Seven days later, the academy market.
A message suddenly appeared on the collection list—Kusheng, a wood attribute sword, a low-grade spiritual rank, has developed sword knowledge, tomorrow's booth No. 67 in the T-shaped area, Youshi.
As soon as the news came out, it was like throwing a blaster into the lake, and the people around the collection list immediately exploded.
Spirit-level sword? Have sword knowledge? Selling at the market? What are you kidding? !
It's not that no one has ever sold a spirit weapon in the market, but it's basically shot in the dark. Moreover, this spirit sword also gave birth to sword consciousness. If such a sword is placed in the auction house, even Jindan real people will compete for it and sell it on the market stall... Is it possible
Is someone trying to attract customers by bragging? It's all tricks.
The crowd stamped their seals.
Suddenly, a person said weakly, "Stand No. 67 in the T-shaped area... Isn't that the stall from the Cold Cloud Sect?"
"Which one?"
Someone suddenly reacted, "Light Body Talisman!"
"It's him!"
"I heard that Qin Zhenjun killed the old man Tianxiang a few days ago. He was also there. It seems that he voluntarily attracted the old man Tianxiang as a bait."
"Speaking of this, Qin Zhenjun can actually kill Dongtian Zhenjun, it's just—hey, where are you going?"
The cultivator, who was talking about Xingzhengnong, saw several people around him retreating silently, and asked a question inexplicably. Who knew that when he asked, not only those people walked faster, but also many cultivators around him dispersed.
The cultivator stood dumbfounded for a while, and slapped his thigh sharply—since the news of the spirit sword was linked by Jing Yue, it meant that it was likely to be true. If he didn't hurry to collect the spirit stone, what nonsense was he talking about here? !
So he lifted the hem of his clothes and ran back wildly, for fear of losing to a group of men and women with scheming.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one in front of the lively collection list.
And among a group of monks running, there is a young man named Ran Ping. He was born in a sect of the seventh or eighth rank in Central Continent. In short, he is a small hill with only a hundred disciples. 's sect. But I don't know if it is the ancestor's manifestation, and two very talented disciples have come to the door in the past few decades.
One of them is him, Shuimu Shuanglinggen, and the other is his sister Ran Yu, who is a single spirit root of the wood system.
And a wood-type spirit sword, with sword consciousness, was completely tailor-made for his sister, right? He must borrow more spirit stones before the news spreads, even if he goes bankrupt, he must win it for his sister!
Soon, he found Ran Yu, and the other party asked eagerly after hearing the news he brought: "Really?"
Ran Ping: "The light body talisman that Old Ancestor Jing sold a few days ago was only a ten-foot one. At first, everyone didn't believe it, but it turned out to be true. Besides, as the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect, he still needs face, right? Shouldn't lie."
Ran Yu: "It doesn't matter, is it You Shi? No matter what, I'll check it out tomorrow."
After chatting a few more words, the two split up to collect spirit stones.
Bookstore.
A monk in green shirt received the Zhang Chuan talisman. After reading it, he showed an inevitable smile.
dormitory.
The girl in white murmured, "The spirit sword with sword awareness is of course mine..."
Within a day, the news of Jingyue's sale of Kusheng had spread all over the Jiutian Academy, whether Sun Lun, Moon Shadow or the monks of the Constellation class were eager to move, waiting for tomorrow.
In this way, on the second day, when Jing Yue appeared at the north entrance of the market with Ku Sheng and Lan Feng on his back, the guides guarding there rushed into the market as soon as they saw him, shouting: "Come! Here comes the sword dealer!"
Jingyue: "..."
Jiji wriggled excitedly, Dou's eyes flashed with a strange light, he knew that his favorite plot was coming, in addition to slaps in the face, he also pretended to be coercive!
When Jingyue walked to booth No. 67 in the T-shaped area, he saw that the inside and outside were full of people, all of them turned their heads to look at him, their eyes were burning and full of desire, and some people even showed greedy smiles. As if to swallow him with the bones.
Lan Feng swallowed his saliva with a "guji" sound, covered his mouth with his small wings in horror, and ate a mouthful of hair.
