My Teacher is a Rebirthed Immortal

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This street is the largest antique market in Jiujiang City. You can buy anything you see on TV or here.

Bronze tripods of the avenue, axe of the Stone Age, small beads of phoenixes that have been shining through, and fusi paintings of some Taoist masters.

Of course, it's hard to say whether it's true or false, especially those old shop, Taobao lovers who don't understand, basically don't open for three years and open for three years.

Today is a working day, there are not many tourists, and Chu Yi also entered this place for the first time.

There are a lot of things, big and small, like a catch-up.

"I didn't expect to be able to meet real yellow paper here."

Chu Yi pinched a piece of yellow paper in his hand. The general yellow paper is deceptive.

There is naturally yellow paper in the underground world. It is made through hundreds of processes, and that is the real yellow paper.

But this piece of Chu Yi's hand is even more remarkable. It is the yellow paper that came out of the fairy world and belongs to the fairy family. If a symbol is drawn on it, the so-called magical power of the fairy world can be born.

However, the yellow paper in Chu Yi's hands is too small, he needs more yellow paper to cooperate with him to complete the painting.

Because it is a magical power in the fairy world, the yellow paper of the underground world is completely unbearable.

But after Chu Yi strolled around, he didn't get anything. Most of this antique market is fake. Of course, some real goods are useless to Chu Yi. He doesn't collect.

When he was about to leave, the crowd suddenly became agitated.

"This big brother, what's going on?" Chu Yi asked a shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked very anxious and excited: "Master Zhuge is here today, we are going to buy Fulu."

"Master Zhuge?"

"It's Zhuge Qingtian, who is famous for more than half of Jiangnan, and his Fulu, but he can get rid of ghosts and evils, cure all diseases, and call fortune. Master Zhuge will come to Jiujiang once every six months, and then publicly auction his Fulu here."

The shopkeeper could not wait any longer and ran over quickly.

Zhuge Qingtian, I still have Qingtian.

Chu Yi muttered a few words, but also followed the crowd.

I saw a desk in the crowd, and one in the back was wearing a robe and had black long beards. He was about forty years old and was middle-aged. The old **** was there and closed his eyes to cultivate.

The people around whispered and did not dare to speak loudly.

When Chu Yi looked at it, he saw a total of five Fulu placed on the desk.

"Huh? Isn't it a river and lake liar?" Chu Yi's eyesight, he can see at a glance, those five Fulu, with aura, and look at the painting method, should belong to the Dragon and Tiger Mountains.

The icon is very rigorous, and the same is true in the fairy world. There is a saying: "The icon does not know the trick, and it makes the ghosts laugh. If the icon knows the trick, the ghosts are called."

On the dark earth, Fu Lu is to communicate with ghosts and gods, borrowing the power of ghosts and gods, but Chu Yi knows that in essence, he communicates with nature and borrows the way of nature.

However, although the master Zhuge's Fulu is not advanced, it can also be useful. No wonder there are so many people rushing.

Thinking that, Master Zhuge Qingtian opened his eyes, his eyes scorched and deep, which made the people present awe.

"The Fulu auction started. This time, the old man spent half a year, refining five Fulu, a total of two treatments, two evils and evil, and a fortune."

"The rules are the same as before, open auctions, the higher the price."

"The reserve price starts at 100,000."

"Hundred thousand? Can this kind of trick be taken for one hundred thousand?" Chu Yi was really about to vomit blood, and this is still the reserve price. Listening to the people around you, the general transaction price can't be bought without hundreds of thousands.

This money is too good to make.

"Don't come if you don't have money. Just like a poor boy like you, you can only look at it." A bitter voice came from behind Chu Yi.

As soon as Chu Yi turned around, she was a woman in her early twenties, with big wavy hair and a famous foreign brand. The smell of rouge made Chu Yi's nose itchy, and a sneeze hit the woman.

