Having learned the lesson from the last time, when Tang Hui escaped from the earth, he took a detour when he encountered a stone block. The yellow snake representing the earth attribute among the five internal organs was particularly active compared to the other snakes. He was the first to discover that Tang Hui's stomach had not been fully digested.
The Buddhist magical weapons, elixirs, and spiritual stones swam quickly towards Tang Hui's stomach, and other little snakes followed, competing for food.
Tang Hui was very lucky that he had robbed the storage bags of more than a dozen monks in the early stages of establishing the foundation of the Jing Zen Sect, otherwise he would not have known how to feed these five uncles.
Walk, walk, walk.
At this time, Tang Hui released his spiritual consciousness and suddenly found a female monk in her twenties who was in the Qi refining stage in an open space in the wilderness. She strangely took three steps back and then walked to the left.
Five steps, then two steps to the right, and four steps to the right, he disappeared under Tang Hui's eyes, and could not even be sensed by his spiritual sense.
Immediately, Tang Hui's eyes lit up and he stayed where he was, waiting in thought.
After a cup of tea, several monks in the Qi refining stage came one after another. They all walked according to the steps of the female monk just now, and then disappeared in front of Tang Hui.
Tang Hui touched his chin with his wolf claws, and seemed to have some realization. He put on the oversized clothes stolen from the old butler's secret room in blue robe, covered his whole body, got out of the soil, and patted the stained clothes on his body.
The dirt and leaves began to walk according to the steps of the few people just now.
Until he took the last step, the originally desolate open space suddenly changed. Suddenly, a market appeared in front of him. It shouldn't be called a market. Tang Hui raised his head slightly and saw the red door plaque more than ten feet high that read - Wei
Shanfang City.
Tang Hui passed through Fangshi's mahogany door and walked inside.
The noise came, as if you were in a farmer's market. The first thing that came into view was a two- or three-story wooden or stone house, followed by a wide bluestone-paved street for ten people to walk side by side. There were
Vendors dressed as cultivators set up stalls and were shouting hard.
"Take a look, take a look. The Yiqi Pill has just been released. It only costs ten low-grade spiritual stones. Don't miss it if you pass by."
"Huang Ji's high-grade Kung Fu technique and the manuscript of the Sparkling Prairie Prairie Technique are only available for five medium-grade spiritual stones. Fire-attribute Qigong practitioners must not miss it.
"A medium-grade magic weapon, a long sword, a medium-grade magic weapon, a sandalwood shield, and a set of eight low-grade magic weapons, the soul-stirring bells, are sold off the building."
"First-class turkey meat only requires one low-grade spiritual stone. It tastes delicious and leaves a fragrance on your lips and teeth. It is a must-have for home and travel."
There are also cultivators hawking all kinds of weird gadgets. There are also many cultivators who keep silent, put the goods in front of them, clearly mark the prices, sit cross-legged and meditate, close their eyes and let others choose.
"Hey, this immortal master, this is your first time coming to Weishanfang City."
At this time, a half-grown child of about twelve or three years old, with long hair tied with a hemp rope, wearing a linen sweatshirt and a pair of black soles and white cloth shoes, approached Tang Hui and said.
Tang Hui remained silent and carefully looked at the half-grown child in front of him.
The half-grown child rubbed his hands, and with a flattering smile, he bent down slightly and said, "The little one's name is Xiaohai. He is the guide of Weishanfang City. He is familiar with the market prices of all goods in Weishanfang City and the pursuit of fun."
In this place, you only need to donate a small low-grade spiritual stone."
Tang Hui thought for a while and nodded slightly. There happened to be a batch of Buddhist cultivation techniques in his storage bag that needed to be used. Those looted pills, spiritual stones, and magic weapons had long been fed into the stomachs of the five uncles.
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I just heard the cries of a street stall selling exercises. A yellow-level high-grade exercise would cost five medium-grade spiritual stones. Presumably, the exercises carried by those Buddhist monks in the foundation-building stage should not be too low-grade.
Well, after all, he is also one of the ten major sects in Nanzhan Continent. Anyway, he has already memorized these Buddhist exercises. By the way, he also sold a complete set of yellow-level low-grade exercises and Five Elements Jue. Recently, he got a handful of unknown grades.
The five-foot long sword, buy a sword manual and practice it.
"Okay."
Seeing the tall and mighty two-meter-tall Immortal Master nodding in agreement, the twelve-year-old three-and-a-half-year-old child named Xiaohai was very happy and asked quickly: "The Immortal Master came to Weishanfang City to buy something or something?"
Selling something? Or, having some fun?"
Tang Hui lowered his voice and said, "Is there a place in Weishanfang City that specializes in collecting secret books of martial arts?"
"Yes, of course there is." Xiao Hai stretched out his right hand, as if he were an immortal master, asking him to come this way, deliberately taking a step behind Tang Hui, and said: "There are several places in Weishanfang City that sell exercise secrets, and the prices are fair.
, a place where children are innocent, I suggest you go to Tianlin Pavilion."
"Then let's go to Tianlin Pavilion." Tang Hui said casually, taking long strides and moving forward.
"Okay, Tianlin Pavilion is not far from here. It will take about a minute to walk up to the incense stick." Xiao Hai felt happy. He wanted to know that taking guests to Tianlin Pavilion, whether it is to buy or sell the secrets of the exercises, he
Everyone can get a certain level of commission.
Tianlin Pavilion.
Tianlin Pavilion is three stories high. As far as the architecture is concerned, it has an antique charm. In front of the counter are two female monks with bold and bold looks. From the occasional bend, Tang Hui can see the deep snow-white ravine.
, coupled with the sweet smile, every frown and smile made Tang Hui feel like he was in a dream.
