Chen Mo still had some spare spirit stones on hand. He first went to Fuyun Sect's internal market to buy some ink brushes and the like, and also brought some rouge and gouache for female cultivators.
This move also made the woman running the stall surprised for a while. Could it be that this person...had some shameful hobbies?
Most of the markets within the sect are run by ordinary people, some of whom are descendants of disciples within the sect, and some who have migrated here voluntarily.
For example, the group of casual cultivators that Chen Mo hosted at a banquet not long ago were carefully provided by ordinary people.
Fuyun Sect strictly prohibits cultivators from bullying mortals for no reason. Of course, no mortals deliberately seek to make themselves uncomfortable, so the two sides have always been peaceful and nothing happened.
Chen Mo didn't care about face, and didn't bother to care what the woman thought. He left neatly, spent five contribution points in exchange for two healing herbs, and returned to the cave to apply it. , brought the wrapped gifts to the cave of outer disciple Tian Fang.
This woman was the first monk who discovered Chen Mo's miserable condition when he was seriously injured. Because she was good at communication, Tian Fang had many connections and resources, and Chen Mo came here just for this matter.
"Fellow Daoist Chen? Come in quickly!"
Tian Fang didn't expect that he would actually find her, so she quickly and politely invited Chen Mo into the cave. After the two of them sat down, she served Chen Mo tea with a smile and asked about his purpose.
"Haha, it's actually nothing. It's mainly because I want to thank Sister Tian for saving my life. These days, my injuries are almost healed, so I just came to bother me. Please don't be bothered by Sister Tian."
As Chen Mo spoke, he slowly took out the scrolls and gifts he had prepared: "I wonder if this small gift will please Sister Tian?"
Chen Mo's painting technique was barely adequate for fooling some female cultivators who were still relatively young, but if he used it to deal with Elder Shen, it would be a trick.
What's more, based on her sloppy look, even if Chen Mo drew a fairy, he estimated that Elder Shen would not look up.
But Tian Fang is different. Which woman in the world doesn't love beauty? It is especially rare to paint her in such an elegant and charming way. The originally yellow skin color has become as white as cream, and her appearance has also been slightly adjusted. Even though she is an outsider, she understands that this painting is absolutely beautiful. It was made by a master!
"Chen... Fellow Daoist Chen, did you draw this?" Tian Fang said with some excitement.
Chen Mo took in her expression completely and thought to himself that this was the right gift. He neither admitted nor denied it, but chuckled and said, "What do you think, Sister Tian?"
Tian Fang glanced at the rouge gouache and spiritual herbs on the table again. She was a clever girl, so she naturally understood Chen Mo's intention, and the smile on her face became brighter: "Fellow Daoist Chen, since you have called me eldest sister, There is no need to beat around the bush when it comes to anything, as long as Sister Tian can do it, she will do her best!"
This was what Chen Mo was waiting for. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Eldest sister misunderstood, but it's actually nothing. I just want to know how many monks eldest sister knows who know how to take care of medicinal herbs. Can you write down their names? That's all. That’s all!”
Tian Fang thought for a while after hearing this: "There are about thirty people, what does Mr. Chen need this for?"
Chen Mo had known that she would ask, so he didn't panic at all when he responded: "It's like this, I recently saw a large number of planting tasks in the mission hall, which requires everyone to work together to complete. This does not mean that more people are more powerful, the more the better. That’s why you said that.”
The horoscope has not yet been revealed, and Chen Mo doesn't want to spread the news that he is applying for the Baicao Garden.
Tian Fang said with a half-smile: "You have contributed a lot to this mission, right?"
Chen Mo seemed to have seen through his little thoughts and smiled awkwardly: "Sister Tian is not good at this, she is too smart!"
"Haha," Tian Fang chuckled again, took the jade slip provided by Chen Mo, and wrote more than thirty names on it with his spiritual consciousness: "The location of their cave abode has also been marked. You It’s convenient if you want to find them!”
"Thank you very much, eldest sister!" Chen Mo was overjoyed to see this, chatted with Tian Fang for a few more words, and left quickly with this precious jade slip.
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The thick fog hovers between dissipating and gathering. The rolling mountain waves, the silvery-white gleaming mist peaks, and the blue sky above the Xuanwu Mountains form a beautiful and unique picture.
Chen Mo rushed to Hidden Mist Peak without stopping, but was stopped by the monks guarding him at the foot of the mountain.
He said seriously: "Two senior brothers, my inner disciple Chen Mo wants to meet Zhang Siyuan, Pavilion Master Zhang. Can I inform you?"
The temper of the monks here is much worse than that of Miaodan Peak. He waved his hand to scare away Chen Mo: "Go, go! Is the Pavilion Master the one you can see if you want? Leave here quickly!"
There is nothing wrong with them doing this. If all the monks were allowed to meet the pavilion master at will, then Zhang Siyuan would not need to practice, he could just accompany them.
Chen Mo was not angry and said calmly: "Two senior brothers, can you represent Pavilion Master Zhang's wishes? If so, then Chen can leave. When Pavilion Master Zhang asks one day, I will tell the truth."
When such a big hat was pulled off, the two people's faces immediately became a little ugly. They didn't dare to bet whether the person in front of them recognized Pavilion Master Zhang. They exchanged glances with each other, and the tall monk nodded and said immediately: "You Wait here for a moment, I will inform Senior Brother Zhu."
"Well, there's no rush." Chen Mo seemed to be in a good mood.
Not long after, he followed the disciples on duty at Hidden Mist Peak to the top of the peak. A specially registered disciple notified Zhang Siyuan, who was meditating in a secret room.
