I live forever in the realm of comprehension

Chapter 136 Ten Thousand Spirit Stones

"Ten Thousand Flowers Immortal Workshop?"

"Why does this name look a little bit wrong?"

After finding the location of the nearest Wanhua Xianfang, a thought flashed in He Song's mind.

But then he shook his head and put aside the thoughts in his heart.

I went to sell the stolen goods.

Not looking for flowers.

Whether it is called Wanhua Xianfang, or what kind of Xianfang.

It didn't prevent him from selling Lingmi at all, plus selling stolen goods.

Finally, he turned his head and glanced at the valley that had been completely covered by the formation. He Song's figure rose into the sky, and quickly galloped towards the location of Wanhua Xianfang.

soon.

Only one day later, He Song's figure appeared at the entrance of Wanhua Xianfang.

At this time, He Song was already covered in black robes, and the Qi Containing Breath was running all the time, to suppress all his breath.

Dressed up like this, instantly set off He Song's whole person with incomparable mystery.

However, from time to time there will be people dressed like this passing by around, and He Song's outfit like this is not too eye-catching.

Looking around, He Song paused slightly.

Wanhua Xianfang.

It is named after a kind of spirit flower planted in Xianfang.

Different from other fairy workshops, the surrounding area of ​​Wanhua Xianfang does not grow spiritual rice.

Instead, they are delicate and charming spiritual flowers.

Some of these spirit flowers are used to make aromatherapy, some are used to put in spirit wine, some are used for monks to bathe, and some
All in all, the spirit flower is worth a lot.

He Song now enters Wanhua Xianfang.

In an instant, I smelled a strong fragrance.

At this time, it is the season when a hundred flowers bloom. He Song looked at it and felt that he and the whole Wanhua Fairy were in a sea of ​​flowers.

Blossoming spiritual flowers competed in the flower field, bringing an extremely strong visual impact.

However, He Song only paused when he saw this, and then looked at the map that was placed at the entrance and belonged to Wanhua Xianfang.

On the map, the various areas of Wanhua Xianfang and the location of the elixir pavilion that He Song is going to are marked.

Wanhua Xianfang.

There is also a elixir pavilion.

Although all the spiritual flowers are planted here, monks need spiritual rice for daily life to increase their cultivation.

In the Spirit Medicine Pavilion of Wanhua Xianfang, in addition to buying and selling spirit flowers, it also sells spirit rice.

Glanced at the map.

After writing down the various areas of Wanhua Xianfang, He Song strode into Wanhua Xianfang.

This time.

He Song's cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training, and his mood when he sells the Lingmi and sells the stolen goods is quite different from before.

Back then.

When He Song first shot Lingmi, he was always cautious, for fear that he would be targeted.

Now that his cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training, although he is still cautious, his heart is much calmer than before.

At least, under the condition that one's own strength is guaranteed, one will no longer be afraid of those petty people.

Even if you can't beat it.

You can still run.

With such a mentality, He Song looked more confident.

Even the steps under his feet became a little lighter.

This is the benefit of its own strength.

Wanhua Xianfang.

The Elixir Pavilion.

In your living room.

He Song took a sip of the spiritual tea, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This place is worthy of Wanhua Xianfang, even the spiritual tea in your living room has a strong fragrance of flowers, which makes people have endless aftertastes.

"Fellow Daoist Han, may the spirit tea from my Wanhua Xianfang enter into the eyes of fellow Daoist?"

Beside He Song, a rich young man with frowned eyebrows, seeing He Song's satisfied expression, immediately asked.

This person's name is Fang He, and he is the deacon of the Lingyao Pavilion in Wanhua Xianfang. He Song was received by him this time.

Facing He Song and other monks in the late stage of Qi training, even the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion would not dare to neglect him at all.

When He Song first stepped into the elixir pavilion, the spiritual pressure of a monk in the late stage of Qi training alarmed him instantly.

Immediately, He Song was welcomed directly into the noble living room.

Moreover, he, the deacon of the elixir pavilion, personally received him.

"That's right, such spirit tea, even compared to Bixian spirit tea, has a different flavor, good tea, good tea."

Putting down the teacup, He Song casually complimented him.

Immediately, he waved his hand lightly.

Immediately, a small cargo storage bag appeared on the table in front of He Song.

He Song didn't come here to drink tea.

But to sell Lingmi.

Just take a sip of tea and give the host a face.

The most important thing is to sell Lingmi.

"This is."

Seeing this, Fang He glanced at it, and after obtaining He Song's consent, he picked up the small cargo storage bag on the table.

Immediately afterwards, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"With 11 catties of Lingmi, fellow Daoist Han came from the Foundation Establishment family?"

When He Song came here, when he introduced his name, he still used the name Han Feiyu.

As for the real name, it will definitely not be revealed.

Moreover, since the name Han Feiyu had already appeared once, it would also have the effect of confusing sight if it appeared again this time.

Therefore, when Fang He opened his mouth, he also called He Song Fellow Daoist Han.

Facing Fang He's question, He Song smiled and said nothing.

He just looked at Fang He quietly and didn't speak.

It wasn't until a moment later that Fang He's brow was sweating with those straight eyes, and he felt uneasy, so He Song withdrew his gaze.

"Fang Daoyou, how many spirit stones can these spirit rice be sold for?"

Without answering Fang He's inquiry, He Song directly asked about the price.

According to He Song's estimate.

Generally speaking, [-]% of the profit will be taken when selling Lingmi in Xianfang Lingyao Pavilion.

If the 11 catties of spiritual rice given by him were sold at the market price, he could get 1000 yuan of spiritual stones.

But if another [-]% of the profits were drawn.

The price at which the 11 catties of spiritual rice can be sold becomes 900 yuan of spiritual stones.

Such a commission made He Song feel a little pain in his heart.

But in order to get rid of these Lingmi quickly, He Song had to sell them.

no way.

He really didn't want to fight wits with casual cultivators for these spirit stones, and he didn't want to be targeted for these spirit stones.

trouble.

Too much trouble.

Therefore, losing some profits and directly selling these Lingmi to the Lingyao Pavilion at one time became what He Song needed to do.

"11 catties of spiritual rice, after deducting 900% of the profit, is [-] yuan of spiritual stones."

Seeing that He Song didn't answer his own thoughts, Fang He's face turned awkward, but then he rolled his eyes and quickly offered another price.

"Of course, the spiritual rice of Fellow Daoist Han is all high-quality spiritual rice, full of grains and full of spiritual energy. I can give out 1 yuan of spiritual stones, and I will accept all these spiritual rice."

"I just hope that if you have a chance next time, Fellow Daoist, come to my Wanhua Xianfang Spirit Medicine Pavilion to talk about it."

While talking, Fang He was all smiles, as if he was really looking forward to He Song's coming again.

Seeing this situation, He Song glanced over Fang He's body and hands, and after finding nothing unusual, he nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)