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alking,” Zhang Muzi was carefully observing the two Taoist nuns. How could he be interested in answering her questions?

alking,” Zhang Muzi was carefully observing the two Taoist nuns. How could he be interested in answering her questions?
“If it’s expensive, there’s nothing you can do about it,” the Taoist cultivator covered her mouth and chuckled, “That’s the price, isn’t it, Xinxin?”
Zhao Xinxin nodded blankly, her eyes wandering, not knowing what she was thinking.
“Oh, then I really didn’t bring enough money this time.” Li Yongsheng hesitated, took out more than a thousand taels of gold, put it on the carriage, and said awkwardly, “I only have enough to exchange for six taels. It seems that I will have to pay for it next time.” Be more prepared.”
He hesitated again and put away most of the gold, leaving only fifty taels. “Why don’t you buy five taels first? You won’t laugh at me for being so stingy, right?” The
cultivating nun suddenly perked up. Startled, she stared at his waist, “That storage bag of yours, I’ll give you a hundred taels of spirit grain in exchange for it!”
How much is the storage bag worth? This is really countless. Anyway, it has a price but no market. As a high-level cultivator of Zhang Muzi and a registered disciple of the Lord of the Third Palace, I can be proud of having a small storage bag, but think about how rare it is.
But one thing is certain, the smallest storage bag, two feet square, is not worth a hundred thousand taels of gold no matter how you calculate it.
/In fact, most people don’t have the guts to carry a storage bag with them. If someone robs it, not to mention what is inside, just this storage bag, it will be a rarity.
Li Yongsheng took out so much gold, he must have used a storage bag, and he also deliberately exposed it to the other party.
The nun who made the cultivator also had a good eye and saw it at a glance. She told her that the storage bag was much harder than gold. She had always dreamed of owning a storage bag.
Storage bags! Kong Shujie looked up at the sky speechlessly – what kind of freak am I, a cultivator?
“Storage bag, but it cannot be traded,” Li Yongsheng shook his head hesitantly and glanced at Zhao Xinxin intentionally or unintentionally.
“Xinxin,” the cultivator nun poked her with her elbow, “The aristocratic family has a storage bag.”
Zhao Xinxin glanced at it, a light flashed in her eyes, but she returned to her calm look, “It’s impossible for me to trade. Here you go, it’s all in vain.”
“Little guy,” the cultivating nun looked at Li Yongsheng with a smile, “Do you want to trade with Xinxin?”
“This” Li Yongsheng’s face turned red and he hesitated for a long time before shaking his head. Shaking her head, “It seems that this fellow Taoist doesn’t care much about the storage bag, and it’s hard for me to deal with my family.”
Of course she doesn’t care! The cultivator rolled her eyelids helplessly: She is the daughter of the King of England, and she has a storage bag!
But I care.
Just when she was struggling, Zhao Xinxin suddenly said, “Sister, it’s time to go to the next house.”
The cultivator felt regretful, but she couldn’t go on an