Chapter 1027: Showing Off Wealth

Some people have lost their memories, but some people have always lived in their memories. The chief of the Yun Xing Hui is a very old talisman master named Tang Ao. He always talks about the good old days, and sometimes even forgets that there are living people around him.

"The Talisman Master is the real master of this world. The Taoism is rising higher and higher. Dynasties have changed for thousands of years. Only the Talisman Master remains unchanged, like an iron embankment, restricting the shape and direction of the river. What is a Taoist priest? Not quite. To put it respectfully, they are prodigal sons who have inherited so much wealth that they regard their wealth as rubbish. Look what they have done. They don’t even care about destroying the world. To put it more respectfully, say that they are statues. It is easier for sentient beings to accept it. Even the best statues are dead. The more delicate they are, the easier they are to be damaged. What are sentient beings? They are soil, growing everything and being trampled under their feet. They can use soil to make statues and utensils. But no one will treat the clay itself as a statue or a tool..."

The young Talisman Master Mao Bupo completed his city patrol mission and stood beside Chief Tang Ao, both as a guard and as a staff officer. When the old Talisman Master sighed, he bent slightly and whispered a few words in his ear.

Tang Ao then raised his head and shouted as if he had just woken up, "General Mu! This is General Mu, whose name I have admired for a long time. Please forgive the ignorance of an old man. He was hit and torn together with the world. Now, There is only a breath of turbidity left... What do you want me to do here?"

This is the residence of the Ancient God Sect. Mu Xingqiu and Luo Xiaoliuer have been here for a while, standing in front of the old chief, listening to him talking to himself.

Mao Bupo said a few more words in the chief's ear.

"Sorry, the old guy was distracted again. He forgot that he was a guest." Tang Ao tried to straighten his body, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no obvious expression on his saggy and wrinkled face, and his eyes were even more like Two pools of murky water, one cannot tell whether they are calm or turbulent.

Tang Ao stared at Mu Xingqiu for a while and said abruptly: "Take it out."

"What?" Mu Xingqiu asked, not intending to be polite.

"A magic weapon of sixth grade or above. The Yunxinghui is not as good as Longbinhui. It is very poor. The old guy is also a greedy and money-keeping person. He would rather be shameless than do a loss-making business. He must first see the magic weapon. , can provide the necessary protection.”

Tang Ao never said "I" when he mentioned himself, but called him "old guy" or "he", which was even more cold and ruthless. There seemed to be no normal human emotions in that skinny body, only a strong feeling remained. possessiveness.

Mu Xingqiu said nothing, and the leader Lu Guizhen beside him hurriedly interjected: "General Mu, as we just agreed, you will provide one hundred magic weapons of sixth grade or above, and Yun Xing will come forward to intercede and resolve the conflict between the ancient god sect and Disputes between Taoist priests..."

"Oh, now that I think about it, I did say it." Mu Xingqiu also pretended to be confused.

Tang Ao turned around and asked Mao Bupo, "Will Yun Xinghui not only provide protection, but also intercede with Taoist priests on behalf of these people?"

Mao Bupo nodded awkwardly, "That's what we talked about before."

Tang Ao scratched his head, a cluster of feathers on his small crown swaying, "The old guy is really confused. He has forgotten what he just said. It is not easy to plead with a Taoist priest. Well... a hundred magical weapons of six grades or above , the boys are really willing to sell the old face of the chief at such a low price..."

Lu Gui was really anxious. The target of the Taoist priests' revenge was the entire Jiangnan Ancient God Cult. Not to mention General Mu and Captain Yao who were causing trouble, even he, the leader who was involved for no reason, was not safe. "Chief Tang, we can't do this anymore." The price has been raised, Yun Xing Hui has always kept his word, and it is for this reason that our Ancient God Religion came to ask for help.”

Tang Ao waved his hand, "Of course you can't raise the price of the negotiated business. It hasn't been concluded yet. The old guy has been sitting here for a long time without looking at a single magic weapon."

