Family Cultivation: I have a skill panel

Chapter 55
The two of them walked in from the back hall along the long corridor, walked through a courtyard, and came to the door of a small building that was completely dark. Four monks in dusty long robes were sitting cross-legged , guarding all directions of the small building.

The aura of these monks fluctuated a lot, and at least the seventh level of qi refining could be faintly seen.

And that small building is not simple, a khaki golden aura is like an upside-down bowl, protecting the whole small building inside.

Seeing someone coming, the four monks guarding the small building looked coldly. Seeing that it was Li Chouxuan, they closed their eyes and did not say hello.

Li Chouxuan explained to Zhao Xiuxuan
"These are the Iron Guards of the clan, directly under the jurisdiction of the Patriarch"

Zhao Xiuxuan nodded, not understanding what the beautiful woman brought him here for.

Li Chouxuan spread his hands at him, and bring your spirit stones. My Zhao family can still exchange [-] low-grade spirit stones. If it is someone else, I will charge half of the fee.

Zhao Xiuxuan looked at the four monks, hesitated for a moment, then took out an empty storage bag, put nine thousand spirit stones in it, Li Chouxuan asked him to wait here, and then walked to the small building alone , Those grey-clothed monks didn't ask any questions, and waved their hands directly to open the formation, but their eyes were fixed on Zhao Xiuxuan, as if as long as he made any movement, they would all attack him and kill him on the spot.

A murderous aura seemed to shoot straight at him, Zhao Xiuxuan frowned, and thought to himself
These people are very murderous.

However, if there is no special way to cultivate the pure killing intent, there is no threat at all. At most, one can feel a chill feeling of being targeted by evil wolves.

Zhao Xiuxuan remained calm amidst the murderous aura. After waiting for a while, Li Chouxuan came out of the small building gracefully, shaking his willow waist, and returned the storage bag just now to the original owner. The shining spirit stone is indeed a middle-grade spirit stone.

Spiritual stones are divided into low-grade spiritual stones, middle-grade spiritual stones, and high-grade spiritual stones. Generally, low-level casual cultivators in the Qi refining period can rarely carry middle-grade spiritual stones. Only great monks at the foundation-building stage and above have such financial resources. .

One thousand low-grade spirit stones can be exchanged for one middle-grade spirit stone.

Zhao Xiuxuan nodded, expressing that he was right.

Seeing him so cautious, Li Chouxuan gave him a wonderful look.

Afterwards, Zhao Xiuxuan left Danlou after being warmly sent off by his buddy Changgui.

Walking around in the market, there are always people looking at him with a ghost face, bowing to him, calling him brother ghost face, regardless of whether he knows him or not.

A newcomer saw this scene and asked the monk who set up the stall
"Fellow Daoist, dare to ask this monk wearing a ghost mask is Brother He, why everyone treats him so politely?"

The monk who set up the stall laughed and explained

"It seems that you have just arrived, don't you want to buy medicine pills, come on, you taste this bottle"

Speaking of which, he took out a small bottle with a ghost face pattern from the storage bag and continued.
"The elixir here is the blood-returning elixir refined by that person just now. This is the elixir I received from the Li Family Dan Building for my own use."

The monk who asked was not polite, he opened the vial and looked and smelled it, but there was no big difference between the left and the right, so he said nonchalantly

"The appearance of this pill is good, but after all, it is a low-level blood recovery pill, so how good can it be?"

"Bring it"

The stall owner was also short-tempered. Seeing that he didn't know the goods, he simply ignored him. He took back the things he was about to sell just now, obviously not planning to do his business anymore.

The monk became anxious when he saw it. He had been looking at a piece of flint stone in this booth for several days. How could this person not sell it if he didn’t sell it?

hastily begged

"Fellow Daoist, it's because I'm blind. You see, I'm new here, and I don't know much about elixir. So, tell me carefully, how about I add another spirit stone to your fire essence?"

The stall owner just took a look at him.

