Mo Tianliao went to the Qingning Palace to report and left a message for the master, stating that he was going to go down the mountain to see the market, he would return in a few days, and then he walked out of Wo Yunzong with the kitten.
Wo Yunzong is very strict with ordinary disciples. If you want to leave the sect, you must report in advance, and there is a fixed time for leaving the sect in a year. A disciple like Mo Tianliao who practices the sixth level of Qi can at most be able to do so in a year. out for six days.
However, as a direct disciple, there is no such restriction, as long as the master agrees, you can go out at will. And Mo Tianliao's master asked him to "do what you want to do".
Mo Tianliao had asked his nephew about the fact that there was a market place for cultivators fifty miles below Woyunzong Mountain.
On the path down the mountain, there were wild flowers blooming, butterflies flying among the flowers, and the kitten struggled to get down, but Mo Tianliao couldn't, so he had to put him down: "I'll walk slowly, you have to follow , don't run around."
Mo Tianliao rubbed the cat's head, got up and walked slowly forward. After taking a few steps back, the cat was still there. A blue butterfly flew over his head, and the white fur ball jumped up suddenly, slapped the butterfly under his palm with a slap, feeling bored, and raised his claws to release the butterfly. The frightened butterfly stumbled and flew to escape, and the kitten suddenly became interested again, jumped up, and slapped again.
Drilling in and out of the flowers, and soon got all the petals and grass clippings all over, the kitten was a little dissatisfied and jumped out and shook its fur.
"Stop playing, let's go." Mo Tianliao said helplessly, standing a few steps away.
The kitten looked back at him, ignored him, squatted on the spot and licked his fur, trying to lick his paws, but found that the paws were stained with dirt, and shook it in disgust, turned and ran to Mo Tianliao's side.
Mo Tianliao smiled reassuringly, the hair ball would finally follow him, so he stepped forward to leave, but felt his waist sink, and looked down, the white hair ball was hanging on the hem of his clothes.
After a moment of silence, Mo Tianliao resignedly bent down and picked up Uncle Cat.
"Meow!" The kitten held up its dirty paws to show him.
Mo Tianliao understood it, took out the handkerchief and water bottle, and poured water to wipe his paws. Gray Pupu's little paws quickly returned to pink, but the kitten was unwilling to go off the ground, crawling up on his collar, and jumping to the top of his head.
"Meow!" The kitten barked happily, and Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth. He always felt that the uncle Mao said "Drive!" The original fantasy of the owner walking in front, and the cat chasing behind, doesn't seem to be the case. There may be...
With Uncle Cat on his back, Mo Tianliao opened his legs and walked down the mountain. At the sixth level of Qi training, he couldn't fly with his sword yet, but he was as light as a swallow, and he reached the edge of the city in less than two hours.
There are always large and small Xiuxianfang cities and towns around the Zhengdao Zongmen. These are all sheltered by the Xianmen. Generally, there are few mortals in them. The people who live there are some loose cultivators, and the people in the Zongmen often come to shop Some materials needed for cultivation.
The square market at the foot of the mountain is called Ruyi Square. It is a long street. There are two squares at the end of the long street. The whole square market is shaped like a jade Ruyi, hence the name Ruyi Square.
Mo Tianliao took the kitten that had already fallen asleep on his head and tucked it into the placket of his chest. After straightening his hair, which had been scratched into a mess, he walked into the market.
The square is full of various stalls, some selling spirit wine, medicine pills, ores, and some gadgets. These are small businesses that don't want to pay the high rent on the long street, so they set up stalls here.
Of course, there are more miscellaneous items of different categories. Most of them are monks who have gone out to practice. When they get some things they don’t need, they come to set up a stall. They can buy them with spirit stones or exchange them for things.
Mo Tianliao took a general look, didn't stop there, and walked directly to the shop that bought and sold magic tools on the long street.
Having not joined the WTO for 300 years, Mo Tianliao first visited a few shops and asked about the price of the storage bags.
"What do you want?" The shopkeeper, who looked like a mortal in his forties and fifties, asked with a smile, "Our Xiangrongzhai has the most complete items in this Ruyifang."
"I have a piece of mink fur, and I want to exchange some good wine." Mo Tianliao said lightly.
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and immediately changed his smile: "There are good wines here too, please invite them from the guest officer."
This is the jargon of the refiner, "I have sable fur in exchange for fine wine, and you can buy a treasure knife with a thousand gold." These words, one is to prevent the refiner with the spirit treasure from being targeted before the transaction, and the other is to remind the store owner that this is a knowledgeable refiner who needs to pay a fair price.
