Yang Di guessed that this old stall owner probably got the plants from the mountains himself, simply pruned and planted them, and then sold them.
Nowadays, people in big cities like to keep potted plants, but this business does exist in the countryside.
Most of the things sold by Xiaolaoer are not unique, the traces of artificial cultivation are almost invisible, and the varieties are complex.
Yang Di valued a dark, low tree covered with needles. The small tree had branches as winding as horned dragons, and branches and leaves as black and shiny as inky jade. It looked very strange in appearance, but it was a pity that it was about to rot and wither.
It looks like it hasn't been watered for a long time.
But in fact, the potted plants suddenly became very wet, giving people the feeling that they were sick and about to die.
Dragon jade ink vine!
Such a name appeared in Yang Di's mind. He watched it carefully. The more he looked, the drier his mouth became and he almost cried out in excitement.
It is definitely the legendary Dragon Jade Ink Vine. This is an extremely precious elixir. It is not inferior to the precious elixirs obtained from the old monk before. It is of great use in refining many elixirs.
The most important thing is that if it is a living elixir, it can be carefully cultivated, because in this way the elixir may further transform. It is immeasurable to what extent a good elixir can transform.
In ancient times, powerful alchemists would often take great pains and spend a lot of money to cultivate a few precious medicines. In many cases, those amazing treasure pills came from this way.
In fact, what the alchemist hopes to cultivate is not only elixirs, spiritual insects, but even spiritual snakes and spiritual beasts. As long as the quality is excellent, they all have the potential to transform.
Most of the things Yang Di got from the old monk had been picked for a long time, and some were even full of the smell of vicissitudes of life. If it weren't for the seal, I'm afraid the essence of the treasure would have been almost gone.
This dragon jade ink vine is countless times more precious than the best elixirs that Yang Di took people to the mountains to pick before.
At that time, Yang Di thought about getting one or two plants to take with him and cultivate them carefully. His ancestors had taught him many ancient methods for transforming elixirs a long time ago.
But later, Yang Di gave up again. He felt that his vision should be higher. Since he had to cultivate it carefully, he naturally had to choose a valuable medicine that was outstanding enough.
Because the more precious the elixir is, the greater its potential for transformation!
The things that Yang Di got earlier, such as asparagus, etc., have limited space for transformation.
However, now this dragon jade ink vine, even if it was placed in a place with strong spiritual energy, was the dream of countless alchemists in ancient times. If we can see it again in this world, Yang Di feels like a dream, and it feels very unreal.
"Young man, which pot have you chosen? Old man, I dug the plants myself from the mountains, so the price is easy to negotiate!" The bare-chested old man squatting behind the stall saw that there was business coming to his door, and he jumped out of his chair.
He got up, threw down his banana fan, and said hello with a smile.
"Old man, how much does that pot cost?" Yang Di didn't pretend to be pretentious and said frankly that he wanted to buy the sick vine.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong with you? Even if my mother said you can be casual, don't be so awesome." Before the little old man could respond, Ning Yunzhu, who was bored by the side, widened his eyes and yelled dissatisfied:
"That pot is so black that it looks like it has been smoked. It looks ugly and has no sense of art. Don't you see that it is about to die?"
Originally, she didn't have high requirements, as long as it was pleasing to the eye, but the pot that Yang Di was now interested in was really of poor quality, what a shame!
"Girl, don't make trouble, that's what I want to buy." Yang Di secretly sent a message.
"Oh." Ning Yunzhu suddenly realized, scratched his head and said nothing.
"Haha, young people seem to be very knowledgeable. I have been digging plants for more than 20 years. To be honest, I can't even tell you the name of this pot of plants." The little old man narrowed his eyes, and there was a sense of boasting in his words.
This thing must be very valuable.
Yang Di secretly cursed for being cunning. This old man didn't even know what the plant was, so he just wanted to increase his worth. It seemed like he was selling antiques.
"Let's be honest, old man, how much do you want to sell it for?" Yang Di didn't waste any time and asked quickly to cut through the mess.
Now, it was the little old man's turn to be in trouble. Decades of experience in doing business told him that the value of that unnamed plant might be very high, otherwise this young man would not have taken a fancy to it.
The most bizarre thing was that the vine tree seemed to be unable to survive no matter how hard he tried at home. His previous experience in growing precious potted plants seemed to have no effect on this dark vine tree.
Generally speaking, good plants are very delicate and difficult to maintain, so the old man deduced from this that they must be good things. Unfortunately, after asking many colleagues, no one could recognize what kind of plant it was.
The problem now is that the dark vine tree seems to be dying. It seems that it cannot be saved. The old man originally planned to give up for 2,000 yuan, but it doesn't work. It can be cheaper, otherwise the vine tree will wither.
Then it can only be used as firewood.
However, now that he saw how concerned someone was, the little old man had already changed his attention. He frowned and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Eighty thousand!"
The old man felt guilty after shouting out this price. He had been digging plants in the mountains for more than 20 years, and the best price he had ever sold was only more than 30,000 yuan.
Those are two purple magnolias with side-by-side stems. They are famous treasures and can naturally be sold for a good price.
But now this vine tree is not in good condition and is dying. The asking price of 80,000 yuan is indeed a bit bluffing.
Yang Di is not stupid either. He knows that this old man is asking for a lot of money, but he is not too expensive. He is willing to spend 80 million on this pot of dragon jade and ink vine.
But the problem is, now is not the time to pretend to be rich. Yang Di guesses that if he agrees with all his heart, even if he acts very calmly, this cunning old man will change his mind immediately.
Therefore, after hearing this, Yang Di sneered: "Old man, why do I think you regard this thing as a treasure? If you don't want to sell it, just say so!"
"Ahem...my friend said this vine tree is worth that price..." The little old man laughed dryly, his face getting hot.
I just felt that the asking price was a bit outrageous, and when Yang Di said that, I became even more embarrassed. I just didn't want to admit it because of face, so I pushed the problem to the so-called "misleading by good friends".
While the two were playing scheming, near the Flower Street of the Flower and Bird Market, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, sunglasses, and a black felt hat was wandering around.
Passers-by noticed that he was blind, and out of politeness, they all gave way. However, this middle-aged man walked steadily. He did not use a pathfinder stick or a guide dog, and he walked with ease.
Even a little leisurely.
"What an amazing hearing!" Passers-by couldn't help but gasped. This was the first time they encountered such a powerful blind person.
Some people also whispered that he was pretending to be blind, pretending to be blind to gain sympathy even though he was not blind.
The middle-aged man didn't seem to care. He walked through the crowd and stopped for a moment when he encountered a place selling wild flowers and plants along the way.
Suddenly, while passing by a crossroads, he paused and sniffed.
"Such a strong divine fluctuation, it seems that I finally found a treasure today, hahaha..." After a few breaths, the middle-aged man looked overjoyed, and then quickly got into the crowd of Flower Street.
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On the street, the bargaining was coming to an end. Seeing that Yang Di had "lost" his patience and turned to leave, the little old man finally nodded.
The transaction price reached by both parties was 10,000 yuan, which was quite different from the quotation requested by the little old man.