"Immortal Master, Immortal Master."
Xiao Hai called several times in succession before Tang Hui came to his senses. He took out more than a dozen secret books of exercises from his storage bag and placed them on the crystal counter. The female monk smiled and said: "Please wait a moment, we have a professional
A qualified skill appraiser will conduct grade appraisal and valuation."
Tang Hui nodded and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
The female monk whispered a few words in the ear of another female monk, then turned and entered the back hall with a thick stack of secrets on the exercises.
Tang Hui, who was bored, browsed around the crystal counter for the exercises and secrets on sale. Tianlin Pavilion had a complete set of exercises and secrets, ranging from yellow-level low-level to yellow-level top-level ones, including the yin and yang and the five elements or the skills of swords, guns, swords and halberds.
, all priced one by one.
A yellow-level top-grade Kung Fu can even be sold for hundreds of mid-grade spiritual stones, which is staggering. This shows the scarcity of Kung Fu secret books. Tang Hui pondered for a while and then figured out that most of the Kung Fu secret books are
It is the product of a large sect, and we cherish it so much that it is strictly forbidden to leak it. If it is leaked, it will be regarded as a serious crime of betraying the sect. However, some casual cultivators can only obtain the skills left by some predecessors in the cave by chance, and it is even possible.
It's incomplete; there are also some self-created skills created by some extremely talented evildoers.
How can one describe the shortage of secret books on Kung Fu techniques?
The hall on the first floor is full of yellow-level skills. Tang Hui, who is already in the foundation-building stage, is not very interested. Even the high price is daunting. Tang Hui is now a pauper and even owes Xiao Hai this.
The guide has not paid for a low-grade spiritual stone.
After a moment of burning incense, the female cultivator who had entered the inner hall before walked out smoothly, holding a storage bag in her left hand and a stack of secrets on martial arts that Tang Hui had just handed to him in her right hand, and came to the crystal counter.
Said: "These secret techniques have been identified. Two are low-grade Xuan-level techniques, each worth ten roses of high-grade spiritual stones; six are yellow-grade top-grade techniques, each worth six mid-grade spiritual stones; four are
Each of the yellow-level high-grade exercises is worth two mid-grade spiritual stones; the five yellow-level low-grade exercises are worth ten roses of low-grade spiritual stones; a total of 24,450 low-grade spiritual stones."
Two hundred thousand?
Tang Hui didn't listen to the last number at all, but when he heard the two hundred thousand in front, his brain suddenly became dizzy. Sure enough, robbery was the best way to accumulate wealth.
"Senior, should I exchange it directly for low-grade spiritual stones or medium-grade spiritual stones?" the female cultivator said respectfully.
Tang Hui touched his nose. He didn't expect these dozen or so old books to be so valuable. He casually said, "Do you have any sword cultivation techniques here?"
The female cultivator's eyes lit up and she said with a smile: "Seniors certainly don't like these yellow-level skills. Upstairs is the VIP building of Tianlin Pavilion. There are Xuan-level skills for sale. If seniors are interested, you can go upstairs.
have a look."
"Then exchange it for a mid-grade spiritual stone." Tang Hui is now rich and plans to buy himself a Xuan-level sword art.
"Okay." The female cultivator smiled, respectfully handed the storage bag held in her left hand to Tang Hui's hand, and said: "It has been prepared for seniors. There are two thousand and forty-four middle-grade spirits in it.
Stone, fifty low-grade spiritual stones, and our store will give you a hundred medium-grade spiritual stones. Welcome seniors to visit our store again next time."
As for why he did not exchange high-grade spiritual stones, Tang Hui knew it well. Both high-grade spiritual stones and top-grade spiritual stones were scarce resources. Although the market price was one hundred to one, it was basically difficult to exchange a hundred medium-grade spiritual stones for one high-grade spiritual stone.
Stone, the quality and density of spiritual energy contained in high-grade spiritual stones are far from comparable to that of mid-grade spiritual stones.
Most of the ones circulating in the market are low-grade spiritual stones and medium-grade spiritual stones. Just like in Tang Hui's previous life, money with a face value of one yuan and a face value of one hundred yuan were often circulated, but have you seen gold bars and gold bricks often circulated?
Tang Hui stretched out his hand to take the storage bag, and with a slight sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he understood clearly and felt heroic. One second, Haisheng was a penniless poor person, and the next moment, he transformed into a rich man with tens of thousands of gold in his hands.
Local tycoon.
Life goes up and down so fast, it’s really exciting.
"Senior, please come upstairs."
The female cultivator bent slightly, as if intentionally or unintentionally exposing the snow-white ravine on her chest, stretched out her right hand, pointed to the stairs at the corner, and said: "As for the upstairs, it is no longer under my jurisdiction, so I'll bother you, senior, to go upstairs in person."
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Tang Hui nodded slightly, and then walked upstairs.
"Immortal Master."
Xiao Hai, a twelve- to three-year-old boy, plucked up the courage and shouted at Tang Hui's back, hesitating as to whether he should follow him or not.
Tang Hui slapped his head and almost forgot about Xiao Hai's guide fee. Then he took a low-grade spiritual stone from his storage bag, threw it to Xiao Hai, and said, "Wait for me at the door."
"Okay." Xiao Hai caught it and happily responded, then walked towards the door of Tianlin Pavilion.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
Tang Hui stepped up to the second floor of Tianlin Pavilion, which is the so-called VIP Building. He looked around. Compared with the lobby on the first floor, the VIP Building was relatively smaller. He only saw a man in his forties with a long beard.
A middle-aged man is sitting on the Taishi chair and drinking tea.
When he saw Tang Hui, he didn't say much. He stretched out his hand to signal Tang Hui to come over and sit down to drink tea.