Lu Guizhen was also an experienced veteran in the scene. It was really a matter of his life and death, so he would be so rude. He laughed twice and said to Mu Xingqiu quite seriously: "General Mu, everyone in the ancient divine sect can We all depend on you. If you have any treasures, just bring them out. A few will do."

"Long Binhui has at least a hundred warehouses for storing treasures, ten in the imperial capital, five in Fuhai City, and one in Zhuozhou City... Sixth-grade magic weapons are just qualified to be stored in the warehouse. Alas, things are not as good as before. , far worse than that." Tang Ao sighed.

Mu Xingqiu untied the wicker basket from behind and placed it at his feet. He glanced around half a circle. There were many people in the room, including five believers, five talisman masters, and three casual cultivators who came with unknown names. , they were most interested in the Nascent Soul in the basket, and their eyes almost never left.

Mu Xingqiu summoned a bronze mirror and placed it on the lid of the basket.

There were also a few knowledgeable people in the room, and their eyes suddenly lit up. One of them looked closer and said, "This is, this is the Shadowless Mirror, at least the Ninth Grade and One Extreme. There were not many of them when the Taoist tradition was still prosperous. "

Everyone was in awe, but Tang Ao just glanced at it from the corner of his eye, "The shadowless mirror has light on both sides and usually cannot illuminate anything. Only those with powerful magic can use it to illuminate demons, ghosts, and even human hearts. It is considered rare. It’s a treasure, but it seems to have the original owner’s mark on it, so it’s a pity that outsiders can’t use it.”

This was a magic weapon used by Xingshan Grandmaster Zhao Chuye. Mu Xingqiu could write talismans on it, but could not break the mark on it. He waved his sleeves and put away the mirror, "How many sixth-grade magic tools is it worth?"

Tang Ao's eyes widened slightly, "How many? Of course it's one. It's been agreed a long time ago that it's a hundred magic weapons of sixth grade or above, right, Xiaomao?"

"Yes, that's what was said." Mao Bupo said respectfully.

The leader of the sect, Lu Guizhen, smiled at Tang Ao, walked to Mu Xingqiu, and whispered, "Don't make a fuss, just take out everything you have."

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "Business is not done this way. The Yunxing Society is unwilling to make changes. Well, wait until I exchange the Shadowless Mirror for a few sixth-grade magic tools, and then come back to talk."

Lu Guizhen was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. On the other side, Mao Bupo said coldly, "General Mu is good at calculating. I'm afraid you can't find anyone to exchange magic tools with you."

"Yes, but who is willing to do business with someone targeted by a Taoist priest?" Mao Bupo laughed.

"Haha, I don't believe that everyone in the city is so timid." Mu Xingqiu flicked his finger, and a pleated iron ruler appeared on the lid of the basket. As soon as everyone recognized it, he flicked his finger again and replaced it with a Flowing Fire Golden Bell. There were a total of thirteen magic tools, all of which were Zhao Chuye's things, and each one was above the ninth grade.

The exclamations in the room continued, especially the three casual cultivators, who unknowingly walked to the basket and stared at it with their eyes almost straight.

"These, these are all real?"

"One for a hundred, whoever can produce a hundred magical instruments above the sixth grade, I will let him pick and check them at will."

The three casual cultivators looked at each other, two of them hurried away, and only one stayed, with an impatient look on his face, "Let me see those treasures again."

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, his eyes only fixed on Tang Ao, thinking that this "old guy" was very special.

Tang Ao was drowsy, Mao Bupo was a little annoyed, "Bei Xianren, are you going to destroy the Yunxing Society?"

