Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Chapter 220

Yan country.

Southeast, Baiyunping.

It is located in the third of the four sects, at the junction of Huifenggu, Danlongmen, and Xulizong.

Baiyunping is fertile and wild, and there are many cities for mortals.

this day.

It was evening.

Outside the largest city on Baiyunping, "Lingbi City", the sky was full of clouds and clouds, and shadows quietly fell from the sky.

Either fairy-like, or hidden evil light, male or female, old or young.

They concealed their aura and scattered around a boundary marker with the word 'Shanli' written on it.

Most of them are alone in the shadow of mountains and trees.

Occasionally, a few people seem to know each other and whisper in low voices, but it is difficult for outsiders to hear them.

After a while, there were fewer and fewer figures falling from midair.

Gradually, some people began to get impatient:

"Why hasn't this 'Singing Clothes Fair' started yet?"

This resentful remark immediately attracted the approval of some people.

"That's right, we came all the way here. We're not wasting time here. Where's the estimated singing at the Clothes Club? Didn't we say it would start on the eve of the moon? Why haven't we seen anyone yet?"

"Such laziness and lack of punctuality, if it were in Wei State, he would have been beheaded by Da Chu's Jindan Daoist!"

A well-proportioned and tall gray-clothed monk who concealed his aura spoke with a sinister tone.

His words immediately attracted the attention of some people.

A gray-headed old man with a fuzzy face bowed his hands politely to the grey-clothed friar:

"Could it be that your lord has returned from the hometown of Wei State? Dare I ask how the situation there is? I heard that the battle between Great Chu and Wanshen Kingdom has been quite fierce recently."

"polite."

The grey-clothed monk heard the words and said with a smile:

"However, the news of fellow daoists is a little behind. Before I left the front line of the Wei Kingdom, Da Chu and the Wanshen Kingdom fought in the old capital of the Wei Kingdom. Zhan beheaded and killed eight fourth-tier grand elders of Wanshen Kingdom, hundreds of third-tier envoys, and countless others, Wanshen Kingdom retreated tens of thousands of miles overnight, and most of them have now withdrawn from the old Wei Kingdom."

This astonishing news immediately shocked everyone.

After being shocked, everyone couldn't help talking immediately.

"This... the kingdom of the gods has been defeated!?"

"It's been almost ten years since the stalemate with Da Chuchao?"

"The main reason is that Da Qi also participated."

"That's right, I'm afraid the Wanshen Kingdom didn't expect Da Qi to intervene. After all, it has never attacked Da Qi before."

"Hehe, this statement is wrong. Da Qi is not a fool. Wei State is the land of the Four Wars. It is not only the northern gateway of Da Chu, but also adjacent to Da Qi. Ten years ago, Ten Thousand Gods made great strides and took Wei Guo in one fell swoop. Not only I am afraid that Da Qi will also be restless if he wants the Great Chu Dynasty to be unanimous, but the fruit of today has been planted ten years ago."

In the shadows, a discerning person couldn't help shaking his head to tell the truth.

Hearing these words, the grey-clothed monk who spoke earlier couldn't help applauding and said:
"Extremely, extremely! Although this fellow daoist is not in the game, he has seen it thoroughly. He didn't ask for the title of fellow daoist... Uh, if it's inconvenient to disclose it, it's okay."

But he suddenly remembered that this is the 'Singing Clothes Club', people who come here will inevitably be targeted by people with ulterior motives, they are all hiding their faces and breaths, lest they be known.

However, the person who spoke just now walked out of the shadows slowly, and a spell was also cast on his face, making it difficult for people to peek.

Dressed in a Taoist robe in Tsing Yi, he raised his hands and cupped his fists, and saluted the monks around him:

"I'm Zhao Wei, I'm in a hurry to estimate the singing for this 'Clothes Singing Fair', so please forgive me."

"It's finally here!"

"It's okay, it's only a moment away!"

"Zhao Daoyou, why didn't Wen Daoyou come this time?"

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Wen has something to do, and it is expected that he will not be able to make it in time, so I ask the next generation to estimate the song. You can rest assured that Fellow Daoist Wen has raised a lot of good things this time, which should satisfy you all."

Zhao Wei said politely when he heard the words.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's start, we are all waiting!"

Someone couldn't help but said loudly.

Zhao Wei couldn't see any anger when he heard the words, he raised his hand, took out an object from his sleeve, and threw it at the boundary marker.

Soon, streams of light quietly appeared on the boundary marker.

Faintly above the boundary marker, a portal was condensed.

Zhao Wei stepped in first.

A regular customer followed without hesitation.

And some monks who were not very familiar with Zhao Wei hesitated a little, and followed them one by one.

Until the end, several invisible monks looked at each other, nodded slightly, and quickly disappeared into the portal.

After a while, the door quietly closed.

