Chapter 2175: Open the door

At night, it shrouded the earth.
In a bustling city with bright lights, there is a narrow alleyway covered with bluestone slabs.
The laneway is narrow and shady, the old and three-story buildings on both sides are quaint and old, and the old-fashioned shops' wooden doors that have long been indistinguishable from color after wind and rain, and the moss between the slate cracks are all exuding mottled years.
During the day, the shops on both sides were quite lively during normal business hours.
But at night, the whole lane was the only vermilion paint door with a plaque, and a pair of white gas-fired lanterns hung in front of the door, which added a little more gloom to the already humid and narrow lane.
Step on!
In this ghost place where the club couldn't hit people, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.
One was wearing a peaked cap, a face mask, and a magic mirror in the middle of the night. He couldn't see his original appearance at the alley. After a little hesitation, he looked around and walked slowly to the only one. The wind walked.
Standing in front of the shop door, the figure gathered the dim light of the dying wind lantern, and examined it carefully. On the plaque, there were two extremely faint bronzing characters, "Pawn Shop", and two extremely inconspicuous. The word "Kaitai" was suddenly relieved.
But the figure did not immediately knock on the door, and carefully searched the walls on both sides of the shop's facade for a long time. When he saw a weird sign like a graffiti on a child's pen, he determined that this was the goal of his trip. Knocked on the wooden door where most of the paint had fallen.
Tuk Tuk ... Tuk Tuk ... Tuk Tuk ... Tuk Tuk ... Tuk Tuk ... Tuk Tuk ...
The knock sounded disorganized, but in fact it was very regular. Two short and three long, knocking three times in a row, the figure stopped and waited quietly.
I don't know how long, there is no movement in the door, but the figure doesn't have any impatient look, standing quietly in front of the door like a sculpture, as if someone in the shop is sure to open the door sooner or later.
"Zizi!"
The seemingly old-fashioned wooden door suddenly opened without any warning, and separated to the sides like an electric door, exposing a passage through which only one person could pass.
The door was dark, and no fingers were seen, and no one had welcomed him, but the figure seemed to have stepped in unsurprisingly.
The figure entered the door and stood still, and the wooden door behind them quietly closed again, making the dark room even darker and scarier.
"Whoever comes to the door opens the door for me, why?"
A hoarse and old voice came from all directions.
"The younger Yao Wanggu Sun Yaozu met the seniors who opened the door and asked for something."
Although the figure can't be seen, the figure is still full of courtesy, and bows down respectfully.
"Since the grandson of the old man can find here, he should know the rules of my door."
The voice of the old voice was indifferent, and he said hurriedly that he did not show any joy because Sun Yaozu was the deceased.
"Since the juniors came here, they naturally knew the rules, please look over the seniors."
Sun Yaozu took a wooden box out of his arms, bowed to sixty degrees, lowered his head, held his hands flush with his eyebrows, a very respectful way.
He was still curious about how to take things away when the predecessor who opened the door didn't show up, but only felt light in his hands, and the wooden box was missing.
Volley Photo?
Sun Yaozu was shocked. I thought that Grandpa's powerful description of opening the door before was just an exaggeration, and he was quite disdainful. This time I came here only with a try mentality. Two "actually has the ability to take pictures in the air, then the appraiser, the accountant, the treasurer behind him
And how powerful is the presence of the insiders?
You know, the volley photo can only be achieved after the martial arts soul has been condensed, which means that the "Little Two" who has never appeared in front of him is at least also a strong Shenwu realm. The depth of the door is profound It is conceivable.
This made him have to put away all the hearts of his sister-in-law, and his attitude became more and more respectful. He pulled his head and did not dare to lift his head.
The gate of birth belongs to one of the eight gates of Qimen: Open, Hugh, Birth, Injury, Du, Jing, Death, and Shock.
Although Yaowang Valley is the origin of the eight gates, it belongs to Qimen's logistics support department. It has no habit of comparison with the other seven gates in terms of force.
But because of this, even if Qimen is divided and the eight gates are not the same, they stand on top of each other. The other seven gates are in the same position. Only the Valley of Medicine Wanggu has always been neutral and maintains a fairly decent relationship with each gate.
In other words, these seven strange gates owe Yao Wanggu's favor. After all, people are floating in the rivers and lakes. How can they not be attacked? Everyone can ask for Yao Wanggu. Therefore, Yaowang Gu is in Qiqi. The doorkeeper's eyes were still a little shameless.
But this face is not absolute. The three doors of opening, closing, and giving birth belong to the Sanjimen, and they are relatively close. Generally speaking, as long as the requirements are not very difficult, opening and closing the two doors will basically give face.
Du and Jing'ermen belong to Zhongping, but they play an important role in Qimen, which is equivalent to the role of a reconciliation agent. Therefore, Wanggu three-point thin noodles are usually administered.
But the three gates of injury, death, and shock may not be necessary. These three gates belong to the fierce gate. The gates are violent and moody. If you are happy, you may give Wang Gu face. If you are not happy, it is normal to kill people directly.
But even the most closely-opened door has its own rules. If he doesn't follow the rules, he will never give face even if his grandfather comes in person.
The door is gold, and only recognizes money but not people. Of course, this money is not ordinary money, but some rare and precious natural treasures or wonders. If you want to open the door to work or buy some urgently needed treasure, you must take out Open the door and think that the equivalent of the best material is to exchange it.
