Chapter 20: The black market, everyone is a masked hero

Immediately I was excited, ready to rub my hands, and roared: "Stop, let go of that girl..."

He took three steps at once and hit the old fist. The man was startled and looked back and saw a fist as big as a casserole.

"Ouch……"

Covering his eyes, staggering back, shocked and angry: "How did you hit someone?"

"I'm the one who beats you, the bright world, the blue sky and the sun, how dare you molest a good woman? She's so brave."

Fan Yu opened his eyes wide open, his face full of ferociousness, with a hint of excitement and excitement. The man shivered, his face turned pale, and he was about to run away while rolling and crawling.

"Stop, or break your legs."

Hearing this, the man was quite burly, with his legs clamped, and he turned around softly and loosely, with a grievance on his face: "I, I gave the money..."

Fan Yu was stunned and turned his head to look at the girl. She was dressed in messy clothes and had no underwear. She was white and her two scattered scattered loosely.

It's not a serious person at first glance.

The girl was frightened and angry and said, "You are crazy."

Fan Yu's face turned dark and he covered his face...

Bah, a pair of dogs.

...

The capital is not fun at all.

Fan Yu was deeply shocked and did not dare to go out for several days. He broke several rulers and finally healed his injured heart.

Setting up a stove, laying charcoal, making a fire, and a pile of freshly cut bamboos in the snow, the two naughty children trembled and their faces turned blue.

"Why are you standing so far? Come over... It's not to hit you."

Split a piece of bamboo, and put it in the bucket for a while. When the fire is strong, put the bamboo on it and bake it.

After a while, water stains appeared, and immediately tilted and dripped into a prepared small bowl. After so long, the bamboo was dried and burnt, so I took another one.

After cutting three or four bamboo poles, a shallow layer of bamboo asphalt in the bowl was dipped in the fingers, put them in the mouth, slightly astringent and sweet, and a cool air was rushing to the nose.

"Dog, come here."

Ergouzi looked resentful and reluctant. Fan Yu sneered and waved his hand: "Daya, come here and drink it."

"oh."

Da Ya blinked her eyes, and after drinking, she held the bowl and licked her lips: "Sweet."

Ergouzi's eyes lit up, and he came over happily. He was pushed away by Fan Yu in disgust. He was not discouraged at all. He took the bowl in Da Ya's hand and licked it with his tongue: "Oh, it's so sweet."

Fan Yu rolled his eyelids and sneered.

These days, sugar production technology is underdeveloped, more than ten times more expensive than salt, and is comparable to gold and silver. Based on two, where can ordinary people afford it?

Bamboo contains not high sugar content. When seedlings are called bamboo shoots. They can be stored for a long time after drying. They are very fragrant when stir-frying. The newly dug out and stew it, which is fresh and tender and refreshing.

This technique was seen on a promotion account in his previous life, and many people who play outdoors understand this.

Unexpectedly, it is used now.

A pile of bamboo was divided into dozens of pieces, and the asphalt was only half a bowl. After tasting it, they were all divided into two children.

Seeing the dog's eyes shining and looking at the bamboo forest in the yard of Partridge from time to time, Fan Yu slapped his hand: "What are you looking at? It's gone."

Ergouzi grinned, his mouth full of yellow teeth.

...

It was dim and standing on the roof, it was gray, with lights dotted, and faintly in the fog, my head suddenly shrank, my breath was restrained, and I dared not move.

In his eyes, there was another scene. At a very far distance, a "person" suddenly stood up, as if it was a thousand feet tall, with white lights shining like two big light bulbs, from left to right, looking from top to bottom, sweeping across the world.

He is in charge of great scholars and supervises the world. All monsters and monsters cannot escape the eyes of the Dharma.

"No wonder there are no monsters and monsters in the capital. Cultivators dare to make trouble. Such a terrifying existence glares at you every day, and their courage is scared."

Fan Yu cursed and quickly turned over and jumped down, not daring to stay for too long.

The next day, it was still a gloomy day. Fan Yu didn't go out at noon. He lowered his head and walked into the crowd quickly. After more than an hour, he arrived at an alley and found the fifth door. Heavy and heavy three times, and then he rushed to six times. The door "creaked" and opened.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a fat face, looking around, then pulling his arm, complaining: "Young Master Fan, why did you arrive so late? You can't catch up."

