Zhengxian Road

Chapter 30 Treasure Fair (Part [-])
Originally, Cui Ning planned to find a place to live and practice the Sun Jue, but on the way back, he was attracted by a stall.

Because there were many people standing in front of the booth, and there were thunderous laughter from time to time.

Cui Ning was curious to see what kind of stall could attract so many immortal cultivators.

The stall owner was a brawny man with a bare upper body and a scar on his face, about 40 years old.

Surrounded by so many immortal cultivators, he didn't show any nervousness. Instead, he chatted loudly with the inquiring monks.

I saw dozens of various instruments, talismans and some storage items on his booth.Although it is very miscellaneous, there are a lot of them, and the quality is much better than that sold by the girl before.

But for Cui Ning, unless it is an earth-level magic weapon, ordinary magic weapons can no longer enter his eyes. He himself has many mysterious-level magic weapons.

When Cui Ning arrived, some monks could not stand their temper and made a deal with the scar-faced man. The price of the man was actually not expensive. In addition, the quality of these magical artifacts was better, and even two monks were already buying the same item. The magic weapon he liked almost made a big fight.

The scar-faced man didn't say anything to stop them, but instead watched the two "compete" cheerfully.

Cui Ning squatted down in front of the booth, but he was looking at the talismans that stored middle and low-level spells.

For high-level cultivators, these talismans are nothing, but for low-level monks, they are extremely practical "unique tricks". Just imagine that when facing an enemy, throwing a talisman over while the opponent is not paying attention, wouldn't it be Instantly turn the tide of battle.

As we all know, the production of talismans in the world of cultivating immortals is a complicated job. Not only does it require specific talisman paper, but it also needs to consume a lot of spiritual energy, and the success rate of talismans is terribly low.

Especially some high-level talismans require strong spiritual power and spiritual knowledge support.

Cui Ning also knows a little bit about talismans, because he has a few "Zixiao Shenlei Talismans" on his body, which are top-level talismans comparable to the power of Jindan.

Soon, the magical artifacts on the stall of the scar-faced man had been snapped up, but those talismans were not cared for.

Cui Ning can also probably guess the reason: the talismans sold at this stall are all sealed low-level spells, and there are many types of spells, but these spells can be mastered by ordinary sect disciples in the late stage of Qi refining after learning basic supernatural powers. Easily cast out.

And ordinary casual cultivators who are not rich will not use their own spirit stones to buy these talismans.

Cui Ning turned to look at the other items on the stall, most of which were necessary for low-level practitioners.

"Huh? This is?"

Cui Ning's mind was attracted by an oval-shaped black stone on the booth. For some reason, the Taiyang Jue in his body was actually aroused.

Cui Ning immediately suppressed his aura fluctuations, and then looked at the people present calmly, but his mind was always on the black stone.

"What is this black stone that can trigger the Sun Art? Is it related to the Eastern Emperor Bell?"

Cui Ning was shocked, and decided to find a way to take this thing down, but he couldn't make it too obvious, which would easily arouse the suspicion of interested people.Cui Ning's thinking like this really made him think of a way.

After waiting for a long time, the magical artifacts on the stall of the scar-faced man were almost sold out. Seeing that the crowd gradually dispersed, Cui Ning also left, but he did not go far, but wandered around there carelessly. They have all been placed on the big man's booth.

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The scar-faced man was happily preparing to pack his things and plan to leave.

"Today's profits are good. Although not all of them were sold, more than half of them were sold. There are still two days left in the market, and we will definitely be able to sell all of them."

Looking at the few magic weapons left on the stall, the big man happily hummed a tune.

"Fellow Daoist!"

A voice interrupted the big man's thoughts.

"You... are you?"

The scar-faced man looked up, only to see a young casual cultivator standing in front of him.

This boy was Cui Ning who was watching nearby. Seeing that the scar-faced man was about to pack up the stall and leave, he immediately walked over to stop him.

The big man glanced at Cui Ning with some doubts, his eyes were also full of vigilance, he hesitated and said: "Fellow Daoist asked me to stay here, what's the matter?"

Cui Ning tried his best to behave kindly, and deliberately turned a blind eye to the other party's alert expression:
"In Xiadingshan, I want to buy the talisman of fellow daoist."

"You want to buy a talisman?"

Dahan Yile: "Fellow Daoist really wants to buy talismans, I don't know how many you want, I have a lot of varieties of talismans."

