At the entrance of the Huifeng Valley Cultivation Workshop, a light blue light fell, revealing Gu Qing's appearance.
At this time, Gu Qing was not wearing a breathing robe, nor was he disguised, nor was he using his spiritual consciousness to cover his aura. As soon as he landed, the eyes of many monks nearby focused on him.
"He is an outer disciple of the Xianhe Sect!"
"The cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi refining..."
The cultivators each talked a few words with people they knew well.
"This person seems to be called Gu Qing, and he is a first-level talisman master."
Several Jinyang sect disciples who were very conspicuous in red robes arrived at the same time as Gu Qing. Among these people, a well-informed young man looked around and recognized Gu Qing.
Gu Qing didn't pay attention to the gazes around him, blended into the crowd, and soon entered the Cultivation Workshop again.
He came here to sell the three low-grade magic weapons he got from the female cultivator he killed on Yuzhu Beach that day, as well as the long sword, a low-grade magic weapon he always carried on his back, and the ice blade talisman used by Qingyang Town that day. After killing the evil cultivator, I got some five-color mixed spiritual sand. In addition, I needed to replenish several low-level elixirs and a few talismans.
Of course, the most important point is that what you do must be consistent with the identity of Gu Qing, an outer disciple of the Xianhe Sect.
Half an hour later.
Walking out of a shop called Wanbao Building, Gu Qing pocketed ninety-seven spiritual stones, but felt a little guilty in his heart.
The so-called shop bullies customers, he finally saw it today.
Four low-grade magical artifacts, among which the big black seal was the finest among the low-grade magical artifacts. Coupled with dozens of 25-color spiritual sand, he could only exchange for less than 120 low-grade spiritual stones. After replenishing some low-level elixirs, only ninety-seven low-level spiritual stones were left.
This is also thanks to the identity of this outer disciple of the Xianhe Sect.
If he didn't have this identity and was just an ordinary fifth-level Qi-refining casual cultivator, then it would be considered good if he could exchange these few things for more than 80 low-grade spiritual stones in this Ten Thousand Treasures Tower.
Gu Qing stood opposite the Wanbao Tower, looking at the endless stream of monks entering and exiting the Wanbao Tower, as if thinking.
Soon, he moved and merged into the crowd again.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Gu Qing arrived at the shops in the deepest part of Fenggu Cultivation Workshop. There were almost no monks setting up stalls here, and the number of monks coming and going had become sparse.
He stepped into a deserted shop called Tianfu Pavilion. When he entered, he saw behind the counter a bald, slovenly old man lying on a rocking chair with his eyes narrowed and dozing off.
"Zi! Gu boy, you are still alive!"
The old man sensed Gu Qing entering the door. He suddenly opened his eyes and came to Gu Qing in a flash. He had a somewhat obscene and greasy smile on his face and stroked his sparse beard.
"Thanks to Senior Li, this junior is lucky enough to survive. Now, I'm here to take care of Senior Li's business again." Gu Qing raised the corner of his mouth, a smile naturally appeared on his face, "I came here to buy a few stacks of medium-sized coins. Talisman paper, and some ordinary low-level spiritual ink."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
The old man surnamed Li nodded repeatedly, but his eyes became weirder and weirder. It wasn't until Gu Qing felt a little hairy that he turned around.
Gu Qing looked at this person quietly, took out several stacks of talisman papers and several kinds of spiritual ink, and lined them up on the counter on the right side.
Li Hengyang is the shopkeeper of this shop called Tianfu Pavilion.
Gu Qing has been to this Tianfu Pavilion many times in the past. Most of the talisman paper and spiritual ink he used to seal and draw spiritual talismans were purchased here. He also had some friendship with Li Hengyang, but now they meet again. However, he suddenly realized that this person's cultivation was simply unfathomable.
With the strength of his soul now, the cultivation level of monks below the Foundation Establishment stage can be seen at a glance if they don't hide it.
But this Li Hengyang seemed to him to be just an ordinary old man.
"This junior is about to rush to Tianbei County. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to return to this Cultivation Workshop in this life. In addition to purchasing these things, I want to say goodbye to Senior Li." Gu Qing took a few steps forward and walked from the counter. He picked up four stacks of talisman paper, clicked out more than a dozen ink sticks of Bamboo Mist Spiritual Ink, and spoke abruptly.
