Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 298 When others are looking for treasure, he buys it!

Author: Likes to eat cold preserved eggs

Chapter 298 When others are looking for treasure, he buys it!

"I bought it! Ten taels of gold!"

The middle-aged man in a bamboo hat smiled proudly, dropped the gold and put the ten thousand-year-old ginseng into his arms.

Seeing this scene, Zi Ming was immediately displeased, raised his head and glanced sideways at the middle-aged man.

"I saw it first! What do you mean? Believe it or not, I will beat you half to death when you leave this town?"

After saying that, Zi Ming rolled up his sleeves and raised his fists, intending to teach the middle-aged man in the hat a lesson.

The latter also knew that he was in the wrong, smiled, looked down at him and replied.

"Don't bother me! My mother is seriously ill at home, so she just needs this, waiting for me to come home. What do you want me to do?"

"Huh! Really?" Zi Ming snorted coldly, looking at the man's sincere face and doubting.

"It's truer than gold! Who is so naive as to lie to children these days?" the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat said firmly.

Zi Ming rolled his eyes and turned around to leave the vegetable stall. Although the Ten Thousand Years Immortal Ginseng was precious, it was not as good as Zi Jun's flat peach.

He wanted to buy it, but based on the principle of shameful waste, he reluctantly asked for the price.

Seeing him leaving, the man in the bamboo hat whistled and followed him shamelessly with his hands on the back of his head.

As if he thought of something, the middle-aged man would smile from time to time.

"Old man, your clam shell...!" In front of the seafood stall, Zi Ming just pointed to a big clam shell and asked for the price.

But I saw two ingots of gold thrown on the stall, and the blue-grey clam shells disappeared with them.

"Slowness leads to failure, baby, if you like it too much, how about the old man giving it to you to try it out?"

After that, the old man randomly picked up a relatively small clam shell and gave it to Ziming.

After taking the clam shell from the old man, Zi Ming quit! The finger holding the clam shell pointed at the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat and shouted.

"Give it back!"

"If you don't give it, the old man said, if you are slow, there will be nothing. This is your fate."

The middle-aged man in the bamboo hat was a little proud and couldn't help opening the mouth of the clam shell, only to see a dark blue bead lying inside.

——Hey, I’m kidding you! Isn’t this the Dinghai Divine Pearl that the Dragon Clan of the South China Sea has been searching for for thousands of years?

Who is this little guy like? Why are all the treasures sent to him?

After returning to his senses and looking at the angry Zi Ming, the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat clenched his fist to his mouth and coughed, grinning nonsense.

"My mother...!"

"I'm going to fuck your uncle's mother! You want to trick me again! Pay me back! And those ten thousand...!"

Before Ziming finished speaking, the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat hurriedly covered his mouth, raised his index finger and said quietly.

"Stop talking! If you kid still wants to continue hunting for treasure, just shut up! Otherwise, this world will not tolerate you."

After saying that, the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat pointed to the sky, hinting that something was strange here in Ziming.

Not believing him half-heartedly, Zi Ming slapped away the palm covering his mouth, stared at the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat strangely and asked in a low voice.

"What do you mean?"

Thinking that this boy had given him this rare opportunity, the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat took him to an alley and explained.

"There is a divine formation above this place. Even if the ancestor of Xuanxian comes here, he must be his grandson."

Looking up at the blue and white sky, Zi Ming couldn't see anything special.

As if he was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, the middle-aged man in a hat said softly again.

"Aren't you asking for that clam shell? As long as you can take it away, Master Tao will really give it back to you. Do you want to give it a try? Hmm?"

The middle-aged man in a bamboo hat confidently placed the clam shell he bought earlier on the palm of his hand.

"Tch! I don't believe it! This is what you said, don't go back on it later!"

Zi Ming looked up at him, and the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat smiled and nodded in agreement.

After saying that, Zi Ming slowly stretched out his hands, and just as he was about to touch the clam shell, he heard the sound of thunder again!

Boom!

Being sensitive to the calamity, he immediately retracted his hand, swallowed and looked up at the sky.

"Is there really such an evil sect? This thunder won't fall, right?"

"It's okay! This thunderstorm can't kill us monks, why don't you try?"

At this time, the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat was like a street magician, bewitching Zi Ming to snatch the clam shell from his hand.

"Come on, come on! You really didn't lie to me? Is this thunder calamity really indestructible?"

The courage that Ziming had just mustered up suddenly lost some of its strength.

He was afraid! He was really afraid that this thunder tribulation could kill a dragon! After all, he was only at the peak of the tribulation period, and he didn't know whether he could withstand it.

"Hmm...!" The man in the hat nodded in confirmation.

The atmosphere was heightened to this point, and Zi Ming couldn't bear to lose face. He could only stretch out his hands and quickly hugged the clam shell into his arms.

One breath passed! I only heard the thunder but could not see the thunder and lightning!

Three breaths passed! I saw a middle-aged man in a bamboo hat, walking slowly against the wall and away from Zi Ming.

"You...what do you mean?" Zi Ming was frightened by the actions of the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat and muttered in his heart.

"Hehe! It's okay! Just stand there and don't move. There will be a surprise later!"

The middle-aged man in a bamboo hat did not explain, boom! I saw a light blue thunder and lightning falling vertically on Zi Ming!

"I...I...I...you...grandpa!"

thump!

It wasn't until the clam shell in Ziming's arms rolled to the ground that the continuous thunderstorm stopped.

thump!

Zi Ming's fair little face was pitch black, and her short hair was as curled and fluffy as a hair!

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Zi Ming's body twitched uncontrollably a few times and fell unconscious on the ground!

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat walked up to him and sighed.

"Oh~! I came here like this when I was a Taoist master. I was much more embarrassed than you at that time, hehe!"

Putting away the clam shells on the ground, the middle-aged man in a bamboo hat carried Zi Ming on his shoulders and walked out of the alley.

"It's strange that this celestial phenomenon is actually a good omen. Is it possible that the poor Taoist's thoughts will come to fruition now?"

Under the pavilion of the school, wearing a white coat embroidered with ink landscapes,

The handsome gentleman standing on the stairs looked up at the sky and said with a strange expression.

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Kong smiled and leisurely left the private school.

"Time is fate, and I don't know when I will see my old friend again..."

With a murmur, Mr. Kong left the school...

Half an hour!

Outside a courtyard full of green bamboos, Mr. Kong opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

The surrounding decoration is simple. There is a pavilion next to the bamboo house, with a stone table and four stone benches built under the pavilion.

There is a chessboard on the stone table, and on the chessboard is a pair of incomplete chess pieces that have not yet been played.

"Sir, you are back." A childish boy's voice came from the bamboo house.

Crunch!

Opening the bamboo door, I saw a book boy in gray clothes walking towards me, carrying a tea set.

"Have you thought about your next move?"

With his hands behind his back, Mr. Kong walked to the stone table and sat down.

"Sir, your chess skills are superb. The student thought about it for a long time, thought of a move, and asked for your advice."

Putting the tea set next to the chessboard, the little book boy in gray twisted a black chess piece between his index and middle fingers and dropped it on Tian Yuan.

This move seems to be surrounded by white chess, but it also forms a horn with the black chess on the star in the lower right corner!

Not only that! Tianyuan's move can be said to be the most enjoyable position on the entire chessboard!

But if you choose it first-hand, it is not a wise move.

There is a proverb circulating in Go, "Golden horns, silver edges, grass belly." This Tianyuan is the land of grass belly.

"Well, there is progress." Mr. Kong smiled slightly, picked up the piece and dropped it on the chessboard.

(End of chapter)