"Lao Luo, now that you are old, don't you want to find a Taoist companion?" Bai Qingzhou blew the wontons in the spoon and asked with a smile.
"Hey! Who said I don't have a Taoist partner! Not only do I have a Taoist partner, I also have a daughter!" Lao Luo said with a smile while standing in front of the stall.
It has been more than a month since the transaction with the Shennong Association was successful. Today, Bai Qingzhou found that he had finished eating the monster meat, so he was too lazy to cook and came to Lao Luo to eat a bowl of wontons to cope with it.
"Oh?" Bai Qingzhou looked strange after hearing this. He took a mouthful of wontons and said while chewing: "Then why haven't I seen your Taoist companion come over to help you with your business?"
Bai Qingzhou has been here many times, and he is always the only one in Lao Luo's stall. He has never seen his so-called Taoist companion and daughter.
"Hey! That woman ran away, and I don't know where she went..." Lao Luo waved his hands indifferently and continued to work on his work.
"What about your daughter?"
"She is just a mortal. She can't go out casually. I usually tell her to stay at home."
"Huh? Didn't you say that the shanty towns were a mixed bag of good and bad and very chaotic? How dare you leave her alone?" Bai Qingzhou was surprised.
"It's okay, what will happen if you just stay at home?" Lao Luo said carelessly.
"Okay." Bai Qingzhou responded simply, picked up the bowl and pulled it a few times with chopsticks, drank the wontons and soup, wiped his mouth with his hand after drinking, and touched his belly comfortably.
This wonton still tastes so good...
"Bang!"
Bai Qingzhou took out two taels of gold, slapped it on the table, and then stood up, "Let's go, I have to buy some monster meat back. I may not come to you much during this time."
"Young Taoist Bai is really diligent and frugal, not like a disciple of a sect." Lao Luo came over to put away the gold and said with a smile.
In his impression, Bai Qingzhou, as a disciple of the sect, usually looks like a casual cultivator. He is very frugal and not as generous as ordinary disciples of the sect.
After all, few disciples of the sect cook by themselves.
"Haha, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure is the best way, let's go!" Bai Qingzhou laughed and walked forward.
"Okay! Fellow Daoist Bai, walk slowly!"
Bai Qingzhou walked slowly towards the center of the market.
Having enough food and drink made him feel happy, and he looked at the novel items in the stalls from time to time.
When I see something that I like and is not expensive, I will buy it.
moment.
Bai Qingzhou walked up to a stall, looked at the price tag in front, and couldn't help but ask:
"Zhang Daoyou, is the price of meat so cheap today?"
This stall is the meat stall of Heiyuan Shuangsha and his wife.
At this time, the price tag clearly stated: [Black Ape Meat]: one hundred and twenty kilograms, a piece of low-grade spiritual stone.
"If we don't lower the price, this meat will smell bad. It won't last long, so we have to sell it at a low price tonight." Zhang Yao said with a smile.
Bai Qingzhou nodded slightly, expressing his understanding. He was not familiar with these things before. He bought fifty kilograms of monster meat for the first time. However, it started to smell not long after eating it, and he had to throw it away. It was a waste.
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Monster meat is somewhat different from ordinary beast meat. Because it contains spiritual energy, its shelf life is much longer than that of beast meat, but it still cannot last too long.
"You have been in the animal meat business for a long time, why don't you buy some [ice cube charms]?" Bai Qingzhou asked strangely.
In his impression, to prevent monster meat from expiration, [Ice Cube Talisman] or some ice-attribute spells can be used to keep it fresh and frozen to extend its shelf life.
Peng Peng interjected: "Fellow Taoist Bai is joking, the [Ice Cube Talisman] is so expensive and we can't afford it. We might as well catch it after it's sold out..."
"It makes sense..." Bai Qingzhou nodded slightly, then grinned and said, "Okay, give me a thirty-pound cut."
Because Zhang Yao and his wife have fair prices, fresh meat, and [black ape meat] is really delicious, Bai Qingzhou will come to their stall every time to buy.
