Mortals start from undercover

After getting rid of the annoying campfire blind date party, the sun rose the next morning.

The piles of snow-white tents were particularly spectacular under the golden sun. At this time, many tribesmen had already made fires to cook milk tea.

The Tuwu people's alchemy skills are not very developed, and many immortal masters still need to eat spiritual grains and spiritual meat. After the early tribesmen cooked milk tea and glutinous rice cakes, they packed the hot food in silver jars and held it over their heads. In front of one big tent after another.

"who is it?"

Mulanzhu woke up immediately.

"Master, it was the little one who prepared the food..."

The people outside the tent respectfully stopped three steps in front of the tent and spoke.

Mulanzhu woke up all of a sudden, raised her hand to perform the cleaning technique, and the sleepiness on her face disappeared. She looked down at her arms and saw that her sister was sleeping soundly.

"Ok?"

A quick glance.

There is an extra felt blanket in the account.

"Oh!"

Mulanzhu suddenly remembered.

It turned out that after attending the bonfire party last night, she saw that it was getting cold and heavy fog was coming. She was afraid that the half-dead man was dead, so she moved him into the tent.

In fact, this was also caused by Li Su's charming aura, which made Mulanzhu unable to help but do things that were beneficial to Li Su.

Although this was just a small move to avoid the cold, it greatly violated Mulanzhu's principles.

Even if she saw Li Su lying in the tent at this time, she didn't feel anything was wrong?

I'm afraid that if the servant lying outside the tent knew about it, he might think that his mistress had a different soul?

"It's time to get up!"

Mulanzhu pushed her sister to wake up.

My sister opened her small mouth, yawned, and said, "Has the sun risen yet?"

"Yes, it's time to prepare. We still have to sell goods today and select the cheapest and most useful spiritual materials from the market..."

Mulanzhu pinched her sister's nose and said: "I have tested it for you with my magic power. You should have spiritual roots in your body, but I am not sure what spiritual roots. I have to prepare the soup for you in advance. Morning Once you reach my level of cultivation, no one will bully us sisters if we join forces!"

"Uh-huh!"

Speaking of practicing, Mulandie suddenly woke up.

After rubbing his big eyes, he tilted his little head and asked curiously: "Sister, do you think the 'wooden man' is about to wake up?"

"Ok?"

Mulanzhu said with a puzzled look.

"Why do you say that?"

"I find that his complexion is getting better and better, and he looks more and more like a normal person, right?"

The little girl pointed out the fact that Li Su was recovering from her injury, which made Mulanzhu stunned and then she came to her senses and said, "You are really a little careful, there is something that even my sister didn't notice!"

In fact, this woman was bewitched by Li Su's magical power. Even if she discovered Li Su's changes, her mind automatically filtered out thoughts that were unfavorable to Li Su.

"Hehe, it would be great if he wakes up! He can also go to the market with us to have a look..."

Mulandie threw herself into her sister's arms and said coquettishly.

"Wait a minute!"

Mulanzhu didn't think so.

On the contrary, she had a hunch that once this man woke up, she might never see him again.

"call!"

Let out a breath.

The two sisters finished cleaning up and enjoyed the breakfast brought by the servant.

The fragrant salty milk tea, although the milk is not the milk of spiritual beasts, some slightly spiritual spiritual tea is added to it. These spiritual teas are sold by merchants from Dajin. There is nothing to purify the mind and improve cultivation. It has many strange effects, but it has the unique effect of adjusting the five qi of the human body and cleaning out toxins in the internal organs.

The fragrant glutinous rice cake is from the local spiritual grain, and the output is very small. Even those at the ninth level of Qi Refining such as Mulanzhu cannot enjoy it every day.

This thing needs to be watered with extremely cold and pure snow water, and it can only be sown, grown and harvested once a year.

After harvesting the 'spiritual barley', the monks steamed it with hot fire and cold springs, broke open the spiritual barley with giant pestles and copper pots, and kneaded it into balls of spiritual cake.

