Changsheng: I can sell everything

The swordsman in black standing in the corner by the side door of Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall is naturally Song Ciwan.

She used the technique of transfiguration to change her appearance, completely changed her personality, and then stood aside quietly watching Niu Lao Liu's every move, waiting patiently for the next change in the scene.

Zulong made money to guide her here, and her spiritual sense made her suddenly feel terrified. All this shows that Hongsheng Martial Arts is not simple.

What is the secret in this seemingly ordinary martial arts hall?
Song Ciwan thought about it, but didn't know that at this moment, she was not the only one paying attention to Hongsheng Martial Arts, there were many other monks.

Looking at Jiangshan, the top of the mountain.

The light screen on the top of the mountain has now been divided into several pieces, and the main scene in the light screen has also switched from the floating platform of Illusion City to Pinglan City.

However, the perspective of the light screen is not a simple human perspective.

Through the light screen, the monks on the top of the mountain can not only see the scene in the human world, but also the monks of the Underworld City in the strange space, and all kinds of invisible spirits floating in the nothingness.

The existence of these qis is truly astonishing, because no one has ever seen them with the naked eye before—maybe, but it is undoubtedly not well known to the general public.

Most of the low-level monks, even a large part of the high-level monks, not to mention seeing the existence of these qi with their own eyes, just listening... they have never heard of it.

And even if there are some Shinto monks among them, these Shinto monks have never seen the true appearance of the invisible qi with their own eyes before.

Although they can absorb certain qi to a certain extent by means of various strange methods, or with the help of special magical artifacts, or special channels, this intake is often blind and vague.

Is the feeling of ingesting vaguely the same as seeing the presence of invisible energy on the screen with your own eyes?
On the top of Wangjiang Mountain, under a few light screens suspended high, the monks either looked up and watched quietly, or talked quietly.

Some people's hearts are turbulent, but the surface is calm, and some people are impetuous and agitated on the surface, but their hearts are still and deep.

Naturally, there are also those who are consistent inside and outside, some are real idiots, some are true temperament...

Hundreds of people with various attitudes, thousands of people with thousands of attitudes.

But what no one has ever seen is that when they were emotionally surging because of the invisible air in the light curtain, strands of invisible air were actually swaying and flying above their heads.

Because the viewing angle of the light screen is limited, what they can see through the light screen is only a few scenes displayed by the light screen, so they can see others, but not themselves.

There are currently four sides of the light screen. One side shows Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall, one side shows Mingyuefang Yaofangyuan, one side shows the slums in Nancheng, and the other side shows the largest prison in Pinglan City, the prison. .

In the beginning, everyone's attention was basically placed between Yaofangyuan and the prison, and most of them ignored Hongsheng Martial Arts and Nancheng slums.

Of course, there are also people who will quietly send a message, telling people to rush to the four places displayed on the light screen immediately.

Anyway, no matter what secrets lie behind these light screen scenes, there is nothing wrong with shaking people in advance.

The picture of Hongsheng Martial Arts is the most mediocre. In the Martial arts arena in the lobby of the Martial Arts Hall, martial arts guards and apprentices are mixed together, cheering and drinking, celebrating the New Year.

There are also musicians playing the qin and sheng, and there are dancers dancing.

But these are not uncommon. For Chinese New Year, what's the point of hiring a music and dance troupe?
It wasn't until the banquet was in full swing that Feng Chun, the deputy head of the martial arts gym, suddenly clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Brothers, I recently got a new treasure, Feng. Drinking this thing with wine has the effect of prolonging life. I, Old Feng, cherish it very much, but..."

With a smile on his face, he suddenly cupped his hands to the old curator who was sitting in the high chair and said: "Mr. Feng has always been appreciated and supported by the curator. The curator is old now. How can this prolonging life be exclusive to Feng? Of course it will be dedicated to the owner of the pavilion!"

After the words fell, the sound of music and dancing in the arena seemed to be a little quiet.

On the main seat, the old master of Hongsheng Martial Arts was sitting in a large armchair, one hand was propping on his forehead, the whole body was half curled up, his head was bit by bit, obviously sleepy. Thick!
Feng Chuncai cupped his hands and spoke to him, but he didn't seem to hear or respond.

It wasn't until Feng Chun, who was below, raised his voice suddenly, and said again: "Master, Xiao Feng, I have a treasure here that I want to dedicate to the owner. Would you like to take a look at it?"

The old curator was startled by the sound so that his wrist suddenly twisted, his hand was empty, and his head suddenly fell forward.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground at this moment, a young man who was accompanying him had sharp eyesight and quick hands, stretched out his hand and suddenly supported him like lightning, and he woke up suddenly.

"Ouch!" the old museum owner exclaimed, "I'm getting old, and I won't be able to hold it for another year! What's the matter? I just heard it, who wants to give me a present?"

The young man who was accompanying the old hall owner bent down and said, "Master, it's Uncle Feng. He said that there is a treasure that prolongs life and wants to dedicate it to you."

"Baby?" The old curator opened his dim old eyes and hissed, "Chuncai, I always count you as the most caring person. During the Chinese New Year, shouldn't I, an old guy, give out red envelopes to the children? Just you , You are still thinking about giving a gift to me, an old guy, you are so determined to impress me!"

Feng Chuncai stood below, smiling with shrewd eyes, he bowed his waist slightly and said, "Although the owner of the museum does not consider himself, in my heart, Xiao Feng, the kindness of the owner of the museum is like a half-master. What is it to offer a gift to the master?" ?”

"Master, Xiaofeng, I...so order someone to carry the ceremony up?"

The old owner's back was a little bent, his neck leaned slightly forward, his wrinkled and drooping eyes tried to open, his voice was still hoarse, and he said: "Xiao Feng, it's really a life-long thing, my old arm is so old. The legs are not worth using! I have received your filial piety, please return, return, I will not accept your gift..."

He waved his hand and asked Feng Chuncai to take the gift back.

Feng Chuncai only said: "The owner of the museum must not refuse, please read the etiquette first."

Saying that, he clapped his hands again.

The sound of silk and bamboo that had faded away somehow reappeared, but this music was not as festive and lively as before, but with a gentle melancholy, which made all the noise on the field stop unconsciously up.

Everyone turned their attention to a small car that was slowly pushed towards the east side of the training ground.

I saw a graceful blue vase on the trolley. The blue vase was three feet high. The waist of the vase was slender like the waist of a bee of a beauty. A curved mouth protruded from the bottom of the vase, like a beauty raising her arms. Graceful state.

Everyone watched the blue vase getting closer, and they were suspicious at first.

Look at this vase is beautiful, but no matter how exquisite its craftsmanship is, it is just a vase after all.Why did Feng Chuncai call it a treasure?As for the theory of longevity and longevity, it is even more ridiculous...

Then, the blue vase was pushed out from the shadows in the distance, and it came under the brightest lights in the field.

Its whole picture is also suddenly revealed under the illumination of the lights, and even the details are completely visible.

The people who were still a little disapproving suddenly seemed to be choked by something terrifying, and for a moment, there was a momentary blankness from speech to thought.

They all stared wide-eyed, the narrow eye sockets seemed to be unable to hold the horror in front of them!

What the hell is this?
Regarding the title of the book, I have received all the comments from my friends. Thank you very much for your concern.Relevant issues have been fed back to the editor. Because of the punctuation, the title of the book cannot be changed back to the original. Now I am considering a new title that does not include punctuation or words such as "trafficking" and can reflect the core of the book. .If there is any new progress, we will report to you again, thank you for your support!