The casual cultivators are all famous, and Bei Xianren is no exception. He is a middle-aged man in his forties with a slightly dark complexion. No matter how greedy his eyes are or how excited his voice is, his face hardly moves, even when he laughs, "Hehe, Master Mao Fu, what are you talking about? I wouldn't dare to do it even if I had ten guts. I saw that the Yunxing Society didn't seem to be very interested in these treasures, so I got involved to help you two families reach a negotiation earlier."

Mao Bupo's eyes became colder, But he did not argue with the casual cultivators. He bent down and said a few words to Tang Ao, then stood up and said, "You guys can talk. Yunxing will resign."

"Ah? Didn't these people resign?" Tang Ao stood up with difficulty and walked out with the help of two talisman masters. "Don't bother me next time. The deal was not concluded, and you still have to 'resign' in disgrace. Isn't Huangfu City owned by Yunxing Society? Why... Oh, it was the old guy who made the rules. He is really old and confused. How could he make such a rule that restricts his own hands and feet?"

Tang Ao walked out naggingly, and Lu Guizhen personally saw him off and kept apologizing.

The talisman masters had all left, and the casual cultivator Bei Xianren pointed to the wicker basket, "How much do you sell this thing?"

"Not for sale." Mu Xingqiu said bluntly.

Bei Xianren put one hand on the basket cover, approached Mu Xingqiu, and said fiercely: "The Taoist priest came for him. Even if the Yunxing Society is willing to make peace for you, the Yuanying in the basket must be handed over to the Taoist priest. The Yuanying is the root of the trouble. The Ancient God Sect can't protect it. Why not use it in exchange for some benefits?"

Mu Xingqiu turned and asked Lu Guizhen who had just come in, "Does the Yuanying have to be handed over?"

Lu Guizhen smiled awkwardly, "General Mu, you don't think that the Yunxing Society can persuade the Taoist priest to give up the Yuanying? This is for sure, and there is also Captain Yao, he is the culprit and must be handed over, but you are fine, and the Ancient God Sect is fine too."

Luo Xiaoliuer jumped up, "What? Why should Captain Yao be handed over?"

Lu Guizhen's face turned cold, "You are so insolent, it's not your turn to speak, get out!"

Luo Xiaoliuer's face flushed, glanced at General Mu, and left in anger.

Mu Xingqiu pulled the wicker basket back to his side, pondered for a moment, and said: "Peace is the most precious thing in everything. If we can really make peace, the things in the basket can be handed over, but Captain Yao cannot. He is a member of the Ancient God Cult. If we can't protect him, the people in the cult will be disheartened. Once people's hearts are scattered, the way of the weak will not be of much use."

"Since General Mu insists... I will go talk to the talisman master again." Lu Guizhen agreed with an embarrassed look on his face.

Bei Xianren stepped forward and stopped Lu Guizhen who was about to leave the house, "Don't hang yourself on a tree. It's not like the Yunxing Society is the only one that can intercede for the Ancient God Cult."

Lu Guizhen looked at Bei Xianren, "You have been involved in the negotiations these two days, and it seems that you have never said which famous Taoist priest you know."

Bei Xianren snorted, "General Mu is very secretive, and we are not the kind of people who show off. Give me the Nascent Soul and the thirteen treasures, and I can arrange for you to have a drink with the Taoist priests."

Lu Guizhen seemed to believe it, but Mu Xingqiu just smiled. This was exactly the purpose of showing off his wealth. The more people involved, the better. He wanted to see how many Taoist priests behind the talisman masters and casual cultivators were interested in the Nascent Soul.

"Well, if Fuhuang City doesn't welcome us to do business here, then let's choose another place. The highest mountain outside the city is good. I will hold a treasure appraisal meeting there tomorrow morning. Whoever has real skills can show it to us. If we can really make a deal, we may not need the help of the talisman master."

Bei Xianren didn't care, but Lu Guizhen's face changed drastically, "General Mu, we can't do that. If we leave Fuhuang City at this time, wouldn't that be suicide?"

"It's better to die than to wait for death." Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but think, what would he do in this situation in the past?