Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

There was no hiding the disgust in his tone.

There is no stall owner who knows how to chase people away.

The woman was right. They were all unfamiliar with magic weapons, and they really wanted to see something strange when they gathered around here at first.

Jing Liu and the others were speechless and looked at each other, thinking of leaving.

He stretched out a hand from behind and picked up the silk flower that Lu Lingyou asked about: "Good stuff."

The black silk cloth is light and translucent, and the tips of the petals are painted with fine gold powder, curling inward to wrap the golden stamens.

The blue silk cloth was cut into the shape of tea leaves, and gold thread was carefully wrapped around the hairpin.

The workmanship is exquisite and it is perfect as a girl's headwear.

Lu Lingyou turned around when he heard the voice: "Senior sister."

"Hey, here comes a guy who knows his stuff." The woman was obviously interested, "Have you figured out how to use it?"

Yun Ci looked through it and asked, "Can it only be used once?"

The woman nodded.

"Although it's useful to everyone," Yun Ci put the thing down, "but if you can only use it once, the price of your thing won't go up."

"You can't bargain like this." The woman's voice was low, "I can confuse anyone for the duration of a cup of tea, even the Mahayana period."

This hairpin can trap opponents in illusions, which is great for attacking or escaping.

They can use magic weapons to the point where they ignore their cultivation level, and their abilities are not much different.

Limiting the number of times they can be used makes these magic weapons seem like toys for children.

Yun Ci squatted down next to Lu Lingyou, glanced at the things on the stall, and then continued: "These things are not good. Since you made them, you must have better ones."

Speak with certainty.

The woman opposite didn't deny it.

Most weapon cultivators have a small habit. After successfully refining a magical weapon, they will always put their own signature mark on it.

As for whether the mark is concealed or not, it all depends on personal preference.

Yun Ci likes to carve inconspicuous snowflakes.

On the pile of objects on the ground, there is a seven-pointed star pattern.

This kind of embroidery is also found on women's belts.

"You're already here, why don't you put out a few good things?" Yun Ci raised his chin and asked casually, "You're wasting your time with all this."

The woman hummed softly: "I'm happy."

But no one can resist the power of these four words.

Recreation time doesn’t have to be limited to just guarding the stalls.

"A high-grade spiritual stone, I will definitely greet you with a smile." The woman thought for a while, "There is nothing that money cannot solve."

This is where the spiritual stone is used as a stepping stone.

Yun Ci followed his words and took out a high-grade spiritual stone from the mustard bag.

"Happy person." After getting the spirit stone, the woman's voice was full of joy, "Wait, I just have a family heirloom that is suitable for you."

"Senior sister," Lu Lingyou asked, "Where did you get so many spiritual stones?"

When Yun Ci took out the spirit stones just now, Lu Lingyou accidentally saw the bag full of them.

"Oh." Yun Ci was waiting for the woman to take out the family heirloom in her mouth, and replied, "It was given by the sect after becoming a god."

Lu Lingyou: "?" What role does Song Mingfeng have if he is so poor?

Xuantian Sect's three sword and magic pills, except for the cost of sword cultivation, the other two are quite profitable.

But the sect's formation and the resources provided to the disciples all cost money.

In this case, the child who doesn't cry gets no candy.

There are no elders in Songming Peak to be responsible for crying. How can there be so many spiritual stones for sword cultivators in the sect?

Yun Ci couldn't help laughing: "I lied to you, I just snatched it from Xi Xingyuan."

Lu Lingyou: "." Actually, I am more accepting of the answer that the sect leader secretly stuffed spirit stones into you.

"It's a reward." Yun Ci shook the money bag in his hand and heard the clear and sweet sound of the spirit stones colliding, "Their sect leader gave it to me."

In the secret realm of the Boundless Sea, Yun Ci took back two promising disciples from Shengru Tower. In addition, they also found their ancestor's manuscript before, Shengru Tower always wanted to return the favor.

But since Yun Ci has his natal sword, he doesn't need their sect's mental skills.

The host Ruan Wei thought about it for a long time before deciding to give the spirit stone directly.

Of course, Yun Ci didn't know whether there was any suggestion from Xi Xingyuan.

Other sects also gave some spiritual stones, and together they filled up a money bag.

This gift suited the sword cultivator who had been poor for several years.

A straight and poor swordsman will always be bribed with money.

The power of money is indeed great.

Not only does it make Yun Ci feel satisfied, but it also makes the stall owner who is preparing to drive away customers take out his family heirlooms.

The woman searched in her pocket for a long time, and finally took out a sword spike.

