Gou became an immortal and became an ancestor in the world of immortality

Chapter 8 Buying Talisman Pens
Half a month later, in the small courtyard of Linggu.

Li Zhengran slowly opened his eyes and shook his head slightly: "This Talisman Master is really difficult to get started with."

As one of the hundred arts of cultivating immortals, there are inevitably many difficulties and obscurities in the inheritance of Talisman Masters.

Even if there are insights and notes left by someone unknown in the inherited memory, it would still take Li Zhengran a long time to understand and digest them.

It took half a month, but I only learned three basic talisman seals, and they were all just on paper, and I never really started to draw the talismans.

The reason for this is that there are restrictions on the purchase of talisman materials.

Due to the appearance of Jie Xiu half a month ago, Li Zhengran became more and more determined. Before his strength reached the late stage of Qi training, he would not rashly leave the Linggu area protected by the formation.

Therefore, without being able to go to the market, his only chance to purchase talisman pens and talisman papers was to rely on private transactions between spiritual farmers.

As for the Yang family and his son, Li Zhengran was not willing to owe any more favors unless it was absolutely necessary.

Fortunately, today, there is a trade fair organized by the Yang family Lingnong alone.

It is held every six months, with little fluctuation in time.

Through trading, many people will sell their excess idle artifacts to exchange for spiritual crystals or spiritual stones, or exchange items for other items.

After all, no matter how lowly the spiritual farmer is, he still belongs to the cultivator of immortality.Whether you are cultivating or planting spiritual rice, you will inevitably encounter situations where you need some elixirs or spells, or you may buy and raise some kind of low-level monsters similar to spiritual bees to help spread the powder and cultivate the fields.

Therefore, after putting away the inherited memory, Li Zhengran slowly stood up, tied the storage bag containing the spiritual stones and crystals around his waist, and planned to go to the trade fair to see if there were any suitable opportunities.

"Twenty kilograms of spiritual rice for sale, just seven spiritual crystals!"

"A newborn golden jade moth only needs three low-grade spiritual stones!"

"Two first-level low-grade Yuan Yang Pills and four low-grade spiritual stones."

After a stick of incense, as the surrounding tile-roofed houses gradually receded, Li Zhengran happened to walk to the north side of the living area.

This is the place where the Spiritual Farmers Fair is held. The surrounding land is open and flat, right next to the Spiritual Field not far away. From a distance, you can see a piece of golden spiritual rice swaying in the wind.

At this moment, there happened to be five or six spiritual farmers of different ages scattered around the open plain. Most of them were wearing linen clothes and sitting on the ground with mats on their backs. On the wooden table in front of them were the utensils they were selling.

Amid intermittent shouting, eight or nine more spiritual farmers were walking around, stopping from time to time to stand in front of the seller, reaching out to pick through the utensils on the wooden table.

It looks like a small trading market, full of red dust and fireworks.

Only at this moment did Li Zhengran feel that everything around him was so real and had some similarity with his previous life.

"Even if you are cultivating immortality, you cannot do without setting up a stall."

Li Zhengran sighed with a smile, walked into it with a raised step.

"Hey, Mr. Li, come and see my golden silkworm."

"Although the bloodline is a little low, as long as it can break out of the cocoon and turn into a moth, when it comes to growing spiritual rice, it is much better than the spiritual bee insect you rented from the Yang family."

As Li Zhengran appeared, some familiar spiritual farmers hurriedly waved, pointing to the utensils and monsters in front of their stalls and introducing them.

There was also an old farmer who held up an ancient book wrapped in brown cowhide and shouted with a smile: "Boy Li, come to Uncle Liu quickly."

"This book of mine is a good thing. Buy one and get one free. You will be guaranteed to read Dragon King and Tiger King."

As the opponent's arms swayed, some illustrations with strange postures were vaguely visible on the page.

After just a glance, Li Zhengran withdrew his gaze without a blushing face, waved his hand and refused: "Uncle Liu, my body is weak and I can't stand the torment of such forbidden objects."

"You'd better keep it for yourself."

Hearing this, some spiritual farmers laughed and pointed at Uncle Liu from before, and some even took advantage of the situation and shouted:

"Okay, Uncle Liu, that book of yours is not good at all. It has been torn apart by others." "Come on, brother Li, you'd better come to my place and take a look."

"This Yuan Yang Dan is a good thing. I guarantee that after you take it, you will be able to break through the third level of Qi training in a short time."

Following the slightly rough voice, the speaker was a tall, muscular man wearing gray linen clothes.

After briefly glancing at the things on the other party's wooden table, Li Zhengran's heart moved and he walked over.

"Brother Daniu, how do you sell this Yuan Yang Pill?"

The Yangyuan Pill is a first-level low-grade elixir. Although it cannot break through the realm, it has certain benefits in breathing in spiritual energy, and it also has the effect of warming and nourishing spiritual energy.

"Oh?"

Wang Daniu, who was just joking at first, didn't expect that Li Zhengran actually wanted to buy it. After being slightly surprised, he put away his expression and pretended to be generous and said with a smile: "Brother Li, we are all acquaintances, and I won't cheat you."

"One price, two Yuan Yang Pills and four low-grade spiritual stones."

Hearing this, Li Zhengran frowned slightly, raised his head and looked at each other and said, "It's a spiritual stone too expensive."

"The price in Baiyun Shanfang City is only fifteen spiritual crystals each."

"Hey, you can't say that." Wang Daniu didn't panic at all. Instead, he showed a look of bargaining and grinned: "After all, it's dozens of miles back and forth, so the money for running errands is not too much, right?"

"It's still a bit expensive."

Li Zhengran shook his head, then pretended to look at the utensils placed on the wooden table casually, and said slowly: "However, three spirit stones are not impossible, but you have to give me something."

There is a play!

Wang Daniu heard the meaning of his words and was not annoyed at all. Instead, he pointed at the wooden table generously and said with a smile: "Tell me, brother Li, what else do you have your eye on."

"If it's not expensive, it wouldn't hurt to give it to you."

"Oh? Seriously?" Li Zhengran smiled.

"Of course, I, Wang Daniu, always keep my word."

"it is good."

Li Zhengran nodded, then pointed to a worn-out black ink talisman pen on the wooden table, raised his head with a smile and asked: "Then I want this wolf-hair talisman pen, will it count?"

"Ok?"

Wang Daniu glanced at it, then suddenly changed his face and waved his hands: "No, no, no!"

"I can't give this to you."

Just kidding, this is a first-level low-grade talisman pen that he bought from Baiyunshanfang City specifically to learn Talisman Dao. He spent more than 40 low-grade spiritual stones.

Even if it is a bit old, and has been severely worn over the years, and most of its spirituality has been lost, it is still worth at least ten low-grade spiritual stones.

Seeing this, Li Zhengran was not surprised. Instead, he looked interested and asked with a smile: "Okay, Brother Daniu, you should be selling this thing too, right?"

"How about you give me a price?"

Hearing this, Wang Daniu hesitated and stood silent for several seconds without speaking.

Seeing this scene, the old spiritual farmer setting up a stall nearby cast his gaze and said consolingly: "Oh, Daniel, haven't you been planning to give up drawing talismans a long time ago?"

"Since Mr. Li sincerely wants to buy it, you should sell it."

(End of this chapter)