Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 45 The first huge sum of money

On the other side of the river from the mortal area, there is a free trading market along the river. Hu Qing has seen people here bring things brought back by their own monks to sell there, and he also knows that the monks wandering by the river are actually bottom-level people. Those who are down and out, or the robes on their bodies are old and faded, many people are depressed and can only find a sense of superiority in front of ordinary people.

However, no matter how down-and-out a monk is, he is better than ordinary people.

It's only a low-grade spirit stone, Hu Qing can only go there, and Shui Xin follows.

Fortunately, no matter how stingy a monk was, he didn't want to lower his status to bargain with ordinary people, so Hu Qing found an empty basket and put it in a basket. After a while, someone stopped to look through it, and a low-grade spirit stone was sold.

Touching that piece of spirit stone, Hu Qingle blossomed, and finally, earned the first piece of spirit stone with his own ability.Uh, she didn't steal it, she just helped Nong Huage make some grass.

There is also a small incense burner, Hu Qing is a little worried that people will see the way out.

Shui Xin: "It's just an ordinary incense burner, not a magic weapon. There should be female cultivators interested in it."

Hu Qing: "Do you think people who come here will have spare money to buy useless things?"

Shui Xin: "How do I know, I've never sold anything."

Hu Qing: The son of a wicked rich family.

This area is full of grass and flowers, Hu Qing changed the place, and the small stalls looked like they had just been unearthed. Hearing the enthusiastic yelling from the stall owner next to him, they were either found in the secret realm or found in the Da Neng cave. It is a fetish that has opened the world.

The more false the more you can blow.

Among the dazzling array of stalls, Hu Qing placed a lonely and pitiful small incense burner.

No one looked at it for a long time.

Hu lightly sighed, shopping has to be picked to be fun, as long as there are more things she puts, people can take a look at them.

The stall owner next to him couldn't stand it, this person simply lowered the overall image of their vendors.

Ask her: "Hey, how do you sell this?"

Yo, is this going to be acquired?
Hu Qing hesitated and made a comparison of three.

The stall owner stared: "Just this thing needs three spirit stones? Why don't you go grab it?"

Hu Qing: Isn't it impossible to grab it?

"Give me a piece of Lingshi, and I'll sell it to you. You should hurry home and take care of your child."

Hu Qing ignored him.

The stall owner glared at her, just as a customer came over and hurriedly greeted her.

Hu Qing sat there silently, as quiet as air.

Shui Xin couldn't help it: "You shout too."

Hu Qing: "I'm a mortal, and I won't believe anything I yell at."

Shui Xin pointed to Xin Liao and said that the broken tiles in his hand were the stall owner inherited from ancient times: "Others will believe what he said? You have to attract people to come."

Hu Qing covered his mouth: "Show your face, I can auction it for a sky-high price."

"That's true." Shui Xin smiled complacently: "In the future, when I recover, we will sell goods together."

Hu Qing: "It's killing people and getting more goods."

The stall owner next to him finished a deal, and when he turned around, he saw Hu Qing and the lonely little incense burner in front of her, feeling bad.

"Hey, I bought it."

Pop, pop, three low-grade spirit stones were thrown over.

Hu Qing was taken aback, picked up the spirit stone, and sent the small incense burner over with both hands.

The stall owner snorted and threw it directly onto his stall, opening his mouth: "Come and see, come and see, the small incense burner used by the famous plum blossom fairy."

The corner of Hu Qing's mouth twitched, and he left silently.

Shui Xin looked at the vendor and abducted her: "He can sell ten spirit stones."

Hu Qing glanced at him strangely: "Do you think I'm grateful to him? I was also a businessman, and businessmen are most jealous of being unprofitable. Before he spoke to me, he secretly looked at the incense burner several times, and he obviously fell in love with it. I When he gestured three times, his eyes were very proud."

Shui Xin: "Did you see it?" Suddenly: "No wonder you don't sell it, you know the stall owner will buy it."

Hu Qing: "I still have experience in life. I have no business and are eager to sell."

Shui Xin: "You are not greedy."

Hu lightly shrugged: "I can't afford to be greedy, he is a monk."

It's not bad if you can buy her normally, but if you change your heart, can you resist if you just rob her?Can you resist?

Shui Xin was thoughtful.

Now that he had a huge sum of four low-grade spirit stones in his pocket, Hu Qing relaxed, and even suggested to take a walk around Nonghua Pavilion in the mood.

"He's dead, go and listen to gossip."

Shui Xin followed her amusedly, but unfortunately, there was no news from Nong Hua Pavilion.

Shui Xin: "This kind of thing often happens. Places like Nonghua Pavilion not only receive customers, but also sell people. No one cares about the life or death of the sold ones. In the situation last night, the woman should have been bought, and the customer It’s actually common for cultivators to die when something goes wrong in their cultivation, they go mad and explode, no one will be surprised, they’re just cleaning up the place.”

Added a sentence: "Anyway, the things left by people after death belong to them automatically, and they don't lose money."

This sentence made Hu Qing sad: "Last night, you should have put on that man's storage ring before leaving."

Shui Xin said to her: "It's not a joke that the monk exploded. It's not that I ran fast. Now the two of us followed him and died together."

Hu Qing: "So scary?"

Shui Xin: "Otherwise I would run so fast."

Hu Qing: "Aren't you afraid that the guards of Nonghua Pavilion will block you? The woman of Lu Ningxiang will arrest you?"

"Ahem, there is also that reason."

Hu crossed the river lightly and took him to the iron shop.

Shui Xin looked at Hu Qing who was walking ahead, wondering why she didn't ask a word about how he killed that man.

A blacksmith's shop in the realm of comprehension, of course, would not be the same as a blacksmith's shop in the mortal world.The walls of the smithy here are full of weapons such as swords, pots, shovels, and hoes. They are small commodities made from leftover materials, and they are piled up in the corner, so they are naturally not expensive.

Hu Qing passed by before, looking at the things inside, she was greedy, among other things, she really wanted to buy a small dagger for self-defense, but unfortunately, she couldn't afford it.Because the owner of this shop is a monk, the iron they produced contains aura, so the reason why it is opened in the mortal area is naturally not so high, but the price is not affordable for them mortals.

The boss has an apprentice, a big boy who looks simple and clumsy, Hu Qing has heard gossip, it is said that this apprentice was picked by the boss.

To set up a simple barbecue grill, Hu Qing was too embarrassed to find the boss, so he looked for the little apprentice.

The little apprentice was not familiar with other things, and he made all the things that the boss didn't like to beat. Hu Qing told him the size and shape in detail, and the little apprentice immediately said that he could play, and he would come out immediately.

This is too fast.

Through the thick curtain that does not block the line of sight, Hu Qing saw him clamp a piece of iron with long iron tongs and put it into the fire. After a while, he took out the iron, which was already red, and put it on the iron pier to forge it a few times. Just spread out.

"That's too fast," she marveled.

Shui Xin glanced at it but was disgusted: "It's just ordinary iron, and this fire is also very low-quality. If it is my smelting furnace, ordinary iron will be thrown into molten iron in an instant."

Hu Qing turned to look at him: "So exaggerated?"

Shui Xin: "The quality is different. If it is the refined iron used by monks, the fire will burn for a long time."

Hu Qing: Treasures in the Realm of Comprehension.

(End of this chapter)