"Meow!" Mo Xiaozuo was immediately angry, and he turned back and gave him a slap in the face, rubbing his master's hair like this, scoundrel!
"His—" Mo Tianliao took a deep breath and stretched out his hand from the cloak, and he was bleeding.
Not daring to provoke Uncle Cat anymore, Mo Tianliao stretched out both hands and let it flutter in the cloak. The cloak cost three middle-grade spirit stones. This kind of cloak can cover the faint aura emitted by the monk himself, as long as it is not Using the soul to spy on, you can cover up your cultivation.
Go to the easternmost square of Ruyi Square first, and listen to the shopkeeper say that there is an auction house.
In Xiuxianfang City, apart from the shops in the mortal world, there are usually such auction houses. Some rare materials, medicinal pills or spiritual treasures have no fixed price, so they need to be bought and sold in this kind of place, and the price is high. Those who get.
Mo Tianliao approached the sorghum mansion built of black boulders, and a waiter came up to greet him: "Guest officer, there is no meeting today, we have to wait until tomorrow."
Auctions are definitely not held every day, usually every few days, after all, rare things are not often received.
"Consignment." A deep, hoarse voice came from the black cloak, sounding like an old man.
The waiter was only a little cultivator with the second level of Qi training. He guessed that the cloak might be an artifact refiner or an alchemist. He didn't dare to neglect and led him inside.
"Could you let me see what treasures are for sale?" There are appraisers in the house who will see if the items are worth auctioning, because there is always no shortage of those who fish in shoddy waters.
Mo Tianliao glanced at the appraiser. His cultivation was profound, at least above the foundation building level. Using his divine sense to probe a little, it was actually an early stage of Jindan! Thinking about it, no matter how small an auction house is, there are treasures.
He took out a long wooden box from the storage bracelet, Mo Tianliao didn't say a word, he knotted a seal with one hand to release the restriction on the box, and made a "please" gesture.
The appraiser's pupils shrank, this box was actually made of thousand-year-old water-sinking wood! What a waste!
Slowly open the box cover, there is a box full of wooden thorns, pick up one and look at it, the three-inch long wooden thorn, the carving is even simple, only two rings are carved at the end to prevent hand slipping, and the tip is wrapped A layer of black iron. But it cannot be said that the workmanship is rough, because the layer of black iron is extremely thin, and it is almost impossible to feel the seam between the iron and the wood.
The appraiser clamped a smooth wooden thorn between his fingers, filled it with spiritual power, and threw it with a backhand. Can't get it out anyway.
"High-grade instruments are comparable to low-grade treasures," the appraiser took out all the wooden thorns and compared them one by one, each one was of average length, exactly the same, "There are fifty-eight in total, which can only be used for once."
Speaking of which, the appraiser is a bit unfortunate. If this thing is a magic weapon that can be controlled by the soul, it can be sold to monks above Jindan. So many wooden thorns can be placed in a killing array, and the price will definitely be higher than it is now. More than ten times.
Naturally, Mo Tianliao also knew this principle, but in order to practice treasures, he had to add clear stone. This material was very expensive, and it was not available on the back mountain. What's more, sinking wood is not a good material, and it is not necessarily cost-effective to practice it as a treasure.
"If you shoot people, you can pull it out and use it again." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and took out nine wooden thorns, leaving forty-nine thorns. People who cultivate immortals pay attention to conforming to the destiny, and the number of seven or seven is regarded as auspicious, and it is easier to sell.
The appraiser nodded: "The estimate is 50 pieces of mid-grade spirit stones, which can be sold on consignment." After speaking, he took out a wooden sign with the logo of the auction house and divided it into two halves. One half was embedded in the sinking wooden box, and the other half handed over Mo Tianliao said that the show will start at noon in the morning. At that time, you can enter the venue with a wooden sign, and there is no need to pay the admission fee. After the item is sold, go here to collect the spirit stone with the wooden sign, and the auction will charge 10% of the reward.
"Hmm..." The fur ball in his arms grabbed the clothes and climbed into his neck, and took a bite on the back of his neck. Mo Tianliao was startled and snorted inexplicably.
"Do you have any questions about the guest officer?" The appraiser paused, thinking that he was dissatisfied with the price, and his hood covered Mo Tianliao's face, so he could only tentatively say, "This is the first time the guest officer is here. Cheng is already very cheap, and if you come here often in the future, the price can be negotiated."
10% is not too low, and it's still reasonable. Mo Tianliao said nothing, left the wooden box behind, and turned to leave the auction house. General auction houses are very reputable, so there is no need to worry about them defaulting on their debts.
She retracted her hands into the cloak, took the cat around her neck down, and stuffed it into her clothes. The kitten immediately raised her head in dissatisfaction, and was covered by the dark cloak, so she couldn't see anything. He stabbed and drew a small mouth, revealing a pair of bright eyes.
Mo Tianliao couldn't, so he had to go with it, and take the cat to stroll in the Ruyi Square slowly.
Ruyifang is just a small market, but although the sparrow is small and complete, it sells everything.
