Some people lose their memories, while others live in their memories. The chief of Yunxing Society is a very old talisman master named Tang Ao. He always talks about the good days of the past, and sometimes even forgets that there are living people around him.

"The talisman master is the real master of this world. The Taoist dynasty is getting higher and higher. The dynasty changes for thousands of years. Only the talisman master remains unchanged, like an iron-cast embankment, limiting the shape and direction of the river. What are the Taoist priests? They are prodigal sons, inheriting too much wealth, so they regard wealth as dirt. Look at what they have done, and they are absent-minded in destroying the world. What is the emperor? Respectfully, they are statues, making it easier for sentient beings with naked eyes to accept. No matter how good the statue is, it will die. The more refined the more easily, the easier it is to damage. What are sentient beings? They are soil, grow everything, and are trampled by everything. They can use soil to create statues and tools, but no one will treat the soil itself as a statue of the gods..."

The young talisman master Mao Bupo completed the city patrol mission and stood beside the chief Tang Ao, both as a guard and a staff officer. While the old talisman master was sighing, he bent over and put it in his ear and whispered a few words.

Tang Ao then raised his head and said as if he had just woken up, "General Mu! This is General Mu, who has long been famous. Please forgive an old man's stupidity. He suffered a blow with this world and was broken, and now there is only a breath of turbid air left... What's wrong with you?"

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

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

"Sorry, the old guy is distracted again. He forgot that he is the guest." Tang Ao tried hard to stand up, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not squeeze out a clear expression on his loose and wrinkled face. His eyes were like two pools of muddy water, making it impossible to see whether they were calm or surging.

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

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

"The magic weapon of the sixth grade or above. Yunyinghui is not as poor as the Longbinhui. He is very poor. The old man is a greedy and wealth-keeping person. He would rather not be shameless than do business at a loss. He must first see the magic weapon to provide the necessary protection."

When Tang Ao mentioned himself, he never said "me". Instead, he called him "old guy" or "he", which seemed even more ruthless. The thin body seemed to have no normal emotions, and only a strong desire to possessiveness was left.

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything, and the head of the sect next to him, Guizhen hurriedly said, "General Mu, I just agreed that you will provide one hundred magic weapons with a sixth grade or above. Yunxing will come forward to plead and resolve the dispute between the ancient gods and Taoists..."

"Oh, I remember this, I did say it." Mu Xingqiu also pretended to be confused.

Tang Ao turned his head and asked Mao Bupo, "Will Yunxing not only provide protection, but also ask the Taoist priests for these people?"

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

Tang Ao scratched his head, and a cluster of feathers on his crown shaking, "The old guy is really confused. I forgot what he just said. It's not easy to plead with the Taoist priest. Well... One hundred magic weapons with a sixth grade or above, the boys are really willing to sell the chief's old face at a low price..."

The road is really anxious. The Taoist priests seek revenge are the entire Jiangnan Ancient God Cult. General Mu and Yao Zhengwei, who caused trouble, were not even safe, even the leader of the sect who was involved in for no reason. "Chief Tang, you can't raise the price anymore. Yunxing will always believe in it. It is because of this reason that our ancient God Cult came to ask for help."

Tang Ao waved his hand, "Of course the deal that was negotiated cannot be raised. It's not that the negotiation has not been completed yet. The old guy sat here for a long time and didn't look at a magic weapon."

Lu Guizhen is also an old fried dough stick who has struggled in the scene. It really concerns his life and death, so he is so out of control. He laughed dryly and said to Mu Xingqiu seriously: "General Mu. Everyone in the ancient gods' religion depends on you. Take out the treasures if you have them. It's okay to have a few."

"There are at least one hundred warehouses where Longbin can store treasures, ten in the imperial capital, five in the Fuhai City, and one in Zhuozhou City... The sixth-grade magic weapon has just been qualified to enter the warehouse. Alas, it is not as good as before, and it is far inferior to that in the past." Tang Ao sighed.

Mu Xingqiu took off the willow basket behind him and placed it at his feet. His eyes swept around. There were many people in the room, including five believers, five talisman masters, and three casual cultivators. They were most interested in the Nascent Soul in the basket and had almost never left their eyes.

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

There were also a few people who knew the goods in the room, and their eyes suddenly lit up. One of them looked closer and for a while, "This is, this is a shadowless mirror, at least the ninth grade and the Taoist throne was still prosperous, but there were not many pieces."

Everyone was in awe of respect, but Tang Ao just glanced at the afterglow, "The shadowless mirror is bright on both sides, and it can't usually reflect anything. Only those with powerful magic power can use it to reflect demons, ghosts and even people's hearts to fluctuate. It can be regarded as a rare treasure, but it seems that there is the mark of the original owner on it, which cannot be used by outsiders, but it is a pity."

This is a magic weapon used by the Grandmaster of Xingshan Zhao Chuye. Mu Xingqiu could write talismans on it, but he could not break the marks in it. He waved his sleeves and put away the mirror. "How many sixth-grade magic weapons are there?"

Tang Ao opened his eyes slightly widened, "How many items? Of course they are one. It has been agreed that they are 100 magic weapons with a total of sixth grade or above, right, Xiaomao?"

"That's right, that's it." Mao Bupo said respectfully.

