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As a time traveler, Zhao Yushu still has some passive skill called luck. Although it's not good enough to the point where he can jump off a cliff to pick up secret books, nor does he have an old man in a ring to help him cheat, it's at least on the same level as cunning.

Things that are conducive to your growth will slowly gather towards you.

But his luck was not so good. For example, the most important magic weapon, if it were other time travelers, it would probably be too slow to get one a month. If he still couldn't achieve the inner scene after three months of time travel, he would be embarrassed to continue writing. And he kept jumping back and forth between the human world and the Hades' Palace every day, and he was only at the seventh level now.

"If I'm lucky, I might be able to get another magic weapon. The only clue now is the Human Emperor Sword in Taizong's Mausoleum. Unfortunately, I can't touch it."

Zhao Yushu kept talking to Lan Ling about his worries. He had no secrets in front of Lan Ling.

Lan Ling comforted him, "Since the ones from the West can be used, this place is close to Silla and Dongying (this era in the previous life was called Waguo), maybe there are some magical weapons in the East, let's look for them."

Although the Andong Protectorate was Tang territory, there were still more Goguryeo survivors here than Tang people. There were very few Tang people, and their clothing and customs were very different from those in the Central Plains. In addition, Silla secretly instigated the situation. Except for the soldiers stationed here, the civilians looked indifferent, even with a hint of viciousness and hatred, when they saw Zhao Yushu and the other Tang people.

After all, this was not the Tang Dynasty's original territory, but one that was conquered. Given the moral standards of that era, it was difficult for the Tang army to treat the indigenous people here as their own people, so rebellions by the remnants of Goguryeo became commonplace.

After going back and forth for one or two hundred years, a large part of the natives here became inferior people who hated the Tang people, while a small part became smart inferior people who thought they saw through everything and turned to cling to the Tang people.

For example, the one in front of them.

"My two nobles, you have found the right person. I have a good understanding of the market conditions in all walks of life in our city. Whether you want ginseng or deer antlers, fur or bear gall, even if I don't have them, I can still find a suitable channel for you."

A middle-aged man dressed in local clothes bowed his head and bent over, rubbing his hands, trying to make himself appear more humble. His fluent Chinese showed that it was not the first time he received Tang people.

"We are more than just nobles."

The spiritual power on Lan Ling's body dissipated, and a chill spread, instantly reminding the middle-aged man of the cold winter that had just ended.

With a thud, the middle-aged man knelt on the ground and said, "I was blind and didn't know that you two were immortals. Please forgive me!"

"Get up, what crime have you committed? Don't kneel down at every turn. What's your name?"

Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand to lift him up, and frowned unconsciously.

"My little Jin Shigui."

"What a nice name. Let me ask you, since you know we are cultivators, you naturally know that we don't value those mundane things. I want something with spiritual energy, whether it's rare mountain herbs, natural treasures, or magical weapons. Do you have any way to get them?"

Jin Shigui showed a little embarrassment on his face.

"Why, there is no way?"

"To answer the Immortal, it's not that there is no such thing, but it's hard to get it."

Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling looked at each other. These four words were very interesting, indicating that there was at least one treasure in this city that ordinary people knew about, but it was in the hands of a very difficult person.

"Come on, tell me in detail. If you can introduce me to him and make this deal happen, you will get a lot of benefits."

Zhao Yushu handed over a silver ingot, but Jin Shigui took a step back and did not take it.

"I dare not be greedy for money, two immortals. Although our city is small, except for Jincheng (the capital of Silla), which is similar to us, even the Xiongjin Dudufu (the capital of Baekje, later annexed by Silla) is not as good as us. There are also several immortals, and they are very powerful."

Zhao Yushu raised his head. Jin Shigui meant that although you two are cultivators, there are more than just you two cultivators in the Andong Protectorate, there are others, and their cultivation is very high.

As an ordinary person, Jin Shigui naturally didn't know how high Zhao Yushu's cultivation level was. His actions and words showed that this local cultivator was very powerful, at least in the eyes of the locals, there was no one more powerful.

But since Jin Shigui dared to say it out loud, it meant that this was not a secret nor was it some heirloom that could not be traded. It could only be that he had not yet demonstrated sufficient financial resources.

"Ha, I see. I wonder if Mr. Jin..."

"I don't deserve it!"

"Well, I wonder if you know what the owner of the treasure wants to change?"

Jin Shigui laughed, "You don't know, Immortal. Everyone in Pyongyang knows about this. Mr. Cui has a lot of treasures in his hands, and he is willing to sell them openly. But Mr. Cui has a hobby. He doesn't sell them directly, but only wants to exchange them. If it's just silver, I'm afraid I won't get it."

Jin Shigui spoke in detail, but he kept his head down and his eyes flickered. Zhao Yushu knew that he must have something else to say.

"Who is Mr. Cui?"

"He is the head of our Baidao Hall, a great immortal!"

Zhao Yushu took out two more ingots of silver and said, "Please help me communicate. I want to discuss a deal with Mr. Cui."

Jin Shigui did not refuse this time. He had already stated Mr. Cui's conditions, and the other party was still willing to talk, which meant that these two people had good stuff.

Jin Shigui took the silver ingot and said, "May I ask what are your names, the two Immortals?"

"You tell me," Zhao Yushu instinctively wanted to use Bai Jintang's name, but when he thought that Bai Jintang might be quite famous now, he hesitated for a moment.

"Just tell me, Mr. Yang and Miss Fang from Jiangning have arrived."

Seeing Zhao Yushu's hesitation, Lan Ling decisively used Lao Yang and Sanniang's surnames.

"Yes! I will arrange a good place for you two to stay right away. I will go see Mr. Cui first."

Jin Shigui found the best inn for them, arranged a room for them, and left in a hurry.

"Tell me, is this your luck?"

Lan Ling sat down at the table, spread out a piece of paper, and wrote the word "Cui" and the word "Jin" on it.

Zhao Yushu took the pen and said, "You are at the fourth level, and I have also demonstrated the cultivation of the fifth level. Jin Shigui took the initiative to find us. Do you think someone behind the scenes has seen our cultivation?"

As he spoke, he gently pressed down the brush, touched the word "Cui", and began to draw the lines.

"If we don't mention it ourselves, I think Jin Shigui will take the initiative to bring up the treasure."

The black line extends across the paper.

"It's clear that he doesn't want money, he only wants to exchange and not sell, just to confirm whether we have good things. Hey, a local native in a remote place has a lot of treasures. Does he think he is from the Xiangchengyuan family?"

The black line stopped and connected to the golden characters.

Lan Ling took the pen, drew another circle behind the word Cui, and then connected them with a line: "He took advantage of others and dared to attack the Tang monks. He must have someone behind him."

"But it's still my luck that we were chosen."