Cuishan is not too high. Liang Yan and the two walked up the mountain road. When they were halfway up the mountain, several pedestrians gradually appeared around them. Most of them were young people of seventeen or eighteen years old, and there were also some middle-aged people.
Liang Yan glanced at them and knew that these were all immortal cultivators. He suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He was obviously only at the first level of Qi training, but the cultivation levels of the people around him fell into his mind exactly. For example,
The young man in black on the left, Liang Yan knew at a glance that he was at the second level of Qi training. Another example was the strong man in yellow shirt in front. He knew clearly that he was at the third level of Qi training.
Liang Yan was puzzled and looked at the old monk again, but he still only saw a haggard and dull old man with no aura in his body. He was just an ordinary mortal.
Of course, Liang Yan would not regard the old monk as a mortal. After thinking about it, it should be the magical effect of the exercises taught by the old monk. Since practicing this exercise, Liang Yan obviously feels that his hearing, eyesight, and intuition are more sensitive than before.
More than ten times.
While he was thinking, the people rushing around suddenly stopped. Liang Yan looked up and saw a white mist in front of him, so white that there was no end in sight.
The people around seemed to have been prepared, and they all took out a talisman and flicked it in the air. The talisman caught fire in the wind, spun and landed in front of the owner, and then dived into the white mist, as if leading the way.
Generally speaking, those who sacrificed the talismans quickly followed and disappeared into the white mist.
Liang Yan asked curiously: "What are those?"
"Lu Yin." The old monk said without looking back.
"Oh, then why don't we?"
"No need, just follow me closely." The old monk said and strode into the white mist. Liang Yan followed closely behind him. As soon as he entered the white mist, he felt a cold feeling coming over him. Fortunately, there was a monk there.
Lead the way and you won't be afraid of any danger when you arrive.
After wandering around in the fog for an unknown amount of time, suddenly their eyes lit up and the two of them finally walked out of the white fog.
Liang Yan looked up along the mountain road and saw a quaint small town located halfway up the mountain. The houses were scattered here and there, with red bricks and blue tiles. People were coming and going on the streets, which was very lively.
When I walked into the town, I realized that these people were all monks. There were many people sitting on the ground on both sides of the street, and street stalls had been set up here. Some of the stalls were deserted, while others were crowded.
After all, Liang Yan was young and liked the excitement. It was the first time he saw so many cultivators gathering and he couldn't help but go to a crowded stall.
I saw a horse-faced man sitting on the ground, lowering his head and concentrating on reading a book, as if the people watching in front of him had nothing to do with him.
There are various props on the ground, including several thread-bound books, a pot of green powder, a blue knife, and a simple long sword.
There was a faint aura over the long sword, and it was clear at first glance that it was not an extraordinary object. Most of the eyes of the people around it also fell on this ancient long sword, but they obviously knew that it was expensive, and no one took the lead to ask.
Liang Yan thought to himself: "I have been practicing with the old monk for many days, and I usually rely on a pair of physical fists to fight with others. It's time to find a handy weapon."
He traveled around the world with the old monk on weekdays, and also did some robbing from the rich and giving to the poor. He still had quite a bit of money on him, so he asked: "How much money does it cost before I am willing to sell this long sword?"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd around him immediately looked at him like a monster. Even the horse-faced stall owner who had his head down reading also raised his head and looked at him with a strange look on his face.
After a while, the crowd burst into laughter. Some people were staggering with laughter, and someone else shouted: "Where did you come from, a country boy? Did he follow his master to gain experience?"
A young woman in green clothes couldn't help laughing and said: "Little brother, are you a descendant of which family nearby? Don't you know that this Cuishan Exchange Meeting is a gathering of cultivators. Ordinary silver cannot be used, and spiritual stones are needed to trade.
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As soon as these words came out, Liang Yan immediately blushed. He had been smart since he was a child, but he had never been so embarrassed when he was so old. He thought to himself: "This old monk is so unrighteous. He has been practicing for so long and has never said anything to me.
The matter of the spiritual stone." Thinking about it, he turned around angrily, but unexpectedly, he turned around and found that the old monk had already disappeared.
Liang Yan suddenly thought: "What's wrong, could it be that the old monk was short of money and couldn't save his face, so he left me here and ran away early?" The old monk's only possessions were a rag monk's robe, Liang Yanyue said
The more I think about it, it seems possible. Could it be that he really ran away?
When I was thinking wildly, a voice suddenly came from my ear: "I have something to do, so you can take a walk first and come find me in the Tianzi Room of Piaoyun Hotel in the town in the evening."
Liang Yan knew that this was the old monk's secret message, and he felt at ease. So he wandered around the town, taking a look at every stall he encountered on the road. Since he didn't have any spiritual stones, he just treated it as a spectator.
Unconsciously, it was evening. Liang Yan got up from a stall and was about to go to the Piaoyun Hotel. Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. Liang Yan turned around and saw two men and one woman standing behind him.
A girl in red, a short and fat boy, and an elegant man, all three of them are around seventeen or eighteen years old. Except for the elegant man who is at the second level of Qi training, the other two are all at the first level.
Now the elegant young man was looking at him with a smile.
"I have met my Taoist friend, Chen Chong. Do you know your surname?"
Liang Yan hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists and said, "Liang Yan."
Chen Chong smiled boldly and said: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Liang. Let me introduce to you. This is Fellow Daoist Tang Yantang, and this is Fellow Daoist Xu Kun Xu."
Liang Yan nodded one by one. Chen Chong then said, "Fellow Daoist Liang has been looking here for a long time without making any move. He probably doesn't like these things."
Liang Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, "It's a lie if you don't like it, but it's true if you can't afford it." However, it was impossible to say this, so he could only nod his head and said: "It's true that there are no good products."
