Why are martial arts so valuable and even rarefied?
For a mortal to step into the ranks of cultivators, the most fundamental core is to possess spiritual roots and corresponding skills. Magic weapons, elixirs, and spiritual stones are all external auxiliary means.
Most cultivators meditate and practice by absorbing the meager spiritual energy from heaven and earth. Only cultivators who are born in a large family of a sect can have the luxury of meditating and practicing by absorbing the spiritual energy from spiritual stones or spiritual veins.
As for magic weapons and elixirs, except for a few innate spiritual treasures that have been nurtured by heaven and earth for thousands or even millions of years, as for the acquired spiritual treasures, fairy weapons, spiritual weapons, magic weapons or elixirs, spiritual pills, they are all refined through refining.
It is artificially refined by a weapon master or an alchemy master.
Therefore, a good Kung Fu book is extremely important for cultivators, which is also the fundamental reason why the price of Kung Fu secret books is relatively high.
Tang Hui walked out of the lobby on the first floor of Tianlin Pavilion with mixed feelings and emotions in his heart. Before entering Tianlin Pavilion, he was a penniless pauper. After experiencing the feeling of being a rich man, he only had the money in his storage bag.
There were more than 400 low-grade spiritual stones left, and he once again became a loser.
Xiao Hai, a half-year-old child who was squatting outside the gate of Tianlin Pavilion, quickly came up to him and said with a smile: "Master Xian, you have bought it."
Tang Hui nodded slightly and said, "Take me around to get familiar with the environment and market conditions of Weishanfang City."
"Okay." Xiaohai nodded quickly.
At this time, a young Taoist priest with a deer-headed and rat-like appearance stared at the dozen storage bags hanging on Tang Hui's waist and shone a deep and bright light. Coming out of a high-end place like Tianlin Pavilion, he was dressed very well.
Mysterious and carrying a dozen storage bags, what is this if not a fat sheep?
Immediately, the wretched-looking young Taoist priest with a deer head and rat eyes deliberately restrained his gaze, occasionally glanced at Tang Hui intentionally or unintentionally, and followed Tang Hui without showing any trace. He was very experienced in doing this kind of thing.
"Brother Taoist, do you want to buy some talismans? They are very cheap. A dozen of low-grade spiritual stones can record the basic spells of the five elements. They are very useful for monks in the Qi refining period."
A young Taoist priest in his thirties was selling his talismans to passing cultivators. When he saw Tang Hui approaching, he automatically started selling them.
Tang Hui ignored it automatically. He was not in the Qi refining period, so he wanted talisman paper. He walked and stopped at various street vendors, occasionally squatting down and groping for a while, then he shook his head, put down his things, and went to another one.
Choose from street stalls.
The more than 400 low-grade spiritual stones he had left on him were no longer enough to go shopping in high-end stores, so he could only choose local stalls with a Taobao mentality.
Similarly, there are many cultivators who have the same thoughts as Tang Hui about searching for treasures. At this time, a loud quarrel caught Tang Hui's attention.
"I told you before, I won't sell it if it's missing four hundred low-grade spiritual stones."
"What the hell? It's just a fragment the size of a fingernail, but it's a bit hard. It's going to cost 400 low-grade spiritual stones?"
"Four hundred?! Why don't you go and grab it?"
"At most, there are two low-grade spiritual stones. I also think that if this thing is integrated into the flying sword, it can increase the hardness of the flying sword."
"This piece of shit has no response to spiritual power. It's a waste. You want to sell it for 400 low-grade spiritual stones. Aren't you blackmailing me?"
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Tang Hui finally squeezed into the crowd watching the excitement and looked at the fragments on the street stall that everyone said were the size of a fingernail, like the scraps of a broken plate. They were dark green in color and looked like fragments of some kind of jade.
To ordinary people, jade may be a luxury item worth hundreds of taels of silver, but to a cultivator, it is basically useless. But the strange thing is that this jade is too hard.
The owner of this jade fragment was a gray-haired old man. He was righteous and blowing his beard and glaring at everyone, arguing with everyone. Finally, he insisted on four hundred low-grade spiritual stones and would not let go until he was beaten to death.
"Boss, can you take a look?" Tang Hui was obviously interested and said to the gray-haired old man.
"Yes, but not one of the four hundred low-grade spiritual stones should be missing." The gray-haired old man continued, "I'm not afraid to tell you that this is a treasure that the old man dug out from an ancient tomb after a narrow escape. You people don't know the difference.
That’s all, old people will always meet senior experts who know the goods.”
"Tch." The crowd jeered and laughed.
Tang Hui stretched out the two fingers of his front paws that symbolized the index and middle fingers, picked up this dark green jade fragment the size of a fingernail, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully through the light.
Ge Di, who was slowly enjoying the magical tools, elixirs, and spiritual stones of more than a dozen Buddhist cultivators in the foundation-building period in his five internal organs, suddenly spit out what he had swallowed, became manic, and ran around in Tang Hui's five internal organs.
Moved, very panicked.
This is the first time that the five uncles have behaved like this.
Even the spiritual weapon that was found while being chased by Jing Zen Buddhist cultivators was not so abnormal. Tang Hui was a little stunned, then he bit his wolf teeth and said, "Four hundred is four hundred, I bought it."
The crowd was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at the nearly two-meter-tall little giant wearing a bamboo hat and a robe. Is there really such a "taken advantage of"?
Tang Hui painfully counted out four middle-grade spiritual stones from the storage bag and handed them to the gray-haired old man. The old man happily took the four medium-grade spiritual stones and quickly put them into his arms and said: "One word is enough."
