"This little fellow Taoist, is there anything I can help you with?"
The person who received Qingyun was a female cultivator who was slightly older than her. Her realm was also much higher, reaching the perfection of Lingyin Realm.
By the way, after devouring the vitality and spiritual power of the giant snake, Qingyun's realm has vaguely reached the peak of the middle stage of the spiritual guidance realm. However, due to the limitations of the remaining Changchun Gong, he failed to do so after several attempts. As expected, he broke through to the late stage of Ling Yin Realm.
The female cultivator works in Xuanzang all year round, and her eyesight is naturally sharp. She can tell at a glance through Qingyun's clothes that the customer's wallet may not be full.
However, because Xuanzang has strict requirements for his own employees, although it is impossible to treat all customers equally, no matter how poor the customers are, at least they cannot neglect them.
In addition, Qingyun's face is extremely handsome, and her simple clothes cannot cover up the dazzling light all over her body. Especially for a beauty like her who is more than 20 years old, it is full of fatal temptation, so the attitude of the female cultivator is naturally not too bad.
Qingyun smiled slightly, and his warm and jade-like starry eyes perfectly inherited Yun Mulan's kindness, just like the spring breeze in March, bringing joy to people.
"Sister, I want to buy an alchemy furnace."
Qingyun also saw the state of the female cultivator, and after much thought, he decided to call her sister.
He was only seventeen or eighteen years old when he first entered the world of cultivation. He was not used to calling other Taoist friends, and the other party seemed to be only slightly older than him, so it would not be rude to call him sister.
Listening to the name of the handsome boy in front of her, the female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled with a smile on her face and rolled her eyes. She thought that it must be the first time for this young cultivator to go out, and he still called her sister like the boy next door. Then he joked:
"This little brother is really funny. It's a pity that you are too young, otherwise I will definitely be tempted!"
Looking at the female cultivator's charming appearance with trembling smiles, Qingyun himself turned red.
The daughter of the twenty-year-old Hua family is naturally much better than Yao Mengxun and Yan Nanzhi in terms of figure. Especially the maturity and charm in his gestures, and the looming waves under the blue silk gauze, made the young man's heart throb and feel hot.
Similarly, for some reason, the witch in black gauze appeared in Qingyun's mind for no reason, but he quickly recited the Happy Kung Fu silently, and went to forget about disturbing the clear figure on the spiritual platform, and said with a blushing face:
"Sister was joking and asked me to show me what kind of alchemy furnace there is."
The more nervous the young man becomes, the more certain the female cultivator becomes that he is a young boy.
However, under the hidden reproachful gaze of the shopkeeper, the female shopping guide also knew that she could no longer play around, otherwise it would create a bad impression on other customers, so she immediately led Qingyun to Xuanzang's furnishing room with a smile on her face.
What makes Qingyun happy is that although most of the alchemy furnaces sold by Xuanzang are of the same standard as the treasure bag on his body, the price is still cheaper than those in other stores.
But unfortunately, it was only cheaper and he still couldn't afford it.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, this is already the most basic alchemy furnace of our Xuanzang. The second-grade magical weapon only has four hundred low-grade spiritual stones."
The young man next door had a very lovable appearance, so the female shopping guide took advantage of the shopkeeper not paying attention and asked him for his name. Therefore, the female cultivator took great care of Qingyun's face and replaced the words "the most rubbish" with "the most basic".
With Qingyun's current eyesight, it is natural that he cannot distinguish the grade and value of various treasures in detail. However, looking at the workmanship of the alchemy furnace in front of him and the texture of the talisman, it seems to be similar to the low-level alchemy furnaces he has seen in other stores before. No different.
Therefore, the price/performance ratio should be quite high. All he lacks now is spiritual stones.
"Sister Qin, can it be cheaper? It's Qingyun's first time in the world of cultivation, and the master didn't give me much money."
Looking at the young man next to him who looked eager and full of hope, the female cultivator named Zhang Qin also shook her head helplessly and said:
"Oh, fellow Taoist Qingyun, this is already the lowest price I can give you. The average customer needs at least 450 low-grade spiritual stones. My sister also saw that you don't have many spiritual stones in your hand, so we gave it to you. Only we, Xuanzang, This is a discounted price that only insiders can enjoy!”
Qingyun didn't know if what Zhang Qin said was true, but the price was indeed lower than the alchemy furnaces sold in other stores.
But no matter how true the truth is, no money means no money, and it is impossible for others to give it to him for free, so Qingyun had to shake his head bitterly and prepared to try his luck elsewhere, but at this time Zhang Qin suddenly asked:
"By the way, when you buy the alchemy furnace, you must be able to refine some elixirs. Do you have any spiritual materials that you can sell? Our Xuanzang also purchases them from outside! This can also be used to offset some spiritual stones!"
Zhang Qin's words immediately made Qingyun's eyes light up, and he suddenly thought of the corpse of the snake demon in his treasure bag. Even if he is a country boy, Qingyun knows that the corpse of this kind of monster can be used to refine elixirs and weapons. of.
At that moment, he explained the situation to Zhang Qin in a low voice. Zhang Qin smiled slightly and led Qingyun directly to the relatively empty hall on the second floor of Xuanzang and asked him to release the body of the snake demon.
The first floor of Xuanzang mostly sells general merchandise specifically for Ling Yin and Hundred Meridian Realm monks, while the higher-grade materials and acquisition matters are mostly in the more secretive and open upstairs.
Regarding the question of why Qingyun, who was in the middle stage of the Spiritual Yin Realm, could kill the giant snake demon whose strength was comparable to that of the early stage of the Hundred Meridians Realm, the thoughtful Zhang Qin naturally didn't ask too much.
As soon as the two of them arrived upstairs, a short and kind old man walked towards them.
The old man was about seventy years old. Qingyun couldn't tell clearly about his cultivation level, but judging from his aura, he estimated that he should be at least at the late stage of the Hundred Meridians Realm or above, which was much stronger than Zhou Yang.
When Zhang Qin saw the old man, he was quite cautious and respectful. He hurriedly ran forward and saluted, and then introduced to Qingyun:
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, this is my local appraisal expert from Xuanzang, Deacon Fan. Mr. Fan is responsible for evaluating the value of spiritual materials for customers. You can rest assured."
Qingyun smiled and nodded. He naturally trusted Xuanzang's credibility.
He had also come into contact with the Geyu Department among the three departments of Xuanji Pavilion several times, so he knew that the entire Xuanji Pavilion relied on reputation. Then, he bowed his fists to Deacon Fan with the same respect:
"Junior Qingyun, I have met Senior Fan, thank you for your help, Senior!"
The old man smiled slightly and accepted Qingyun's courtesy naturally. He was very satisfied with Qingyun's respectful attitude. He thought that such a polite young man is really rare these days, so he said:
"Young fellow Taoist, there is no need to be polite. Please release the body of the snake demon and let me take a closer look."
Hearing this, Qingyun quickly released the corpse from the treasure bag. This action attracted the attention of many monks on the second floor, and they all looked at Shaoyou, who was mediocre in cultivation but extremely good-looking. No one cared too much.
After all, the body of the snake demon in the Spiritual Yin Realm was not a particularly valuable thing, so Zhang Qin and Mr. Fan did not take him into a more advanced and private room.
As soon as the old man saw the corpse of the snake demon, he frowned. This made Qingyun, who was still full of expectations, suddenly feel a sinking heart and secretly said:
"I heard from Sister Meng and the others that the power of time and space in the treasure bag moves extremely slowly. It has only been there for ten days. It won't be broken, right?"
When he saw the snake demon's seven-inch wound, Mr. Fan looked at Qingyun inadvertently, and his eyes were quite puzzled.
Then, regardless of the disgusting smell, he opened the snake demon's big mouth and took a look, then opened the snake demon's closed eyes, and finally shook his head and sighed:
"It's a pity, it's a pity, little fellow Taoist, your snake demon is still intact, but even though you are older, it's no wonder you can kill this evil beast. Except for its tough skin, its muscles and internal organs are already in dilapidated condition. He is dying."
The old man paused, and then said to Qingyun helplessly:
"This snake demon corpse is too old. Although it can still be used to refine elixirs and weapons, its effectiveness is very limited. Therefore, for this level of spiritual materials, our Xuanzang can produce two hundred low-grade spiritual stones."
Looking at Qingyun's disappointed eyes, the old man seemed to think of his long-dead grandson, and suddenly felt unbearable. After pondering for a while, he said again:
"Let's see. Considering that the whole thing is well preserved, I can offer you two hundred and fifty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. This price is already very generous. If you get it from another company, I'm afraid they won't even give you two hundred yuan." Not even."
If it weren't for the handsome and polite boy in front of him, Mr. Fan wouldn't bother to take another look at this kind of garbage. After all, they have as much of this kind of thing as they want in Xuanji Pavilion.
Just when Qingyun was still thinking about how to get together the remaining more than a hundred spirit stones, a rich, hearty and powerful male voice came from behind, which was deafening.
"It turns out Mr. Fan is here too. It seems I came at the right time!"
Hearing this voice, Qingyun clearly saw that Deacon Fan was startled, and then he quickly turned around and bowed respectfully to the visitor, and said with a hint of humility:
"Don't dare, don't dare. It's an honor for us to have Senior Bai come here."
The person who came was a tall young man dressed in simple white clothes, with a long sword tied to his waist and a strong back.
He is about 20 years old, with short, capable hair. Although his facial features are not handsome, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes. His square face gives people a sense of righteousness and awe-inspiring.
In addition, the voice is hearty and rich, and it looks like a martial arts hero from a superficial perspective.
The etiquette among monks is that those who have achieved first come first. Although Mr. Fan looks very old, his realm seems to be worse than that of the newcomers, so he pays great respect to the young man in white, not to mention that this young man in white may be better than Mr. Fan. To be older.
Seeing the other party saluting him, the young man in white smiled casually, raised his hand in the air, and grabbed Deacon Fan who was about to bow down, and said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Fan, you are too polite. Our family often troubles you in Bailiancheng. Just call me Xiaobai, hahaha."