As he spoke, he introduced it endlessly.

"how much do you have?"

Hearing this rhetorical question, the big man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said:
"Hehe, do fellow daoists need a lot, I'll show you."

As he spoke, he began to count the low-level spell talismans on the stall with his spiritual sense.

"There are 120 talismans in total." The big man quickly finished counting.

"I don't know, how much do fellow daoists need?"

"Well, all of them."

"All!?"

The big man's smile stopped, he looked at Cui Ning, and then laughed loudly:
"Since that's the case, I'm also happy. Originally, there were three talismans for one spirit stone. Since fellow daoists bought so many, I can give you 35 spirit stones at a cheaper price. How about it?"

"It's indeed a fair price, but I don't have a spirit stone on me." Cui Ning said slowly.

"What? No spirit stones! Fellow Daoists, are you kidding me!"

The big man is still cheerful, but his tone is a little stiff.

"If you don't have enough spirit stones, you can use elixirs. You only need [-] elixirs to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence."

The big man thought that Cui Ning wanted to exchange things.

"I don't have any pills..."

"What? You're kidding me!" Before Cui Ning finished speaking, the big man was also angry.

Seeing the other party getting angry, Cui Ning also hurriedly said the rest.

"Fellow daoist, calm down. It's true that you're not playing tricks on fellow daoist. It's true that you don't have enough spirit stones, so why don't you want to exchange some magic weapons that you don't need?"

In fact, Cui Ning's spirit stones are enough, but he sees that magic tools sell well, and he can't show his face to sell magic tools.

So I came up with such a way of bartering things.

"Magic artifact?" It was the turn of the scar-faced man to be surprised. He thought for a while and said:
"I don't know how many instruments you have, let me check the quality."

Seeing this, Cui Ning didn't say a word, and directly took those unused instruments out of the storage bag.

"Good stuff!" The big man's eyes widened when he saw so many artifacts, and then he checked them one by one.

"I've also estimated these instruments, and they're almost 35 spirit stones. Hey, these are all my net worth."

Cui Ning was secretly happy, but he did not forget to complain and confuse the other party.

"But..." Cui Ning paused and said, pretending to be heartbroken.

The big man saw Cui Ning's expression and thought he was going to repent, so he said quickly:
"I like these instruments very much. If it's not possible, I'll give you another gadget."

"There is a play!"

This idea was right in Cui Ning's mind. He was still thinking about how to ask for that pitch-black stone, but this is great, the other party gave it directly.

Cui Ning looked at those magic tools, sighed silently, and said as if he had made great determination: "Oh, who told me to urgently need these talismans, that's all, let's make a deal."

Hearing this sentence, the big man was relieved and grinned.

"Well, I'll just pick one from your stall as a starter.

I think this thing is not bad, let it be. Cui Ning muttered as he took the black stone that he had been staring at for a long time from the big man's stall.

Handing over the magic weapon with one hand and the talisman with the other, the big man happily took the elixir, and Cui Ning also pretended to count the talismans.

Then Cui Ning put the talisman paper and the pitch-black stone into the storage bag, and then said goodbye to the big man.

"Fellow daoist, go slowly." The big man also said with a smile and clasped his fists.

Cui Ning found an inn to rest.Today's harvest is very rich. These 120 low-level spell talismans can be regarded as "unique tricks" in the future. With them, my self-protection ability has increased by one point.

The most important thing is that pitch-black stone, it must be related to the Sun Art, I don't know what it is.

But this is not a good place for research, Cui Ning plans to go back to the island to do research.

In the evening, Cui Ning came to the square again. At this time, the number of monks was more than double that of the daytime, and there were still many scattered monks rushing here.

It was only later that Cui Ning found out that Zhu Jidan's trade fair was about to start.

Afterwards, Cui Ning witnessed the popularity of the Foundation Establishment Pill with his own eyes. The originally imagined exchange of goods did not appear, but instead became a lot of monks opening their mouths to bid, and the highest price won. The intensity was like a small auction meeting.

In the end, Jidan was bought by a middle-aged man wearing a cloak at a high price of [-] spirit stones.

After receiving the brocade box from the organizer, the middle-aged man checked it out, then left the scene with a happy expression on his face.

From Cui Ning's perception, it was obvious that several casual cultivators also left the venue.

"Every man is innocent, but pregnant is guilty!" Cui Ning frowned and sighed.

(End of this chapter)