The latter seemed to remember the Yin Meridian Spiritual Power disciple who had just started, thinking that he had changed his gender, and wanted to worship at Hidden Mist Peak. He asked him to wait for a quarter of an hour first, and then ordered other disciples to take this person to the nearest place. After sorting out the news, he checked it out and then met with him.
Chen Mo was led into a side hall. Not long after, he saw Zhang Siyuan with a cheerful face. He quickly saluted and said, "Disciple has met Pavilion Master Zhang!"
"No gifts!" Zhang Siyuan chuckled and said: "Boy, you have been doing well in the sect recently. The entire Fuyun Sect knows your name, haha!"
"My disciples have a bad reputation. How can they dare to show it everywhere? Regarding the sect's outstanding military exploits, the one with countless reputations belongs to Pavilion Master Zhang. It is said that thirty years ago, Pavilion Master Zhang killed someone with his own hands thanks to his newly promoted foundation-building skills. You have become a demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and your reputation has skyrocketed since then. The demon cultivators are all frightened when they hear your name! Disciples have often heard your brothers mention it from the Fuyun Sect these days!"
"Haha!" Zhang Siyuan laughed heartily after hearing this. As a senior in the Foundation Establishment stage, he had never heard of flattery. What Chen Mo said was the most popular with him. He also knew in his heart that no monk would say that often. Such a thing? This kid has definitely been to the outskirts of the sect's Kung Fu Hall, where he has his own life story, and he has written it down specifically to please him.
Even so, it could not change Zhang Siyuan's appreciation for Chen Mo. He looked at him with eyes filled with relief and said lightly: "Boy, have you figured it out and come here to pay homage to Hidden Mist Peak today?"
Chen Mo raised his hand again and said: "Thanks to the pavilion master's kindness, I am disappointed. This disciple is here to give a gift. At least ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones every month. I wonder if the pavilion master is willing to accept it?"
"Oh? Is there such a good thing?"
When he heard that he was not an apprentice, Zhang Siyuan frowned slightly, but soon relaxed: "Boy, sit down and talk." He believed that Chen Mo was not a person who made random mistakes, and was more willing to listen to what he had to say.
Chen Mo said: "Since the master of the pavilion speaks quickly, the disciple will not mince words. I would like to trouble the master to read a few jade slips first."
Chen Mo memorized part of Elder Shen's draft and imprinted it on his jade slip. What he presented to Zhang Siyuan at this moment was a small part of it.
As a foundation-building monk, Zhang Siyuan would have laughed at him if he had no discernment. He said in surprise: "Is this the recipe for Bigu Pill?"
"The Pavilion Master is only half right, this is a recipe that is being improved!"
Chen Mo took a deep breath. Facing the foundation-building monks, he was under considerable pressure. At this time, he was resisting with all his strength so as not to show his cowardice.
He continued: "As far as the disciples know, several disciples under the name of the pavilion master are in charge of part of the sect's alchemy transactions. If there are several times more bigu pills flowing into the market...the pavilion master feels that every How much can you earn per month?”
Zhang Siyuan's eyes lit up, but he quickly narrowed his eyes: "You mean, there is someone in the Fuyun Sect who can refine a large amount of Bigu Pill?"
Hearing this, he still didn't understand that this kid might have a relationship with a certain alchemy elder, and he was just here as an errand to test his reaction!
"It's just possible. The pill recipe is still being improved, but it should be done soon. I wonder if the Pavilion Master is interested in participating?"
Chen Mo didn't dare to say anything. If he and Elder Shen couldn't study it out, he would be made difficult by Pavilion Master Zhang. It was necessary to leave a way out for himself.
Zhang Siyuan is also an old fox. He easily guessed the reason why the people behind Chen Mo did not want to come forward. The fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better. How could he show it off in a big way? With a thought, he said in a deep voice: "Then the need What did I pay?"
Chen Mo took out the roster he had prepared and presented it respectfully: "Pavilion Master, please see, the one hundred people here are proficient in the care of medicinal herbs and spiritual plants. If you are really sincere, you only need to pay the disciples A contribution of five hundred points is enough. Within three days, the disciple will take on the identity of the deacon of the medicine garden, so as to better cultivate the spiritual materials needed for Bigu Pill!"
Zhang Siyuan took the list, glanced at it briefly and handed it back to Chen Mo. He stared at Chen Mo meaningfully: "You are not an ordinary cultivator. Are you the descendant of an alchemy elder in the sect?"
When Chen Mo heard this, his body suddenly trembled slightly, but he quickly covered it up. However, in Zhang Siyuan's view, this just confirmed his idea: "How is this possible? The master of the pavilion is joking!" Chen Mo showed off A very embarrassed smile was revealed.
Selling bigu pills is a very troublesome thing, including the collection of raw materials, the process of refining the pills, and finally the media to promote it in the city. It is simply impossible for one person to do it all, so in Zhang Siyuan's view, this The 500-point contribution is really just a sign of sincerity. Assuming that a large amount of Bigu Pills are really refined, the subsequent conditions can be discussed later.
"Bring your token." Zhang Siyuan stretched out his hand and swiped Chen Mo's identity card, and the five hundred contribution points came to his hand easily: "I am waiting for your good news!"
Chen Mo took the heavy token and sighed in his heart. If Pavilion Master Zhang knew that he was drawing cakes here to satisfy his hunger, would he cut him into pieces in a rage?
He has already thought about it. Anyway, the 500 points of contribution are only used as collateral. If he succeeds, he will pay back all the money. At worst, he will not move. In this way, even if the improved Bigu Pill is not refined in the end, he will not be deprived of the 500 points from Pavilion Master Zhang. Make contributions and make things difficult.
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