A string of blue beads hangs from the small, smooth but carefully carved golden crystal in the shape of a flying phoenix.

He was thrown to Yun Ci casually: "It hides the powerful sword intention. Just tell me whether this thing is good or not."

Yun Ci took it and observed it carefully.

The ghost market has rules.

He couldn't ask where the things came from, and he couldn't ask why the woman knew he was a sword cultivator.

"Mighty?" Yun Ci asked, "Who is it?"

"Who else can it be?" The woman glanced at Yun Ci and said vaguely, "There are only a few swords that can be called powerful."

Probably because he didn't recognize his master, Yun Ci couldn't figure out whose sword intention it was.

But she touched a small sword mark on one side of the crystal.

There are still some signs of wear on the edge, and it looks like it was often hung on the sword in the past.

This shape of crystal cannot be from Changning.

After being a master and apprentice for many years, Yun Ci knew very well that Changning would not tie such a thing to his sword.

If Chang Ning had such thoughts to take care of his natal sword, he would not have raised a dirty sword spirit.

So the scope of swordsmanship that can be called powerful is very small.

For example, Yan Tu.

For example... cosine.

Yun Ci lowered his eyes and stared at the sword spike in his hand, and asked thoughtfully: "Sell it?"

"Anyway, I can only use it as a family heirloom. Why not sell it if it can be exchanged for spiritual stones?" The woman said lazily, "But I sell things based on fate, and you don't seem to need these."

Yun Ci has realized the meaning of his sword.

The sword intent contained in this sword spike was of little use to Yun Ci.

Just thinking that this might be Yu Xianzi's sword spike, Yun Ci always felt that he should buy it.

After rubbing the crystal in my hand for a moment, it felt warm.

Yun Ci waited for the stall owner to say the next half of his sentence.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner sighed and then changed the topic: "Who told us we were destined? Pack everything and pack ten high-grade spiritual stones."

"Wow!" This was the first time Jing Liu saw someone doing business like this.

Although the items on the stall are practical, they are all accessories worn by girls.

It's useless to ask for Yun Cibao Yuan who never dresses up.

But ten high-grade spiritual stones are a good deal for buying so many things.

But I just feel like something is wrong.

"No counter-offer." The woman shrugged and said frankly, "It's not like I'm trying to kill you. Why are you sighing?"

He actually admitted his behavior of ripping off customers.

Yun Ci smiled: "Okay."

After hearing Yun Ci's promise, the woman immediately became energetic. She sat up and directly balled up the black cloth spread on the ground and stuffed it into Yun Ci's hand.

The plain hands spread upward: "Sheng Hui."

"Senior sister!" Jing Liu and Lu Lingyou tried to stop her, "She is killing you!"

Cen Liu also reacted: "Senior sister, that's not how money is used."

The eyes of the three junior sisters were full of a swordsman who was dazzled by the sudden wealth.

"I saved it." Yun Ci smiled and took out the spirit stone from the bag, "A person who can set up a stall in the ghost market to pass the time must know a lot of things?"

The woman's eyes were full of vigilance: "Don't ask anything about the ghost market."

"I won't ask about your life." Yun Ci shook his head, "I only want to ask one thing."

After speaking, he placed another spiritual stone in the woman's hand.

What can I say...it's pretty cool to be showered with money.

The woman's eyes were obviously confused.

Yun Ci took out a spiritual stone: "I just want to know one thing. What are the immortal bones auctioned in the ghost market?"

The spiritual stone was placed above the woman's palm.

Just wait for the woman to raise her hand to get it.

"You're a bastard if you don't want money." The woman hesitated for a moment, then put the spiritual stone into her pocket, "Is it a fairy bone? That's easy to say, I happen to know about it."

Yun Ci put the stuff in his arms into the mustard bag: "Yeah."

"The fairy bone is something in the literal sense." The woman had put away the low stool and stood up, "A bone of a god. But it's nothing to look at. At most it's a little longer than a human rib."

"So you've seen it?" Yun Ci raised his head, the sunlight falling on the mask on his face, and his tone was very calm.

The woman stretched out a finger and shook it: "This falls within the scope of not asking questions."

Although he refused to answer Yun Ci's question, there was already information hidden in his words.

Yun Ci just asked the woman if she had seen the immortal bones, which was already within the scope of not asking.

Don't ask about the merchant's life, the origin of the treasure, or the authenticity of the goods.

It can be inferred that this woman has seen the bones of gods.

And I had very close contact with this thing.

In the ghost market, the profession that can encounter goods for sale at the auction house is...

