Journey To Longevity

It's just that during this short distance, the boy kept talking until his sister couldn't help but stop drinking, then he stopped talking with a grievance on his face. But the eyeballs are still rolling around, and I don't know what is thinking in my heart.

Zhang Shiping and the siblings walked together all the way, and they separated when they reached the west of Shengxian Town.

This young man seemed to be going out for the first time, he was curious about everything, he wanted to go over and have a look and touch, he looked more like a pampered secular son. His older sister was more normal. She treated people well along the way, and her vigilance was not low.

I don't know how the Qingli Mountain Lei family educated the younger generation of the family, how could they teach such innocent young people, Zhang Shiping was a little puzzled.

The Zhang family of Baiyuan Mountain pays more attention to the cultivation of the younger generation. The cultivation should be down-to-earth, calm and decisive when encountering problems. When he was sixteen years old, he had more than 20 lives on his hands, but these were all evil bandits in the world, and this kind of killing was something that all the younger generations of the Zhang family had to go through, just to see See blood, practice courage.

In fact, Zhang Shiping had never heard of the Lei family in Qingli Mountain before. After all, the Baimang Mountain Range is so big, and everyone reporting their families is just a name, who knows if it is true or not, after all, it is not the famous Jindan Yuanying master monk, who can remember who?

I'm afraid it's the Zhang family of Baiyuan Mountain, and the siblings on the opposite side don't know where they are?

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The layout of Shengxian Town is simple, with two vertical lines and three horizontal lines.

Two main roads run through the north and south, and there are three secondary roads from east to west. There is a large open space in the middle, where casual practitioners usually set up stalls here. Now a wooden platform with a height of three feet and three feet has been built on it. The disciples were arranging all kinds of silk and red carpets, which looked a little more festive.

And in a few days, the monks of Zhengyangzong will be here, recruiting disciples.

The three of them walked around the high platform, and after walking for a while, they saw many monks sitting cross-legged on the roadside on the west side of the town. In front of each of them was a piece of brown cloth seven feet wide and ten feet long, with some things on it. , more or less, of all kinds. However, on some stalls, there is an extra wooden signboard with large characters written with a brush, and the stall owner wrote down what he urgently needs and lacks. In this way, he saves shouting, and if the passing monks have these things in their hands, they don't need to ask one by one, so everyone is more convenient.

As for why it is more convenient not to sell it to the store, it is all because of the price level.

After parting from the pair of Lei family siblings, Zhang Shiping began to wander around these stalls, without the young man's rambling words in his ears, he suddenly became much cleaner.

These nearby stalls are filled with bottles and jars, or some monster skin scales, minions and bones, as well as various low-year herbal medicines exuding wisps of aura. As for those pills that increase mana, Zhang Shiping walked around half a circle, but he didn't even see any of them. After all, this type of elixir is mostly sold in the big shops in Shengxian Town. As for casual cultivators, they swallow it immediately after they get it, so how can they take it out?

Four years ago, Zhang Tong'an bought a first-tier medium-grade spirit ring magic weapon with earth attribute at the price of a low-grade first-grade magic weapon at a stall in Ziyuefang City near his family. The surface of this set of spirit rings is tightly covered with a layer of bronze, a first-order middle-grade magic weapon, its own aura is not obvious, and with the bronze wrapping, the aura of the magic weapon is even more faint, similar to a first-level magic weapon .

The stall owner was a young casual cultivator, and Zhang Tongan had sharper eyes, so he quietly picked up a big bargain.

At that time, Zhang Shiping still remembered that his father was very happy when he came back and left a deep impression on him.

Therefore, he also wondered whether he could also find good things in the market. It's just that this kind of thing not only depends on eyesight, but also depends on luck.

Over the years, Zhang Shiping spent a total of twelve spirit stones. It's just that what he buys are ordinary things, and he neither earns nor loses.

There are stall owners in the market here, men and women, old and young. Zhang Shiping walked through six or seven stalls. Some of the stall owners were much higher than him. There are also stall owners with very low cultivation bases, who only reached the third level of Qi refining at the age of 40 or 50, and they are probably monks who have become monks halfway.

There are quite a lot of people in the market, but the sound is not too noisy. Many stall owners put their things out, then sat cross-legged in meditation, waiting for others to come to the door, and some stall owners would yell a few times when monks walked by. The monks passing by stopped to take a look if they wanted to, and walked away if they didn't.

A three-legged tripod with excellent literary rhyme, a first-grade top-grade magic weapon, this young master wants to take a look, as long as twenty spirit stones are enough. A shout came suddenly.

He looked for the sound, and the yelling cultivator was a short and fat man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and there were several tripod tripods on the spread in front of him, all of which exuded the aura fluctuations close to the first-order high-grade magic weapon.

Zhang Shiping shook his head, the way the fat man did it was fine, but he didn't agree with this way of selling. After all, how can a monk who is at the fourth level of Qi refining like him have so many good things on hand?

If he was asked to set up a stall, the tripod would only take out one piece, first make a fake, and then mix it with ordinary things. Another point is that he will never use means to stimulate the aura of the magic weapon like that fat man, for fear that others will not see it.

This stall is all about taking the bait for a willing person. It is necessary to make others feel profitable and greedy, so that this person will take the bait.

You think you made money, and I think I made money too. The world is peaceful, everyone is happy, right?

He had done this kind of thing several times before, and it was scattered, and he had dozens of spirit stones in his pocket, which was a huge income.

After half an hour.