"Okay!" Zhang Yao responded, immediately picked up the knife on the table and started cutting the meat.
"How much?"
Peng Peng on the side smiled and said: "Twenty taels of gold will be enough."
...
Bai Qingzhou returned to the yard with the newly purchased monster meat. He first placed the meat in the kitchen, cleaned it and then entered the room.
His eyes couldn't help but look at a very secret place in the room, where more than 300 spiritual stones from the herbal trade were placed. Since Bai Qingzhou's successful transaction, the obtained spiritual stones have been hidden here without any movement.
He walked over slowly, took it out carefully, opened the bag and counted it carefully.
After confirming that it was correct, Bai Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, then put it close to his body and lay on the bed.
I will use these spirit stones tomorrow...
Just two days ago, Zheng Sizhong from the Shennong Association suddenly came over to tell him that the head of his family had finally successfully refined the [Foundation Building Pill].
Moreover, there will be an auction at the Wanbao Pavilion auction tomorrow, so I informed myself to go and participate.
"After getting the [Foundation Building Pill], go back to the mountain gate. I haven't gone back for more than three months..." Bai Qingzhou thought in his heart.
A night of silence.
The morning light was bright, and Bai Qingzhou arrived at the entrance of Wanbao Pavilion on time.
Wanbao Pavilion sells a wide variety of items. It organizes a small auction every other month, a medium-sized auction in March, and a large-scale auction every year.
Although it is located in Luogufang, it is not a member of the Wuji Alliance.
It is said that it is a chain store, with branches not only in the Wuji League area, but also throughout Lizhou. It has a strong background and makes people afraid to mess with it.
Therefore, in Luogufang, all auctions are held in Wanbao Pavilion. After all, it has a powerful background and its credibility can be guaranteed.
As the only auction venue in Luogufang, there is another medium-sized auction held once in March. At this time, the number of people is several times more than usual, and it is very lively.
Bai Qingzhou was queuing up, and two waves of people from the sect met in front of him. The leaders of each were reminiscing at the entrance of Wanbao Pavilion, talking loudly. The people behind him dressed as disciples were standing respectfully with their hands tied, and the other casual people who were blocked by the door were chatting loudly.
Xiudu could only wait together.
Bai Qingzhou had seen these two leaders in the Fang City Arena. They were the heads of the two sects of the Wuji League. Their cultivation levels were both in the foundation building stage, so the casual cultivators at the back did not dare to make mistakes, or even
Dare to show any dissatisfaction.
"Please! Head Li!"
"Please!"
After waiting for a long time, the two foundation-building monks greeted each other to come in, and then Bai Qingzhou could slowly follow the flow of people inside.
This is the first time Bai Qingzhou has entered the auction hall. It is very large and is divided into two floors. The upper floor is for private rooms and the lower floor is for scattered seats, which are distributed in a fan shape around the auction table.
Bai Qingzhou saw the two leaders stepping up to the second-floor box. He did not buy a ticket for the box, so he could only enter the hall and find a seat to sit down.
There is a number engraved on the seat, and his position is number sixty-seven.
The stage of the auction house is similar to that of a common stage. There is a young monk on it who is holding many small things and introducing them. Bidding sounds can be heard from below from time to time, but the bidding is very low, obviously to liven up the atmosphere.
People kept coming in from outside, and after most of the seats were occupied, an old man with a white beard came up from behind the curtain and began to take over the work of the young monk.
"Welcome fellow Taoists to Wanbao Pavilion. Today's auction officially begins! There are a total of thirty-six items in this medium-sized auction. The finale item is a third-level elixir. The highest bidder will get it. Okay, now I
Let me introduce the first thing first..."
The old monk kept introducing the auction items, and the casual monks below also kept bidding.
His ability to control the field is obviously very good, and the auction items are also of high quality, and the atmosphere in the field is slowly rising.
Because Bai Qingzhou often goes to the market, he has seen most of the items auctioned at this time, but this is his first time to participate in the auction, and he looks at it with great interest.