"The blood jade Ganoderma lucidum from five hundred years is pretty good, let's say, is it asking for things or asking for treasure?"
Time passed every minute, and when Sun Yaozu maintained a respectful posture and his neck was a little pantothenic, the old voice slowly said, and his tone became slightly milder, which seemed to be fair to the blood jade ganoderma. satisfaction.
"Treasure."
Sun Yaozu got a response, his heart loosened, and immediately answered.
"He Bao?"
The old voice said unflinchingly.
"Jiuhua Sapphire Ding!"
Sun Yaozu's respectful archway.
The scene fell into a deadly silence, and the old voice didn't respond slowly, so that Sun Yaozu's heart suddenly raised.
"not enough."
It took a long time for the old voice to fade. It seemed that after weighing the value, a 500-year-old blood jade ganoderma lucidum was not enough to redeem the nine-flower jadeite.
Sun Yaozu's body twitched and he cursed that the door was too dark. In ancient times, the blood jade ganoderma of five hundred years was not enough to exchange for the nine-flower sapphire tripod.
However, in a modern ecological environment that is getting worse and worse, let alone the 500-year-old blood jade ganoderma lucidum, that is, the century-old wild ganoderma lucidum is valuable and has no market.
What's more, Jiuhua Sapphire Ding was originally an inheritance of Yaowanggu. It was only because of the shortage of migration funds of the ethnic group that it was mortgaged to open the door.
Although the current period has passed, Jiuhua Sapphire Ding already belongs to the door, but there are not many people who can practice alchemy in the world. This alchemy furnace is still left unopened, only in Yaowang Valley or the Holy Doctor. Only in the hands of the gatekeeper can it play its due role, not to violently destroy the heavenly things.
Despite the dissatisfaction in his heart, Sun Yaozu didn't dare to say too much. He was bound to win the nine-flowered jadeite, and immediately held back the pain and took out a wooden box from his arms and gave it with both hands: "Senior, if you add this yuan Where's Dan? "
"Zengyuandan?"
The old voice finally moved, and there was always a touch of urgency and excitement in the unwavering tone. The old skills were re-implemented, and the wooden box in the hands of Sun Yaozu was missing again.
Sun Yaozu's lips showed a smug look of pride, and he knew that this kind of elixir that can increase power has an irresistible appeal to these old guys.
This made him a little secretly regretful, but the blood jade Ganoderma lucidum was the main medicine capable of refining the heavenly medicine, but unfortunately, the medicine king valley has not yet been able to refining the heavenly medicine. Otherwise, he Killing will not be willing to use blood jade ganoderma in exchange for Jiuhua Sapphire Ding.
"Earth-level substandard products, although they can only increase their skills for three years, they are considered good ..."
The old voice was slightly dissatisfied with the quality of the elixir, and he couldn't help groaning, and seemed to weigh the pros and cons.
Sun Yaozu's self-confident heart was raised again, and he cursed this old thing was really greedy. The lower-grade medicine was also the first-grade medicine, which was the highest level of medicine he could currently refine.
But if you have Jiuhua Sapphire Ding, it will be different. Not only can you greatly increase the rate of Danxi, the luck is good, you may also be able to refine the prefecture-level Chinese medicine.
After discovering that Ding Ning was a warrior, he was a little bit lost in his heart. Although he thought that Ding Ning would not be able to make prefecture-level elixir even if he could refining alchemy, he was not afraid of 10,000.
He is inevitable for Xue Millie. He must win in this match, and the Jade Flower Jade Ding is his greatest guarantee for victory.
For this reason, even if he took out the 500-year-old blood jade and ganoderma lucidum in Yaowang Valley, which was regarded as the treasure of Zhengu, he would spare no expense.
"Well, although it is slightly inadequate, after all, it is a strange door, so when the medicine king Gu owed me a favor, opened the deal, and closed it."
After the old voice groaned for a long time, he reluctantly agreed to the deal and unilaterally let Yaowanggu owe a personal favor.
Sun Yaozu's hate was tickling, and he finally understood why Grandpa told him the contact information for opening the door, but he told him that he should never deal with them when he had no choice but to open the door. It's a group of shameless adulterers.
Although I hate it in my heart, I dare not show the slightest expression on my face, with a grateful smile and a deep fist in worship: "Thank you for your success."
Until he got out of the shady alleyway and got on a taxi, Sun Yaozu was still secretly hurting, but when he saw the Jiuhua Sapphire Ding held in his arms, his heart became hot, throwing away all the troubles and unhappiness Behind my head.
Jiuhua Sapphire Ding, the ancestor Alchemist's alchemy furnace, returned to the Valley of Medicine King after a lapse of 50 years. Most importantly, with Jiuhua Sapphire Ding, he had absolute confidence to defeat Ding Ning, and eventually won The beauty is back.
In fact, although Xue Mi Li is extremely beautiful, her identity is more attractive to him. As long as he can marry Xue Mi Li, he is the son-in-law of the Rothschild family. With such a heavy identity, he can Become a superior, respected and respected everywhere you go, step by step to the pinnacle of life.
Although he is the most talented disciple in the young generation of Yaowanggu and the heir to the future owner of the valley, but he has no intention at all. It's not just like staying in a valley full of medicinal herbs and slowly growing old like a farmer.
It ’s nice to call it a hermit, and it ’s not good to hear it, especially a farmer. The only difference is that the farmer grows crops and he grows herbs.
Waking up the power of the world, lying on the knees of the beauty, that is the life he is pursuing.