After Qin Ran left, Li Shiyin reluctantly walked to the storage room.
Places like storage rooms require a lot of space, so naturally there is a Qiankun formation. The space inside is much larger than it appears from the outside, almost catching up with the inside-outside ratio of the gym.
This was Li Shiyin's first time in the storage room, and she was stunned by the densely packed and messy things inside. At a glance, it felt like there was everything, some familiar and some unfamiliar.
There are tools here, including hoes, shovels, sickles, and backpacks; there are also unfinished or failed defective products made by the master, such as rotten tables, broken chairs, broken formation templates, broken guardrails and the like.
Wait, guardrails
Li Shiyin was holding a hoe and a shovel in her hands, and suddenly found that there was something wrong with the guardrail.
She looked at it carefully and the more she looked, the more strange it seemed to her, so she walked over with a hoe and a shovel and straightened the guardrail.
This guardrail...
Hmm, that's weird.
It is surrounded by a circle of metal guardrails, about five feet high, and the base is a metal product that is ten feet long and three feet wide. There are some strange patterns on it, probably array patterns.
The reason why this thing is strange is that the metal product on its base looks a bit like a sword.
Li Shiyin stroked his chin and walked around the thing a few times. Suddenly, he remembered that his master seemed to be afraid of heights, and he couldn't help but make a bold guess.
Even though it’s a little off the mark,…
This should be, probably is, could be, the master's flying sword!
Qin Ran, who was walking down the mountain quickly, suddenly shuddered and almost lost his balance and fell down from the middle of the mountain. He stopped in a hurry and felt a little cold on his back, as if he had forgotten something very important.
But he couldn't remember it for the moment, so he had to continue on his way.
As he ran to the main peak assembly square, he suddenly remembered that his epic invention - the guardrail flying sword seemed to have not been put away!
"She just went in to get a hoe, she shouldn't notice it!" He comforted himself, "How could it be such a coincidence?"
But he always felt uneasy and uncomfortable all over. There was a famous law running around in his head, and the name of that law was Murphy's Law.
The assembly square is very lively today, much more lively than usual...mainly because more people are setting up stalls to sell things.
The reason was that Daojian Sect's Dao Conference had just ended, and many new disciples had been accepted. This was a good time to give them their first lesson in the world of immortal cultivation. As everyone knows, newcomers are always the most
Easy to cheat.
The cultivators who set up stalls to sell things in Daojian Sect were not all from Daojian Sect. There were also some cultivators from other sects and some independent cultivators running around.
Qin Ran came here today, on the one hand, he wanted to buy some daily necessities for Li Shiyin. The little girl had been wearing bright yellow clothes for several days, so he had to change them for her;
On the other hand, he wanted to find some sword-fighting techniques. He needed sword-fighting techniques, body techniques, escape techniques, and combat techniques.
If Li Shiyin wanted to pursue the path of sword cultivation in the future, he would have to prepare all these for her.
Qin Ran was not a celebrity, and he was only in his twenties. Without the chief monk's robe, no one would recognize him when he walked on the street. He was far less prestigious than the celebrities among the new disciples. He was dressed in an ordinary green robe and walked from one end of the square to the other, passing through the disciples who were practicing in the square and arrived in front of the small market, but no one came up to greet him.
Yes, in addition to those setting up stalls, there are also many people practicing martial arts in the square. After all, the original purpose of this gathering square is to allow disciples to practice martial arts.
When they arrived at the small market, Qin Ran started from one end and walked towards the other end of the market. If he saw something interesting on the way, he would stop and take a closer look. If the price was right, he would take out his spirit stones to buy it.
However, he visited more than a dozen stores along the way and bought a lot of strange medicinal herbs, but he still couldn't find any interesting exercises.
There were only a few schools left. If he couldn't find a suitable technique, should he go to the Kung Fu Hall to ask? But Daojian Sect was not a big sect after all, so Qin Ran didn't like the public techniques. Or should Li Shiyin really join Jianfeng and learn the secret techniques of Jianfeng
While he was thinking about this, he suddenly found a set of martial arts at a small stall.
This stall is just an ordinary stall, with a piece of cloth under which are placed some messy books and jade slips. The owner of the stall is also a young man with ordinary looks.
However, in the world of immortal cultivation, appearance and age have never been the main focus.
The name of the skill was "Dayan Sword Canon", and it was a yellowed and cracked jade slip. The jade slip was too badly damaged, and when I went into it to check it, I only felt dilapidated and chaotic.
"What's going on?" Qin Ran asked the stall owner.
"I don't know." The stall owner replied, "It's a family heirloom. It looked like this when I took it out of the box. It must have been a long time ago, right?"
Family heirloom? Qin Ran curled his lips secretly, wondering which tomb he had stolen them from. Could it be that all these martial arts secrets were family heirlooms
But he just looked disdainful in his heart, but his expression didn't show it. Because this kind of place is like this, the monks set up stalls to sell things, some real and some fake, you can buy or
Don’t buy it, but never ask where something comes from.
Even Daojianmen only gave people a piece of land to set up stalls, and never interfered with specific transactions. If you suffer a loss here and buy fake goods, don't make a fuss, because no one will make the decision for you, and people will only laugh at you.
Of course, if you have the ability to cause trouble afterwards, no one will care...
"How much does this cost?" Qin Ran asked in a flat tone.
Seeing that Qin Ran wanted it, the stall owner asked for the price: “One thousand low-grade spirit stones.”
Qin Ran said nothing. He placed the jade slip on his forehead, then used his consciousness to look at the inside of the jade slip and asked, "Do you have the secret formula to open it?"
The unsealing formula, which is also the formula for decrypting the jade slip, is equivalent to the power-on password of a mobile phone. Without the formula, the specific content of the jade slip cannot be read.
“There’s a formula.” replied the stall owner.
“Ten low-grade spirit stones.” Qin Ran bargained.
"If you don't want to buy, get out!" the stall owner yelled angrily.
Qin Ran's expression remained unchanged. He squatted in front of the stall and picked up a body movement technique called "Three-stage Tiger Leap" and a sword technique called "Cloud Brushing Sword Technique". He gestured to the stall owner and said, "Ten low-grade spirit stones plus these two techniques. Do you want to sell them?"
Seeing that Qin Ran didn’t know what was good for him and not only didn’t raise the price but also asked for a surcharge, the stall owner’s expression changed dramatically, from angry to… flattering. He was afraid that Qin Ran would go back on his word, so he hurriedly said, “Deal!”
"Damn it, I lost again!" Qin Ran cursed in his heart. He took out ten spirit stones from his Qiankun bag and chanted incantations with the stall owner.
The stall owner told Qin Ran the secret formula for opening the two jade slips in a secret voice.
Qin Ran nodded, put all three skills into his Qiankun bag, stood up and continued walking forward.
At this moment, a young disciple who had been waiting for a long time came over and shouted, "Master Qin, please stay."
Calling his own? Qin Ran frowned and looked back. It was a handsome young man in black clothes, but he didn't recognize him. He asked, "What's the matter?"
"I am Huang Feiyu, a disciple of Jianfeng, and I would like to ask for a favor." Huang Feiyu bowed respectfully to Qin Ran and said so.
Although Qin Ran was young and his cultivation was not high, he was indeed the head of Danfeng. When he heard that this man was a disciple of Daojian Sect, he accepted the gift calmly.
"I want to buy some Ice Condensation Pills, but I don't know much about elixirs..." Huang Feiyu was delighted to see that Qin Ran didn't reply but stood there. He said hurriedly, "I wonder if you have time to help me."