Next, Brother Baijing used the excuse of the Talisman Maker to praise Li Qingfeng a few times, and seemingly casually asked a few questions about the origin of his name and so on. Li Qingfeng thought that he would have more contacts sooner or later, so he did not use a pseudonym anymore. He only said his surname was Li and briefly mentioned his origins. While Brother Baijing smiled and called Fellow Daoist Li, he thought that the formation master from a few months ago also had the surname Li. Could there be some connection?
The last time he saw Li Qingfeng, he had intentionally asked Shi Shanshan to get in touch with him more. Such young and promising casual cultivators were hard to find. If he could marry into his Shi family, not only would Shi Shanshan have a good husband, the Shi family would also be able to get it. A talent. But who would have thought that Fellow Daoist Li would not come again for such a long time? Brother Bai Jing had no choice but to wait patiently.
Li Qingfeng didn't know the twists and turns in his heart, so he took the spirit stone and said goodbye. He came to Fangshi this time and planned to buy a long sword weapon for himself. He just looked at a few in Tengyun Pavilion, but either the properties were inconsistent or the price was too high, so there was nothing particularly suitable. He planned to go shopping elsewhere first. If he really didn't have any, he would forget it and refine more talismans before buying them next time.
As soon as he left the door of Tengyun Pavilion, Li Qingfeng felt that someone was peering at him. Pretending to be casual, he turned his head and saw a familiar figure, it was the strong man with black beard who was taunting them at the gate of Fangshi. He was standing in front of a shop, choosing, and peeking here secretly, but he didn't know that Li Qingfeng had noticed it.
This was treating him as a fat sheep. Li Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but curl his lips secretly.
It was really good luck that the autumn wind hit him.
It is an extremely hostile act to scatter one's consciousness at will in the city. Li Qingfeng did not release his consciousness to stare at him, and just led Li Qingdong to the other end of the street. He had already inquired about the location of Jindingmen's shop and planned to go there to have a look.
After walking through this street and turning left, a city gate appeared not far to their right. The city gate opened wide, revealing a huge square inside. Two young monks leaned lazily on the side at the door, covering their mouths with their hands and yawning from time to time.
"Qingfeng, what kind of place is that? It's so lively."
Li Qingfeng had no intention of staying, but was pulled by Li Qingdong. He stopped and took a look and said, "That's for people who can't afford to rent a shop to set up stalls. Most of them are casual cultivators."
After saying that, Li Qingfeng looked up and realized that it was still early. He was not in a hurry, so he said to Li Qingdong: "If you are interested, we will go in and have a look."
Li Qingdong meant exactly this. After listening to his words, he nodded hurriedly and said hello, and Li Qingfeng and Li Qingfeng walked towards the city gate. When the monk in front of the door saw someone coming, he didn't come over to greet them. He leaned lazily and said to them: "One spiritual stone is worth one day for setting up a stall. The maximum length of the stall is one foot and three feet. If you exceed it, you will have to pay more." "
He didn't move. He took out a wooden sign from somewhere and waved it in front of him. He said: "If you want to set up a stall, come here and pay. You can only set up the stall after you get the sign. There is a law enforcement team inside. Those who don't have a sign will be arrested." If you throw it out, you will be punished. I advise you not to ask for trouble."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and leaned in again, as if he was really not afraid that they would not pay. Li Qingdong was stunned by his behavior and refused to leave. He asked naively: "Then... why don't you set up a stall?"
"Of course you don't have to pay if you don't set up a stall. Didn't I make it clear enough?" The monk half-opened his eyes, crossed his arms, and looked quite impatient.
Li Qingdong had never seen the world, so Nuonuo only nodded in agreement. When Li Qingfeng saw such a scene, he smiled slightly, and a spiritual consciousness that seemed to be substantial swept over the young monk. He stood up straight in shock, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
The monk was in shock and doubt, looking left and right with his eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead. Li Qingfeng didn't scare him anymore, patted Li Qingdong on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."
According to Li Qingfeng's character, he would not take this kind of thing to heart at all. He didn't know how much suffering he suffered when he was a casual cultivator in his previous life. What does this trivial matter mean? Is it just playing house?
But Li Qingdong is different. He is only in his early twenties this year, and he was even a child of a peasant family for the past twenty years. If he is used to being submissive, it will not be good for his practice at all. It was precisely with this in mind that Li Qingfeng took action to teach the gatekeeper a lesson.
The monk could not find the source of his spiritual consciousness, and could only see the backs of Li Qingfeng and Li Qingfeng. Knowing that he had offended a certain senior with his rude words, he did not dare to slack off anymore. He wiped the sweat from the top of his head, stood up straight, and stood guard seriously.
After walking through the city gate, Li Qingfeng patted Li Qingdong on the shoulder and said to him: "Qingdong, this is the case in the world of cultivation. Strength is the most important thing. It is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong. There are many such people in the world. .”
Li Qingdong knew that Li Qingfeng was standing up for him just now, so he couldn't help but straightened his face, took a deep breath and said seriously: "I remember."
Li Qingfeng looked at his reaction, nodded, said nothing, and walked straight into the square.
The square is very spacious, entirely paved with bluestones, with people coming and going, and there are at least dozens of stalls. Li Qingdong was stunned again. He looked around and saw that there were not as many products here as in the store, but they were all clearly displayed and there were many varieties. At first glance, they were indeed very visually impressive.
Walking forward to take a look, Li Qingfeng took matters into his own hands and looked for a long sword-shaped magic weapon on the stalls.
He was a sword cultivator in his previous life. Although the "Ruoshui Sword Technique" he practiced was mainly defensive, it was not without killer moves. Now, his only means of fighting enemies are soul attack and ice cone technique - not without others, this is the most efficient. This method is sufficient to deal with human monks, but it is a bit inadequate to deal with the monster-crowned python in the blood refining stage.
Li Qingfeng and Li Qingfeng looked left and right, and they did see some practical things. He walked to a stall, lowered his head and looked for a moment, pointed at a clay pot and asked, "My friend, what is in this clay pot?"
Behind the stall was a short man wearing a turban. Hearing Li Qingfeng's question, he raised his head and said, "This is the first-level 'Red Tail Royal Jelly', which can help monks who major in fire-attribute skills improve their cultivation. I got it with great difficulty! If fellow Taoist is interested, twenty spiritual stones and these red-tailed bee royal jelly will all belong to fellow Taoist."
Twenty spirit stones? Li Qingfeng laughed. Although he didn't know this thing, he had seen similar things in his previous life, so he knew its price. He dares to sell twenty spiritual stones for such a small jar. Does he really look like a fat sheep?
Li Qingfeng turned around and left. The short hawker became anxious and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Fellow Taoist, don't be anxious. How about I give you a bargain, eighteen spiritual stones?"
His reaction made Li Qingfeng stop in his tracks, and the thought of changing his appearance flashed through his mind. He turned around and stared at the vendor for a few seconds without saying anything, just laughing. Seeing his reaction, the vendor knew that he had met someone knowledgeable and was not embarrassed. He said to himself: "It seems that fellow Taoist is knowledgeable. In my opinion, how many spiritual stones are suitable?"
