I don’t know if it was an illusion, but what I saw was clearly a palm-sized ink ingot, but Gongliang felt like he was looking at Mount Tai from the foot of a mountain, out of reach.
I couldn't help but ask the old man: "What level of cultivation is required to use this ink ingot?"
"I'm afraid you have to be supreme or above!" The old man himself didn't seem to know.
Supreme?
Gongliang's face twitched slightly, and he counted with his fingers. He was now in the realm of Xuan Ming, and the higher ones were True Self, Huanji, Dunyi, Shengkui, and Supreme. There are five more realms needed to reach Supreme. This ink ingot requires cultivation of Supreme or above.
, it can be used at least if you are in the Taixu realm. I am far behind six major realms, not to mention the small realms in each realm. I don’t know when I will be able to use it, maybe I will never need it. After all, I am not good at making talismans.
, and I can’t draw, so it’s useless to come.
However, thinking of the old man's doubtful words, he asked: "Don't you know it too?"
The old man shook his head and said: "How do you know? This ink was made by Wu Xiezi, the master of ink making, who went into the vast jungle and the endless sea to collect materials and refined it. It is said that on the day it was made, the sky and the earth thundered, and it was terrifying. He originally made it
A piece of ink finally becomes an ingot. You can imagine how precious this ink is.
After the old man got this ink, he kept it high up. Some people wanted to buy it, but they were rejected as soon as they came across it. Even the great scholars in the academy were like this.
I think this Mo already has a soul and is looking for the Ming Lord, but the fate has not come yet."
Gongliang felt that the old man was a bit ridiculous. It was just an ink stick for use. It was okay to say it was precious, but to say that a soul requires fate, wasn't that telling a fairy tale?
The old man probably knew that he didn't believe it, so he simply stopped talking and asked: "The guest hasn't said whether the ink ingots he needs are for his own use or for others?"
"If someone else wants to use it, she will transform into a mortal realm and be a girl."
"What a transformation! I think the fragrance of plum blossoms is the best."
The old man walked to the counter and took out an ink stick from a grid above and showed it to Gong Liang. "Plum blossom ink is made from plum smoke and plum pollen powder. It has a faint plum blossom fragrance. Girls like this the most."
Floral scented ink. In addition to plum blossom scented ink, there are also ink tablets with osmanthus scent, orchid scent, viburnum scent, chrysanthemum scent, etc. The cultivation level of transformation into mortal realm is not much different from that of spiritual transformation, so there is no need to distinguish too clearly when using ink.
Ink from the spirit transformation realm can also be used, but the ink needs to be lighter."
Gongliang held the plum blossom scented ink to his nose and smelled it. There was indeed a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.
"How do you calculate this ink ingot?"
"It's your first time here. I'll give you a discount and you can take away a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."
"So expensive?"
Gong Liang felt that this old man was a bit of a murderer. A bottle of pills only cost less than a hundred low-grade spiritual stones. This old guy dared to ask for a hundred mid-grade spiritual stones for a small ink ingot!
"Why is it expensive? Think about it, customer, if you buy an elixir, you can only take one pill once, but this ink ingot is ground with the spiritual spring, and one ink ingot can be used for at least a year or even longer. Do you think it will be expensive?"
As the old man said, ink ingots are indeed not very expensive.
But he was a little reluctant to not get a discount. There is no way to buy something without a discount.
So, he asked: "Old man, if I buy more, can I get a discount?"
"This is already the lowest price." The old man was confused.
"I want twenty ink ingots for the mortal realm, ten ink ingots for the spiritual realm, and ten ink ingots for the mysterious realm. Is there any discount for so much?"
"this"
"If it doesn't work, I'll have to look elsewhere."
"Brother, wait a minute."
The old man quickly took Gong Liang's hand. It's true that the students from the academy bought so many ink ingots at one time, but they were very few. Now that they are here, they can't let them go. After thinking for a while, the old man said: "Brother, if you buy so many, it's natural.
Discount. It’s just a hassle to get rid of the price difference. I’ll exchange the money for ink ingots and give you two new ink ingots. What do you think?”
"Yeah, okay." Gongliang thought about it for a moment and nodded.
The old man was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly prepared the ink ingots.
After a while, he pretended to be ready, and Gongliang walked out under the warm greeting of the old man.
In addition to ink, he also bought some pens and paper. As for the inkstone, he didn't need it because he already had it at home. In fact, these things can also be purchased at Miaodao Xianzong, but the price is much higher than Qingyang Academy. After all, these things are sold here.
There are many, and the competition is fierce. How can you sell more if you don't make small profits? It's not like Miaodao Xianzong, where there are only a few sellers, and they are extremely expensive.
After Gongliang bought something, he wandered on the street and looked around. Suddenly he saw the three characters "Mingyue Pavilion" written on the plaque of a tall building in front of him.
He had seen Mingyue Pavilion in Daxia, the Kingdom of God, and the Miaodao Immortal Sect. He did not expect that Qingyang Academy also had one. It seems that the business of Mingyue Pavilion is all over the world!
It's just that he doesn't have anything to buy right now, and he doesn't want to go in to see how this Mingyue Pavilion is different from other Mingyue Pavilions, so he took a quick look and walked to other places.
On the highest floor of Mingyue Pavilion, Ying Huang sat in the middle, and Ashayi sat next to him, grabbing a thick roasted animal leg and eating it.
An old man stood aside, and several women guarded the door.
"Bagong, how is the business at Qingyang Academy lately?"
"Our Mingyue Pavilion's business in the academy has been stagnant, but recently the items from the Great Wilderness have become very popular among the children of the Qingyang Academy, especially the various wines from the Great Wilderness. They were snapped up as soon as they appeared."
"That's it. If you need anything, just contact Mingyue Pavilion of Miaodao Immortal Sect. Someone there will try their best to deliver the goods to you."
"I know."
Gong Liang didn't know that Ying Huang was in Mingyue Pavilion, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously. After all, the two of them didn't have much friendship.
Because there is only one place for business in Qingyang Academy, Fangshi, Fangshi is very large. It is not like other places where there is only one street, but many. There are five or six streets in front and behind Fangshi.
, the business focuses on different things, some sell the four treasures of the study, some sell various musical instruments, some sell spiritual herbs, elixirs, ores, and some sell all kinds of tamed beasts, birds, fish and insects.
In addition to these normal trading shops, there are also some temporary trading stalls.
These stalls are concentrated in the alley of a street at the back. They sell some home-produced things or old things collected from various places. There are all kinds of squares and everything.
Gongliang was also curious, so he walked over to have a look.
Migu's big belly has been digested, and he starts to flap his wings and fly around daddy, but he doesn't dare to fly too far. Sometimes he still sits on daddy's neck and looks around. Guer follows Gongliang closely.
Afraid of losing it.
"Little guy, if you want anything, come over here and take a look. I guarantee it's cheap."
As Gongliang walked and looked, a tall man with a beard saw him and shouted to him.
Gongliang didn't care where he was going. After hearing his words, he walked over.
When I took a look at his stall, I found that they were all old books, torn paper, bald pens, useless bottles and cans and other common items. But it can’t be said that there are no good things, just take the barrel of the bald pen as an example.
, some pen tubes are good.
It's just that these are of no use to Gongliang. After looking at them for a few times, he was about to leave.
Suddenly, he saw a faint light passing by next to him. When he looked carefully, he saw a stone placed under the old book. He opened the old book and picked it up. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a broken inkstone.