At this moment, it suddenly had a sense of being surrounded by zombies in the novel, and couldn't help but shrink its chicken head and drilled into Jingyue's front.
"Please let let me out!"
Wang Xiaoli squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty, and when he saw Jingyue, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Ajing, you are here! You almost suffocated me!"
Jing Yue couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and hugged Jiji tightly in his arms.
At this time, a tall and thin cultivator came over and cupped his hands: "Junior Brother Jing, I am Wang Xing from the daily shift, and a disciple recommended by the Qianyu Sect."
Jing Yue: "Well."
Wang Xing: "..."
What does "um" mean? I have all hinted to you that I am not only from a big family, but also highly talented. If I want to brush some impression points, you should respond enthusiastically!
Although Wang Xing slandered a lot, he had no choice but to retreat in embarrassment.
Seeing Wang Xing returning home, the other people who wanted to make friends all settled down. Everyone made way, and Jing Yue walked to the stall unhurriedly and put down the kusheng on his back.
Everyone's eyes shifted from him to Kusheng, and with just one glance, they could see that Kusheng was indeed a spirit-level sword. Someone rubbed their hands excitedly and was about to ask for a price when Jing Yue said, "No hurry."
He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Kusheng, get up."
Following his command, the blue wooden sword rose, circled around Jingyue, and stopped obediently in the air.
To know that before swords do not have sword knowledge, monks can only rely on incantations and exercises to control them. Once sword knowledge is born, they can understand people's words and move according to instructions.
Therefore, even though Jing Yue's order was simple, everyone could confirm that Ku Sheng did indeed have sword consciousness.
The crowd was instantly restless.
"How to sell?!"
"I will give out 100,000 spirit stones!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Twenty thousand!"
"Jinbaozhu! Are you crazy?"
"You're crazy, you have no money to go!"
The cultivators were clamoring and getting emotional. Seeing that they were about to stage a full martial arts show, Jing Yue finally said, "It's not for sale."
"Not for sale? What do you mean? Do you want to shoot secretly?"
"Let's just say it! With a sword of sword consciousness, even if it is only a low-level spiritual-level sword, its power is not inferior to that of the top-level spiritual level. How can it be sold on a stall at will?"
Jingyue: "No, I want to find someone who is related to Kusheng and give Kusheng to him."
There was silence in the audience, with a look of "Are you kidding me? I'm hallucinating?".
After a long while, someone cautiously asked, "Which is considered fate? How to judge?"
That person spoke very lightly, as if a little louder would shatter the illusion of "Kusheng doesn't want money".
Jingyue: "If you have fate or no fate, Kusheng will choose, and anyone who is interested can come and try it. However, Kusheng is a sword of wood attribute, and it is naturally close to the spiritual root of wood."
He planned to stay in the market these few days. Jingyue thought about it, Jiutian Academy gathered a group of disciples with the highest talent in the foundation-building stage, and among them, there might be the future master of Kusheng. If not, you can only find it when he goes out to practice.
"Would you like me to try it?"
Jing Yue saw that it was the talented Wang Xing.
"I am a fire wood double spiritual root, maybe I can match Ku Sheng."
After that, Wang Xing blinked his eyes playfully and waved to Ku Sheng, "Xiao Sheng, come here, brother."
Jingyue: "..."
Even Lan Feng couldn't help but say, "Damn mental retardation!"
Jingyue: "Chiji, don't swear."
Lan Feng hurriedly covered her mouth and rubbed Jingyue in a pleasing manner.
Even bystanders couldn't bear to look directly at Wang Xing's pretentious behavior, not to mention the "sword of the party" withered. It suddenly landed on the fleece blanket from mid-air, moved slightly, and then stopped.
Wang Xing looked at Jingyue in confusion, "What does Xiaosheng mean?"
Jingyue: "It said it would rather die."
"Pfft..."
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, Wang Xing couldn't bear the humiliation and ran away.
Another humane said, "I'll try it too?"
Unfortunately, it turned out that Ku Sheng did not respond.