Only the black boundary marker engraved with "Shanli" was left standing alone in a barren hill.

……

"The name of this pill is 'Juegu Shengxian Bushi Pill'. It is a kind of Bigu pill. It is made of pine fruit and chrysanthemum as the main materials, and it is made of pine resin. There is no need to worry about it. Qi is complete, and it is still usable.”

"The base price is estimated to be 20 yuan for a bottle of low-grade spirit stones, and the price will be increased by at least one piece each time."

In the brightly lit hall.

Zhao Weili stood on the stage and introduced clearly.

A lifelike puppet was holding a bottle of elixir and showing it to the monks below.

The white crystal bottle is shining brightly under the bright light of the surrounding lights.

In the main hall, the quotations of the monks sounded immediately.

"22 yuan!"

"23 yuan!"

Every time an offer was made, Zhao Wei on the stage sang the price once.

This is the 'estimation and singing'.

"..."

After a while, the elixir was taken by a tall and strong monk with 25 low-grade spirit stones.

Even a puppet quietly walked to the crowd below and handed the porcelain bottle to the tall and strong monk.

The estimation and singing on the stage continued, and all kinds of rare magic instruments, talismans, and elixirs that were rarely seen in the outside world appeared on the stage.

Even puppets, slaves, exercises, etc. are all available.

"This is a cultivator from the 'grandmother lineage' of the Incense and Fire Dao. He is a very rare physique cultivator. He is physically strong and comparable to a monk on the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining. He has been banned from slavery. If you are interested, Available for bids."

"The base price is estimated at 800 yuan for low-grade spirit stones, and the price will increase by at least 50 yuan each time."

Zhao Wei couldn't see any expression on his face, and said slowly.

The monks below looked at the ugly face on the stage, but the strong female nun who was about ten feet tall, with shackles on her hands and feet, suddenly had different expressions.

However, among casual cultivators, there are always people with unique tastes. A cultivator with a thin physique, even the size of a five or six-year-old child, couldn't help but glance at the body of the strong female cultivator greedily:

"If such a strong female cultivator is used to reproduce offspring, it is perfect. I will offer 850 yuan!"

"Heh! What a waste of money, it's a pity not to be a furnace for such a blood-filled physique! I'll pay 900 yuan!"

A blood-clothed monk who couldn't see his face laughed softly.

"Wouldn't it be best for you two to take a photo and let this fellow daoist give birth to offspring first, and then use it as a cauldron for you!"

Beside, a pied monk teased.

He was joking, but he didn't expect that the dwarf monk and the blood-clothed monk actually looked at each other, and the emotion was vaguely visible.

After all, 900 yuan for low-grade spirit stones is indeed not a small sum for casual cultivators like them.

"Fellow Daoist, why not leave a sound transmission talisman, let's add up..."

The two whispered quietly.

However, this female cultivator of the grandmother's line was eventually photographed by another cultivator with an obscure and profound aura who paid 12 yuan for middle-grade spirit stones.

The dwarf cultivator and the blood-clothed cultivator originally planned to make a price together to suppress each other, but after feeling the coercion faintly coming from the other party, they immediately died down.

"Foundation cultivator... can't be provoked!"

The dwarf monk sighed.

In fact, there were quite a few Foundation Establishment cultivators in this singing club.

After all, anyone who can participate in the Clothes Singing Club must be a person with a strong net worth. It is naturally easier for a monk who builds a foundation to accumulate spirit stones than a monk who is in the Qi Refining Realm.

soon.

The clothing singing session came to the final stage.

"Everyone."

Zhao Wei looked around at the monks below. Under the effect of the spell, he couldn't see the slightest expression clearly, but he could still feel his excitement and excitement from his tone:

"Next, it's the highlight of this costume singing session!"

"Refined by Master Shen Fushen himself, with a purity of [-]%, without the slightest impurity——the spirit chicken essence!"

"A total of twenty bottles."

"The potency of spirit chicken essence in each bottle is comparable to ten low-grade second-grade pills!"

"And more importantly, there is no erysipelas at all!"

"The estimated base price is only [-]% more expensive than the general second-tier low-grade pills, but it can save you several years of detoxification..."

"Zhao Zhachang, don't talk too much! Isn't this what everyone is here for? Hurry up!"

The monks below couldn't help urging.

Zhao Wei was not annoyed when he heard this.

I clapped my hands at the moment.

Soon, a puppet walked in holding a porcelain bottle.

The porcelain vase is only the size of a palm, and looks quite simple.

"Everyone, don't look at the small one, there is a 'small Xumi formation' folded inside, which can hide several objects..."

Before Zhao Wei could finish his introduction, he was interrupted:
"Zhao Zhachang, don't introduce yourself, hurry up and estimate the price!"

