Oh, business is booming these days, and it's a new news, Zhang Xiaohan looked at the fat shopkeeper: "Do you accept the materials of the demon beast?"
The fat shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and said, "If the fairy has materials to exchange for spirit stones, he can give them to the master or sell them in the fang market outside the city. ” Another prohibition, first prohibiting mortals from owning spirit stones, then prohibiting shops from collecting materials, and then I don't know what else is forbidden.
"Why don't you have any materials for sale here?"
Knowing the answer, Zhang Xiaohan still asked.
"The fairy doesn't know, Wangyue City is so big, if it sells materials and collects materials, the people in our store will be bustling every day, so the immortals have set a rule, the shops in the city are only allowed to sell, not to buy, and only to sell finished products, so that there are fewer immortals in the city."
The shopkeeper explained patiently, and did not dare to underestimate Zhang Xiaohan because of her age.
In this way, Zhang Xiaohan understood after thinking about it for a while, in fact, the main purpose of this was to force the monks to hand over their harvest to the master and ensure the supply of materials in the master.
Zhang Xiaohan didn't have anything to buy right away, in fact, the main thing was that she didn't know what else she lacked, it seemed that there was no shortage of attack magic weapons, there were five elements of willow leaf flying knives, and the costume on her body that depicted the formation was more effective than any defensive magic weapon, and she didn't need the pills, as for what else, you just let her say that she couldn't say it.
But there is one more thing she can't forget, and that is Fu Bao.
She had only heard of the great name of the runes, and she had not seen any books on making runes in the library of the Xuanzhen Sect, and she only knew that compared to the runes, the power of the runes was not the same.
The talisman is only used by the monks of the Qi refining period, and the battle between the monks of the foundation building period, the talisman cannot be said to be of no use at all, but the damage caused is minimal.
She always wanted to make rune treasures, but she didn't have a chance.
Zhang Xiaohan walked slowly along the counter, pointed to the magic weapon and asked casually, and inquired about the prices of various pills, and turned around for half a circle to stand: "Shopkeeper, do you have any runes for sale here?"
The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "No, there are no runes for sale in the shop." ” Zhang Xiaohan frowned, she hadn't seen what Fu Bao looked like until now, so she asked again: "Then, is there a book or jade slip about how Fu Bao was made?"
The shopkeeper's head was like a rattle: "No." ” Zhang Xiaohan shook his head in disappointment, and said dissatisfiedly: "You don't have this here, you don't have that, it's still called Duobao Pavilion, I think, it's almost the same as being called Wubao Pavilion." ” The shopkeeper smiled and said: "The fairy is joking, the small shop does not sell jade slips, if the fairy wants to buy jade slips, there is a slip shop not far ahead, his house specializes in selling all kinds of burned jade slips, the content is quite rich, maybe the fairy can find what he needs there." ” There is also such a place, Zhang Xiaohan felt very novel, thanked the shopkeeper, and went straight to the simple shop.
There are just a few shops, an inconspicuous small shop, if it weren't for the big characters on the lintel, Zhang Xiaohan would probably miss this small shop.
There was only one open door connected to the window, and Zhang Xiaohan stood in the doorway for a moment, immediately blocking most of the light.
The area inside is very small, there is a set of antique tables and chairs, a person at the table is holding a teacup leisurely tasting tea in one hand, and holding a yellowed book in the other, the faint fragrance of tea wafts in, Zhang Xiaohan can't help but sniff.
Feeling that someone was standing at the door blocking the light, the person who was drinking tea and reading raised his head and smiled slightly, what a gentle middle-aged man, where does it seem to be doing business.
There is also this house, Zhang Xiaohan felt as if she had broken into someone else's private house, so she couldn't help but take a step back, looked up at the plaque on the lintel, there was no mistake, the two big characters of Jianfang were vigorous and powerful.
"Why are you standing outside and refusing to come in, please come in, my pot of spring tea has just been brewed."
The middle-aged man put down the book and tea and said gently.
I don't know why, the probing technique that Zhang Xiaohan wanted to perform stopped, it seemed to be because it was extremely impolite to release the probing technique on such a person.
Zhang Xiaohan arched his hand: "I heard someone introduce that Jianfang specializes in selling all kinds of jade slips, I'm not wrong."
The former sentence also claimed to be below, and the latter sentence became me, and Zhang Xiaohan didn't notice anything wrong.
The middle-aged man smiled: "Please, this is Jianfang, as Daoyou said, selling all kinds of jade slips." ” Zhang Xiaohan hesitated for a moment, stepped in, the middle-aged man in front of him brought him a different feeling, dealing with such a person seemed to be like a breeze, but it also seemed to be separated from each other by a chasm.
"Little friend, please sit down, taste my freshly brewed spring tea" The middle-aged man made an inviting gesture, then took out a new teacup from the tray, slowly poured a cup of tea, and sent it to Zhang Xiaohan.
