Gently pushing the window open, the sky has cleared up, and the fresh smell after the showers still lingers in the air.
Listening to the noisy sound of the main street, Ji Xiaoyao suddenly doesn't adapt to this environment that is different from the quiet practice.
Thinking of the ten top-grade spiritual stones in the Ruyi Space Bracelet, Ji Xiaoyao thought of the huge debt she owed to the evildoer Zuo Lian, and sighed silently.
The scenes of her drunken and reckless behavior were still before her eyes.
She really didn't have the courage to go back to Langlong Tianfu to face Zuo Lian.
Who knew if the petty Zuo Lian would become angry and trap her in Tianfu as a cultivator?
She shook her head and decided not to think about it anymore.
She took out the Tiansheng Wood leisurely, lay comfortably on the soft couch, and lazily listened to the latest gossip information in Tiancang World.
Listening to the magnetic voice of the male anchor in Tiansheng Muli, he analyzed the favorite monks in the finals and teased the gossips in the Tiancang world.
Ji Xiaoyao gradually narrowed his eyelids and fell into a sweet dream.
When she woke up from her dream, the anchor of Tiansheng Muli was still chatting.
Ji Xiaoyao rubbed her temples and turned off Tianshengmu, only to realize that it was late at night.
The sky was dark and there were shining stars in the night sky.
What surprised Ji Xiaoyao was that in the prosperous area of Lingjing District, the sweet chirping of insects could be heard at night.
It was a bit uncomfortable not to have to practice.
Ji Xiaoyao was bored and listed all the things he should do recently.
Then, she discovered the black line.
Apart from those messy emotional affairs, she still had a lot to do.
Complete sect tasks, obtain new elixir recipes, improve her formation skills, sharpen her swordsmanship, make money to pay off debts, and go out to practice. .
It seems that it is easier to complete the sect tasks here, and the others require a huge amount of spiritual stones to back them up.
Therefore, Ji Xiaoyao decisively decided to complete the sect tasks tomorrow.
In fact, the sect tasks of monks in the Qi Refining Stage are very simple.
They all go to the forest to hunt monsters or collect spiritual plants.
Her task is also very simple, which is to collect twenty second-level Duling grass from Nanshan Mountain in the Spiritual Realm District.
Now that she is a wealthy person, of course she will not waste time going to Nanshan to collect.
She plans to go directly to the Xiangji Market in Lingjing District to buy a few Duling Grass plants, and then take them back to Langlong Tianfu for branch planting.
In fact, in the final analysis, she was bored and planned to go shopping in the market.
Ji Xiaoyao suddenly realized that she was no longer sleepy, but she neither wanted to enter Langlong Heavenly Mansion nor practice cultivation.
Looking at the dark night, Ji Xiaoyao sighed quietly, it would take a long time before dawn.
She suddenly remembered that it seemed that the pill-forming gift she had thought about giving to Uncle Ouyang a long time ago had not yet been sent out.
So, Ji Xiaoyao suddenly became excited and took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, intending to write some words of blessing.
Give gifts to Master Ouyang together.
Ji Xiaoyao habitually acted coquettishly and cutely to Master Ouyang on the letter, and then added a portrait of himself.
There are also letter-posting stations in the world of cultivation.
You can sign with your real name or anonymously, but you cannot sign with a pseudonym.
However, the letter-posting stations do not allow letters with insulting words or poisonous substances.
Glancing at the starry night sky, Ji Xiaoyao curled his lips, and a hint of cunning suddenly flashed through his eyes.
Forced by Xiao Jiuxuan to hide here and there, she decided to give him something disgusting.
She wrote a full page with a big pen.
She first described a short story, the gist of which was that she used to like a pair of shoes with a big-headed cat on them, but after a few years the shoes became rotten, so she changed to another pair of shoes that she liked.
Then she concluded, those things that you have always been thinking about will always be forgotten while you are still thinking about her, so even though my sister has a peerless temperament and independent temperament and a stunning appearance, you will always forget her.
Therefore, you should stop thinking about her.
Early the next morning, Ji Xiaoyao went to the inn and spent two medium-grade spiritual stones to send two letters, and then set off to the market in a happy mood.
Ji Xiaoyao was surprised as he looked at the bustling market in front of him.
The market and the main street are two completely different styles.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
If the main street is an elegant young man holding a folding fan, then the market is an old farmer holding a dry pipe and untidy trousers.
The main street is full of rows of buildings, high pavilions with cornices and painted eaves, bustling commercial streets, and enthusiastic rangers.
There are rows of individual shops on both sides of the street, with a dazzling array of goods on the shelves.
Each shop exudes the colorful light of the defensive formation, presenting A prosperous scene emerged.
