Chapter 22

"What's the beauty of this place?" The monsoon smoke touched her chin. Her master had passed away for a long time. She was the first time to ask for a dream to fight with him. Although they didn't quarrel with each other, this time, the monsoon smoke vaguely felt that there was no reason why the voice wouldn't come.

Linghe and others just went to sleep. After a night's cleaning, the huge yard finally looks a little bit like a poor one, but it can live in a good or bad way.

Monsoon smoke in the yard around, taking advantage of the rising sun, she decisively slipped out.

She wanted to see what was special about the place.

Although Jicheng is small, its people are simple. It's early in the morning, but the streets are already full of people. Large and small stalls have been laid on both sides of the street, and shops with different colors have opened.

There is no lack of food, clothing and transportation. Monsoon smoke has been around the city for a while. I have probably learned about it. Compared with the twenty-fourth century, the world is more ancient, but it's not like the ancient time in the memory of monsoon smoke. There is no Ru skirt, long gown, sharp sword, broad sword, and something more westernized, such as long spear, short sword and silver sword Armor And the stick which is almost called "magic staff" with firewood sticks

Monsoon smoke saw a circle, the interest gradually faded down, just when she was going to find a place to fill her stomach first, but suddenly saw a shop outside the gathering of a full crowd, dark, looks very eye-catching.

Monsoon smoke with the idea of watching the bustling past.

It's a large shop. It's just different from other shops. The goods in this shop are not clothes, but A piece of dirty broken stone!

The stones are big and small, big enough to be the size of a square table, and small like quail eggs.

A pile of seemingly inconspicuous stones, stacked together, formed a "small hill" in the shop.

Some of the stones were placed on exquisite shelves, which looked very strange.

The people around the shop were noisy. They almost didn't fight for the stones. Some people in ragged clothes entered from the other side of the shop. Behind each of them was a basket full of stones. When the people with the baskets walked into the shop, the little brother in the shop immediately went to meet the noisy crowd One by one, they stare at the stones in the basket.

It's like It's just pieces of gold!

"What are you doing, uncle?" Monsoon smoke with the advantage of petite body, crowded to the front of the crowd, looking at the roaring big man, smilingly asked.

The big man's eyes have been sweeping the stone in the shop. When he heard the inquiry of monsoon smoke, he immediately felt puzzled. Looking down, he found that it was a small spot that only reached his chest. "Little devil, this place is not your place. Go "

the big man waved impatiently.

"Monsoon smoke but good natured son way:" here why can't I come

The big man frowned and looked at a pair of monsoon smoke like a curious baby. He only said: "you are not from this city, little devil?"

"Uncle has good eyesight!" The monsoon smoke nods.

"No wonder you don't know." The big man shaved his lips.