After coaxing Uncle Cat, Mo Tianliao asked Xiao Er to bring food.
This is the only inn in Ruyifang, and the food is generally very expensive. Mo Xiaozuo moved the fish in the bowl and pushed it aside, not wanting to eat it.
Mo Tianliao ignored it and prepared to go out to buy some fresh fish for the cat in a while, and finished the meal bit by bit with chopsticks. Before cultivating immortality in his last life, he was born in a poor family. After his family broke down, he often couldn't get enough to eat. Unless it was really hard to swallow, he could eat ordinary food slowly.
Mo Xiaozuo squatted aside and looked at him, lowered his head, and slowly ate the fish that had been thorned in the bowl. He was also hungry, but after seeing Mo Tianliao again, he unconsciously started to picky eaters again.
Mo Tianliao turned his head and saw the little hair ball slowly eating fish, and he felt a little distressed. When he was in the magic palace, this uncle only ate the fish raised in ice spring water: "If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it, I'll go in a while. Buy you something else."
The white hairball looked up at him, flicked his tail, and decisively pushed the jade bowl aside.
"..." Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth, stood up resignedly, and explained that the cat would be obedient to himself, but he was worried when he walked out of the door, turned around and went back to put the cat in his clothes, and lifted his feet to the street.
The sun has set, and Ruyifang is lit up. The market of immortals is different from that of ordinary people. There is no difference between day and night. Some treasures need night to see their true colors.
The shops were closed, and the stalls on the square were placed in the middle of the market. Glass cups, falling star yarns, luminous cups, all kinds of treasures filled the entire Ruyi Square, from a distance, it looked like a heavenly street.
Mo Tianliao bought a pack of fried small fish, ate one by himself, and fed one to Maokou at the mouth of the cloak.
"This glazed hairpin is really pretty, senior, let's wear it for you." An enchanting-looking female cultivator gestured towards the man behind him with a simple carved hairpin.
"I don't think it's suitable for me to wear this." The man was tall and thick. He blushed a little when he heard the words of his junior sister. Although he wanted to accept it, the crystal clear glass was really inappropriate for him. Brothers are joking.
"Also, I'm afraid that only that person in this world is worthy of such a hairpin..." The female cultivator held the hairpin and whispered to herself. That person prefers light-colored glass, and occasionally wears his hair, the hairpin must be made of this material.
The man was a little unhappy, raised his hand and grabbed the hairpin and threw it back to the stall: "How long has that person been dead, what is there to worry about?"
"You..." The woman raised her eyes and glared at him, just as she was about to say something, she stopped suddenly.
"How do you sell this glazed hairpin?" The low and pleasant voice, with a little diffuseness, was like thunder in the woman's ears.
"Fifteen low-grade spirit stones." The monk who set up the stall responded immediately.
"Although the color of the colored glaze is good, the craftsmanship is rudimentary, ruining the material," slender fingers stretched out from the cloak and twisted the light colored glazed hairpin, which was carved with a simple flowing cloud chasing the moon, and the knife technique was jerky , "Five low-grade spirit stones."
"That won't work, I spent eight yuan to buy this piece of colored glass." The cultivator quit.
"Then you might as well sell Liuli directly, I'll give you ten yuan."
"..." The monk who set up the stall fell to his knees in anger.
"Your Honor..." the woman beside her called out in a daze.
The people in the cloak didn't respond, they continued to bargain with the stallholders, and finally bought the glazed hairpin with eight low-grade spirit stones, and left without looking back.
Mo Tianliao returned to the inn, played with the glass hairpin in his hand, took out a small carving knife, and casually decorated the rough carving object. The girl just now, if he didn't admit his mistake, it should be his former fire-burner. He forgot which magic door sent it. It seems that the magic palace is scattered, and this woman has returned to her own sect, but... This is Wo Yun How can there be a person in the devil's door in the site of the sect
"Little Claw, do you remember which school the woman gave to me?" Mo Tianliao blew off the engraved debris and asked the hairball licking his paws.
The kitten looked up at him, squinted slowly, and suddenly gave him a paw.
Mo Tianliao was startled, this claw carried spiritual power, and it would definitely bleed if scratched, so frightened that the soul was pulled out of his arm!
I heard the sound of scratching wood in my ears, and when I looked down, my small arm had really turned into wood, and the fur claws scratched the sleeves, leaving four white marks on the wood.
"Huh?" He moved his arm, his fingers could still move, and the part that turned into wood was still conscious, but it was a little blunter than the flesh and blood part.
"Meow?" The kitten also widened her eyes and pressed it with her pink fleshy palm. It was hard and had a layer of light blue bark. It stood up and scratched for a while. Thinking it was fun, I hugged that arm and started scratching and biting.
Mo Tianliao was stunned for a while, then slowly pulled the divine soul away from his fingertips, and the fingers gradually turned into wood, and then filled the divine soul, and it turned back into flesh and blood. Mo Tianliao had a very complicated mood about being able to become "not a human being" at any time. He picked up the hairball that was still grinding his claws and lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
The night was silent, and the next day, Mo Tianliao put on a cloak and went to the auction house again.
The monks who have things to sell will enter with a wooden sign, and those who do not have to pay an entrance fee of five low-grade spirit stones.