Mulanzhu ate several glutinous rice cakes in one breath, and the magic power in her body turned the food into spiritual energy.

My younger sister Mu Landie has a small appetite. She has not started practicing yet. After eating only half of the glutinous rice cake, she sipped the milk tea. Suddenly she remembered something and walked up to Li Su holding a small pot of tea. .

"Come on, wooden man, you need some water..."

Li Su closed his eyes and noticed someone opening his mouth and feeding milk tea from a milk tea cup into his mouth.

If Li Su didn't want to open her mouth, no matter how hard she tried, she still wouldn't be able to.

However, there was no need to worry about it this time. He let the milk tea drink into his stomach. Li Su did not use magic to dispel digestion, but let it flow into his stomach on its own.

“It’s been a long time since I tasted food with my own mouth…”

Such an idea flashed through Li Su's mind.

Even if this cup of milk tea is far from the spiritual meal that Miaoyin Island has studied for many years, even the tea foam with a little spiritual energy cannot even be regarded as spiritual tea...

But Li Su still felt a little throbbing in her heart.

After breakfast, the two sisters drove the carriage and pulled a load of goods to the market.

The Immortal Cultivator’s Fangshi in the Tuwu people is very different from the Fangshi in Tiannan.

Some of the larger traders had set up tents in the market, and most of the small traders came in a beast-cart. The vehicle parked on the side of the road and opened the canvas to display the goods.

After a while, many immortal masters will be attracted to inquire, bargain, or barter.

The methods are more crude and large-scale than those in Tiannan!

Moreover, the monks trading here did not seem to have any knowledge of robbery cultivators, and they reported all their goods straightforwardly, without fear of being robbed.

Of course, this is also related to the venue where the exchange is located. This is the ‘Tianlan Temple’ where they make a pilgrimage.

The mountains with a radius of thousands of miles are the walls of the temple. Who dares to commit robbery within this range?

Therefore, the absolutely safe trading environment has also created the current large-scale shipment situation. In fact, two tribes are still cautious when making transactions on the grassland. There is no absolute certainty. Generally speaking, if two tribes meet, the small The smaller tribes will generally avoid the larger tribes.

Mu Lanzhu pulled the monster's iron-hoofed horse and looked at the dazzling array of merchandise on the roadside. After selecting a stall, she displayed the goods on the carriage.

A cart full of medicinal materials and ores.

These are the spiritual materials she has collected diligently over the past three years!

They are all low-level spiritual objects that are not very valuable and have not caused much ripples in the market...

"The people from Dajin are here!"

Suddenly, the market became noisy, and all the Immortal Masters suddenly looked in the same direction.

It turned out that a group of merchants from Jin Dynasty arrived carrying magical weapons.

"These Dajin people are so punctual!"

One of the abrupt monks couldn't help but complain.

Mulanzhu stood on the shaft of the carriage with her sister in her arms. She also saw the monks who had descended from the magic weapon. Their clothes were different from the unexpected people beside them, and none of them were carrying bloated backpacks or rushing. Driving the truck, most of them had seven or eight small bags of various colors hanging on their waists.

"Storage bag!"

Mulanzhu secretly thought with some envy. With the entry of a group of Dajin business travelers, the entire market transactions have become more active.

Soon, Mulanzhu's carriage received inquiries. Some of the best-selling goods were quickly sold, but some items were not sold for a long time. Mulanzhu was not impatient and waited slowly, looking around at the same time. Exploring the news in the trading market and listening to the various spiritual materials and quotations one after another have greatly broadened my horizons in cultivating immortals.

Immortal masters like them do not have a complete inheritance, and the only way to gain knowledge is through such gatherings.

The various rare spiritual objects and quotations that appeared at the gathering were also an important way for them to understand this world of immortality.

Fortunately, in the world of Tuwu people's immortality cultivation, there is no monopoly on knowledge like Tiannan's. The sale of illustrated knowledge books such as ores and herbs must be monopolized. Key elixir prescriptions such as the Foundation Establishment Pill are not available to outside casual cultivators. It is even more tightly sealed.