Medium talisman paper, a stack of ten, usually priced at nine low-grade spiritual stones.
Bamboo mist spiritual ink is a low-level spiritual ink that can seal and draw low-grade first-level spiritual talismans. It also has a certain success rate in seal painting of medium-grade spiritual talismans. However, due to the limitation of the quality of the spiritual ink, the success rate is very low. Correspondingly, this The price of Bamboo Mist Spiritual Ink is also very low. One or two ink sticks only cost three pieces of low-grade spirit stones.
"Tianbei County? Why are you going to that place?"
Li Hengyang frowned and asked a question. He glanced at the two things Gu Qing picked up: "Eighty-four low-grade spiritual stones. Count on your kid's eighty low-grade spiritual stones."
"This junior doesn't know either, but according to what the uncle in the sect said, he is replacing one of his blood relatives." Gu Qingzuo smiled bitterly and took out eighty low-grade spiritual stones and handed them to Li Hengyang.
"It's a world away from here, so take care of yourself."
Li Hengyang stretched his brows, took a deep look at Gu Qing, and said slowly. After Gu Qing nodded heavily, he took the spirit stone and put it away together with the remaining talisman paper and ink sticks on the counter. After a while, he lay back on the rocking chair and closed his eyes to rest.
When he stepped out of the Tianfu Pavilion, the setting sun in the distance just fell on the side of Gu Qing's face. He squinted his eyes and suddenly looked back at Li Hengyang who was sitting on the rocking chair with his eyes closed to relax.
Gu Qing's heart moved slightly and he left straight away.
Just after he left.
Li Hengyang, who was lying on the rocking chair, curled up the corners of his mouth, his eyes opened and closed slightly, and an inexplicable look flashed through them.
…
After leaving Tianfu Pavilion, Gu Qing walked all the way out of Cultivation Workshop.
He sensed carefully and found that no one was following him, so he found a remote mountain forest, put the black robe and bamboo hat on his body again, then patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a medium-grade metal magic weapon. The flying sword turned into a pale golden light, and suddenly landed in front of the Cultivation Workshop again.
"It's time to get down to business."
Gu Qing's thoughts moved slightly.
He noticed a few glances sizing him up, and simply stared back with his huge spiritual consciousness. Following the muffled groans, several monks even shed tears of blood in their eyes.
"No, he's a monk at the Great Perfection Stage of Qi Refining!"
"This fellow Taoist, we have no intention of offending..."
The monks who were peeping at him nearby screamed in agony.
"Your Excellency, are you being too domineering?"
A deep voice sounded beside him, and Gu Qing raised his eyes.
She is at the eleventh level of Qi refining, has a somewhat heroic face, a bulging chest, and is dressed in purple clothes. She should be the female cultivator from the Ziyun Sect.
"Ah……"
Gu Qing smiled anxiously and ignored this woman.
In a flash, he entered the Cultivation Workshop. Gu Qing casually found a shop called Bailongxuan. When he entered, he took out the seventeen middle-grade spiritual stones from Qiu Wanli's storage bag and added several hundred low-grade spiritual stones. Twenty middle-grade water attribute spiritual stones were collected and pocketed.
This will be used for future practice.
This Bailongxuan is a shop no less than Wanbao Building. After Gu Qing exchanged the spirit stones, he started shopping inside.
Soon there were several exclamations from the monks in the shop.
However, it was Gu Qing who pretended to be a black-robed man in the Qi Refining Dzogchen Realm. He spent 5,300 low-grade spiritual stones to purchase 5,000 low-grade talisman papers, 1,000 medium-grade talisman papers, and 100 high-grade talisman papers. As well as five hundred taels of bamboo mist spiritual ink worth three low-grade spiritual stones, and ten taels of white dew spiritual ink worth eighty low-grade spiritual stones.
The shopkeeper of Bailongxuan hurried over with a smile on his face. Such a large transaction was not common even for Bailongxuan.
A few quarters of an hour later, Gu Qing left Bailongxuan, turned around and walked into the shop opposite. A few quarters of an hour later, he left the shop opposite and entered the shop next door...