"Ah!" the woman yelled in panic, pointing at her clothes. "Do you know how much this skirt costs, eighteen thousand, is it worthless to sell your whole body up and down, apologize, lose money, or don't do it today Want to go."

"Why should I apologize? You apologize to me too. You have such a thick foundation on your face. It's a cosmetic pickle. It hurts me to sneeze. I haven't asked you to compensate for my mental loss. Do you know that a big sneeze can also kill someone, some people burst their eyes directly..."

No one can speak of Chu Yi, and anyone who can speak of Chu Yi is beaten by him.

The woman's face was flushed and her voice was sharp: "You you you!"

What is cosmetic marinating!

She had the heart to kill Chu Yi.

"Zhu Xiao, don't make trouble, this friend is not intentional." Suddenly, a fresh breeze came Xu Xu, first wind, then fragrance, followed by a pleasant voice, a beautiful woman, stepped into Chu Yi's eyes.

Like a silhouette of autumn in a hot summer day, a woman who came out of the painting.

"Shir, he was deliberate, and also satirized me." Zhu Xiao grasped tightly.

"Shier? Good name." Chu Yi smiled. "Poetry thinks, Er is you. Your name is what you miss you."

Liang Shier was a little surprised, and there was a deep sadness in his light eyes. He didn't expect this man to be a little talented.

"Isn't it just a stinky man who is full of cottage goods and loves to dress up?" Zhu Xiao said a little.

Chu Yi swallowed his teeth, it seems that after going back today, he must change this suit.

He was not very poor, but he was not very rich.

"Sorry, although my friend has a poisoned mouth, he is still very kind." Liang Shier smiled quietly.

Even if this matter is left behind, there is no follow-up conversation between the two parties.

Liang Shi'er's eyes were placed on Fu Mi. This time she went to Jiangnan to find a way to treat her grandfather's disease.

"Once Grandpa has an accident, I am afraid that Wantian International will be in trouble... But that disease..."

"Shire, don't worry, I have inquired that this master Zhuge really has the ability, and his Fulu will surely cure your grandfather's illness." Zhu Xiao comforted.

"I hope so." She sighed, how big Wantian International is, and finding an evangelist is extremely easy, but no one can cure her grandfather's illness.

In desperation, Liang Shier came to the Liang family's ancestral home to see if there was any chance.

"Two million, these five Fulu, I want it."

Chu Yi was still observing, but suddenly heard Liang Shier speaking.

Quiet around.

Are these two girls so rich?

"It seems that this time we have no drama, these five Fulu should go to this girl."

"Wait next time."

Zhuge Qingtian's eyes lit up on the stage, and he nodded secretly.

At this moment, a strong voice sounded: "Two million will you buy Master Zhuge's five symbols? I will give three million."

Everyone is in an uproar!

"Four million." Liang Shier didn't frown.

"4.5 million." The man continued to increase the price.

"Five million." Although she spoke slowly, she was quite firm.

Chu Yi was stunned, is this woman stupid? This is a scene in which the discerning person is trusting.

It is estimated that Zhuge Qingtian also saw a rare large customer present and directly raised the price.

He was a little curious, and used "Looking for Qi". It didn't matter. It was only three feet above the top of Liang Shier's head, that there was black smoke turning into a skeleton, and he was suppressing a trace of green clouds.

There are gods who raise their heads three feet. This sentence is not a nonsense. Most of the luck of man will appear in the place of three feet, like a big tree in the sky, born out of the ground.

Liang Shier was originally rich and rich, free from disease and disease, but the black smoke skull, but it was directly suppressed, and inherited from generation to generation.

"Ms. Liang, this person is obviously a trust. You don't have to jump inside, and this fu, can't cure your family's disease at all." Chu Yi stopped.

Liang Shier originally wanted to increase the price, but when he heard this suddenly, he was shocked all over, and he couldn't believe Chu Yi.

"How does he know about our family disease?!"

Nominally, it was because of her grandfather's illness that she went out to find good medicine, but the fact was only known to the Liang family. This is a disease common to all three or four generations of the Liang family.