New White Snake Asking Immortals

It’s another drizzly day.

The grocery store was open for business as usual, and a destined person walked out of the thick, humid fog. He was led into the store by the sleepy and yawning Fat Tiger. After about half a stick of incense, Fat Tiger went out with the unfortunate guy by the neck in his big mouth, and threw it hard towards Thick fog.

He probably rolled back along the steps of the mountain road. It was inevitable that he would stumble and get injured.

In the store, a certain Bai was sitting on a chair settling accounts.

"There are really smart people. They have said that they should use the most precious treasures in their hearts, or precious materials, or look at the memories of the past, but they actually use tatters to lie about the relics left by their mother to him, which are the most cherished in their hearts. Ha, bad acting, stupid Extremely.”

If that unlucky guy trades honestly, he might be able to soar into the sky from now on.

Unexpectedly, he shoveled the ground with his face on the spot, which was a waste of opportunity.

Moubai thinks it's normal. When doing business, it's inevitable that the transaction will fail due to one party's reasons. There's no need to use your talent to focus on the future. That would be pointless. It's fun to just let nature take its course.

Pretending to count with his fingers, two customers came to shop today, so business is booming.

There is a separate person responsible for supervising the construction of the Dragon Palace. You only need to visit occasionally. Business is the most important thing.

"Oh, it's so hard. A hard-working tyrant like me is truly unprecedented..."

A certain Bai was deeply intoxicated by his noble moral character.

Write, draw, and close the ledger.

Just when Bai Yujun was leisurely and intoxicated, in the secret room a hundred feet deep underground in the restaurant run by the Tu family, Tu Yue carefully observed the pictures of the rubble and tried to find something from them. She had her own ideas, which did not violate the agreement with the mysterious little girl. As for the transaction, the mysterious little girl didn’t mention any more restrictions, so it’s normal to take the opportunity to get some bargains.

Unknown and strange objects that can be of interest to top powers need to be found by a local snake like himself. The great monk has sharp eyes and discerns everything. Wouldn't it be faster to search for them personally? Could it be that...this object can avoid the magic search of the great monk? Who wouldn't be tempted by such a wonderful thing?

It's true that it was a life-saving grace. I didn't want to break the contract and keep it for myself. After I got it, I delivered it two or three days later. It was normal for me to understand and understand.

What if I come across top techniques or great secrets?

Even if there is a little residue exposed between the fingers, it is enough to change the fate of the future.

Check, not only check carefully, but also use all your strength to search.

Since the spells of the great monks can be avoided, it means that the monks' methods may not be of much use. They can only use ordinary people or warriors who belong to the power. Street gangs, gangsters and even beggars can all be mobilized. They can attract countless people by just spending some gold and silver. Work hard.

After a long time, I had no choice but to take a photo of the jade talisman and couldn't see anything else. I couldn't understand it clearly and had to stop temporarily.

He stood up and left the secret room, passing out orders one after another, giving full play to the power of local snakes, and posted notices offering rewards in the busy streets. The city soon caused a sensation, not only in the city, but also in small towns, villages, monks' tribes, and even bandits scattered outside the city. Notices were received in all the cottages, and news of the reward blew across the land like the wind.

The other wealthy families in the city are confused about the situation and are offering a reward for what looks like a fragment of an inscription? Are all the low-level casual cultivators and ordinary people mobilized?

Such a big fanfare should be to find treasures, but in the end it was street gangsters, beggars and farmers who took the initiative...

It made even the monks who had some dignity feel embarrassed to participate.

As a high-ranking practitioner, how can you compete with farmers and beggars? No matter how dark your heart is, you can't peel off your face and spit on yourself. How can you compete with beggars on the streets for food?

The other uninformed cultivating clans in the city felt confused and didn't know what the Tu clan was up to, so they could only wait and see the situation for the time being.

The surrounding area became very lively for thousands of miles.