"Seeing your sincerity, I don't want to charge you too much for this spirit stone. I can give you this business. Let me tell you, in this Qinghefang, when buying a pill, don't look at whether the pill is low-grade or mid-grade, just look at it." Do you have a ghost face?
This pill that dares to carve a ghost face is not only cheap, but also has a good pill effect. For example, my bottle of blood recovery pill only needs nine spirit stones, but the pill effect is [-]% stronger than Yuanchun pill with twelve spirit stones. "

"There is such a thing!"

"Also, let me tell you"

Listening to others' discussion, Zhao Xiuxuan felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he has learned the disguise spell, wearing the ghost mask has become a habit, and he forgot to take it off for a while. He hurriedly found a deserted place, took off the mask, and adjusted his disguise at will Look, changed clothes.

Walking in the square city, this is much cleaner.

After shopping around, he bought about 120 bottles of good-quality elixir from the stall, and spent [-] spirit stones. These were intended to be handed over to the Zhao family shop for them to display for sale. It was Zhao Xiuxuan's help in disguise. family.

After buying the elixir, he was going to buy some elixir materials for alchemy.

What he needs are some low-level materials, and there are plenty of them in the scattered stalls. When he was about to pick a stall to buy at random, there were bursts of pushing and insulting sounds in his ears.

Out of curiosity, he followed the sound.

I saw a cold-faced man in the clothes of the management of the market, pushing an old woman in coir raincoat in her eighties. Beside the old woman, there was a young girl of seventeen or eighteen holding a bamboo basket awkwardly, not knowing what to do. measures.

"Old stuff! I told you yesterday, don't continue to set up a stall in Qinghefang. If you dare to come today, get out of here."

Even though the cold-faced man was swearing, his expression remained motionless, as if he was paralyzed.

The old woman didn't resist being pushed and shoved. Besides, even if she resisted, with her small aura fluctuation, it must not be as powerful as a punch from the manager of the square.

He could only leave obediently holding a bunch of things he had randomly put away in his hands.

"This person looks familiar"

Zhao Xiuxuan remembered that when he was selling pills for the first time in Qinghefang, the cold-faced monk in front of him took three spirit stones from him, but he couldn't remember the name.

The old woman fled the street with the girl who looked aggrieved, and she probably didn't dare to set up a stall in the market. When passing by Zhao Xiuxuan, the bamboo basket that the girl was holding on her chest accidentally brushed against his chest. On his shoulder, Zhao Xiuxuan suddenly felt a burst of abnormal aura fluctuations, his eyes flashed, and then they were covered again.

On the edge of the square city, the old woman had tears in her eyes and touched her tears.

The girl next to her hurriedly took out a handkerchief to the old woman, and said in relief
"Grandma, forget it, they won't let us set up a stall here, so we won't come here"

The old woman was wrinkled and old, and she sighed helplessly.

"Ayu, if we don't sell these herbs, where can we get the money to buy pills for your father to heal his wounds? Hey, let's try again in two days. It's a pity that we spent a piece of spirit stone, but there was no spirit grass Sell ​​it, these people in Fangshi are too domineering.”

The girl lowered her head in shame, feeling guilty in her heart for not being able to stand up for her mother-in-law in the square market.

The old woman saw through her mind, and instead comforted her,
"Ayu, good granddaughter, fortunately you were not impulsive just now, that person is not something we can afford, you have to endure these things in the future, you must endure, otherwise you will cause trouble, and you will die."

The girl Ayu nodded, still a little bit aggrieved in her heart.

At this moment, there was an unhurried voice in my ear
"Grandma, can you show me your herbs?"

　Today's second update, happy for recommendation, happy for collection, happy for comments, happy for reading, happy for investment, why happy, I don't know.

　　By the way, today I received a message from the group of book friends, uh uh uh, flattered, I replied by voice, but when I went to listen to the voice I said, there was no voice, I don’t know why, the person who asked the question didn’t know how to I can’t hear it. As I have no experience with this question, I will ask my seniors for advice. If you also have this idea, you can talk about it.

　　


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