"Guest, please come in." A guy saw Xu Xing from a distance and quickly greeted Xu Xing in, served a cup of tea, and smiled and said, "Do you want to be a pawn or a redeem?"

Xu Xing was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "Pawn."

After saying that, he looked at the opposite side. As if it were legendary, the counter of the pawnshop was more than one person tall. An old shopkeeper wearing glasses sat inside. At this moment, a pair of shrewd eyes came over.

Xu Xing did not get up either, rolled up his sleeves and took off the green frost ring.

This treasure was obtained by him killing Huan Ji that day. The immortal stones and spiritual materials inside had long been used to set up the formation, leaving only a few items of changing clothes and some gold and silver on weekdays, and nothing else.

Because these ordinary things cannot be put into the Purple Mansion.

After the green frost ring was removed, the coldness was faint, the blue mist was misty, and the jade was moistened with smoke. From a distance, you could tell that it was not an ordinary thing. The shopkeeper was clearly aware of the goods, and his pupils shrank.

"I'm not used to talking to people with my face up, so I'll ask the old gentleman to come out and talk." Xu Xing looked calm, picked up the teacup, took a sip, without any sensation.

"Young master, I am polite here." A cheerful laughter sounded, and the old shopkeeper with a few strands of goatee under his jaw had already walked out, squinted his eyes and looked at Xu Xing. Seeing that his person's temperament was calm, he became three points first, and then he saw that the blue shirt was dark red, and he was a little confused.

Xu Xing nodded and said, "Old sir, please see what this object is like."

"Young Master, don't be busy for now." The old shopkeeper smiled, his demeanor was calm, and bowed and asked, "What do you call me if you haven't asked me yet?"

"I'm in the next chapter of Xu." Xu Xingdao.

"Young Master Xu, please," the old shopkeeper walked to the chair beside him and sat down. Then he picked up the green frost ring and looked at it for a long time. There was a hint of shock in his old turbid eyes. He asked, "This thing is extraordinary, I wonder where the young master got it?"

Xu Xing frowned and said, "This thing is something I wear with my close body. Why? The shopkeeper suspected that the origin is unknown?"

But I was thinking in my heart, afraid that I would not have encountered that kind of thing... would I have to fall down and even falsely accused me of the stolen goods?

If you really meet it, you can't help but sneer in your heart, and you can't say that you don't have to be a thing.

"Don't dare." The old shopkeeper waved his hand, smiled gently, and said, "Since he is a close friend of the young master, how much is the price?"

Xu Xing said with a faint expression: "One thousand taels."

When the old shopkeeper heard this, he had a hint of undetectable surprise in his eyes, but he showed deep thoughts on his face, twisting his beard under his jaw and asked, "Do you be dead or alive?"

"This thing is my close friend, so I will redeem it." Xu Xing chuckled, "The old man has extraordinary eyesight. You should know that this thing is not small. It is difficult to make money. How can you give it to others easily?"

How can the treasure used by the True Lord of the Yuanshen be measured by secular money?

When the old shopkeeper heard this, it was a pity that he and the owner of Qingyang Temple had an old age in their early years, so he could see at a glance that this thing was warm and the treasure light was constrained without being emitted.

And... after holding it, although it was the coldest winter, it was still cold. It was probably a magic weapon!

I thought I would collect this treasure for my boss, or sell it to a practitioner... Also, can I see the boy's conversation and behavior?

But then he shook his head secretly. He had a close relationship with the owner of Qingyang Temple and had the honor of seeing him performing magic. How could he look like the young man in front of him like this down-and-out appearance?

"How long will it take for the young master?" the old shopkeeper asked with his messy thoughts.

“Three months.”

"This... is so short?" the old shopkeeper said in surprise.

"No?" Xu Xing asked with a frown.

"It's not impossible, but the interest rate is probably much higher." The old shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said, "After the March redemption period, the young master must pay the principal and interest of this shop 1,200 taels."

Xu Xing frowned and said, "Yes."