Farmers who plow the fields will touch stones when they see them. Bandits and thieves wander around looking for stones. Even the tombstones in cemeteries are carefully compared. The landlords lead their servants and swordsmen to dig wells and dig walls. Anything related to stones must be carefully searched. After watching it several times, I found that the city was equally crazy. Beggars groped in the canals and rivers, and ruffians squatted outside the doors of wealthy families and lovingly touched every cornerstone of the walls.

Only a few cultivating families in the city received Tuyue's message, promising various benefits in exchange.

Use precious cultivation resources...in exchange for a few broken rocks.

On the top floor of the restaurant, Tu Yue was sipping tea and looking down at the city scenery. She was not afraid that other aristocratic families would notice the strangeness of the stone. If anyone had the relevant gravel, they would definitely come to her. Tu Yue firmly believed that none of the major forces nearby would be able to discover the secret of the stone. , but couldn’t help but want to find out the secret.

As long as there is any abnormality, leave it to the mysterious girl to deal with.

Several practicing families that Tuyue contacted quickly made a guess.

Previously, a tiger demon appeared outside the city. It appeared in Tu's restaurant that night. The demon who was powerful enough to rule the king was actually just a mount, and the mysterious girl was the big shot. Tu Yue released a message the next day to look for strange objects, among which There must be a relationship.

The smarter ones have already begun to figure out how to get on the line with the big shots.

The key is to find the magic stone, or stone tablet, as soon as possible, and you must be there before everyone else!

Bai Yujun's method of finding objects works very well.

A cup of tea stirred with fingers can bring about countless enthusiastic people, and the business is sure to make a profit.

While countless people were busy searching for clues, the grocery store welcomed another customer.

At noon.

A tall and thin man walked out of the stone steps up the mountain in the thick fog.

Poverty, skinny, with stiff eyes, and a strong air of death. The clothes he wore were washed too many times and turned white and even dried out. They were covered with patches of all sizes. It was obvious that the patch work was exquisite and delicate. It was spread across the cloth pocket diagonally. I don’t care about the thick fog, nor do I care about the exquisite pavilions on the top of the mountain ahead.

Fat Tiger squatted on the steps and prepared to do a set of procedures. Unexpectedly, the skinny weird man walked past without saying a word. He walked up the steps on the wet and cool steps after the rain with his thousand-layer cloth shoes. He seemed to have seen the tiger but not as if he didn't. .

The strange man's eyes were lifeless, his mood was desolate, his will was depressed, and all his thoughts were lost.

His movements were stiff and his expression was dull, like a decayed puppet.

Although his clothes were patchy, skinny and poor, he was clean and tidy. Step by step, he climbed the steps to the main door of the main hall, looking at the high threshold with a blank look in his eyes.

The gray death energy on his body disappeared in an instant as if it had been burned by the scorching sun.

Even though he lost his life energy, he still looked like an evil cultivator.

In the hall, Moubai glanced at this destined person who came to the grocery store, and found it very interesting. Sure enough, all the fun things happened in the small world of the mortal world. The ancient world was full of old scheming people, and they were all rotten and rigid.

"Welcome to the grocery store. Our prices are fair and honest. There is always a product that suits you."

A certain shopkeeper gave a perfunctory greeting, and the skinny weirdo looked up at the shining door.

Then, he turned around and walked back.

"..."

"..."

Bai Yujun was stunned, and Fat Hu marveled at how brave the old boy was.

So, the weirdo who was walking forward with his head lowered and ready to go down the mountain suddenly stopped, because there was a tiger claw as big as a cattail fan on his chest, and the tiger hairs like steel needles hurt his skin. Fortunately, the sharp blade did not pop out, otherwise the second transaction would have to be completed. If you declare it over, you might end up with a reputation as a rip-off.

The tall and thin man raised his head and saw the huge tiger's head with disheartened eyes. When the tiger breathed, even if the nostrils were specially designed to exhale to both sides, the aftermath of the airflow could still mess up his hair and make him unable to open his eyes.

The palm-sized tiger claws left his chest, pushed his shoulders to force him to turn around, and then pointed at the door.

