Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 37

There was a five-day distance from Cangmang Mountain to Tianguixu, and the four of them spent the next few days in cultivation. Even Liefeng, who loves to talk the most, seemed to be stimulated by the dialect, so he worked hard and continued to practice.

Tiangui Market is located in a valley, and there are no mortal towns within thousands of miles around, and only monks come here. Ordinary people simply cannot go so far into the mountains.There are still hundreds of miles away, and there are many sword lights flashing around, just like Fang Yan and others, these people are monks who go to Tiangui Market to do business, and the entire Tiangui Market is surrounded by a protective formation , This is to protect monsters, and monks only need to inject mana to pass. It is not the first time for Qin Yang and others to come here, and they are very familiar with it, and they entered Tiangui Market with dialect.

After entering Tiangui Market, Fang Yan didn't go to sell spirit grass with Qin Yang and others. First, Fang Yan went shopping on his own to see if he could come across something that repairs the soul. Second, since Fang Yan came to the cultivation market, he also wanted to Take care of your own things. Thirdly, Dialect doesn't want others to know that he has more valuable things. It's not because he doesn't trust others, but mainly because he doesn't have enough strength to possess these things.

After making an appointment with the three of Qin Yang for two hours, they met at a Shangxianju restaurant on Tianguixu Street, and the four of them separated and left. The three of Qin Yang went to the elixir shop together, and Fang Yan walked casually along the street alone.

Fang Yan looked at the comprehension market in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the East and West Streets of Fenzhou Prefecture where he had lived for many years. Big sale on actinium”

"Spirit weapon, treasure weapon, absolutely genuine, welcome to buy."

"Advanced formulas, spells, let's take a look."

Even the sound of hawking is not far from that of Fenzhou Prefecture. The dialect is a bit cheerful, and the things on the stalls are all low-level items, which are much richer than those on Xiangyangpo of Mo Lingzong.

The people here are all monks, no matter whether they are buying or selling things, there is not a single mortal.After a cursory look, Dialect found many people with advanced cultivation.

Although the things on the street stall are also low-level items, they are much better than those on the Xiangyang slope of Mo Lingzong. Dialect has seen a lot of things along the way. Now the equipment on Fangyan is all high-end goods, and the low-level ones are no longer valued. Yes, I just bought some talismans after walking all the way, not a single magic weapon.

After dialect turned around, he felt that there was nothing eye-catching on the stall. He walked to a remote place, paused for a while, and then turned around and entered a shop called "Baiwuge", but when he came in, dialect had become He changed his appearance, his face became much wider, and there was still some flesh on his face. Even the closest people could not recognize this dialect based on his appearance. Didn't expect it to be used here.

"My little brother, what do you need? No matter whether it is medicinal pills, instruments or exercises, the quality is absolutely high and the price is fair."

As soon as Fang Yan entered the door, the guy inside greeted him. The guy was also a monk, his cultivation level was similar to that of Dialect, and he was also at the fourth or fifth level of Qi refining.

"Does your store have any pills to repair the soul?"

"Repair the soul? Fellow Daoist, you are joking. The elixir for repairing the soul is at least a third-grade elixir, but we don't have it here."

"Oh, does your store buy spirit grass?"

"Of course, not only spiritual herbs, raw ore, monsters, as long as we want things from the cultivation world."

Feelings are like a grocery store. Dialect reached out and took out a few jade boxes and handed them to the clerk: "Then let me see how much these spiritual herbs are worth."

"Second-rank high-grade tengu grass, third-rank low-grade lily..." The clerk took the jade box from the dialect and began to count it. After a while, he raised his head and said to the dialect: "Guest officer, these spirit grasses have a total of 180 spirit stones. What do you think."

This shop is fairly fair, not much different from what he estimated, Dialect nodded.

Soon, the clerk handed over 180 spirit stones to Fang Yan, seeing that Fang Yan hadn't left yet, he said, "Guest officer, I need something else, please choose whatever you want, our Baiwu Pavilion's pills are top-notch. "

Fang Yan reached out and took out another jade box and handed it to the buddy: "I'll talk about the elixir later, and you can see how much this spiritual herb is worth."

The waiter was a little puzzled, why did this man not take out some spirit herbs once, and in line with the principle of making money with kindness, he took the jade box in the dialect's hand, and as soon as he opened it, he secretly exclaimed: "Xin Xuelian? Guest officer, you Wait a moment, I will ask our shopkeeper to talk to you."

After exchanging the jade box to Dialect, the clerk quickly went to the back hall, and after a while, a middle-aged man came out after the clerk.

"The treasurer's is the spiritual grass of this guest officer. Guest officer, this is our shopkeeper Zhu." The man pointed to the dialect and said to the middle-aged man.

