The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 26 Fairy Family Lingbao
Seeing Zhang Jingyuan's insistence, the shopkeeper naturally said nothing and directly collected the two pills, then turned around and went in to get the spiritual stones for Zhang Jingyuan.

He is not a good person to begin with, and his good words cannot persuade that damn ghost.

Furthermore, if he opens the door to do business, there is no reason why he should hand over the business that comes to him.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. Zhang Jingyuan's two pills are just too small, so they are a bit useless. It's not that the pills are bad. These pills from the yamen are still in short supply on the market.

At the very least, it would be much stronger than the elixir mixed with crushed tea leaves in his store.

After walking out of the store and making sure that the shopkeeper could not be seen, Zhao Mingyang finally couldn't help but complain:
"This shopkeeper is too shady. He actually only gave 12,000 spirit coins to two pills that sold for at least one spirit stone each in the city, and this was the result of bargaining."

"It's pretty good to be able to sell it for six hundred percent. You also know that Yun Shen Dan and Strengthening Pill only sell one spirit stone per piece in the city. That means that the cost of the drug store in the city is only eight thousand spirit stones." It’s about 10 coins, so how much do you think Su Wenzhai can give me if he accepts my elixir?”

Zhang Jingyuan shook his head and asked.

To be honest, if he didn't think he was selling it in the city, he was afraid of being traced by interested people. After all, he was a new monk who had just started to practice, and there were no changes in his family. How could he sell the elixir that helped him practice?

This would be understandable if he were an old man who, after reaching the age of 100, had no hope of practicing and had no intention of practicing, and would rather trade elixirs for some spiritual coins to support his family.

It is precisely because of the safety factor, if it is just because of the price, how good it is in the city, not to mention having to travel far, and the price can be higher.

Of course, in fact, you can’t sell it for much in the city. A pill can be sold for 7,000 spirit coins, which is good. After all, people can mass-produce it with 8,000 spirit coins, so why should they spend 8,000 spirit coins to collect it? Your elixir?
"If you put it this way, the shopkeeper of Su Wenzhai is not too shady. He takes six thousand spiritual coins and sells them for eight thousand spiritual coins. It's just that I thought wrong and thought too badly of him."

After thinking about it for a while, it was indeed true, and Zhao Mingyang admitted his mistake honestly.

But who knew, after hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly glanced at Zhao Mingyang with a strange expression.

He said helplessly: "Who told you that Su Wenzhai sells this elixir for 8,000 spirit coins? Su Wenzhai sells at least three spirit stones for such a high-quality elixir."

"Ah! Why, this is too dark, how can anyone buy it at such an expensive price!"

Zhao Mingyang was stunned. He never expected that Su Wenzhai's purchase price was not too bad, but its selling price was so bad that it was three times the price in the city.

No, if we calculate it based on the selling price, the purchase price of Su Wenzhai is so black that it reaches the sky!
"Let's put it this way, do you think you would rather spend money when you know there are cheap elixirs in the city and don't buy them, but you just go to the barren mountains like Sanpoji? Who would be the person who buys a pill with three spiritual stones?"

"Is it possible that they have no way to buy these elixirs in the city? As for whether they are black or not, if they are not black, can they open a store in a place like Sanpoji?"

Zhang Jingyuan looked at Zhao Mingyang with a half-smile.

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyang suddenly realized that Zhang Jingyuan's words made sense instantly, but black was really black.

We are back on the street again, or to be more precise, it is the stall area. Apart from some small vendors selling food, there are at most casual cultivators selling heavenly materials and earthly treasures, magic arts and magic weapons.

Rejecting Zhang Jingyuan's suggestion to have something to eat, Zhao Mingyang insisted on going to the stall area.

What a joke, who knows what these small businessmen and hawkers are doing to sell these foods.

It would be okay if he ate some unclean things like rat meat, offal offal, etc. He was afraid that while eating, he would pull out a human finger bone or human small intestine.

In contrast, he would rather eat steamed buns in the inn.

It has to be said that people's adaptability is extremely strong. Before going out, if Zhao Mingyang was allowed to eat rat meat, he would definitely not eat it to death. But now, he can eat rat meat, and he is already thankful. .

When he arrived at the stall, Zhang Jingyuan took a quick look, and then randomly picked up a small sword on the stall that looked a little broken and rusty.

After looking at it, Zhang Jingyuan asked: "Senior, how much does this small sword cost?"

"One hundred spiritual stones, no counter-offer."

The stall owner was a casual cultivator at the sixth level of qi training. He looked Zhang Jingyuan up and down, and then said coldly.

Zhao Mingyang on the side couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this. His eyes when he looked at Xiaojian changed instantly, "One hundred spiritual stones, what kind of magic weapon is this?"
The most expensive magic weapon he had ever seen in Yanyang City was a piano with a price tag of fifty spiritual stones, which could be called a middle-grade magic weapon. How could you tell that this broken sword was worth a hundred spiritual stones?
Mortals like them with useless spiritual roots, their biggest dream in magic weapon is to obtain a silver scale robe, a low-grade magic weapon with five spiritual stones, which can increase the slightest chance of survival when walking outside.