If he keeps nagging, he will be caught in the door with his bloody mouth.

Fat Tiger felt that this man was so stupid that he turned a blind eye to the opportunity to change his destiny right in front of him.

Perhaps because he understood his situation, the skinny weirdo walked towards the pavilion without saying a word. Yilong and Yihu were amazed at this calmness and following the crowd, and they didn't know which piece of goods was destined for him.

Lift your legs to cross the high threshold.

Walking into the store, his dead eyes swept across the dazzling array of goods, and finally settled on the little girl riding on the cloud.

A certain white girl held a small fan in her hand, and her black hair was swaying in the breeze.

Just when he was about to say his lines, the skinny weirdo actually spoke first.

"I am a tailor. I would like to ask if you need any tailoring. You don't need to measure. You can tell the size of your clothes at a glance. You can cut any piece of clothing from coarse peasant cloth to silk and satin. No fabric is wasted. The more expensive the material, the higher the labor cost. No credit.”

"..."

Fat Tiger was stunned. Good guy, who is the customer? The boss has met his colleague.

"..."

Moubai looked at the skinny weirdo speechlessly.

The words "no credit allowed" were spoken with confidence. Such conduct earned Moubai's respect, and he was in awe of his fellow vendors in this remote, almost barbaric, small world.

"Hey, it's interesting. Then sew me a dress that you think is the best. The wages are easy to negotiate."

After saying that, he took out a piece of neatly folded plain white cloth and threw it to the weirdo who called himself a tailor.

The bitter tailor took the cloth and lamented that the material was unheard of.

He looked up at the little girl on the clouds again, trying to see the cut size of the dress, but his despairing eyes suddenly burst into tears...

Tailor Ku was stunned by the sudden abnormality, as if he didn't understand why this was happening.

Before, everything was normal with his eyes, but when he wanted to know the size, it was like looking up at the sun that was ten times brighter at noon. The burning and stinging sensation penetrated deep into his soul, and his vision was dyed red with blood and tears. Just when he thought his eyes were going to go blind, suddenly The coolness relieved the burning sensation in the eyes.

It was as if he had been anesthetized during the whole process. He didn't cry out in pain, and his expression didn't change much. He was comparable to a zombie.

Bai Yujun cured Tailor Ku's eyes, and what happened just now was purely accidental.

Just for fun, I didn't use my talent to look at the future, but something almost happened. As the saying goes, the power of the gods is like a prison, how can a mortal easily look directly at the appearance of a true god, not to mention that Bai is not an ordinary god.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that you, as a mortal, would have a pair of rare eyes. You can't blame me for that."

Damn it, he asked for it.

It would be fine if he was as experienced as other tailors and didn’t need measuring tapes. But he had rare eyes and the talent to judge height, height, fatness and thinness professionally. Fortunately, the person standing in front of him was just a clone linked to his consciousness. If the main body were standing here, he might not even be able to save him. There is no chance.

Tailor Ku, who felt his eyes recovered, lowered his head and did not dare to look directly, and handed the fabric forward.

"It's the villain who was arrogant. He is not good at cutting clothes. Please forgive me."

The originally lifeless gaze finally started to change. Perhaps because he was awakened, he was finally willing to take a serious look at his surroundings and saw the strange groceries on the surrounding shelves.

Bai Yujun took back the cloth and made a circle with the small fan.

"Now that you're here, let's take a look. It's fate that brings you here. Maybe a certain product is destined for you. Remember, the more expensive the product, the higher the price. Please choose carefully."

Then he said something again.

"Each item has a price tag. Don't look at the items labeled Immortal Weapon. Just choose based on your feeling."

Maybe Tailor Ku listened, or maybe he just wanted to walk around a few times and leave. He didn't know what he wanted. He was depressed. His whole body exuded a sense of death and then he suffered the mysterious energy dissipation. He was like a living dead, just missing the writing on his forehead. I ignored the shiny magical weapons and elixirs and looked at the ordinary-looking shelves.

He walked around in a daze, and soon, a product made his stiff eyes look more lively.