"The eighth piece, yellow level top grade, [Wind Chi Flying Sword]! This is a flying magic weapon! I don’t need to say more about the flying sword-shaped flying magic weapon. It is the most difficult to forge, but among all flying magic weapons
, the speed is also the fastest! The starting price is... one hundred and fifty yuan for low-grade spiritual stones!"
As soon as the old monk finished speaking, there was a shout of bidding from the audience.
"One hundred and eighty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones!"
"Two hundred dollars!"
"Two hundred and fifty dollars!"
...
The appearance of Feijian quickly heated up the scene. There were calls for price increases, and many casual cultivators shouted excitedly.
However, as the price increased, casual practitioners on the first floor gradually withdrew from the competition and were unable to bid loudly. It began to become a battle for the private rooms on the second floor.
Bai Qingzhou was also very enthused. The flying magic weapon-like flying sword was not only fast, but could also be used as a weapon. Although its lethality was lower than ordinary magic weapons, it could fly and attack. The two functions were extremely useful.
convenient.
Unfortunately, he didn't have any money. Although he had more than 300 spiritual stones in his hand, none of them belonged to him, so he could only watch helplessly as the box above was finally sold for 330 low-grade spiritual stones.
The Feijian auction was completed and the auction continued on the stage. Sometimes it was quiet and sometimes it was lively. Soon, Bai Qingzhou waited for the item he wanted.
"The twentieth item, the second-level elixir, [Foundation Building Pill]! Haha, this is also an item that must be available in our medium-sized auction. Its function is to increase the success rate of foundation building. It is a must-have elixir for ninth-level Qi refining monks!
The old rules, starting price, eighty spiritual stones!"
Seeing the old monk take out the elixir, Bai Qingzhou knew that it was his turn to play.
Generally speaking, [Foundation Building Pill] is used by monks at the ninth level of Qi Refining, so there were not many people bidding at the beginning, only a few people here and there. Bai Qingzhou was not in a hurry and waited quietly for the price to increase.
"Eighty-five!"
"eighty eight!"
...
Scattered sounds sounded in the field.
"Fellow Taoist No. 24 bids 105 spiritual stones. Is there any higher price?" the old monk shouted loudly from above.
The sound passed through a special magic circle and was clearly transmitted to the ears of many monks.
"One hundred and twenty yuan!" Bai Qingzhou raised his hand and shouted.
Seeing that no one spoke up, Bai Qingzhou immediately raised the original price by fifteen spiritual stones, hoping to force out the bidder.
"Okay! Fellow Daoist No. 67 bids one hundred and twenty yuan!" The old monk said with joy in his eyes.
Bai Qingzhou could feel that after he spoke out, many eyes immediately looked at him.
But he didn't look sideways, pretending to be indifferent, and looked at the field calmly.
"One hundred and twenty-one!"
There was a voice again, and Bai Qingzhou's heart sank. He didn't expect that this person would continue to bid.
But he couldn't give up and immediately shouted: "One hundred and thirty yuan!"
"One hundred and thirty-one!"
"One hundred and forty dollars!"
"One hundred and forty-one!"
...
The constant bidding made Bai Qingzhou feel excited and angrier. This person only added one spiritual stone every time and refused to give up, seemingly targeting himself.
The familiar monks in the field began to whisper to each other, and began to speculate whether the two had some grudges or gossip.
"One hundred and eighty yuan!" Bai Qingzhou spoke again, his voice trembling.
This is already beyond the price of ordinary [Foundation Building Pill].
"Okay! Fellow Taoist No. 67 bids 180 yuan! Is there any increase in price?" the old monk shouted at the top of his lungs.
There was silence.
"One hundred and eighty yuan! Once!"
Seeing that no one made a sound, the old monk shouted again.
"the second time!"
Bai Qingzhou was also frightened when he heard this, fearing that the man would speak again.
Fortunately, in the end, the monk stopped bidding.