The Cultivation Flea Market is bustling with activity. There are cultivators selling fragments of magic weapons, some selling spiritual materials for fairies, and some selling calligraphy and paintings left by famous cultivators, etc. It is really diverse and dazzling.
Liu Shiba said: "Mr. Ning, you can also take out your pills and see if you can change them to something you like."
Ning Tao smiled faintly: "I'll take a look first and then talk. Mr. Liu doesn't need to accompany me anymore."
"Okay, let's talk later." Liu Shiba turned and left, and Taoist Qingsong and Hai Dongfang also left with him.
Qing Zhui glanced at the three people's backs, then leaned towards Ning Tao's ears, a pair of cherry lips almost touching Ning Tao's ears: "Brother Ning, that old guy must want someone to exchange your elixir. ”
Ning Tao nodded, how could he not understand Liu Shiba's thoughts.
Ning Tao led Qing Zhui around the Xiuzhen Flea Market, and not far away they stopped in front of a black-faced man's stall. The dark-faced man looked a bit like Bao Zheng, with thick eyebrows and a square face, giving him a sense of righteousness and awe-inspiringness.
There are many calligraphy and paintings on the stall of the black-faced man. One of them has the word "cultivation" written on it. The font is vigorous and powerful, and it has the momentum to fly off the paper and soar into the sky. Ning Tao liked it a little and asked casually: "Friend, how do you sell this calligraphy and painting?"
The upright black-faced Heizi said without a smile: "If you like it, I'll sell it to you for ten million."
Ning Tao was immediately shocked: "So expensive?"
The upright black-faced man said: "Ten million is too expensive? The calligraphy and paintings sold by those auction houses often cost tens of millions, so what I sold is considered cheap."
Ning Tao said: "Those are calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. Who did you write this?"
The upright black-faced man pointed to the lower left corner of the calligraphy and painting that Ning Tao was interested in. There was a vague stamp there, and then said: "That is my stamp. It was stamped in the third year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty."
Ning Tao took a closer look at the stamp and saw the four ancient characters "Black Mountain Old Demon". His heart moved, and he awakened the sight and hearing states of his eyes and nose. As a result, he found the upright black-faced man in front of him. It's a black bear spirit.
To be honest, the calligraphy written by Yongle in the Ming Dynasty in the third year of the Ming Dynasty is so good that it is not expensive to sell it for 10 million. But it was the words "Old Demon of Black Mountain" that caused trouble. Without the stamp, it was sold at the auction house. Selling it for tens of millions was a casual matter.
"Do you want it?" the black-faced man asked.
Ning Tao shook his head and led Qing away. In fact, he didn't want to buy the painting. He was not the kind of arty person. The reason why he asked the price was just to try the water of this flea market and understand the market conditions. As a result, after trying it, he discovered that the items in this flea market were horribly expensive, the prices were exaggerated, and the bubble was serious. A calligraphy and painting costs 10 million, so how about asking for sky-high prices for spiritual materials
Not far away, Ning Tao stopped in front of an old woman's stall. What the old woman was selling was a pile of fragments. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be fragments of flying swords. He suddenly became excited and asked, "Old senior, how much do you sell these fragments for?"
The old woman raised a finger.
Ning Tao asked tentatively: "One million?"
The old woman glared at Ning Tao: "One hundred million!"
Ning Tao was immediately frightened and opened his mouth wide. The fragments of a flying sword were actually sold for 100 million. One hundred million is enough to buy a helicopter, so who would want to fly a flying sword? If the weather suddenly changes, if it rains or something, why don't you get soaked in water
The old woman snorted lightly and said in a disdainful tone: "You don't have the money to buy it, so just go and play." "How did you say that?" Qing Zhuihuo said.
Ning Tao grabbed Qing Zhui and asked tentatively: "If I repair your flying sword, how much money can you give me?"
The old woman said coldly: "You want to find trouble, right?"
Ning Tao took a closer look and found that several pieces of the flying sword were missing and could not be put together at all. He took it to the broken cauldron to patch up the damage, but it didn't work, so he took Qing Zhui away again.
After shopping around, Ning Tao found several kinds of spiritual materials. He was very excited, but when he asked the price, he was scared away.
In fact, it's not that prices in this flea market are inflated, but that he is poor. The cultivators and demons here are often hundreds of years old. Take a demon from the Ming Dynasty as an example. Even if the demon from the Ming Dynasty took out the bowls at home and sold them, it would be a huge sum of money. Moreover, over the course of hundreds of years, these cultivators and demons have built up a few industries, and their development has been considerable to this day. In a word, the cultivators and monsters in this flea market are all real invisible rich people, and they are simply not comparable to him, a cultivator doctor who makes some hard money by treating people and doing breast augmentation.
Suddenly, a strange smell drifted into Ning Tao's nostrils, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He followed the smell and saw a piece of dark coal placed on the stall in front of a young nun.
It was indeed a piece of coal, but it was definitely not an ordinary coal. It was called a goblin stone in the "Spiritual Materials Compendium". It was a spiritual material that was carbonized in the spiritual soil, a spiritual material that could only be developed after hundreds of millions of years of evolution.
Although the goblin stone is not one of the spiritual materials used to refine the Ancestral Seeking Pill this time, there is no guarantee that it will not appear on the scarlet jade skull fragments next time. In addition, it is very useful in the field of alchemy.