"Then I will write it to the young master as a ticket." The old shopkeeper turned around and walked to a table with a yellow rosewood, picked up the pen and wrote it as a ticket, took the ink and a brush, and smiled and said, "Young Master, wait for a moment, I will enter and get the silver note."

Xu Xing nodded. He never worried that this old shopkeeper would not abide by the rules in the future. Instead, he should worry that this old shopkeeper... was engaged in business with the True Lord of the Yuanshen.

Besides, the Qingshuang ring has long been refined by him. As long as the divine thoughts move in the future, of course, he will not hold his own supernatural powers and bully mortals.

After the old shopkeeper received the silver notes, Xu Xing also pressed his handprint and signed the name, and used the tickets in duplicate, and paid both the money and goods.

Xu Xing put the silver notes into his sleeve and said casually: "Old sir, Xu said goodbye."

"Young Master, walk slowly." Watching Xu Xing walk out of the threshold, his figure gradually faded away. The old shopkeeper shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that this scholar... doesn't want to die."

"What a pity for Dening?"

Just as the old shopkeeper was filled with emotion, an old laugh suddenly came from behind him. An old man in silk and satin, wearing a man's outfit, walked over with a smile on his face.

"Master, why are you here?" the old shopkeeper turned his head and smiled.

"I have nothing to do, come and take a look. It seems that you have received a good thing?" The old man asked curiously, his eyes turning to the green frost ring above the small table, and he twisted his beard without saying a word.

The old shopkeeper picked up the green frost ring and smiled and said, "Master, how do you think of this thing?"

The old man looked at the green frost ring and commented: "The appearance is not bad, isn't it an antique?"

Wang Yuanwai still trusted the old shopkeeper named Dening. Although he could not see anything surprising, he could still ask with a patience.

"Master, this thing is not an ordinary thing, it is the consecrated Buddha treasure, a spiritual magic weapon." The old shopkeeper said with a smile.

The old shopkeeper mentioned the Buddha treasure is the kind of Buddhist beads, bracelets, etc. that can calm people's minds after wearing it.

Before, the old shopkeeper had collected one, and now the wife of Wang Yuanwai usually wears it, which is very magical.

"Oh?" Wang Yuanwai was indeed interested.

"If you don't believe me, the master will put it on and take a look. He will wear this bracelet and say he has to avoid the cold and heat." The old shopkeeper said and handed it over.

Wang Yuanwai picked up this bracelet and felt extremely warm when he started. Although it was winter, he didn't feel any colder. He said in surprise: "It turns out to be like the string of sandalwood Buddhist beads, so magical."

With a thought, he thought, "This thing may be taken back and put on for Abao."

Since this thought was true, Wang Yuanwai couldn't put it down and smiled and said, "Dening, how long did the guest just said he would be?"

"Three months." The old shopkeeper still looked a pity on his face at this moment.

Wang Junwai thought for a moment and ordered: "Go and let someone see where the young master lives to see if he can talk about it again. I like this very much. I need how much silver you need, so I can talk about it again."

The old shopkeeper shook his head and said, "That young man is determined and can only be moved by words."

"De Ning, how can you know if you don't go and try it?" Wang Yuanwai smiled slightly and said, "I'm going back first and show it to Abao."

The only daughter of King Wu was A Bao, who loved her very much. She excitedly took the new "baby" and went home.

The old shopkeeper opened his mouth and wanted to say that the customer's life needs to be preserved well, but looking at the blazing figure, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

In the backyard, Wang Yuanwai took the treasure with a spring breeze on his face and came all the way to the backyard and asked the maid Yuner, "Where is the lady?"

"Miss is playing the piano in the house." Yun'er walked away with a folded sheet in her hand, thinking, "This matter is full of doubts. Should you tell the wife?"

At that time, the sound of the piano in the garden was lingering, as if there were countless worries.

Xu Xing had not yet learned about Qingshuanghuan, but had already fallen into Abao's hands. At this moment, he found an inn and asked the inn to help buy clothes for changing clothes and prepare for bathing and changing clothes.
Chapter completed!