Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 67 Eaten, and why the monk was there

"Brother! Under the table!"

Zhang Ze bent down and saw that A'li had slipped out at some point and was hiding under the table eating.

When she was discovered, A'li blinked her innocent little eyes and looked at Zhang Ze, with the food in her mouth making a crunching sound.

In its hand was a magic mirror that was only half broken.

"Have some, it's quite crispy." A'li reached out and handed the half-remaining magic mirror to Zhang Ze.

Only half of the Dharma realm remained, with teeth marks all over the edges, and it was completely ruined.

Zhang Ze took the magic mirror and asked, "Junior sister, how much is this thing?"

Chen Qin thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember exactly, maybe 50,000 spirit stones."

Zhang Ze calculated and felt that he couldn't afford the compensation even if he sold himself.

Zhang Ze pulled A'li out from under the table.

"Where's the ring?"

"Here, I haven't eaten yet."

Zhang Ze breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took the ring.

"Where's the Jade Sword?"

"I'm tired."

"Why?" Zhang Ze was puzzled.

"I'm hungry."

"That magic mirror costs at least 50,000 spirit stones! My sister." Zhang Ze squatted on the ground and rubbed his eyebrows. "Do you know what spirit stones are?"

After Zhang Ze finished explaining, A'li looked suspicious.

"Don't lie to me, how can something made of red iron be so expensive?"

"I remember back then, there were plenty of these things available, and they weren't worth much. You humans used to eat from these iron bowls."

"What year did this happen?" Zhang Ze asked.

"I can't remember, but that was when I could still fly."

Chen Qin thought for a moment and spoke.

"The ancient name for Crimson Night Gold is Red Iron."

"It is said that in ancient times, the ore was indeed everywhere, but now most of the veins have been cut off. Now I am offering 20,000 spirit stones per kilogram of raw ore. No bargaining."

"So the past that Ah Li was talking about should be the primitive era."

Chen Qin was knowledgeable and experienced, and his knife skills were accurate and ruthless.

"So this thing is so expensive now, hahahaha," Ali scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I was really hungry just now. I promise not to do this next time. I'll say hello to you before eating anything."

"Do you want there to be a next time?" Zhang Ze took a breath.

If it were to happen a few more times of 50,000, let alone a system, Zhang Ze felt that even if he went to Chen Qin's house to eat gigolo food, he would not be able to support this short dragon.

"I just woke up and am still a little confused."

"I won't eat anything randomly next time."

A'li's memory is also confused, and she can't remember most of the things that happened in the ancient times.

All I can remember is that I could fly, what was delicious, and what was edible.

It was meant to be an apology, but as he spoke, Ali began to recite all kinds of rare treasures as if he was naming dishes.

Zhang Ze listened and found that none of them were cheap.

The most terrifying thing was that while Ali was reciting the mantra, she became hungry again.

"Can we have something cheaper?" Zhang Ze looked at the saliva dripping in front of him, took the handkerchief handed to him by Chen Qin and wiped A'li's mouth.

"It's edible, but I'm greedy."

"Think about it, back then I didn't eat anything except humans, I could eat anything that existed in the world."

"I remember that time when I lay on the Guixu Mountain to drink water and started to eat the sacred mountain."

"What about dragon wood and sword wood? They're just snacks. The most delicious one is the coral sacred tree. It smells so good."

"Those Jinguyan rocks in the northern mountains are also delicious. They're so crunchy and delicious when eaten with water from the Nihai Sea."

The first few things were fine, but I had never even heard of the ones later on, such as the Coral Sacred Tree, the Heavenly Palace Stone, and Zhang Ze of the Nihai.

They are probably innate secret treasures that disappeared in the ancient times.

Listening to A-li's rather outrageous food reviews, Zhang Ze suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, A-Li. Do you remember how you died back then?" A-Li slurped his saliva and scratched his head. "I forgot. I really can't remember this..."

"I have a guess," said Zhang Ze.

"You say." Ali was a little curious.

"I suspect you ate too much and were beaten to death by those innate gods and demons."

"I even suspect that you have to bear some responsibility for the rarity of so many rare treasures nowadays."

Ah Li was silent for a while after hearing this. "It seems that it is possible."

We can talk about compensating for the mirror when we get back. The important thing now is to find Aunt Bird.

Fortunately, the ring is still there, so I won’t lose my guidance.

Zhang Ze just stood up with the half-broken magic mirror in his hand when A Li tugged at his trouser leg again.

"Well, it's spoiled anyway, so just let me eat the other half."

"I told you to hold on, why are you so impatient? Let the senior finish what he has to say."

After comforting Zhang Ze, A Li took two steps back and did a horse stance.

Then he took a deep breath in an empty place and exhaled a purple lightning.

Although the purple lightning was not very powerful, the aura it released was seven points similar to that of Elder Wang.

A Li coughed twice and spat out the purple thunder that was not completely in his mouth.

"Just think of this as my magical power."

"I seem to be able to simulate the abilities of the magical weapon I swallowed."

"But attacks like this are only powerful enough to build a foundation."

"But it's not my fault. After all, I'm connected to your origin. I have the same cultivation level as you do."

"But for the auxiliary ones, I'm not bragging, I think I can simulate them pretty close."

"So you let me eat the other half, and then use me as a mirror."

"If it's of no use, just sell me. I'm definitely worth more than that mirror."

Zhang Ze turned around and looked at his junior sister. After all, this magic mirror belonged to her family.

Moreover, this broken mirror with only half of it left is actually worth a lot of money.

The materials obtained after melting can be used to refine several magical instruments.

Throwing it out is enough to beat those casual cultivators until they are bleeding.

But Chen Qin didn't care. Maybe he was really too rich. It was just a few spirit stones, not as important as curiosity.

"Eat it, it's just a mirror."

After getting permission, A'li took the half broken mirror handed to her by Zhang Ze, swallowed it in two or three mouthfuls, and savored the taste of the magic mirror.

Ari closed her eyes and used the first ability of the magic mirror.

The light shines in all directions.

Ahri's entire dragon lit up, but that was all.

Zhang Ze didn’t know whether it could suppress the evil spirits, but it was definitely enough to serve as a flash bomb at A1.

Ari probably felt it was a bit boring, so he lowered the brightness and prepared to use his second ability.

"What's that?" asked Ali.

"Let's think about Aunt Niao's matter." Zhang Ze thought about it and felt that this was the most important thing at the moment.

A'li did not use her magical powers immediately, but instead stretched out her little hand to Zhang Ze.

"What for?" Zhang Ze asked.

"Fortune-telling, lend me that ring, jade box, and jade disk. How can I tell fortunes without anything related to them?"

"Let me make it clear first, you are not allowed to eat." After saying that, Zhang Ze took those things out of the treasure bag and handed them to A'li.

A'li sat on the ground, scratched his head while looking at the thing in front of him, probably trying to get a feel for it.

After a while, spiritual energy filled the air in front of it, and the overflowing spiritual energy enveloped the ring and the jade box. As the spiritual energy gradually condensed, it turned into a mirror.

The first thing that appeared on the mirror was the scenery of the mountains near Wuyangpo, followed by a dilapidated Taoist temple.

Finally a bald head appeared.

Zhang Ze raised his eyebrows. He recognized this bald man. He was the little monk who had helped him solve his doubts this morning.

"Why is he here?"

(End of this chapter)