Inside is a small tea room, the decoration is very delicate.
The shopkeeper poured a cup of tea for Mo Tianliao and sat down opposite him: "Little friend is young enough to be able to refine weapons, the future generations are terrifying." A pair of slightly smaller eyes swept across Mo Tianliao and flashed a few words. Unexplained fineness.
Mo Tianliao ended up drinking tea: "The shopkeeper's praise is just mere qi training. This time, I'm disposing of a few small items for the tutor."
The shopkeeper knew it clearly, and the smile on his face couldn't help deepening a bit: "It turns out to be the master's apprentice. If you have anything to deal with, you can bring it. Our Xiangrong Zhai has always been more expensive than other houses."
Mo Tianliao didn't talk nonsense, he made five storage bags, kept two for himself, and took out three. This bag is made of fine workmanship, and the fabric is also high-quality silk, which is very beautiful.
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, many storage bags have a lot of space, but the appearance is not good, and they can't sell for a good price. Take it over and examine it carefully, the space is not large, but it is very stable, the inner strength and spiritual energy are full, and there is no escape at all.
"Good technique!" The shopkeeper couldn't help but be amazed. This kind of technique of drawing a pattern can only be drawn by a master refining master, but the space is not large...
"The magic circle is drawn by the teacher, and the spiritual energy is filled by the younger generation." The shopkeeper was in the middle stage of foundation building, and Mo Tianliao called it the younger generation.
The shopkeeper knew clearly: "This formation is really a good formation, but it's a pity that the space is too small."
The first small storage bag was interrupted by Uncle Cat. The shopkeeper gave six middle-grade spirit stones, and the other two and a half house-sized ones each had fifteen middle-grade spirit stones.
Mo Tianliao nodded in agreement, and asked the shopkeeper a mid-grade spirit stone for only thirty-five pieces: "I want to ask the shopkeeper about something."
"You said." The shopkeeper put away the piece of spiritual stone, and had a good impression of this little cultivator who would be a man.
"Have you ever heard of the divine weapon of Venerable Gingtian?" Mo Tianliao said in a low voice.
The shopkeeper frowned slightly: "Of course I know, but the little friend wants to inquire about the whereabouts of the artifact."
"The master is very obsessed with the art of refining tools, and he only wants to see that thing in his life." Mo Tianliao said helplessly.
"That's natural, who doesn't yearn for an artifact?" The shopkeeper smiled, looked left and right, and lowered his voice, "In those days, many masters died in the volcano, and there were no bones left in the calcined sky. Later, when people went there, they only I picked up a few bits and pieces of treasure, but the divine artifact is not in Calgary at all.
When the artifact was born, it was naturally looted by everyone, and it once caused a bloody storm. But later people found out that no one could use this artifact, and even the Sect Master of Qingyun Sect was at a loss, and this gradually calmed the scramble. After all, the artifact has not yet been refined. It is said that because it was released early, there are irreversible cracks, and it is difficult for the best refining master of the right way to repair.
The shopkeeper was very emotional: "In this world, apart from Venerable Calamity, I am afraid that no one else can become an artifact."
As for the whereabouts of the divine artifact, the last time I heard it was at the Righteous Path Conference a hundred years ago. At that time, it was still in the hands of the Qingyun Sect. After that, I don’t know where it went. Some black market auctions.
"I have been in this Ruyifang all the year round, and the news is not well-informed. If you want to inquire, you can go to the distant city and ask."
Mo Tianliao thanked the shopkeeper, put the spiritual stones he had just earned into a storage bag, threw the storage bag into the storage bracelet, and walked out of Xiangrong Zhai.
The usual storage instruments cannot be placed in other storage instruments. Although the space for this bracelet made by Venerable Calamity is small, in addition to not being afraid of lightning strikes, it has another advantage, that is, it can put other storage instruments. It's just that no one but him knows about this. After all, being able to resist thunder calamity is much more valuable than being able to pack more things.
Although, the so-called anti-thunder calamity is just that the bracelet itself is not afraid of being hacked...
"Meow..." The kitten woke up, stretched and was about to climb up.
Mo Tianliao hurriedly held down the placket of his clothes to prevent it from appearing. The kitten couldn't get out, and was very unhappy, and started scratching Mo Tianliao's waist through his inner shirt.
Mo Tianliao tried his best to hold back his laughter, because he was afraid that he would be found carrying a monster and could not move around, so he had to carry it all his life. He walked into a shop that bought robes with a blank face, bought a big black cloak to cover his head, and then took out the troublesome hair ball and rubbed it vigorously.
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