Chapter 11 The Journey of Mount Jiuhua

The old man standing in front of Alex was silver-haired, but his face was glowing with health and his skin was smooth without a single wrinkle. If it weren't for his long beard reaching to his chest, he really didn't look like an old man. He was wearing a moon-white Tang suit and black cloth shoes. With his hands clasped together, he said to Alex with a kind expression, "Little brother, I see that you have a spiritual light on your forehead, and you must be an extraordinary person. Do you practice martial arts or any kind of exercise?" 

After listening to his words, Alex raised his eyebrows and looked directly at the other person's eyes. This was the benefit of his cold-sun soul body. Whether he practiced demonic or Taoist magic, the qi emitted was a pale white cold light. However, ordinary people could not see it. The old man in front of him should have learned the art of observing qi. 

His eyes narrowed and he focused on the old man's internal qi. His temples were swollen, and from a martial arts perspective, he was already an expert. However, to a monk, he was just a strong ordinary person. 

"No," Alex replied lightly, not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble. He turned sideways and walked over to the old man, picking up the item of interest from the stall. 

The vendor greeted warmly, "Little brother, you have a good eye. This jade is naturally formed in Jiuhua Mountain and has a superior texture. It is definitely a one-in-a-million good jade. 

This peddler is really lying through his teeth. This black and green stone, which is about the size of a fist, doesn't look like jade at all, and it has many ugly black veins. 

The old man did not leave, but followed behind. Seeing him repeatedly looking at the stone while the vendor was boasting around, he said with a smile, "This is not a jade." 

"I know, but I like it. How much?" Alex looked at the black-green stone and asked the price directly, without caring about the old man's words. 

The hawker thought to himself, here comes a fat sheep, and he's asking for 20,000 yuan. The old man frowned, but didn't say anything. Alex replied lazily, "20 yuan." 

When the old man touched his beard and smiled, the vendor looked sad and said, "This price is really not feasible. Let's be frank. This stone is passed down from my ancestors. I would not sell it for lack of money. The lowest price is 1000 yuan. Otherwise, I will take it home and continue to pass it down." 

Alex didn't think the stone was worth the price, but he didn't have much money. Alas, it seems that he had to find some way to make money. He didn't want to worry about these mundane things for the time being, but without money in the world, it was difficult to move a step. 

The hawker saw that Alex was silent and knew that the deal was hopeless. He reached out to take the black-green stone from Alex's hand, but despite his reluctance, Alex had to let go and return it. 

The old man next to him said, "Since you like it, I'll buy it for you as a friend." 

Before Alex could speak, a voice boomed from nearby, "No need to thank the old man. If he likes it, someone will buy it for him." 

This is Wei Minghai who bought the ticket and just came back. He heard what just said. An old man showing hospitality to a beautiful young man for no reason at all, it is suspicious. 

"Uncle Wei !" 

The old man was a little surprised. The indifferent and unworldly young man, after seeing the handsome man who spoke, looked shy and cute, with twinkling eyes, making the cold white qi of the young man's whole body turn pale and keep flickering up and down, making the young man feel dreamy and unreal. He quickly rubbed his eyes. Could it be that the qi observation technique taught by his master had made a mistake?