrible!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, with a smile on his face: "You are not a good guy. I'm just here to discuss business. I haven't invited you to drink tea yet. If you don't mind, could you please give me a taste?"

Wuhua was not polite and sat down seriously. Ji Lingchu looked suspicious and wondered what he was doing. Everyone was hungry. What kind of tea should we drink?

The old man gave everyone a cup. This tea was different from what Ji Lingchu drank before. It was similar to a mixture of corn and nuts. It had a rich aroma and could satisfy hunger.

Drinking tea only took a moment. The old man covered the tea cup and stood up to see the guests off.

But Wuhua flipped through another book on the case, glanced at it a few times, shook his head and said: "Danxia generates purple energy, there is no ignorance in it."

"My little friend, you still know how to make alchemy?" The old man's eyes lit up.

Wuhua said: "I know a little bit."

Now the two of them were discussing alchemy again, and their heads were shaking together, as if they had found a soulmate.

Finally, the old man said: "It's too late to meet you. If I don't have something important to do, I would have to talk by candlelight at night. Why don't you and I talk about it another day?"

Wuhua said: "It's easy to talk about. It's easy to talk about. It's a worthwhile trip. I'll come back with a lot of fun."

The old man was also in a good mood. With a wave of his sleeves, everyone appeared in the small and old shop again. The golden knife was still in its original place.

Ji Lingchu sat there for a long time, then he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally leave. The old man was very considerate and wanted to see them to the door.

Unexpectedly, Wuhua took two steps, turned back and said to the old man: "Meeting a senior is a happy event in life. I wonder if I can send this flower to each other, so that I can see things and think about people."

He pointed at the pots of flowers placed under the counter, which were used for decoration.

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Since my little friend likes it, just take it away."