Ordered, no returns.”
Immediately, Tang Hui squeezed through the crowd and left the street where the street stalls were set up. He had already realized that someone was already targeting him.
"Xiaohai, is there an inn here?" Tang Hui asked as he walked.
"Yes, turn a corner ahead and walk a hundred and fifty steps, and there is Tongfu Inn." Xiao Hai quickly responded, "But Master Xian, it's still early, do you have to rest so early? We still have a lot of places.
I didn’t go shopping.”
"No more shopping, I have something else to do." Tang Hui once again took out a low-grade spiritual stone from his storage bag and handed it to Xiaohai and said, "Here, this is your reward. You don't have to follow me. I
I have some personal matters that need to be dealt with."
"No, no, no." Xiao Hai waved his hands quickly and said hurriedly: "Master Immortal, you have already paid your reward. Xiao Hai cannot accept this low-grade spiritual stone, otherwise it will break the rules."
Tang Hui thought for a while, then stuffed it into Xiao Hai's linen robe, and said: "It doesn't matter, the rules are made by people and changed by people. Just treat it as a tip and let's say goodbye."
Xiao Hai's eyes were filled with loneliness, and he said helplessly: "Master Immortal, please go slowly."
In fact, there is one sentence that Xiaohai has never dared to say. He is just a mortal. He took the initiative to be a guide in Weishanfang City, hoping that one day, a certain immortal master would take a fancy to him and say that he has excellent bones and accept him.
As a disciple, it's a pity that everything has been in vain so far.
Tang Hui quickened his pace and walked quickly in the direction mentioned by the half-year-old boy Xiaohai. He did not enter Tongfu Inn, but continued to move forward quickly and entered a dead end. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He had always been the one to loot.
Others, some people now actually regard him as a fat sheep and want to rob him.
What is intolerable is unbearable.
Soon, the wretched-looking young Taoist priest with a deer head and rat eyes gathered two helpers, and the three of them appeared on the way to the dead end at the same time, with proud smiles.
The wretched-looking Taoist priest with a deer head and rat eyes spoke up and said, "Run, run, I'll see where you go."
Tang Hui remained silent and began to communicate with the stone sword in Lingtai's consciousness.
"Hurry up and hand over all the storage bags on your body." The Taoist priest with a wretched appearance with a deer head and rat eyes pulled out the long sword from his waist, flashed a cold light and said: "Don't bother me to do it myself, I can spare your life.
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"Can you leave a pair of underwear on?" Tang Hui's smile gradually widened.
"Pants?"
"Ha ha."
"This kid is so funny."
The three of them laughed wildly and walked further and further, completely unaware of the sarcastic smile in Tang Hui's eyes. The three monks in the Qi Refining Stage actually had the audacity to rob the Foundation Establishment Stage monk.
It is true that the chicken has surrendered itself to the weasel for hundreds of years.
Ge Di, a sword light shot out. Before the three of them could react, the smiles instantly froze on their faces. Three big heads rose into the sky, blood sprayed out, and the headless corpse fell on its back.
"If you kill people, kill people. No matter how long-winded you are, it's a bunch of ###."
Tang Hui slowly put the long stone sword back into the sea of consciousness on the spiritual platform between his eyebrows, reached out and groped for the three corpses on the roof, found three storage bags, swept them with his spiritual sense, spit, and cursed:
"You are still a robber. You only have a few hundred low-grade spiritual stones, a decent magic weapon, no pills, and no skills. You are three poor people."
Immediately, Tang Hui flicked out three fireballs, destroying the corpses and extinguishing traces. He said to himself: "I just don't want to kill people. It doesn't mean that I don't dare to kill people. They are a bunch of miserable people."
Then, Tang Hui walked out of the dead end carelessly and walked towards Tongfu Inn.
The shopkeeper of Tongfu Inn is a middle-aged man with a stout body. When Tang Hui approached the counter, the shopkeeper was making calculations. When he saw Tang Hui, he casually said: "Does the immortal master work as a top or stay in the hotel?"
"How many spiritual stones will it cost to stay for one day?" Tang Hui couldn't wait to study this fingernail-sized piece of jade, and said to the shopkeeper, "I want a single room."
"Ten low-grade spiritual stones."
The shopkeeper continued to settle the accounts and said without looking back.
"Are there any cheaper ones?" Tang Hui frowned. Ten low-grade spiritual stones were indeed a bit expensive. You could buy ten dozen talisman papers.
"No. The cheapest room in our store is ten low-grade spiritual stones. Master, do you want to live there or not?" The shopkeeper stopped fiddling with the abacus for a moment, turned around and looked at Tang Hui and said.
"Stay." Tang Hui had just made a small fortune, so he didn't care about the ten low-grade spiritual stones. He took out ten low-grade spiritual stones from the storage bag and placed them on the wooden counter.
"Waiter, take the Immortal Master upstairs to Room No. 2." The shopkeeper collected ten low-grade spiritual stones, continued to fiddle with the abacus, and shouted towards the inner hall.
"Okay." There was a quick response from the inner hall. A boy named Yi Ming Shi, about seven or eight years old, wearing a felt hat on his head and a white towel on his shoulders, bent slightly and with a flattering smile,
Appeared in front of Tang Hui and said: "Master Immortal, please come upstairs."
Tang Hui nodded and climbed up the stairs. The wooden stairs were old and made a creaking sound. The waiter hurriedly followed.