Chen Chong's eyes lit up: "So, Taoist Liang, like us, is rushing to the mountaintop auction tomorrow?"
Liang Yan was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously said: "What auction?"
Chen Chong and the others looked strange, "You don't know about the auction on the top of Cuishan Mountain? I wonder if you are a member of the He Zongmen or a descendant of any immortal cultivating family?"
Liang Yan thought to himself: "I don't have any sect. I followed a lazy monk and refused to allow myself to be his disciple. I don't understand the common sense of the world of immortality. I am really embarrassed today."
Although he thought so in his heart, he still smiled on the surface and said: "Young Taoist Chen don't know something. My master is a casual cultivator. I have followed him to practice hard in the mountains since I was a child. This time I was ordered to go out to the mountains to gain experience."
After hearing this, Chen Chong smiled gently and said: "So we are disciples of casual cultivators. In fact, the three of us are also casual cultivators. Although the sect is good, it is not as free as us. It's just that the casual cultivators are alone. When we meet outside, we still unite and help each other."
Better."
Liang Yan nodded in agreement.
"Since Fellow Daoist Liang doesn't know about this mountaintop auction, let me introduce it to you. Speaking of this Cuishan Exchange Meeting, it is hosted by the outer courtyard of Yixing Pavilion, the largest sect of immortal cultivation in Zhao State. Every once in a while, Yixing Pavilion will
Three types of exchange meetings are held across the country, large, medium and small, during which everyone can exchange practice experiences, sell or exchange various spiritual weapons, elixirs and materials."
"The Cuishan Exchange Meeting like ours is a small exchange meeting, specially designed for monks who have just started to practice Qi to exchange their knowledge."
"I see, Liang Yan has been taught a lesson, so what's going on at the mountaintop auction?"
"Young Daoist Liang doesn't know something. The surrounding area of this exchange meeting is filled with some inconspicuous groceries. No one will use the good things to set up street stalls. Just like what Brother Liang saw just now, didn't he find what he likes? Really good things.
, all at the mountaintop auction tomorrow night.”
After hearing this, Liang Yan looked like he suddenly realized: "Don't you know what are the requirements for participating in this mountaintop auction?"
Chen Chong said with a smile: "There are no conditions, but the participants are usually from nearby cultivating families or sects, and they are familiar with each other. Taoist friend Liang has lived in the mountains for a long time and is quite unfamiliar. Maybe the gatekeepers will make things difficult for them."
Liang Yan sighed: "So, this auction is still not for me."
"That's not the case. In fact, Chen's cousin is a disciple of the famous Tanshan Sect nearby, and he happened to be selected as one of the disciples to assist in patrolling this auction. When the time comes, he will come to help, and we can also go in and join in the fun.
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"It makes Liang Yan feel bad for causing trouble to Brother Chen."
Chen Chong said sternly: "Brother Liang, what are you talking about? I just said that we casual disciples should help each other outside. Going to the auction this time will also give us a lot of experience."
Liang Yan thought to himself that nothing happened. Since the other party invited him so kindly, he couldn't refuse. He nodded immediately and said, "Then I'll thank Brother Chen first."
Chen Chong said with a smile: "Of course it is, then we agree to meet here tomorrow night at Hai hour and set off together."
Liang Yan nodded, joked with everyone again, and then left. When he arrived at Piaoyun Inn, it was already evening. After asking the shopkeeper, he found the Tianzi Room. To his surprise, it was actually a VIP room.
"When did the old bald donkey get rich?" Thinking like this, he pushed the door open and went in.
The old monk was in the house, sitting at the tea table with his hands clasped together, as if he was meditating. Seeing that Liang Yan was unhappy, he asked, "How is it? Is there anything you like today?"
It was okay if I didn't ask, but Liang Yan got angry when he asked. He rolled his eyes and said angrily: "There are so many things that I want to see, but I can't spend the money."
The old monk knew that he was mocking him, but he was not angry. He smiled slightly, took out a small cloth bag from behind like a magic trick, and handed it to Liang Yan.
Liang Yan subconsciously reached out to take it and glanced at it, "Could this be the legendary storage bag?" When he opened the small bag, he was completely shocked and saw a hundred spiritual stones neatly stacked inside.
"This old monk has been out for a day, could he have gathered this spiritual stone for me?" As soon as this strange idea came to his mind, Liang Yan felt incredible. This old man was usually so poor that he didn't even have the money to buy a steamed bun, but now he suddenly
To scrape together such a large sum of money.
Thinking that he might have gained something from this exchange meeting, and I don’t know if he has endured any hardships, I felt sour in my heart. I wanted to open my mouth to say thank you, but he has been proud since he was a child, so he opened his mouth half-open for a while.
I'm speechless.
Seeing his strange look, the old monk didn't care and continued: "Actually, you need to know that money is something external to the body. We monks value our own cultivation the most. When we encounter something that can increase our cultivation and strength, we will take action when it's time to do so. In fact,
This is also the reason why some good things often have a price but no market.”
Liang Yan took a deep breath and said, "Young man, I remember."
The old monk nodded with satisfaction and said, "Go and do today's homework."
There was no conversation all night. Early the next morning, the old monk went out again. After yesterday's incident, Liang Yan was not worried and just meditated alone in the inn to practice Qi.
The day passed by in a hurry, and it was night in a blink of an eye. Liang Yan came back to his senses from meditating. He was the only one in the inn, and there was no old monk. He looked out the window and saw the street. There were only twos and threes on the street, and most of the people had closed their stalls.
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"Is the old monk going to be late to come back today?"
"Well, after calculating the time, it's time to meet up. I'll go to that auction first to see if there's anything good." With this thought in his mind, Liang Yan stood up and put the storage bag given by the old monk into it.
With his arms in his arms, he pushed open the door and stepped outside.