The things in the market are real and fake, and there are some things that Zhang Shiping can't understand. He refuses to be insensitive to these things. After this trip, he only made one move, and that was to buy two stacks of yellow paper for making talismans at a stall of a woman in colorful clothes.

One stack of twenty sheets of yellow paper, two stacks of forty sheets.

These yellow papers are soft and high-quality, and he only spent eight spirit stones to buy them, which is cheaper than the shop, which is considered to be a bit of a bargain. But the stall owner is not at a loss. If she bought it directly in the store, she would probably only have seven spirit stones.

This kind of yellow paper is made of a perennial yellow daylily, and the older it is, the better the quality. The yellow daylily withers and grows once a year, and is harvested in autumn when the grass leaves are half green and half yellow, leaving the grass roots, so that the quality of the yellow daylily will become better and better when it grows again in the next year. But after about ten years, the quality of this grass will reach its peak, and the growth will slowly slow down, so it needs to be replanted again!

Zhang Shiping's second elder brother is a good hand at planting spirit grass. He is not good at cultivation, but he has a little talent in immortal planting.

These yellow papers are now all put in Zhang Shiping's back pack, together with a change of clothes and talisman-making things like cinnabar yellow paper Langhao pens, and he has a money bag in his arms, and there is another Middle-grade spirit stones and fourteen low-grade spirit stones.

This spirit stone was exchanged by him from the family with a hundred low-grade spirit stones. In the world of cultivating immortals, the exchange rate between lower, middle and upper third-grade spirit stones is usually one hundred to one. However, because high-quality spirit stones have always been scarce in the world of cultivating immortals, it is normal for one medium-grade spirit stone to be exchanged for one hundred and twenty low-grade spirit stones.

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Unknowingly, Zhang Shiping walked around the market, and was about to turn around and leave when he heard a quarrel, and saw a dozen people around a stall at the entrance and exit. He walked over along the way, and saw a blue-faced old man pulling a brocade-clothed boy in the crowd, and the two were arguing non-stop.

And there is a bronze lamp under the two people's feet. It looks like a lady in deep clothes sitting kneeling. Her outstretched hands originally held the lampstand, but now it is split into two pieces. The bronze lamp body and the lampstand with mottled verdant green roll down under their feet. Go away, full of dust.

This young man is a monk from the Lei family in Qingli Mountain, Zhang Shiping was a little surprised why the other member of the Lei family was not there, so that the young man was taken by the old man. However, he didn't want to get involved in these matters, so he withdrew his gaze, walked past the crowd, and headed towards the intersection.

It's just that this day he didn't do what he wanted, and Lei Mo, who was held by the blue-faced old man, happened to see Zhang Shiping outside the crowd, and shouted loudly: Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang.

When everyone looked over, Zhang Shiping frowned, feeling a little reluctant in his heart, but he couldn't bear the face. After thinking for a while, he stopped, turned around and walked towards the two of them.

The blue-faced old man saw the young man calling someone, and there was a secret joy in his eyes. He immediately grabbed Lei Mo's wrist tightly and shouted in a sharp voice: Who are you? This young man broke something and wanted to kill him. I'm sorry, don't want to run away. You family children are bullying us loose cultivators, if there are many people bullying few people, then I'm not afraid, everyone present is watching!

The blue-faced old man spoke very loudly, Zhang Shiping felt helpless, this old man obviously looked like an old fritters, he set the tone first and set the tone first.

Don't wear a high hat. You don't know who broke the thing? Everyone knows everything in this market, so I don't need to explain it clearly. If this old man wants to solve the matter, then Let's discuss it, if we don't want to be kind, then let's go to the steward of Fangshi to see who is right? Don't talk about the family or casual cultivators, they have bad intentions. Zhang Shiping said in a deep voice.

Then he waved his hand to tell the old man to wait, and he asked Lei Mo, what happened? The young man was a little hesitant to speak, and the bronze lamp split in two as soon as he picked it up. According to the rules of the market, if something is sold, if it breaks, you will naturally have to buy it, but this old man with a blue face asked for an outrageous price. For a bronze lamp with a meager aura, the lion opened his mouth and asked for ten spirit stones.

Who is this replaced by, who can be convinced?

However, the blue-faced old man insisted that the bronze lamp was a magic weapon, because it was split into two pieces, and the aura disappeared after the magic weapon was damaged, and it was something he got from an ancient monk's cave. up.

I'm giving you face by accepting a hundred spirit stones from you. The blue-faced old man muttered.

After Lei Mo heard this, anger welled up in his head.

Come on, come on. Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Zhang Shiping separated them, and he almost understood the matter.

Lei Mo didn't say anything, he was definitely tricked by the old man, but after all, he did it first. When looking at things in this market, Zhang Shiping will never pass them by, so as not to be confused when he gets it. When the blue-faced old man saw Lei Mo, he immediately knew that he was a rookie who had just left the family, and now he has been admitted. If you are stuck, are you willing to let go without gaining anything?

A hundred spirit stones, are you ashamed to say it? Why don't you say it's an ancient treasure for a piece of broken copper and iron? Do you want a piece of spirit stone to pay for your broken iron? Zhang Shiping said.

How is this possible, at least eight spirit stones. The blue-faced old man made an eight gesture.

Just one piece, if it doesn't work, let's go to the senior builder who manages the market. Zhang Shiping understands this kind of casual cultivator quite well, and he must not give in to them.

The blue-faced old man's face changed a few times, and after being persuaded by a nearby stall owner who was watching the excitement, he reluctantly said: It's a loss for the old man, and I'll bring you a spirit stone.

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Chapter 3 has been revised! !