In the market, those with shops opened their shops, and those without shops had small square tables, Eight Immortals tables, and long tables covered with cloth strips along the street.
A mess of magic weapons and spiritual plants were placed on the tables.
Some of them were even more careless.
They simply spread a piece of cloth on the ground and placed broken magic weapons and array plates, and shouts of all sizes rang out in the streets and alleys.
The place is full of people, bustling and crowded, with all kinds of people from all walks of life.
It’s so lively.
Ji Xiaoyao followed the crowd into the market.
Her purpose was actually to shop for treasures and feel the different prosperity in the spiritual realm, so her pace was not fast.
The monk who set up the stall didn't care whether the items on the table were genuine or not, they were all "baby", and Ji Xiaoyao sweated silently.
She is currently showing her cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, and she can be considered a high-level monk in the market, so she is rarely looked at with malicious intent.
Ji Xiaoyao found that most of the good treasures in the market were scooped up by monks who knew the goods as soon as they were put on display.
The remaining goods, no matter how fancy the stall owners said, were actually of average quality.
She focused her attention on spiritual plants and seeds.
As a senior home cultivator, Ji Xiaoyao knew that her knowledge was limited.
She always saw more, asked more, and bought less.
After walking more than half a circle, Ji Xiaoyao only bought a few spiritual plants.
Those dark, primitive seeds look mysterious, but as long as their spiritual consciousness is swept away, most alchemists can recognize that they are just ordinary seeds that have been concealed.
There is a rule in the market in the world of cultivation.
No matter what fake product you buy, returns are not allowed.
The euphemistically called it, authenticity and fakeness are all matters of personal fate.
Of course, the stall owner must have a discerning eye.
If he accidentally deceives a monk with a background, he must be aware that someone is seeking revenge in the market.
Therefore, in the market, stall owners do not dare to be too evil even if they rarely find someone to take advantage of.
"Every monk who is passing by, don't miss it!"
a male duck's voice suddenly sounded in the market.
Ji Xiaoyao raised his eyes and saw many monks gathered around the stall of a skinny black man.
The sound of hawking and teasing could be heard, and it was very lively.
Ji Xiaoyao also curiously moved forward, and found that after a while, the black man Nearly half of the treasures in the men's stall were sold at high prices.
"Brother Li, what's going on?
I see that the treasures in this black man's stall are similar to those in other stalls, but why are the prices he raised so high and all sold, while other shops' low-priced ones can't be sold?
Are you going out?"
A male cultivator in blue who was in the early stage of foundation building curiously asked the male cultivator in green next to him.
"Hey, this old black guy is a master of business.
His eyes are poisonous.
He goes to the market early every day, collects all the good stuff in the market, and then sets up his own stall and sells ten of his treasures at high prices.
There are at least five high-quality items in it, and over time, Lao Hei's signature has come out.
Every time he sets up a stall, monks come to hear about it.
No matter how high the price is, there are always people rushing to get it."
The male monk in Tsing Yi sighed and replied .
The male cultivator in blue said puzzledly: "But the monks running stalls in this market should know that they are high-quality products when they see Lao Hei coming to ask, so why do they still sell them to Lao Hei?"
"I heard that this old black man has a wonderful magic trick.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
He always transforms into other monks to ask for prices.
Who can prevent him?
Brother Xia, this is your first time coming to this market.
Why not pick up one or two here?
It won’t cost much to bring this treasure home,” the male cultivator in Tsing Yi suggested.
The male cultivator in blue nodded and said yes, then he took the male cultivator in blue and began to carefully select them together.
Ji Xiaoyao raised his eyes and looked over, felt it carefully, and found that the quality of the goods in the black man's stall was indeed much better than those in the stalls next to him.
But when he saw that there was no spiritual plant among them, Ji Xiaoyao lost interest and turned around to continue shopping.
"Buy that black pot" Zuo Lian's cold command suddenly sounded in her mind.
"Here" Ji Xiaoyao replied awkwardly, then turned back and squeezed into the crowd of onlookers without leaving a trace.
"Old Hei, how many spiritual stones does this teapot have?"
Ji Xiaoyao's heart tightened, and he looked around quickly.
It was the male cultivator in blue just now, and saw him picking up a teapot as big as a man's palm in black with great interest.
The black pot is not much different from an ordinary teapot, except that it looks more delicate, with a lifelike wing on the handle.
"A top-quality spiritual stone" Duckling's voice boomed, and the monks surrounding him were in an uproar and started talking.
You must know that the treasures that the black man just sold that seemed to be of better quality than this were only a dozen or so middle-grade spiritual stones.
This broken pot actually cost a high-grade spiritual stone.
No wonder the onlookers were in an uproar.
The face of the male cultivator in blue suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It's just a broken pot, but the price is so high.
Could it be that I, Xia, am easy to bully?"