"Oh, what's the name of the guest officer?" The shopkeeper glanced at the dialect and asked.

"My surname is Fang."

"Fang Daoyou, if it is convenient, please follow me to the second floor for a detailed discussion."

"Shopkeeper Zhu, please lead the way."

Fang Yan followed behind the shopkeeper to the second floor. This is a reception room with only a table and a few chairs, and there is no one there.

After receiving the jade box from the dialect, shopkeeper Zhu opened it and observed carefully for a while: "Fang Daoyou, Xin Xuelian, 300-year-old, fourth-level top-grade close to the best, and three thousand spirit stones, what do you think?"

"Three thousand spirit stones?" Dialect didn't expect there to be so many.

The dialect hesitated for a while, and the shopkeeper Zhu thought that the dialect was too little: "Fang Daoyou, this price is not low. If you go to other places, you will definitely not have this price."

"Oh, the shopkeeper misunderstood, I didn't expect it to be so high, so I did as the shopkeeper said, three thousand spirit stones." Fang Yan explained after hearing the words.

"Okay, fellow daoist Fang is straightforward, do you want low-grade spirit stones or medium-grade spirit stones?" The shopkeeper didn't expect the dialect to be so straightforward, and directly said that his price was too high.

"Medium-grade spirit stones, it's more convenient." Dialect knows that one medium-grade spirit stone is equivalent to a hundred low-grade spirit stones, but he has never used it. Although thousands of spirit stones can fit in his Qiankun bag, there are not many. Ten yuan is convenient, and if you have middle-grade spirit stones, you will naturally want middle-grade spirit stones.

Fang Yan put away the Lingshi, and took out a bunch of things from the Qiankun bag and handed them to shopkeeper Zhu: "Shopkeeper Zhu, one guest will not bother two masters, so let's estimate the value of these things by the way."

The dialect took out some things that he didn't need, including the moon cold stone from the four-winged mantis nest, some materials in Zhou Tianxing's Qiankun bag, and some low-level magic weapons that the dialect didn't like. When they were taken out, they were naturally unmarked things, things with the imprints of Zhou and Song, dialects did not dare to take them out, even so they piled up a lot.

At this time, shopkeeper Zhu also knew that Fang Yan must have a Qiankun bag on his body. The cultivator who owns the Qiankun bag is either a core disciple of the sect, or a leader among casual cultivators. If he takes out a Xin Xuelian, shopkeeper Zhu will only think that dialect is lucky. , if the Qiankun bag is added, Shopkeeper Zhu can be sure that Dialect is a monk with a background. These people are customers of various shops, and Baiwu Pavilion is no exception.

They were all ordinary things, and after a short while, shopkeeper Zhu counted the things on the ground: "Fang Daoyou, the quality of these magical artifacts is average, even if it is a thousand spirit stones, what do you think?"

"Just do as the shopkeeper said, and give me middle-grade spirit stones too. Shopkeeper Zhu, your store has high-end goods, no matter whether they are exercises, mental techniques, or magic tools, don't tell me about those outside."

"Fang Daoyou, there is no mental method here. You also know that high-level mental methods are all undisclosed traditions of the big sect. Even if they are spread occasionally, they will not fall into our hands. There are some exercises and instruments. I don’t know Can fellow daoists see it?"

"Could Shopkeeper Zhu take it out and have a look?"

"No problem, Fang Daoyou wait a moment."

After a while, Fang Yan held two jade slips in his hand, looked at the magic tools in front of him, and said calmly, "Master Zhu, you can make a price for these two exercises."

Seeing that Fang Yan only took two jade slips, shopkeeper Zhu also knew that the rest of these things might not be able to catch Fang Yan's eyes: "One of these two jade slips is the art of movement, and the other is the art of escape. Daoyou Fang's vision is really high, even though they are all low-level formulas, they are also extremely rare, Fellow Daoist Fang, the two formulas have a total of [-] spirit stones, what do you think?"

Fang Yan didn't expect that these two exercises needed so many spirit stones, but they were worth the money, and he could just use them, so he happily returned the spirit stones he had just obtained to shopkeeper Zhu.

As a result, Fangyan handed over the spirit stone, and shopkeeper Zhu said again: "Fang Daoyou, I'm really sorry, I don't have a suitable magic weapon. Just now my buddy told me that you are still looking for a medicine to repair the soul?"

"That's right, shopkeeper Zhu has one?"

"I don't have any here, but if fellow daoists stay in Tiangui Market for a few more days, you might as well go to the auction on the first floor of Tiantian, there may be some."

"auctions?"

(End of this chapter)