Mo Tianliao put away the wooden sign, put five spirit stones in the tray at the door, walked in and found an inconspicuous corner to sit down. The person holding the wooden sign was invited to a specific seat by the attendant.
It was not a big hall, but soon it was filled with people, the lights dimmed, and a smiling foundation-building cultivator stepped onto the stage.
"Thank you for not giving up, patronizing Ruyi Auction House, today there are several rare treasures, I invite you fellow Taoists and seniors to share..." The process of the auction was roughly introduced. The treasures were placed on the stage and covered with red cloth. Open piece by piece, whoever has the highest price wins. There are masters in the auction house, and there is no need to worry about someone killing people and stealing treasures.
Mo Tianliao sneered, nothing would happen in the auction house.
"The first treasure, the Millennium Guiyuan Grass," the monk on the stage uncovered the red cloth on the first tray, and a blue-yellow spirit grass quietly lay in the cold jade box, "Start shooting, four hundred and fifty-five Ten low-grade spirit stones."
Guiyuan Cao is the basis for refining and calming the soul elixir. A hundred years old can be used to refine a soothing pill, a five hundred years old can be used to refine a refreshing pill, and a thousand years old can be used to refine a mind-boosting pill.
The price of the Concentrating Spirit Pill is very expensive, because this kind of pill can not only appease the manic spirit, but if the spirit is injured, only this pill can repair one or two.
As soon as this grass came out, it was immediately scrambled by many alchemists, and was finally snatched away with 80 middle-grade spirit stones.
The first three were spirit herbs and medicinal herbs. Mo Tianliao was in a bad mood, so he took out a bag of fried fish, and in the cloak there was a pair of them to feed the cat.
"This fourth piece is a set of rare instruments," the foundation-building cultivator on the stage lifted the red cloth, took out the thousand-year-old water sinking wooden box, and slowly opened it, revealing the dense wooden thorns inside, "Fourth Nineteen water-sinking wood thorns, black iron cast heads, exquisite workmanship, top-grade instruments, and fifty middle-grade spirit stones."
"Water sinking wood thorns should be made into treasures. What's the use of mere magic tools?" Someone whispered in the audience. If there are so many small objects, if they can't be controlled by the soul, it's not very useful to throw them out.
The people on the stage seemed to have anticipated this and picked up a wooden thorn: "You might as well see the power of this magic weapon and then make a decision." After that, someone took out a three-foot back diamond rock and placed it on the stage. This kind of rock is very strong, comparable to the physical strength of a Jindan cultivator.
A wooden thorn with spiritual power shot straight and passed through the diamond rock without any hindrance.
Everyone was in an uproar, Shui Shenmu is indeed suitable as a hidden weapon, but it is easy to see it in the first place, even if it is not a treasure Not sure it can be reversed.
"sixty!"
"sixty-five!"
"eighty!"
After a while, the price was 80 yuan, and the increase gradually slowed down, and people began to increase it piece by piece.
"Ninety!" A woman's voice sounded, with a certain degree of certainty.
Everyone was silent for a while. Although this magic weapon is good, it is not worthwhile to spend more than 100 middle-grade spirit stones.
"Ninety-five." A lazy voice came from the corner.
The woman turned her head and saw the chin exposed in the black hood, and she was stunned for a moment. When the five-year-old man around him saw that someone was robbing his junior sister, he immediately became unhappy, "One hundred!"
"One hundred and one." Mo Tianliao fed a small fish and slowly exited.
"One hundred and five!" The man jumped on him and hurriedly exited.
Mo Tianliao still raised the price unhurriedly.
"One hundred and thirty!" After a few rounds, the demon man had already shouted such a high price, and then looked over triumphantly, the price far exceeded the value of the magic weapon, it seemed that the man in the cloak I really want to see how much he can get.
Mo Tianliao put away the fried fish in his hand, clapped his hands, and stopped bidding.
"Deal!" The Foundation Establishment cultivator on the stage laughed from ear to ear, "Congratulations to this fellow Daoist!"
The big man from the Demon Sect was stunned, looking at the wooden box and the grateful junior sister, gritted his teeth and took out the money!
"The last treasure is very rare. Remember, if you buy it, you'd better recognize the master in my auction house." The foundation-building cultivator on the stage paused, and the things that need to recognize the master can either be earned in the dantian to warm up. , or it is an extremely precious monster, no matter which kind it is, it is crazy.
The kitten in his arms slowly climbed up and squeezed his head out of the small hole in the cloak. Mo Tianliao looked around, there was no light under the stage, and everyone should not be able to see this little hairy head, so he let it go. .
After the appetite of the crowd was satiated, the red cloth was slowly lifted on the stage, revealing an iron cage, which contained a terrified cub, who was suddenly exposed to strong light and let out a weak whimper. .
"Monster!"
"How many spirit stones I want!"
"Quick offer!"
The pot exploded in the lobby.
The kitten with the cloak tightened its claws suddenly, stabbed and made a big cut.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Woodworking: I'm not human anymore, heartbroken
Xiaopaw: It's okay, no matter what you become, in my heart you have never changed into a carpenter: (moved) What am I in your heart
Small Claws: Cat Claw Board
Woodworker: … Suddenly I feel more stuffed