Seeing this, Zhao Wei could only smile wryly and said:
"Okay, okay, I won't say much about it, it's still the old price, the estimated base price is 30 yuan for a bottle of mid-grade spirit stones, and the price increase can't be less than one piece each time."

As soon as the words were spoken, an offer was made immediately.

"40 yuan!"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator looked around, showing a trace of arrogance.

Of course, it is also because this price is basically everyone's psychological bottom line.

In addition to this bottle, there are more than a dozen bottles, so everyone is not in a hurry.

Therefore, the foundation-building cultivator happily took a bottle of spirit chicken essence into his pocket.

What the monks around did not expect was that in the competition for the second bottle of spirit chicken essence, this monk actually bid again.

And once again stuck at the price of 40 yuan.

Suddenly attracted some people's dissatisfaction.

"41 yuan! Fellow Daoist, one bottle should be enough, don't be too greedy!"

The grey-clothed monk who came back from the front line of Wei State whispered.

Sensing the evil spirit on the opponent's body that was somewhat different from other monks, this foundation-building monk hesitated for a while, and finally chose to give up.

Facing the fight between the monks below, Zhao Wei on the stage saw it, but didn't say anything.

With the sale of the spirit chicken essence, some people finally couldn't hold back, and the price rose slowly.

43, 45, 46...

"Bang!"

"This fellow daoist offered fifty, is there any other higher offer?"

Zhao Wei looked around, and said loudly: "If there is no higher one, I declare that the last bottle of spirit chicken essence in this singing session will belong to this fellow Taoist!"

The monks who didn't get it and were reluctant to spend more sighed.

If I miss this time, I don't know when the mysterious Master Shenfu will make the next batch.

And as the last bottle of Spirit Chicken Essence was handed over to the cultivator, Zhao Wei once again politely saluted:
"Everyone, this clothing singing session is over. I will inform you of the specific opening time of the next one."

"Everyone, please."

Regular customers were not surprised by Zhao Wei's quick and easy ending.

This "Shanli Singing Clothes Club" has such a style, straight to the point, but it is quite in line with everyone's wishes.

It saves a lot of troubles of blindly wandering in the ghost city.

And things are mixed.

The monks came out one after another.

When there was no one else in the hall except Zhao Wei, Zhao Wei nodded slightly, read the formula and pinched his fingers, and opened a storage bag. Soon, puppets came out from the back of the hall, each holding a box Box Lingshi, jump into the storage bag one by one.

The hall was instantly empty.

Seeing this, Zhao Wei put away his storage bag and strode out of the hall.

In a flash before his eyes, he had already appeared in front of the black boundary marker.

The portal also quietly retracted, and finally disappeared.

When Zhao Wei looked around, there were still clouds in the sky when he first entered, but now he looked again, it was actually the moon in the middle of the sky.

There were no more monks around, and it was quiet and deserted.

But Zhao Wei didn't move, and suddenly said:

"Several friends stay here deliberately, are they waiting?"

There was silence all around.

Zhao Wei smiled slightly: "Do you guys think I'm cheating on you?"

The voice fell, and under the big tree not far away, several black-clothed figures quietly appeared.

It was the last few people who entered the singing club before.

Looking at Zhao Wei at this moment, the leading black-clothed monk looked coldly:
"You have good eyesight, and you deserve to be a singer-songwriter."

Several people quickly dispersed, faintly surrounding Zhao Wei.

During the action, the mana breath overflowing made Zhao Wei's heart move even more, and he faintly saw something.

"Two in the middle stage of foundation establishment, three in the early stage of foundation establishment... from the Xuli sect."

However, Zhao Wei didn't seem to panic, and immediately asked:
"I don't know what is the purpose of looking for you?"

"Hehe, it's nothing. I just want to ask you about the whereabouts of Grandmaster Shen Fu."

The black-clothed monk glanced over from the corner of his eye, and saw that the surrounding monks had completely blocked the possibility of Zhao Wei leaving, and they no longer concealed it, and said in a relaxed tone:
"Master Shenfu is excellent in refining spiritual food. We want to cooperate with him, and hope that fellow Daoist Zhao will introduce him."

Zhao Wei's heart trembled when he heard this.

My mind was spinning, and immediately said calmly:

"I don't know what's the matter. It turned out to be this. You might as well leave a sound transmission talisman or a famous thorn. When I go back next time, I will definitely pass it on to Master Shenfu."

Unexpectedly, the monk in black sneered when he heard the words:
"Hehe, Ming people don't speak dark words, fellow Daoist Zhao, you 'Shanli Singing Clothes Club' gained fame through this master Shenfu, are you willing to hand him over to others? Do you really think I will believe your words? ?”

"Everyone is not a fool, so don't waste your time."

"If we stop you today, we won't make things difficult for you. You just need to make an oath and lead us to find Master Shen Fu. Everything after that has nothing to do with you."