Qing Zhui also discovered something she liked. She pointed out to Ning Tao the spiritual materials sold by a man next to the young nun, and said excitedly: "That's a colorful snakeberry. It is said that eating it can make shedding a lot easier. It's good for us." There are also benefits to your cultivation.”
The colorful snakeberry is one of the spiritual materials needed to refine the Ancestor-Seeking Pill this time. Ning Tao was attracted by the goblin stone and ignored its existence. Now Qing Zhui reminded him that he discovered it.
The colorful snakeberry plant looks like a strawberry and has several spherical seven-color fruits. The roots are wrapped in soil and are still alive. It seemed like they were picked before leaving for the flea market.
But before Ning Tao went over to ask the price, a voice came from behind.
"Amitabha." This is the voice of Master Fa Kong.
Hearing this Buddha's name, Ning Tao's head suddenly ached. But when he turned around, there was still a smile on his lips: "It turns out to be Master Fakong. Master has been doing well recently."
Master Fakong said in a deep voice: "I am fine, but Ning Donor is not."
Ning Tao said: "What did you say?"
Master Fakong said: "Looking at the look of the benefactor, I see that your hall is green and you have been invaded by evil spirit. You are a fan of the authorities. Do you know that if you continue like this, you will be in trouble! Listen to my advice and cut off the relationship with this monster as soon as possible. It’s not too late!”
"What are you talking about, monk!" Qing Zhui's eyes were filled with fierceness, and he was about to take action.
Ning Tao pulled her behind him: "Master, I know how to deal with my affairs myself, so I won't worry about it for you. Also, I have to remind Master that this is a new era, and your master's time is the same. I have been eliminated a long time ago. Forget it today, I don’t care. I don’t want to hear such words anymore. If Master insists on meddling in my personal affairs, then we can’t be friends.”
"Amitabha." Master Fakong shouted the Buddha's name, then shook his head and sighed. Before Ning Tao could say anything else, he took Qing Zhui and went to the stall of the cultivator selling colorful snake berries.
The cultivator selling colorful snake berries has a sharp face and monkey cheeks, which gives off a treacherous feeling at first glance.
"Senior, how do you sell these colorful snake berries?" Ning Tao said straight to the point.
"Twelve million." The cultivator selling colorful snake berries answered simply.
Ning Tao said: "I only have five million, will you sell it?"
The cultivator selling colorful snake berries said disdainfully: "Do you think you are buying from a stall at the night market? I'll set a price, and you can cut it in half for me. I see you have asked several people, and you just asked whether you want to buy it or not. Money, don’t delay my business here, go have fun somewhere else.”
Ning Tao didn't care. He opened the small medicine box and took out the small porcelain bottle containing the high-quality junior prescription pills. He poured out two high-quality junior prescription pills and handed them to the cultivator selling colorful snake berries: "This is what I am refining." The elixir made uses a lot of spiritual materials. It has the effect of prolonging life and purifying the body. Not to mention how beneficial it is to your cultivation, but it can help you consolidate the foundation you have laid before. I will take these two pills. How about exchanging the elixir for your colorful snakeberry?"
"Let me take a look." The cultivator selling colorful snake berries took a high-quality junior prescription elixir from Ning Tao's hand, then smelled the elixir's fragrance and looked at the elixir's light. Soon, he confirmed the value of the high-quality junior prescription pill, and the way he looked at Ning Tao was different.
Ning Tao was secretly happy in his heart, but he said calmly: "I will exchange two pills for you for one spiritual material. You will not lose anything."
The cultivator selling colorful snake berries nodded.
At this time, a voice suddenly came: "I will pay 20 million to buy your spiritual materials."
Ning Tao turned around and saw Tang Huaiyu walking this way.
The cultivator selling colorful snake berries hesitated for a moment, then handed two high-quality prescription pills back to Ning Tao: "Sorry, your pills are good, but I need money more."
Tang Huaiyu came over and said domineeringly: "Give me your account number, and I will pay 20 million to buy your spiritual materials."
Qing Zhui was about to have a fit, but Ning Tao grabbed her hand.
Tang Huaiyu looked at Ning Tao and sneered: "As long as it makes you unhappy, I am willing to pay no matter how high the price is."
Ning Tao didn't answer.
Tang Huaiyu continued: "As long as it is something you want, I will make it impossible for you to get it. If you buy one for 20 million, you will not be happy. This is a good deal."
Ning Tao smiled: "Do you have a lot of money? You can buy whatever I like? Then you have to prepare the money."
After saying that, he thought about the nun selling goblin stones and walked over.
Tang Huaiyu was about to follow, but the cultivator selling colorful snake berries stopped her: "Hey! You haven't given me the money yet."
"Give me the account number." Tang Huaiyu didn't care about the 20 million.
But just when the cultivator selling colorful snake berries gave his account number to Tang Huaiyu, Tang Zixian came over and said, "Once is enough, don't let it happen a second time."
Tang Huaiyu said angrily: "He killed my son, and my ancestor also died in his hands. You don't avenge our Tang family, but you still want to stop me. Are you still a member of the Tang family?"
"Presumptuous!" Tang Zixian scolded: "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"
Tang Huaiyu froze immediately and did not dare to say anything rude again.
"Give them money, I want this thing." Tang Zixian reached out and grabbed the colorful snakeberry, turned around and left.
A flash of hatred flashed in Tang Huaiyu's eyes, but she still transferred the money.