As the frequency of transactions decreased, Mulanzhu counted his backpack.

Inside were some spiritual materials that she could use, or that her sister would soon be able to use, as well as dozens of spiritual stones of different colors. She didn’t ask for the Mulan beads such as ores because she couldn’t find any refining tools in the tribe. The master helped her refine weapons, so after the mineral materials were exchanged, they would probably be traded to others.

"Girl, how do you sell these sour grasses?"

A young monk who was dressed differently than the one next to him pointed at the spiritual grass on the stall.

"Five spiritual stones per pound! You can exchange things for..."

Mulanzhu made a skillful quotation with some curiosity in his eyes.

Because the young monk in front of him is actually a Dajin monk who has just entered the market. He is only at the peak of Qi refining. He should be the nephew of a steward of the caravan, right?

This is Mulanzhu’s first time communicating with Dajin monks!

"Oh, I want them all!"

The young monk from the Great Jin Dynasty was indeed very wealthy. He swept away ten kilograms of sour grass on the stall with a wave of his hand.

Although this sour grass is a kind of spiritual grass, it emits a sour smell. Ordinary monks cannot use it after buying it. At most, they can feed some spiritual beasts with acidophilia preferences.

The young monk handed over fifty spiritual stones, then squatted down and picked various ores.

Mulanzhu saw this man making bold moves and didn't care about his choices. She let him squat down in front of the stall and observe carefully...

From time to time, he would grab a piece of ore and shake his head in front of the sun, or he would show an expression of joy after selecting a satisfactory ore.

But Mu Lanzhu didn't know that this young Dajin monk looked at the girl playing shuttlecock from the corner of his eye.

That's right, it's Mulanzhu's sister, no, to be precise, it's the shuttlecock in her hand!

Mulandie kicked the shuttlecock with her toes, and Fan Wen's heart couldn't help but tremble.

‘Skywatching Eagle’! ‘Terrorist Owl’! ‘Aurora Falcon’!

The shuttlecock on Mulandie's feet was actually sewn with the feathers of several monster beasts in their transformation stage!

There are no such spiritual birds living in the abrupt Tianlan Grassland, so Mu Lanzhu and the immortal masters around him didn't recognize it, but the well-informed Fan Jiazi recognized it!

The Fan family has business all over the world, and one of their most basic skills is the ability to recognize and appraise treasures.

This time, he came to the Tianlan Festival with his uncle to practice. Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly saw a "Spiritual Bird Shuttlecock" on the street stall that was comparable to a top ancient treasure.

‘Who made such a shuttlecock? ’

Fan Wen seemed to be looking at the ore casually, but in fact he was thinking rapidly in his mind.

"Is there someone behind these two sisters?"

"No, if there was someone behind it, how could they use such precious spiritual bird feathers to create a shuttlecock with no aura fluctuations?"

Fan Wen's heart bleeds as he watches little Mulan Die kicking the shuttlecock.

Take out this random feather of a spiritual bird and you can buy out all the goods in this market!

"These are the feathers of a spiritual bird in the transformation stage!"

However, Fan Wen also discovered that these spiritual bird feathers must have been processed, otherwise terrifying visions and auras would have been emitted from them...

"So, why did someone deal with these spiritual feathers in advance? Why did these spiritual feathers fall into the hands of this sister?"

Fan Wen didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only open his mouth to test carefully.

"Are the girl and sister here to wake up the spirit?"

Mulanzhu glanced at Fan Wen curiously and thought that this Jin man was really lenient. If he hadn't seen him as a big customer, she would have driven him away...

"Ok!"

Mulanzhu answered casually, and Fan Wen was also worried. He said casually: "How is the business? Do you want to go to my Fan's shop? We have brought many high-quality magical instruments and elixirs from Dajin. There are also some rare spiritual beasts and beautiful cassocks, girls can get a discount just by saying my name!"

Hearing what Fan Wen said, Mulanzhu's heart pounded and she thought to herself, "Is it because you think I'm making too much money, so you want to buy me something instead?"

