The sermon begins with the dragon and the horse

Chapter 245 Five Color Stone

Ahead, in a secluded corner, there is a stall with several crystal clear spars, some are yellow, some are red, some are green...

Senma felt a familiar aura and walked towards the booth. He grabbed one of the golden spar, scanned it with five-color eyes, and found that it contained a kind of original power, which was very holy.

"This is the five-color stone, the material to build the five-color altar!" Shen Ma was overjoyed in his heart. If he could collect enough five-color stones, he could repair some damaged altars in the starry sky in the future.

You must know that the five-color spar is the fruit of the five-color ancient tree. Since ancient times, the five-color ancient tree has disappeared, and only some fine crystals are left buried under the ground.

The spar in Shenma's hand was no bigger than a fist, and thousands of such spars were needed to build a small altar, and the five-color stones needed for the altar on Mount Tai and Yinghuo were even more difficult to measure.

"Boss, how do you sell these stones?" Shen Ma asked.

The stall owner was a potbellied middle-aged monk with a mustache and a smile on his face. He raised a finger and waved it in front of Shen Ma's eyes.

"Ten Jin Yuan?" Shen Ma asked.

The stall owner shook his head.

"One hundred catty source?"

The vendor still shook his head.

"Qianjinyuan?"

The stall owner was a little moved, but still shook his head.

"Huh?" A shocking sword intent suddenly burst out from Shen Ma's body, and that kind of coercion pressed on the middle-aged stall owner like an overwhelming river.

The middle-aged stall owner only felt that everything around him slowed down and stood still, and a terrifying aura enveloped him, as if he was carrying an ancient mountain on his back, about to fall.

A feeling of heart palpitations sprouted in his heart, and he secretly complained, this time he encountered a hard stubble, and it turned out to be a peak power.You know, Ziwei now, the king is not out, and the power is rampant in the world, but he is only half a step of power.

He trembled and said: "Senior, please be merciful. What I meant just now is that you can just give it as you see it. I didn't mean to raise the price on purpose."

"Hey!"

As soon as the words were finished, the coercion covering the middle-aged stall owner dissipated immediately. Shen Ma walked over, patted the stall owner on the shoulder, and teased, "That's because the old man misunderstood."

"Don't dare, it's the fault of the younger generation." The middle-aged stall owner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and apologized repeatedly.

"Don't be nervous, the old man will pay for the source stones, but you have to tell me where you dug these crystals from." Shen Ma said in a deep voice.

"Senior, some time ago, this junior passed by an ancient battlefield and accidentally discovered these crystals, so he dug them out and prepared to sell them for a price." The middle-aged stall owner said tremblingly.

"Oh! Then have you found the altar made of these five-color stones?" Shen Ma's words contained a hint of dream power.

"No, no, this junior only dug up dozens of five-color spar, and did not see the altar." The middle-aged stall owner explained truthfully, and took out the five-color spar from the storage bag.

Shen Ma took a closer look and found that most of the original power inside these five-color god stones was relatively sufficient. Presumably they had been buried underground for a long time, and the divine energy inside had not been consumed too much.

"Very good, can you help me collect this kind of stone? Of course, the reward will not be low. What do you think of the ancient scriptures?" Shen Ma asked.

"How dare I, Cao Dade, ask for a reward if I can help senior a little bit?" The middle-aged stall owner bowed his head and said charmingly.

"Your name is Cao Dade?" Shen Ma looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a strange expression, his five colors flashed, and he didn't notice anything unusual.

"Yes, the junior Cao Dade does not change his name when he walks or sits without changing his surname. He is known as the number one good merchant in Jinwu City!" Cao Dade said with a righteous face.

"Bah, you look like a profiteer, you look like some fat guy, even your name is the same." The Black Emperor said contemptuously.

"Senior Black Dog, the eyes of the masses are discerning, please don't doubt my business ethics." Cao Dade dissatisfied.

"My seat, the Black Emperor!" Hei Huang heard the word "black dog", bared his teeth and rushed forward, biting wildly.

"Help me..." Cao Dade called out in shock, and hurriedly ran outside.

Many monks around looked like they were watching a play, and they talked a lot:
"Hey, isn't that Ziwei's number one profiteer, Cao Dade? He can do anything by cheating and abducting. How could he be chased by dogs?"

"If you do too many bad things, you will be punished."

"I bought an ancient weapon from him before. I said it was an ancient king's magical weapon. After I got it, I found that the divine pattern inside had long since disappeared and turned into a piece of scrap iron."

"You're not bad, at least there's still a piece of scrap iron left, how many people have been cheated out of their pants by him."

……

Shen Ma listened to the discussions of the monks around him, his forehead was full of black lines, and he thought: The fat man named De is really extraordinary.

Walking out of the Antique Street, Shen Ma followed the breath left by the little girl, and soon found Ye Fan and his party. They were sitting on the shore of the lake, watching the lanterns in the lake.
The sky is full of fireworks, colorful and colorful.

"Haha, I finally found you! Little girl, Tongtong, are you having fun?" Shen Ma walked over with a smile.

"Horse!"

"Daoist Shen, you are here."

"Haha, look what I brought you." Shen Ma took out a purple conch shell and a green bamboo flute from the bag, and gave them to Xiao Nuan and Ye Tong respectively.

"It's so beautiful, I like it very much." The little girl smiled sweetly, just like the snow lotus on Tianshan Mountain, pure and holy.

"Thank you Daoist Shen." Although Ye Tong was a little restrained, he could see that he was still very happy.

"Why don't you play a song together?" Shen Ma said.

"How do I play it if I still don't understand?" Ye Tong asked nervously, and the little girl beside him also echoed.

"It's okay, I've refined these two musical instruments, and the tunes inside have been fixed, I believe you will like it." Shen Ma said confidently.

The two little guys looked at each other, confused.

"Just brag and watch, don't be nervous." Ye Fan on the side encouraged.

"All right…"

"Woooo..."

"Yin Yin..."

Two different musical instruments harmonize and play a wonderful sound.The music in the conch shell and bamboo flute is the fairy sound that Shen Ma specially intercepted and engraved from Xian Linglong.

Although the two instruments are very ordinary, but with this wonderful sound, in the eyes of those who love music, it is a priceless treasure.

The bursts of fairy music are incomparably magical, as if there is some magical power that makes people's hearts sway and sink into it.The surrounding noises suddenly quieted down, and the active children were also listening quietly.

"it is good!"

"Fantastic!"

"One more song!"

"This song should only exist in the sky, how many times can we hear it in the world?"

"Walking around the beam for three days, it's endless!"

"After this song, there will be no joy in the world!"

A fairy song ended, and cheers erupted from all around.

"Is this really what we played?" Ye Tong was in disbelief.

"Yeah, you guys are amazing! Believe in yourself!"

"Yeye!" The two little guys jumped three feet high with excitement on their faces.

"Ha ha!"

(End of this chapter)