Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 194 Visiting the Black Market

Several large inns were full, and the three of An Qingli went to find a medium-sized inn.

A medium-sized inn also didn't have many vacant rooms, so Ji Yanjin booked all the remaining dozen rooms in one go.

With the auction approaching, the cost of staying in hotels has risen, not to mention that Ji Yanjin booked [-] rooms as soon as he made a move, and he booked for a month in a row.

An Qingli secretly said "rich", it is worthy of being the number one family in the southern cultivation world.

The innkeeper also laughed and said, and immediately credited two thousand high-grade spirit stones.All these large and small inns in the city have not opened for ten years, and they have been open for ten years.

The inn clerk came up to welcome them, and was extraordinarily attentive to Ji Yanjin and the three of them.

An Qingli bowed her hands to Ji Yanjin, and wanted to leave to find another place to live.

"Together." Ji Yanjin transmitted the voice with his spiritual sense, put away the room number plate handed over by the shopkeeper with both hands, and walked out of the inn with An Qingli.

"Uncle Ji still needs to book a room?" An Qingli raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Ji Yanjin nodded with a smile, but the black veil covered his smile: "This once-in-a-hundred-year event, many of my family members are impromptu. If you want to come to join in the excitement, you need to book a dozen or so rooms."

An Qingli could only praise her wealth and wealth, and on a whim, she had to book about [-] rooms, and they couldn't be empty in advance.And according to the meaning of those words, those were not impulsive, and they booked rooms in those big hotels early on.

No wonder those big inns looked empty, but they all had full signs outside the store.

Going to a nearby inn, An Qingli took out the spirit stones and booked a room for a month. Ji Yanjin was extravagant again, and booked all the remaining twelve rooms in one go.

An Qingli understood very well that the one or two extra rooms were called being prepared.

Ji Xiaopeng was silent all the way, still thinking about alchemy, he can only refine middle-grade pills now, if he wants to surpass his master and become a second-grade alchemist at the age of seventeen, he has to hurry up and work hard.

In the room, Ji Yanjin took off the veil on Xiaohua's head, and asked with a smile: "Your Uncle An and I are going to the black market, will you go?"

Xiaohua chattered alchemy and was working hard, shaking his head.

"Then stay in the room by yourself and don't run around." Ji Yanjin warned again, "There is a restriction on the door of the room, as long as you don't run around, you will be fine. I will come back with you, Uncle An, before dark."

Xiaohua nodded, a little impatient with Ji Yanjin nagging in front of him, disturbing his alchemy.

Ji Yanjin couldn't help smiling, and the sound transmission said to An Qingli: "It's rare that this kid has changed his temper. Seeing his current state, his parents are afraid that they will be too shocked to speak."

An Qingli put the veiled hat on her head again, and walked out the door, smiling and said: "Whoever has a will, there is a way, let him go, if he is not sure, he will become the future master of alchemy. "

Ji Yanjin walked out of the room with An Qingli, watched the ban in front of the door open, and then smiled and said: "Thanks to my nephew, this kid is still far behind in understanding. If he has difficulties in alchemy in the future, I also hope that my nephew will give me more pointers."

An Qingli smiled and said: "With his master here, I can't do it for him."

Ji Yanjin and An Qingli walked out of the inn, couldn't hold back a smile and said: "The kid secretly told me, nephew, you taught me carefully, better than his brothers and sisters, including his master." He said that if you go to teach the disciples of the Spiritual Medicine Peak to make alchemy, it would be great, and you can teach more talented disciples, and save their disciples from the Spiritual Medicine Peak, who will always be criticized by the elders every day."

The smile on An Qingli's face widened: "Earlier, I tried my best to teach a few elders of the same clan who were not successful. The detailed and careful attention to everything was also a skill that was forced out."

Ji Yanjin's tone was also relaxed: "No wonder, no wonder, it turns out that the teaching experience summed up after going through a lot of hardships, I admire it."

As if expressing feelings, Ji Yanjin said with a smile: "Teaching apprentices is indeed not easy. Some elders themselves are very powerful, but they don't know how to teach others. For example, a respected elder in Qianfufeng taught his daughter how to draw talismans. I didn't draw a few talismans, but I fainted out of anger."

An Qingli also laughed, she knew about this, the elder was brought to the elixir peak to ask for medicine, Master Chu took the pulse himself, and after that, he specially made several batches of pills for the elder to clear the heart and relieve dryness.

There were people coming and going on the street, while An Qingli and Ji Yanjin chatted and looked at the goods on the roadside stalls.

On a stall, there was a piece of rotten wood, a piece of broken stone, and an ordinary-looking bowl.

An Qingli stopped in her tracks. She had read a lot of books and travel notes. According to the records in the books, the more dilapidated the stall, the easier it was to sell good products.

Of course, there are many who have the same thoughts as her.

Someone also stopped, squatted down, and watched carefully in front of the stall.

An Qingli shook her head almost invisibly. With Xiao Jintan's ability to know grass, she naturally recognized that it was an extremely ordinary poplar tree, but the wood was bent like a snake and had been soaked in special dye for many years. The surface has been eaten by moths again, and it looks so different under the unrecognizable appearance.

"What kind of wood is this?" The squatting cultivator asked while holding the red wood.

"I don't know." The monk who sells goods has a calm face and a calm voice, "I got it from a secret realm, and I want to use this wood to exchange for an infant congealing pill, or three thousand high-grade spirit stones."

The monk who squatted down stretched out a pair of well-maintained hands, carefully stroked the wood several times, handed over a storage bag of high-grade spirit stones, and bought the wood.

"How can a monk be so stupid?" Xiao Jintan sighed, there are still people who are fooled by this old trick.

An Qingli replied calmly: "Young master of the rich family, you can't tell the difference between leeks and garlic sprouts, and it's also hard to tell the difference between poplar and pagoda trees. Just spend money and buy something you like."

The rich man took the piece of rotten wood and left.

An Qingli stood in front of the stall, and Xiao Lingxi was opening her eyes to help her identify.

However, Lingximu is good at seeing through illusions, but in terms of appreciating treasures, it is far inferior to Bingpomu.

Xiao Lingxi said: "Qingli, I don't see anything special."

An Qingli raised her foot to leave, but the boss stopped her and said via voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist, you might as well squat down and look carefully, these stones and bowls were obtained from a secret place, so you can't tell their grades." treasure."

"May I ask what secret realm it is?" An Qingli stood up and asked.

The stall owner said: "Wuchao Secret Realm."

Wuchao Secret Realm?

An Qingli raised her eyebrows, that was the place where the original owner was buried.The original owner was bitten to death by Ye Zhilan's contract beast in the secret territory of Wuchao.

"What does Wuchao Secret Realm look like?" An Qingli asked again.

"Why did Fellow Daoist go there?" The stall owner's eyes flickered, but there was a curtain to cover it, so no one else could see it.

An Qingli was noncommittal, pointing to Ji Yanjin beside him: "My friend has been there."

The stall owner coughed, stopped talking, and stopped looking at An Qingli.

(End of this chapter)