Guizhen smiled at Tang Ao, walked to Mu Xingqiu and whispered: "Don't have some details, just take them out if you have them."

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "This is not what business is done. Yunxing will not want to adapt. That's fine. I will exchange the shadowless mirror for a few sixth-grade magic weapons and come back to discuss it."

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

"Fu Huangcheng is one of the few safe places in the world. Is no one doing business?"

"Yes, yes, but who would like to do business with the people targeted by Taoist priests?" Mao Bupo laughed.

"Haha, I don't believe that everyone in the city is so timid." Mu Xingqiu's finger popped out, and there was an extra pleated iron ruler on the basket. As soon as everyone recognized it, he snapped his finger and replaced it with the golden bell of the fire. There were thirteen magic weapons in front, back and forth, all of which were Zhao Chuye's things, each with nine grades or more.

There were constant surprises in the room, especially the three casual cultivators, who walked to the basket without realizing it, staring at them almost straight.

"This, are these true?"

"If you exchange one for a hundred, who can take out a hundred pieces of magic weapons with a grade of six or above, I will let him choose and check it casually."

The three casual cultivators looked at each other, and two of them left quickly. Only one person was left, with an impatient look on their faces, "Let me see those treasures again."

Mu Xingqiu shook his head and stared at Tang Ao, thinking that this "old guy" was very special.

Tang Ao was drowsy, Mao Bupo was a little angry, "Xianren Bei, are you going to smash the Yunxinghui place?"

The name of the casual cultivator is great, and Bei Xianren is no exception. He is a middle-aged man in his forties. His face is a little dark, no matter how greedy his eyes are, his voice is so exciting that he almost doesn't move his face. Even when he smiles, "Hehe, what does Master Mao Fu say? I don't dare to give me ten courage. I don't think I'm very interested in these treasures because I see Yun Xing, so I got involved in it to let you two families reach negotiations earlier."

Mao Bupo's eyes became colder, but he did not argue with the casual cultivator. He bent down and said a few words to Tang Ao, and stood up and said, "You talk, Yunxing will take his leave."

"Ah? Aren't these people taking a leave?" Tang Ao stood up with difficulty and was helped by two talisman masters. "Don't work on me next time. If the deal has not been settled, I will still 'resign' in shame. Isn't Huang Fucheng Yunxing? Why... Oh. It's the rules set by the old guy. He is really confused. How could he formulate such rules that restrict his own hands and feet?"

Tang Ao walked out in a nagging manner, and Lu Guizhen personally saw him off and apologized constantly.

The talisman master was gone. The casual cultivator Bei Xianren pointed to a willow basket, "How to sell this thing?"

"Not selling." Mu Xingqiu said simply.

Xianren Bei pressed his hand on the basket cover. He approached Mu Xingqiu and said fiercely: "The Taoist priest came for him. Even if Yun Xing is willing to make peace for you, the Nascent Soul in the basket must be handed over to the Taoist priest. The Nascent Soul is the root of disaster. The Ancient God Cult cannot be protected. Why don't he exchange it for some benefits?"

Mu Xingqiu turned around and asked Lu Guizhen who had just come in, "Does the Nascent Soul have to hand over?"

Lu Guizhen smiled awkwardly, "General Mu, don't you think Yunxing can convince the Taoist priest to give up the Nascent Soul, right? This is for sure. There is also Yao Ziwei, who is the culprit and has to hand it over, but you are fine, and the Ancient God Cult is fine."

Luo Xiaoliuer jumped up, "What? Why should I hand over Captain Yao?"

Lu Guizhen's face turned cold, "It's not your turn to talk, go out!"

Luo Xiaoliuer's face turned red, she glanced at General Mu and left with anger.

Mu Xingqiu pulled the willow basket back to his side, pondered for a moment, and said, "Mutuality is the most important thing in everything. If you can really make peace, you can hand over the things in the basket, but Yao Xiaowei cannot. He is a member of the ancient gods. If he cannot protect him, the people in the church will feel heartbroken. Once the people's hearts disperse, the way of the weak will be of little use."

"Since General Mu insists... I'll talk to Master Talisman again." Lu Guizhen agreed with embarrassment.

Xianren Bei walked forward and blocked the way out of the house and returned to the truth. "Don't hang yourself on a tree, it's not just the cloud shape that can talk to the ancient gods."

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

Xianren Bei snorted, "General Mu is not hidden, we are not the kind of ostentatious people. Give me the Nascent Soul and the Thirteen Treasures. I can arrange for you to drink and have fun with the Taoist priests."

The road is like a trust but not a trust. Mu Xingqiu just smiled. This is exactly the purpose of his wealth. The more people involved, the better. He wants to see how many Taoist priests are interested in the Nascent Soul behind the talisman master and the casual cultivator.

"It's good. Fuhuangcheng doesn't welcome us to do business here, so choose another place. The highest mountain outside the city is good. I'll hold a treasure appraisal meeting there tomorrow morning. Whoever has the real ability shows up and see if it can be done, maybe there is no need for the help of the talisman master."

Immortal Bei doesn’t care, but Lu Guizhen’s face changed drastically, “General Mu, you can’t do it. Now it’s time to leave Fu Huangcheng. Wouldn’t that be the death?”

"Sending death is better than waiting for death." Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but wonder what he would do in this situation before?
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