As he said that, he took out a mask and a straw raincoat from the house and handed it over: "Let's go, this is worth it later."

The two of them hurried out again, not daring to go too fast, and walked in a crowded place. They stopped from time to time and pretended to be resting, but in fact they observed whether someone was following him. After half an hour, they arrived at a street, turned a corner, and entered a hutong, but there was a back door of a large mansion.

"After you arrive, look more and ask less after entering. Try not to speak if you can stop talking. Never reveal your identity. Remember to remember."

After saying that, he put on his own mask, a straw raincoat, and pushed the door open.

Fan Yu pinched the mask in his hand, and was painted with a monkey look, muttering, mysterious and like a thief.

The strong man was a member of the Star Gazing Tower party and was also a cultivator. After transferring his golden elixir cultivation, he entered the capital shortly after entering the capital. He was in the relationship with another old member.

Both of them were newcomers, so they had some common topics. A few days ago, they suddenly came to see each other and said that there was a private trade fair in the south of the city. There were immortal cultivators and qi refiners. There were no scholars in a hundred schools of thought, and the three religions and all kinds of things were very messy.

But one advantage is that you can buy many things that you cannot buy on the market and sell shameful items. Although the price is terrible, it solves many problems, commonly known as the black market.

It sounds fun and mysterious, so I just followed and took a look, and the knowledge was so high that I had this scene.

Recently, my cultivation has reached a bottleneck. The Star Avenue of Star Tower is only open to newcomers. After all, the essence of stars has been accumulated bit by bit by bit over the past century. It is a blessing to enjoy it once and a great benefit for the gathering.

It is best to have some genius treasures or meat with abundant blood and energy. Ordinary meat eats too little blood and energy and has poor refining effect. Unless it is eaten in large quantities, he has been pulling some on Widow Liu until now.

Thinking of it, he pushed the door open and entered.

After entering, four or five people came up. He didn't talk nonsense and took out a sign and threw it over.

One person took it, looked carefully, and then smiled: "Please inside."

After walking through the rockery, passing through the Langting, leaving the archway and walking through the side hall, it took a while before we arrived at a place. Looking up, there was another yard.

It should have been opened temporarily, quite abandoned, overgrown with weeds, and there were shadows everywhere, and they were all wearing weird clothes and masks. Their aura was constrained, and they could not tell their identities with their naked eyes.

I felt that I didn't dare to be arrogant, so I quickly restrained my breath and then stepped in.

There was no hawking, no noise, quietly, like a ghost, without any sound when walking. Some people had objects in front of them, and most of them wandered around. When they encountered something that was useful, they didn't ask for the price. The seller only stroked his fingers on the ground.

He was surprised, and others didn't look at him. When he arrived at a stall, there were four items on it, one of which was packed in a transparent jade box, and there was a plant inside, which was like fire, red, with no tendons, and only a few leaves.

The spiritual root of the fire flame fruit?

Fan Yu paused and carefully determined that it was indeed this thing, but the most valuable fire flame fruit was missing.

The growth environment of this thing is very harsh. It grows on active volcanic rock walls. It grows one leaf every hundred years and one fruit every hundred years. Whether it is an immortal cultivator or a qi refiner, it can increase the true qi for ten years after taking it.

The medicinal properties are indicated in the collection of Taoist Master Queqizi. They are suitable for metal and stone medicine. They are quite precious and can increase blood and energy and can be used as a healing method.

Good stuff.

I glanced at the seller and didn't know if the firefly fruit was taken by him or she was still kept. I felt sorry for her, but this tendon is also a good thing and the medicinal properties are also good.

So he learned to do something and made a price-question gesture. The seller stroked the ground and typed a symbol.

two thousand?

Fan Yu frowned. He could take out two thousand. When he first entered the Star Gazing Tower, someone gave him three thousand yuan. Then before Taoist Master Queqiaozi left, he left him another ten thousand yuan, and he didn't spend much these days.

But I feel like I'm losing money when I buy this thing for two thousand yuan. No wonder this place is a black market, it's so dark.

He stood up in disappointment, turned around and left.
Chapter completed!