The black man smiled coquettishly and explained: "To be honest, I didn't get this black pot at the market, but one of my brothers got it from an ancient cave.
If he hadn't gone to the forest to hunt monsters recently, The beast has broken muscles and bones and is in urgent need of good treatment.
He wouldn't choose to sell this black pot for Shang Dan.
I, Lao Hei, was entrusted by someone.
The asking price was set by my brother.
He made it clear that he would not sell this monk if it were not for this price.
He would be really sorry.
Otherwise, take a look at the other ones, they are also the best treasures."
After listening to the explanation of the black man, the male cultivator in blue still had a bad look on his face.
The male cultivator in green felt a little embarrassed when he saw it, so he had to laugh loudly and said: "Brother Xia, why don't you let me take a look at this treasure of a high-grade spiritual stone?"
What’s so precious about it?”
The man in blue put the black pot into the hand of the man in green and said angrily: "It's just a broken pot.
The asking price is so high.
Who knows if this black man is deliberately trying to impress people?
Moreover, I think this pile is full of rags."
Damn it, nothing can be called a treasure."
The black man was not happy to hear what he said.
He took back the black pot and yelled in a hoarse duck voice: "Huh, what kid can't afford it?
Just don't touch it.
If it breaks, you can pay for it."
I can't afford it" "You" the man in blue's face suddenly turned red, and he became angry with embarrassment.
He held the sword in his hand and wanted to fight.
When the male cultivator in green saw it, he thought to himself that it was bad and hurriedly pulled the man in blue out of the crowd.
"Brother Li, what are you doing to me?
Let me teach this arrogant guy a lesson," the male cultivator in blue said angrily.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
The man in green scolded: "Brother Xia, have you forgotten what I told you before?
You are not allowed to cause trouble in the market.
Anyone who makes trouble will be expelled.
They will not be allowed to enter the spiritual realm finals in March.
Do you still want to watch?"
" The man in blue had no choice but to give up and left angrily with a gloomy expression.
The man in green followed helplessly.
Ji Xiaoyao blinked in surprise.
With such a rule in Lingjing District, no wonder Xiangji Market is so prosperous and lively.
The departure of the two men did not affect the enthusiasm of the onlookers.
After a while, the black man's stall became lively again, but not many monks asked about the high-priced black pot.
Since the price was clearly stated, Ji Xiaoyao stopped watching and handed the black man a high-grade spiritual stone.
He picked up the black pot and said happily: "Brother, thank you.
This black pot looks like an antique.
My great-grandfather likes ancient teapots the most, so it would be a good idea to give it to him as a birthday gift."
Ji Xiaoyao threw in the Ruyi Space Bracelet casually, and left the market leisurely under the eyes of everyone who said, "Spend a high-grade spiritual stone to buy a teapot.
This girl must have something wrong with her head."
Ji Xiaoyao lazily walked into Jiujiu Winery, ate a table of snacks, and then slowly returned to the room.
As soon as he entered the room, Ji Xiaoyao immediately set up several defensive formations, and then quickly entered Langlong Tianfu.
Sure enough, the demon Zuo Lian, wearing a bright red robe, was already elegantly drinking tea in the black earth pavilion and waiting for her to come in.
When she was practicing, she got bored, so she built a pavilion on the black soil and dug a lotus pond.
About raising spiritual fish, before she had time to communicate with Zuo Lian, a drunken incident occurred, so now there are only a few lonely white lotus plants planted in the lotus pond.
Ji Xiaoyao hurriedly presented the black pot, blinked his painted eyes, and asked curiously: "Zuo Lian, what kind of treasure is this black pot?"
"You want to know?"
Zuo Lian glanced at her gently, saw her nodding sharply, took a leisurely sip of spiritual tea, and said lightly: "But I don't want to tell you, what should I do?"
Feeling the cold air emanating from Zuo Lian's body, Ji Xiaoyao burst into tears.
He still hated her for drunkenly scolding him.
"A top-quality spiritual stone," Ji Xiaoyao said with difficulty, covering his bleeding heart.
"Three," Zuo Lian glanced at her gloomily and said without any doubt.
Ji Xiaoyao gritted his teeth and said: "Deal" The dead evildoer's thin lips slightly curled up, and he suddenly revealed his alluring aura.
He said softly: "This is the Ten Thousand Crows Pot."
After Zuo Lian finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared into the pavilion.
A gust of wind blew by, and Ji Xiaoyao turned into stone and dispersed with the wind.
After a while, Ji Xiaoyao's sad and angry howl sounded in Langlong Tianfu: "Zuo Lian, you cheated me."
In the luxurious palace, Zuo Lian reclined on the soft couch, straightened her black hair, and smiled lazily.
You were the one who was tricked: