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"Fellow Taoist, please come forward and take a look."
"The price of talismans sold here is definitely cheaper than those in those shops."
Seeing Han Changlin stop in front of his stall, the green-robed monk quickly greeted him.
"How do you sell your magical talisman and red fire talisman?"
When Han Changlin heard this, he thought for a moment and then asked.
As a very important method in battle, Han Changlin is naturally very clear about talismans.
After all, among the various arts of cultivation, the most common and most profitable ones are alchemy, weapon refining, as well as talismans and formations.
However, a person's energy is limited, and Han Changlin owns the Immortal Mansion in the painting. At present, he will naturally not abandon the near and seek the far away to learn the way of talismans.
This is why I bought the Seven-Star Golden Slashing Talisman myself.
But after all, the Seven-Star Golden Slashing Talisman is at the bottom of the box and can only be taken out at critical moments.
So when he saw the talismans on this stall this time, Han Changlin was interested in buying them.
"Haha, fellow Taoist, you are really discerning. The talismans I have here are all of the best quality."
"If Fellow Taoist wants it, each of these red fire talismans only requires two low-grade spiritual stones, and for this divine walking talisman, fellow Taoist only needs one spiritual stone."
After seeing Han Changlin's intention to purchase, the green-robed monk showed enthusiasm in casting spells.
"And I told fellow Taoists that my red fire talisman is very powerful. Once it is activated, the monks in the early stage of Qi refining will be seriously injured on the spot if they are not careful."
"Then give me five of each item."
Hearing this, Han Changlin also nodded, looking very satisfied, and then took out a dozen low-grade spiritual stones from his storage bag and piled them on the stall.
Then he took the talisman handed over by the monk in green robes, took a look at it, and after confirming that it was correct, he stuffed it into his storage bag and turned around.
As for the other talismans, they were all the lowest talismans. Judging from Han Changlin's current cultivation level at the fifth level of Qi Refining, he didn't even notice them.
Han Changlin continued to walk past the stalls, stopping from time to time to ask.
After some wandering, in addition to the talismans he just bought, Han Changlin also bought about ten kinds of spiritual seeds that he didn't own, which he might not be able to use in the future.
In this way, Han Changlin visited most of the stalls. At this moment, a stall selling books attracted Han Changlin's attention.
I saw that this stall was not big, but it was filled with all kinds of books and jade slips.
Han Changlin glanced at the stall owner who was sitting cross-legged. Seeing that he didn't speak, he picked up a book in front of him and started reading.
"Travel Notes of Song Xiangzi."
The book is a little yellowed and the corners are rolled up, obviously it's been a long time.
Han Changlin flipped through page after page, and he discovered that the book was not a cultivation method, but a record of his travels and hearings by a foundation-building monk named Taoist Songxiang.
And just when Han Changlin looked through it, there were five. On page six, a hoarse voice came:
"Fellow Taoist, please respect yourself."
Hearing this, Han Changlin smiled and could only put down the "Songxiang Travel Notes".
Then he looked at other things.
In this stall, everything in the jade slips was restricted, and Han Changlin could only clearly read the first few dozen words.
As for other books, Han Changlin also consciously only read the first few pages.
Han Changlin read one book after another until he saw a book with a book cover and flowers, but couldn't see the name clearly, but he was shocked in his heart.
"There seems to be something wrong with this book?"
As the paper rubbed against his fingers, Han Changlin could clearly feel the difference in thickness inside. It was obvious that something was stuck inside.
"Is there something hidden inside?"
Holding back his curiosity, Han Changlin looked calm, raised the book in his hand, and asked softly:
"Fellow Taoist, how can I sell this book?"
"Three low-grade spiritual stones."
The man said calmly.
Hearing this, Han Changlin didn't say much and just threw down three low-grade spiritual stones.
After leaving, Han Changlin was not in a hurry to return to the inn where he was staying. Instead, he wandered around for a while before choosing to leave and head towards the inn where he was staying.
In the room, Han Changlin took the unnamed book he just bought and studied it. Unfortunately, after studying for a while, he still couldn't find what he wanted to find.
After a long time, Han Changlin laughed at himself and threw the nameless book into his storage bag. He then took out the animal spirit pill and fed it to the gray skylark and golden-backed mantis before starting his own practice.
Han Changlin didn't walk out of the inn until the twelfth hour of the second day.
But Han Changlin didn't notice that there was a monk in gray clothes with a zombie face in the distance, and his eyes instantly brightened when he saw him walking out.
If Han Changlin saw this person's face, he would naturally exclaim that this person is not the stall owner who sold books last night?
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Han Changlin didn't know that as soon as he left Sanshanfang City, he headed in the direction of Yuling Sect.
Use the Light Body Technique and tap your toes lightly, and your whole body will be able to escape more than three feet away.
Although Han Changlin has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, he did not choose to fly with his sword out of caution.
After all, considering his cultivation at the fifth level of Qi refining, flying with a sword consumes too much mana. If there is any emergency on the road, it will be very detrimental to him.
Facts have proved that Han Changlin's choice was right.
Just over half a mile away from him, the zombie-faced monk was holding a black gourd in his hand, and another monk in blue robes was following his footsteps.
This zombie-faced monk is called "Gu Lizha". He is a genuine casual cultivator. Like Han Changlin, he is a four-spiritual root cultivator.
Although this person's qualifications are extremely poor, he is cruel and ruthless. He relies on the property obtained from murder, arson, and other activities to purchase various resources for cultivation. However, after the age of thirty, he pushed his cultivation to the seventh level of Qi refining.
Although this Guliza was ruthless, he was also cautious in his actions. He wandered around major cities all year round, specifically picking out monks whose cultivation was weaker than his.
"Hmph, it's just that you were greedy and bought my book. My book is not that easy to get. But I spent a lot of effort to grind the eggs of the gray element insect into powder, and then sprinkled them on the book. "
"It's just that this man can indeed run. He actually ran for more than ten miles in a row. I'll wait until I catch up with you and I won't take care of you."
Guli Zhajie laughed and continued to follow Han Changlin's traces with his companions.
The black gourd in his hand was also trembling, and it was obvious that Guliza was following the right direction.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the mountains and forests, Han Changlin ran towards the designated direction. However, just when he crossed a stream, his brows furrowed and his eyes suddenly darkened.
Just now, the gray skylark that had been hovering above him alertly informed him through the connection between the two that someone was following him behind him, and there were more than one person.