The fragrance of tea curled up, hooking Zhang Xiaohan a little greedy, she picked it up, sniffed it close to the end of her nose first, and at the same time secretly circulated her spiritual power, and the spiritual power was smooth, she was naturally not afraid of middle-aged people poisoning the tea.
It's not that everyone is a bad person, this middle-aged man's cultivation must be much higher than his own, looking at his demeanor, at least at the level of the middle stage of the Yudan, he is only a person in the early stage of foundation building, it is useless for him to harm himself.
Besides, he wouldn't have foretold that he was coming, and he had made a pot of poisoned tea, and how could he explain it if someone else came Also, this is Wangyue City, where the heads of the five major sects and scattered cultivators gather, who dares to do bad things in the city "Good fragrance" is the only word Zhang Xiaohan can praise tea, she sniffed lightly, and then took a shallow sip.
It is a spiritual tea, a spiritual tea made by spiritual water, the spiritual water of this tea is not as good as the spiritual spring water in Zhangjia Cave, but it is also much higher than the ordinary spiritual water, and the tea, Zhang Xiaohan can only drink the taste of tea.
"Little friends know tea" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.
Zhang Xiaohan shook his head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't understand tea, I can only drink tea." ” "Oh" The middle-aged man's eyebrows moved slightly: "Where did Xiaoyou's words come from, I don't know tea, how can I drink tea?"
Zhang Xiaohan put down the teacup, looked directly at the other party, and said without any shame: "I don't understand tea, because I don't know the name of tea, I don't know the origin of tea, and I don't know where the water for making tea comes from, but I can drink tea, because I think that drinking tea is a kind of enjoyment, not taste enjoyment, but more spiritual." ” The middle-aged man was very curious about these words, and made a gesture to signal Zhang Xiaohan to continue.
Zhang Xiaohan smiled lightly and said: "People who can drink tea so leisurely in the downtown must be looking down on the world, and the world of monks is also worldly. ” Talking to a scholar is tiring, and Zhang Xiaohan also had to take out the words that were almost known to everyone in his previous life to praise the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and repeated it softly in his mouth, and then he was stupid.
Zhang Xiaohan was amused in his heart, but his face was silent, he picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip: "In order for everyone to become immortals, there is no day and night in cultivation, and even a retreat is a few months or more than a year, relying on a pill, not eating or drinking, such a person, I am afraid that he has never sat down like this in his life and slowly tasted fragrant tea." ” She shook her head: "If life is only spent in cultivation, even if you live for thousands of years, what is the difference between living for only one day?"
This is what she said in her heart, what she said in her heart for a long time, and for some reason, she suddenly said it today.
The middle-aged man tasted it for a while, and suddenly asked, "In this way, Xiaoyou must not be such a layman." ” Zhang Xiaohan smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "The predecessors laughed, I am a layman, if I continue to be such a layman, maybe one day I can have such a Yaxing like my predecessors, and if I am an elegant person like you now, then, maybe tomorrow, if I don't feed the demon beasts, I will also be eaten by the weak." ” The middle-aged man also laughed, if Zhang Xiaohan had to say that she was a gentleman, it would be a lie, and she had a good impression of Zhang Xiaohan in her heart: "Xiaoyou came to my Jianfang, what do you want?"
Zhang Xiaohan hesitated for a moment and said bluntly, "I want to ask for a book on the production of runes. ” The middle-aged man nodded, and didn't see how he moved, and a jade slip suddenly floated out between the two: "The production method of the rune treasure is on the jade slip, the jade slip is disposable, and it can only be read by one person, the price."
The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Xiaohan with a long voice, and said with a trace of indescribable affection in his eyes: "Although I have the heart to taste tea here, I can't get rid of the essence of a layman. ” Zhang Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, she didn't have any concept of money, but she also knew that two medium-grade spirit stones were very expensive, and they were two thousand low-grade spirit stones.
Although Wang Lin said that as long as he was diligent in the Xuanzhen Sect, it was still possible for the monks in the early stage of foundation building to earn 500 lower-grade spirit stones a month, but earning 500 lower-grade spirit stones did not mean that they could save 500 lower-grade spirit stones.
And two thousand lower-grade spirit stones, it is estimated that a monk in the early stage of foundation building may not be able to save it for a year.
The two medium-grade spirit stones made her flesh ache, but she didn't hesitate much, her intuition told her that the middle-aged man didn't deceive her, and she didn't ask for a high price, and more importantly, if she didn't buy it this time, maybe she wouldn't be able to buy it in the future.
She stretched out her hand and patted the storage bag, and there was an extra bag in her hand, which was a thousand lower grade spirit stones, and then said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, the other thousand lower grade spirit stones, I don't have such a bag, I'm afraid it will be piled up" She looked at the tabletop, and there was really no place to place the spirit stone. , monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation.
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