The woman suddenly interrupted Yun Ci's thoughts with a smile: "If you are curious, you can see it at the auction house tomorrow."

"But before that," the woman raised her hand, "you'd better find a place to stay."

After speaking, she pointed behind several people.

Lu Lingyou, Jingliu and the others followed her hand and turned to look.

Behind you is a T-intersection.

A wide road paved with gold circles the square, and an archway dotted with jade stands on it.

And at the end of this golden road is a huge pavilion.

The red wall paint is very conspicuous. The walls are high and there are no windows. It can only be seen that it is a round building.

The golden tiles glowed in the sun, and there was only one tall and narrow door, with two-person tall and majestic Pixiu-like buildings made of gold on both sides.

One of them held a round emerald green stone in its mouth.

It looks very wealthy.

The glittering golden road and the road paved with gravel beneath Jingliu and the others were instantly compared.

Three Junior Sisters: "Wow."

They said the same words, but each had different thoughts.

Lu Lingyou is considering the possibility of collecting two golden Pixiu.

Cen Liu was thinking that if he could give so much gold to his father and the others, he could buy a lot of food to eat for several years without starving or freezing.

Jing Liu... Jing Liu had nothing to think about. The golden light of gold was almost the same as that of Buddhism. He was tired of seeing it.

After Yun Ci and the others saw the pavilion, the woman said in a bewitching tone: "As long as you go in, you will understand the answers to all these mysteries."

"We didn't see such an eye-catching thing just now?" Jing Liu turned around and found that the woman was gone, "What is this called? We have passed each other five hundred times and there is no fate."

Lu Lingyou and Cen Liu: "?"

Five hundred times what?

"You usually learn this in morning classes?" Jing Guan stood behind Jing Liu and said coldly, "It seems I have to go back and let your master discipline you."

Jing Liu raised his hand to cover his chest: "I know you are just telling nonsense and you just want me to feel more pure about you. Look, you are coaxing me again. If I believe it, I will burst into tears." I'm probably stupid. I'm not as sweet-tongued as other sisters. You just think I'm an actor. From now on, I won't dare to get close to you, just think I'm gone. My brother thinks I'm boring, and tomorrow I'll meet someone else who's wonderful. It’s really heartbreaking. I probably won’t be able to survive this day, just being rejected by you makes me upset.”

After saying that, he raised his sleeves to wipe his tears in a serious manner.

Unfortunately, he was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression.

It was also the first time that Cen Liu felt the horror of Angry Chan.

When he asked Lu Lingyou, his tone was a bit uncertain: "Senior Sister Jing, is she like this on weekdays or is it just today?"

Lu Lingyou touched Cen Liu's head: "It's okay, I thought so at the beginning."

Cen Liu asked: "What?"

"Later I discovered that if I can't stand it, I'll join." Lu Lingyou said firmly, "Then I found that if others can't stand me, I'll be happier."

After learning the ability to talk nonsense, I felt better.

Anger Zen drives everyone crazy equally.

Other disciples came with Jing Guan.

There are indeed many treasures in the ghost market, but most of the team are swordsmen and there are no other needs.

Just take a long view.

Naturally, he was not forced to buy many things at once like Yun Ci.

"This building..." Wen Yinzhi wondered, "We haven't seen it before."

If he is the only one who ignores it, it means he has bad eyesight.

But until then, no one had spoken about the building.

So this building couldn't have been here before.

The sudden appearance may be because the auction house will not show up until the time is up.

Xi Xingyuan just saw Yun Ci and the others getting together and talking to a stall owner for a long time.

Somewhat curiously, Yun Ci asked: "What did you buy?"

"A gadget." Yun Ci said, "I asked a question while buying something. She asked me to go to the auction house."

"Is this why the auction house appeared?" Zhong Changxu asked, "That shouldn't be the case. How could a woman control things in the ghost market?" As he spoke, countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

Xi Xingyuan shook his head: "It's not necessarily her fault."

Yun Ci also said: "She just asked me to go, there was no spiritual energy fluctuation."

The woman just showed the way to Yun Ci and the others, and didn't seem to do anything.

But this ghost market has too many secrets.

From the moment he came in, every accident Yun Ci encountered seemed to indicate that there was no need for spiritual energy here.

What kind of power can make a group of paper figures alive and kicking?

What power can control the traces of such a large building?

Yun Ci laughed: "The Immortal Bone is really a bone... We will know the result tomorrow."

The woman had previously asked them to find a place to stay.

The monks do not have much need for food and accommodation, and their luck will be over after a night of meditation.

But the woman specifically brought it up.

"Let's find a place to stay now."