Walking into a shop selling jade, there are large and small uncarved rough jade, as well as some exquisitely carved jewelry.
Mo Tianliao's eyes stopped on a piece of azure-blue cold jade. The jade was crystal clear and flawless. There was a faint white mist all over his body, which must be caused by his own cold air.
"This is the first-class cold jade. The spirit grass that stores the water attribute can keep the aura from being damaged," the shop owner introduced enthusiastically. "If it is made into jewelry and given to the sweetheart, it will also be used." After speaking, he took out a piece carved from cold jade. The hairpin of , only simply carved a cloud map, it is very beautiful.
Mo Tianliao glanced at the rough-carved hairpin with disgust, and picked up the piece of rough jade: "Five middle-grade spirit stones."
"That can't be done!" The shop owner immediately waved his hand, indicating that high-grade cold jade can be used to refine spiritual tools, and for such a large piece, at least ten middle-grade spiritual stones are required.
"The cold jade has flaws, but it can give birth to ice spirits. This jade is flawless and can only be used as accessories. Five pieces is already very high." Mo Tianliao bargained mercilessly.
"As I said, you can't buy ten high-grade spirit stones for cold jade that can give birth to an ice soul." The shop owner rolled his eyes. People who don't know how to do it think that all jade is flawless, but this cold jade is different. The ones with ice cracks in them are valuable, although they are not as good-looking as the flawless ones.
In the end, Mo Tianliao bought this cold jade with fifty-five low-grade spirit stones.
Mo Tianliao went to other shops and bought a set of carving knives and some cheap refining materials. It was almost dusk, so he found an inn to stay.
Immortal cultivators are not limited by the environment. If Mo Tianliao is alone, he can find a place to meditate without any problem, but he brings a cat. In order to prevent others from coveting, it is safer to stay in an inn.
After entering the guest room, the kitten jumped onto the bed and looked around with its tail erect.
Mo Tianliao took off his cloak, sat on the bed and took out the piece of cold jade to check.
When the kitten saw it, it also came over and looked at the jade while holding his arm. No matter how it looked, it was ordinary cold jade. What did this idiot buy it for? Suddenly I remembered what the shop owner said, although this cold jade cannot be used as a spiritual tool, it looks very beautiful if it is carved into jewelry.
"Meow!" Mo Xiaozuo was immediately unhappy, and slapped the jade from Mo Tianliao's hand with a slap.
Mo Tianliao caught the flying jade with his backhand, stretched out a finger and tapped the snow-white hairy head, "Don't make trouble, I want to carve something nice."
After speaking, he took out the set of carving knives he just bought from the storage bracelet and made a gesture on the jade.
Sure enough, it's about carving jewelry! Damn, who is this for? Is it the female disciple of Woqingdong, or the little maid of Qingning Palace
Using spiritual power on the edge of the knife, cutting it with one stroke, cutting jade is like cutting tofu, which is extremely easy. Mo Tianliao shot quickly, first cut a square, then turned it around like an apple, hollowed out the jade, and trimmed the edges with a smaller knife.
The snow-white kitten turned his back and pointed his tail at him, not at all reluctant to appreciate the exquisite skills of flowing clouds and water.
"Okay!" In less than a stick of incense, Mo Tianliao carved it, "Little Claw, look."
The little furball turned his back to him, ignoring it.
Just poking with one finger, ignore it.
Pull the tail, ignore it.
Mo Tianliao lay down and put his face in front of the kitten: "Little Claw?"
The light-colored glass eyes slowly raised, silent for a moment, opened his mouth, and bit it.
"It hurts!" Mo Tianliao touched the tip of his bitten nose, and put the jade piece in his hand in front of the hair ball to please, "Master, don't be angry, this is a small tribute to you."
The kitten turned her head and looked at it. It wasn't the ugly hairpin and jade pendant in her imagination. It was a round and clear small bowl without any extra decorations. When the rim of the bowl will not block the beard.
Exactly the same as the cat bowl he used in the magic palace!
"Make do with it first, then we'll buy something better later." Mo Tianliao touched the kitten apologetically.
Cat tongues can't eat things that are too hot, even monsters. The bowl made of cold jade can cool the food, but it is not too cold, just enough to eat. In the Demon Palace, Mo Tianliao dug a fist-sized piece of ice from Wannian Hanyu and made him such a cat bowl.
The white kitten looked at the light blue bowl, and then at Mo Tianliao, whose eyes were gentle, slowly raised its paws, and pulled the small jade bowl to the front, hum, for your filial piety, for the sake of your filial piety. The teacher will accept it reluctantly.
The author has something to say: Oooo, I just don’t remember it in the morning on the weekend, I go to eat first, and come back later to correct the typo~ Small Theater: "You Don't Understand the World of the Local Tyrant"
Magic Armor: Venerable, this is ten thousand years of ice soul
Woodworking: Can craft two ice needles and a cat bowl
Demon Cultivator B: Venerable, this is the best snow velvet
Carpentry: Can craft a fire glove and a cat litter
Cultivators of the Immortals: 10,000 taels of gold are not worth a pinch of hair in the magic palace