She wanted the elixir and the magic weapon Mulanzhu very much, but she knew her financial resources, so she immediately shook her head and refused the invitation.

Fan Wen couldn't help but feel bored, he just wanted to grab the shuttlecock.

But there were many people present, and this place was a holy mountain. How could he, a monk from the Great Jin Dynasty, escape after robbing something?

"Ugh!"

Fan Wen took three pieces of ore and said.

"how much is it?"

"This has a total of seventeen spiritual stones."

Fan Wen raised his hand and handed the spirit stone over, and Mulanzhu happily put away the spirit stone.

But little did they know that the spirit stone handed over by Fan Wen was stained with some colorless and odorless spices, and it required the cooperation of some of Fan's spiritual insects to trace the traces.

After Fan Wen put the three pieces of unused ore into his bag, he immediately headed towards the family stronghold impatiently.

Soon, Fan Tong was led by the Fan family's caravan, and was attracted by the news from his grandnephew.

"Tell me what happened!"

"Yes!"

Fan Wen dare not hide it.

How he wanted to pick up the leak, how he met the two women, how he found the shuttlecock, and his last actions were all explained in detail...

Listening to his junior's little thoughts and actions, Fan Tong's expression did not change at all. He only showed shock when he heard the shuttlecock material.

"Are you sure you saw the feathers of the Aurora Falcon and the Terror Owl?"

"Exactly!"

Fan Wen is categorical.

"hiss……"

Fan Tong was also a little numb.

This Aurora Falcon is no ordinary monster. It is a monster in the transformation stage when it reaches adulthood!

The Terror Owl is the top level among spiritual birds. Three ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators can't defeat one of them...

"How can a little mortal girl with no cultivation level be like a female cultivator at the ninth level of Qi refining?"

Fan Tong was still afraid that his grandnephew might have misjudged the pattern, so he took out the "Ten Thousand Treasures Record" compiled by the Fan family and asked his grandnephew to compare the patterns one by one to identify the features and explain the feathers on the little girl's shuttlecock.

It didn’t matter at this glance, I recognized a few more hairs!

Fan Wen pointed to a page of patterns in "The Record of Ten Thousand Treasures" and said: "This is the feather of the Falling Sun Bird, and this is the feather of the Silver-winged Luoyunpeng..."

Now Fan Tong couldn't sit still at all. He held the "Ten Thousand Treasures Record" in his hand and said in confusion: "Is it possible that these two female cultivators dug out some bird's nests? Or maybe they have some kind of disease." Isn’t it the remains of the feather magic weapon?”

The two people never expected that the shuttlecock they had been thinking about for a long time turned out to be Li Su's tattered cassock, with the few feathers embellished on it.

Mu Lanzhu saw that Li Su's cassock was in pieces, so she threw away the tattered clothes on her own initiative.

But I found some pretty feathers on my clothes, so I pulled them off and sewed a feather shuttlecock for my sister Mulandie...

The people who helped Li Su make the robe in Luan Xinghai were naturally top weavers and masters. Although Li Su tore the robe to pieces after crossing the void and experiencing space turbulence, the few precious feathers embellished on the robe were not damaged. These feathers were all The beautiful feathers Li Su collected over the years were usually either used to play with and refined into feather fans for his fellow Taoists, or they were given to the weavers for them to use when sewing clothes.

After the feathers have been processed, the aura is naturally gone, and even a little low-key. If the Fan family had not had amazing eyesight, and their knowledge far exceeds that of the obtrusive monks, I am afraid it would be difficult to discover this time...

This time, the two women were completely ignored in the eyes of the Jin monks. Fan Tong, the golden elixir of the Fan family, pondered for a long time and said, "You said you used tracking methods on the other party?"

"Yes!"

Fan Wen's heart trembled, knowing what grandpa meant.

"Don't make too much noise about this matter. When the tribal deal is over, you and I will go out for a few days. The benefits will be yours..." (End of Chapter)