So we went shopping until the second day.
Arriving not far from Tianfu Pavilion again, Gu Qing stopped.
He pondered in his heart.
“This time, my family’s fortune was completely wiped out.
First, he spent 5,300 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones to purchase talisman paper and spiritual ink, and then spent 400 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones to purchase the Corpse Control Technique.
That iron corpse would be a powerful force if it could be used.
The secret technique to transfer the remaining souls in the soul flag was not found.
However, he spent more than four hundred spiritual stones to purchase two low-grade magic weapons that could seal the Lotus Sword Qi and the fragments of the Golden Sword. In this way, they could be regarded as two trump cards.
He also spent 80 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones to purchase the jade bottle that could store the suspected ancient demon's blood. I wonder if it was worth it.
After all, Liu Gang was just suspected of being an ancient demon.
Although I have heard of the name of the Ancient Demon in the past, I have never understood it in detail. This time I was almost tricked by the stall owner selling travel notes from outside the world. A made-up travel note actually cost me 120 yuan for a low-grade spirit. Shi, do I look like someone who has been taken advantage of? If the female cultivator from Ziyun Sect hadn't warned him, he might have been fooled this time.
The broken big bell magic weapon was sold by a Taoist friend who knew the goods, and he got 260 low-grade spiritual stones in exchange for it, which was an unexpected surprise.
Although there is nothing special about a flying sword, a high-grade magical weapon with a water attribute, it should be worth 1,900 low-grade spiritual stones.
Although the Thirteen Liang Guanhua Ling Tea cost two hundred and thirty low-grade spiritual stones, it is said that this tea is very beneficial to the formation of first-level talismans. I don’t know whether this rumor is true or false.
A jar of 100 kilograms of second-level spiritual spring water prepared for cultivating jade crystal rice and a square of second-level spiritual soil cost a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which was an expected expense.
In the Tianbei County news purchased at the Yunluan Sect's shop for 60 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones, it was directly stated that Sun Sheng's blood relative was Sun Sheng's grandson. This is somewhat interesting. The Yunluan Sect Do you not take the Xianhe Sect into your eyes at all now? "
He turned around and headed towards Xiuzhen Dafang.
At this moment, Gu Qing had only 742 intact low-grade spiritual stones and 13 used low-grade spiritual stones left, in addition to the twenty middle-grade water attribute spiritual stones used for cultivation.
Gu Qing had learned about the situation in Tianbei County from the Yunluan Sect's shop. It was far more complicated than he imagined.
Let’s not mention anything else for now.
The nine villages that built Jiuzhai Hanshan City alone can be counted as nine small cultivation families. They are nominally under the jurisdiction of the Xianhe Sect. In fact, these Jiuzhaigou have already had their own agendas.
The reason why Sun Sheng exchanged his grandson for his grandson was because under the management of his grandson, the first-order spiritual vein outside Hanshan City had a big problem, and it was very likely that it would become useless in recent years. The entire Hanshan City will turn into a magical place.
One person needs to take responsibility for this crime.
"If that first-level spiritual vein really becomes useless, I'm afraid that the deacon disciples of the Xianhe Sect who manage that spiritual vein will be torn to pieces by the monks headed by Jiu Dazhai within the confines of Hanshan City." Gu Qing sneered in his heart. Once he left, he would probably become the deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect who was torn to pieces.
But if he didn't go, Sun Sheng could kill him first.
Even Sun Sheng didn't need to take action. Just a casual word could make him, a young monk at the fifth level of Qi refining, die silently.
Gu Qing had arrived at the entrance of the Cultivation Workshop. He looked at the direction of the Xianhe Sect in the distance, a cold light flashing in his narrowed eyes.
"If it doesn't work, we have no choice but to run away."
His body swayed and landed on the golden flying sword, turning into a pale golden light and flying towards the direction of the Xianhe Sect.
This time, no monks were following him. After all, the scenes of blood streaming from the eyes of the few monks who had peeped at him before were still vivid in their minds. This Qi Refining Dzogchen Perfection Cultivator with a bad temper was obviously very difficult to offend, except for those in the Foundation Establishment stage. Which of the senior monks dares to blunt his edge?