Even in most families in Yanyang City, a silver scale robe can be passed down from family to family. The descendants will wear it for two hundred years until it has no repair value at all.

But even if you don't wear it, the silver scale robe is not kept under the box, but enshrined.

After all, this robe records the family's two hundred years of overcoming thorns and obstacles, and hard work. It educates future generations not to forget the spirit of their ancestors, and to strive to obtain the Four Spiritual Roots as soon as possible and become true monks.

Oh, no, hard work for something like the Four Spiritual Roots is useless. If you are born with talent, it will be useless no matter how hard you work the day after tomorrow.

But trying to have a child is also an effort. However, judging from the expression on the stall owner's face and the fact that he said he would not bargain, this little sword must be something good, right?
"Can I sell the fifty spirit coins?"

But who would have known that Zhang Jingyuan didn't accept the offer at all and directly paid a shocking price.

Not to mention Zhao Mingyang's jaw dropped at this price, even the stall owner couldn't maintain his sage attitude and almost fell off his stool. He didn't know whether he was shocked or angry.

However, looking at the stall owner's angry eyes and bared teeth, he was so angry that he wished he could extract Zhang Jingyuan's soul and torture him for a hundred years, and then chop his body into pieces and feed it to the dogs, it was obvious that the latter was the majority.

"Fellow Taoist, you are too ignorant. This is a spiritual treasure used by the ancient monks of Zheng'er Ba Jing. Look at the rust and the veins. It is absolutely impossible to come out without a history of 100,000 years. "

Holding back his anger, the stall owner snatched the small sword from Zhang Jingyuan's hand and pointed at the sword angrily.

To be honest, if he hadn't planned to continue doing business tonight, he would have killed Zhang Jingyuan. How could he have made such a counteroffer? Even his capital was not enough.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan immediately smiled. It was still ancient, and it was almost the same as last week.

He pretended to be thinking, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Two spiritual stones."

"No, it's too cheap, at least ninety-five spiritual stones."

The stall owner shook his head and said with an unhappy expression. Judging from his expression, if he didn't know better, he would have thought he had cut off a lot of meat.

But to be honest, the cost of his little sword is more than one spirit stone, and it is made of more or less serious flying sword materials, such as earth flame stone. If these two spirit stones are sold, he will not be able to What a loss.

"The five spirit stones are the most numerous."

"No, Ninety-Two Spiritual Stones, this is because I think you like it, little brother, and I think you are destined to this fairy sword, otherwise I wouldn't sell it to you."

Zhao Mingyang was very happy when he heard this. What was a spiritual treasure just now turned into a fairy sword all of a sudden.

After a fierce verbal battle, the stall owner gave the price to fifty-six spiritual stones, and Zhang Jingyuan also offered fifty spiritual stones. He decided that as long as Zhang Jingyuan offered another price, no matter how much, he would sell it. .

What nonsense? He originally planned to sell something worth seven or eight spiritual stones, but now that he has sold more than fifty spiritual stones, how could he still not be satisfied?

Today, he just saw that Zhang Jingyuan was a young boy, so he offered such a high price. Unexpectedly, he actually got a big fat sheep.

Unexpectedly, the eyes of several stall owners next to him were already staring, and their greedy, jealous and hateful looks were about to overwhelm him. If he didn't stop, these people might really come and destroy his stall.

After all, no stall has two or three of these fairy treasures, but such a big fat sheep is rare to see in a hundred years.

When they heard the commotion here, many people had already taken the initiative to gather around him, and each of them looked at Zhang Jingyuan like a hungry wolf looking at a little lamb, hungry and eager.

They had already made a plan. When Zhang Jingyuan's transaction was completed, they would join in for a meal no matter what.

"Fifty-six spiritual stones are too expensive. Forget it, I don't want it anymore."

But to everyone's surprise, Zhang Jingyuan gave up directly after hearing the stall owner's quotation.

"The price is a bit low. Forget it, depending on your sincerity, I'll give it to you directly..."

He said the words he had made up in his mind, but halfway through, the stall owner suddenly realized that something was wrong. Zhang Jingyuan said no more. Before he finished speaking, he held back his words instantly, and his face turned red from holding it back.

"How could you not want it!"

The stall owner stood up and said angrily that if Zhang Jingyuan didn't give him an explanation, he would give Zhang Jingyuan an explanation.

He was fake angry last time, but now he is really angry. After all, who can not be angry when watching fifty or sixty spiritual stones slip away from his mouth.

"Senior, what you said is interesting. The price you offered is too high. I don't want it anymore. What's the problem with this?"

Zhang Jingyuan looked at the stall owner and pretended to be confused.

The stall owner's face instantly turned red, as red as the sunset, several times redder than before.

He stared at Zhang Jingyuan fiercely for ten breaths, and then said a little aggrievedly: "If you think my price is high, you can continue to make a counteroffer. If you pay back the price, maybe I will give it to you."

(End of this chapter)