Uh, at least better than Wang Xingqiang, right? The monk consoled himself.
After that, several more people came, and even Jinbaozhu tried it, but Ku Sheng only trembled slightly, and then he stopped moving.
Jin Jinzhu was a little disappointed, and simply sat aside to watch the excitement.
A monk in green shirt stepped forward, "Junior Brother Jing, I am Luo Chaosheng, and I want to give it a try as well."
Lan Feng: "Jingjing, I think he can!"
Jing Yue: "How do you say it?"
Lan Feng: "He's handsome!"
Jingyue: "...It makes sense."
He had actually heard the name of Luo Chaosheng, and knew that this person was one of the most prestigious monks in the Moon Shadow Squad. His spiritual roots were strong and weak in water, and he could almost be regarded as half a single spiritual root of the wood system.
Therefore, he also has certain expectations for Luo Chaosheng.
Jingyue made a gesture of invitation, and saw Luo Chaosheng stopped not far from Kusheng, half-squinting his eyes, releasing his consciousness to connect with Kusheng.
Suddenly, Ku Sheng, who was lying on the blanket, trembled slightly, and everyone's eyes lit up, but they all calmed down when they thought that Jin Baozhu had caused a similar situation before.
But the next moment, Ku Sheng suddenly flew up, it paused in the air for a moment, then moved towards Luo Chaosheng, and bumped against him again, looking very intimate.
Everyone took this scene into their eyes, and they couldn't help but think sourly that it was most likely this person - Ku Sheng chose Luo Chaosheng.
Luo Chaosheng naturally also had a happy expression on his face. He raised his hand to hold Ku Sheng, but before he could touch the sword, Ku Sheng shrank back suddenly, and quickly flew back to Jing Yue, close to Jing Yue. Yue.
Luo Chaosheng called out anxiously, but Kusheng was like the sky in July and August.
Some people in the crowd felt pity for Luo Chaosheng, and some people gloated at the misfortune. In the end, Luo Chaosheng sighed and said helplessly: "It seems that I am not a destined person."
Jing Yue smiled and said nothing, just held Ku Sheng and said, "That's it for today, I'll come back tomorrow."
When they returned, Lan Feng muttered in disappointment, saying that Luo Chao had grown a white protagonist, but he didn't even have the ability to make the spirit tool recognize the master. "Jiji hates plots that don't follow the routine!"
Jingyue: "What is the protagonist?"
Lan Feng: "It's beautiful!"
Jingyue: "But don't you always say that all good-looking people are cannon fodder?"
Lan Feng said anxiously: "It can't be too good-looking! It should be above average, with a handsome appearance, which makes people feel substituting, and has audience relationship! There is also a plain appearance, but the eyes are very attractive, and the whole body is full of personality charm!"
Charisma can still flash? Jing Yue always felt that Jiji had mastered a very profound knowledge.
As soon as he stepped into the small courtyard of the dormitory, he saw Meng Shan rushing out, "Ajing! Help!"
Jing Yue was confused, "What's wrong?"
Meng Shan said pitifully: "You must save me, otherwise, she will definitely take care of me!"
"Who? What's the matter?"
"My sister, my sister, she wants to see you in private."
Jing Yue understood in an instant, "Meng Wan? Does she want Kusheng?"
Meng Shan nodded with a bitter face. He has been studying light body amulets for days and nights. If Meng Wan hadn't come to him, he would not have known that this old ancestor's roommate made such a big noise again.
"I know that Kusheng only presents to those who are destined, but as long as you see her, it's fine, and you can clearly refuse, otherwise she thinks that I'm doing something bad, and I'll be miserable!"
Jingyue didn't care too much about a little thing and asked, "Where is she?"
Meng Shan said happily: "Wufeng Feihuating, Ajing, you are really kind! I, I will give you a talisman! The petrified talisman!"
Jing Yue suddenly became interested: "Is it the unique talisman of your Meng family?"
He knew that the Meng family was a family of talismans, and the most famous one was the petrochemical talisman. He heard that the Meng family, who had a high level of talisman cultivation, could make a petrochemical talisman that could turn a radius of ten miles into rock and last a whole day. But this talisman is not sold to the outside world, so few people have seen it.