"otherwise……"

There was a trace of coldness in the eyes of the monk in black:
"No one cares if one or two monks are missing in Baiyunping, right?"

Zhao Wei narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

But at this time.

A clear voice suddenly sounded from behind the monk in black.

"Others don't care, but I do."

As soon as the voice came, a figure appeared beside Zhao Wei.

He was also dressed in Tsing Yi, but this person did not hide anything, his face was carved like an axe, his eyes were shining, and his figure was slender. The most striking thing was his two arms, which were as long as apes, reaching knee length.

When Zhao Wei saw this person, there was a hint of surprise in his tone:
"Friend Daoist Wen, aren't you too late?"

"Haha, so many spirit stones are here with you, how can I rest assured, no, once the matter over there was resolved, I rushed over without stopping, but luckily I rushed here, otherwise I almost regretted it for the rest of my life!"

The monk in Tsing Yi laughed.

Facing the siege of several monks, he talked and laughed freely, with a demeanor and demeanor, which made people heartbroken.

Seeing the friar in blue, the friar in black suddenly turned ugly.

"It's Wen Yong... let's go!"

With a low shout, he chose to retreat without hesitation.

Seeing the few people retreating, the cultivator in Tsing Yi didn't pursue them. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't realize it, and immediately turned to Zhao Wei, bowed his hands solemnly, and said apologetically:
"Friend Daoist Shen, I surprised you."

Zhao Wei, no, when Shen Fu heard this, his blurred face suddenly became clear, revealing a rather handsome middle-aged face.

He smiled lightly and said, "Hehe, it's just a trivial matter. Fellow Daoists don't have to be so ignorant, not to mention that I also participated in this singing fair, so naturally I have to bear some risks."

Wen Yong, a monk in blue, was still apologetic:
"Fellow Daoist, don't be surprised. These people belong to the Xuli Sect. Although I am not afraid of them, if I touch these people, I am afraid that there will be a lot of trouble in the future."

Shen Fu nodded: "I know, these people must be jealous of the profits of the spirit chicken essence, it seems that we have to change places again."

Wen Yong couldn't help nodding when he heard the words: "Fellow Daoist is right, I'll take care of this matter, and let me estimate the singing for the later singing sessions."

Immediately, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and a smile appeared on his apologetic face:
"There is another happy event to tell fellow daoist. You asked me to find a second-level craftsman before, and there are already plans."

"Oh? Are you serious?"

A rare surprise appeared on Shen Fu's calm face.

"Of course I don't dare to deceive fellow Taoists. I have already found out that a second-level craftsman came back from the front line of the Wei Kingdom. He just happened to pass by us a few days ago. When the time comes, we can spend some spirit stones, and we must be able to ask him to help him refine Daoism." Of course, we will discuss the specific situation later.”

Wen Yong said seriously.

"good good good good!"

Shen Fu was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Then I will thank the fellow Taoist first."

The two chatted for a while, and soon agreed on a time to meet again.

Wen Yong wants to send Shen Fu back, but Shen Fu politely refuses.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wen, I have my own means of protecting myself."

Seeing this, Wen Yong had no choice but to take the initiative to leave, and before leaving, he kept a portion of the spirit stone that Shen Fu deserved.

A total of 1000 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones.

"This... is too much for me?"

Shen Fu couldn't help but said.

"Not many, this time it's all estimated songs by fellow daoists, and the finale is mainly the spirit chicken essence made by fellow daoists, plus the scare by the monks of the Xuli sect, these are what fellow daoists deserve."

Wen Yong was extremely forthright.

Shen Fu heard the words, no longer hesitated, nodded and accepted.

Only then did Wen Yong leave.

Shen Fu immediately scanned the surrounding area with his spiritual sense, and after confirming that there was no one there, he took out a talisman with intricate and mysterious patterns from his sleeve, and rubbed it lightly.

Talismans burn quickly.

Wait until the talismans are burned.

A ray of light from the teleportation array quickly surged from Shen Fu's body.

Soon, he disappeared in place.

When Shen Fu reappeared, he was already in a house with a faint scent of grass and trees.

There is only one bed in the room, and a huge water mirror on the floor.

Shen Fu walked to the water mirror.

The power of Yin God dissipated.

In the water mirror, an ordinary face was reflected.

"It's really not easy to earn some Lingshi."

Looking at his own face, Wang Ba couldn't help shaking his head.

　Sorry, I'm very busy today, and because this is a new volume, I've been thinking about how to cut into it for a long time... so there is only one update today
　　Then everyone should have noticed that the Singing Clothes Club is a common auction. Well, because the name of the auction is very unsuitable in the world of cultivating immortals, I checked it out. In fact, there were similar auctions in ancient times. , but it started in the temple, that is, after the old monk passed away, the clothes left by the old monk were given to other monks. Some of them were shared equally.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)