Meng Shan said a little ashamed: "Yes, but my cultivation base is still low. The talisman is only valid for cultivators below the foundation establishment, and it can only last for two hours."
Jing Yue said enthusiastically: "No no, it's already very good, give it to me now!"
Meng Shan: "…"
He hesitated for a moment, then added: "Ajing, I know that you are very talented in the way of runes. If you see through the false pattern of the runes, will you keep the secret? Although the runes I gave you are only the simplest one, it counts. It's not a secret, but if the refining method is spread out, I will definitely be punished."
Of course Jing Yue agreed.
So a quarter of an hour later, Jing Yue came to Feihua Pavilion with great interest.
At this time, the shadow of the moon was hazy, and the back of the woman in white in the pavilion was slender, like a dream or fantasy under the shroud of night fog, like a fairy in Yaochi.
"Wow, Jingjing, I feel your white rose appear."
Lan Feng never forgets to show his sense of existence, "Although the protagonists are admired by many people, the most popular ones are usually one red and one white. Red is the savage or eccentric, and white is the flower of the high mountains. Or gentle and quiet."
"They all like the protagonist, and the protagonist often has a favorable opinion or ambiguous relationship with both of them, so their respective supporters will tear up the sky and the dark in order to compete for who is the protagonist's palace, and the situation will change—"
Jing Yue: "I'm sorry, I have all the red and white."
Lan Feng's eyes sharpened: "Who is it!"
Jingyue: "Red is you who is always noisy, and Bai is you who is quiet like a chicken when you make mistakes, but you have no supporters."
Lan Feng: "...You are so annoying! Jiji decided to ignore you for one hour! No, two hours!"
Jing Yue: "Just right."
Blue Phoenix: QAQ
Jing Yue didn't take Jiji's threat to heart at all, he walked slowly towards the pavilion.
"Senior Sister Meng."
"Junior Brother Jing, I want to buy Kusheng with a lot of money." Meng Wan said straight to the point, her voice was cold, and her expression was inviolable.
Jingyue: "Senior Sister Meng, you should know that I only give away Kusheng but not sell it. I haven't seen you at the market today, why don't you try it now?"
Meng Wan smiled very lightly. She also went today, but she didn't show up. After she heard that Jingyue wanted to find someone who had a relationship with Kusheng, she knew that the other party was wasting time, and the truth was just as she thought.
"The sky and the earth are big, it's so easy to find someone who has a relationship with Kusheng. It's just a sword, and it should be in the hands of those who are suitable for it and need it. I am Mubing's mutant double spiritual roots, and it doesn't count as humiliating Kusheng. "
Although Meng Wan cultivates the formation technique, she also needs a good sword as the eye of the formation, and Ku Sheng is what she has been pursuing.
Only then did Jing Yue know that Meng Wan had a mutant spiritual root. No wonder everyone said that she was amazing in talent, but he shook his head and said nothing.
Meng Wan was slightly annoyed, but Jingyue was the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect. She really had no way of impressing or threatening the other party, so she said helplessly: "Since you insist, I will try."
Jing Yue called out Ku Sheng.
Maybe it was Meng Wan's remarks that made Ku Sheng a little unhappy. It stopped in mid-air and didn't move at first, but Meng Wan's consciousness made it very friendly. After a while, it tentatively approached each other and surrounded him. Meng Wan circled twice.
Ku Sheng's novelty and joy was passed on to Jing Yue, and he smiled and watched as it circled Meng Wan faster and faster. On the other hand, Meng Wan's expression was much softer, and there was an untraceable smugness in her eyes.
Suddenly, Ku Sheng stopped an inch between Meng Wan's brows, and the latter couldn't help but take a half step back and frowned lightly.
Jing Yue immediately sensed Ku Sheng's disappointment and grievance, and saw it fly back to him again.
He sighed in his heart and said to Meng Wan, "I'm sorry."
Meng Wan was stunned for a moment, and her face instantly turned ashen.
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