Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 46 Yu Yuanliu

Crescent Valley, South.

The Chen family opened up a space of a thousand acres of land in this area, and set up nearly a hundred stalls, large and small.

The cycle of the Haichang Island Mutual Meeting is as long as half a month.

But each booth only charges two spirit stones a day for rent.

Such high quality and low price make monks flock here.

As early as a few days ago, the stalls in Yanzhong were sold out.

Most of the rented booths are casual practitioners and children of small families.

Of course, the Chen family, the Tu family and other big families with foundation-building masters will also symbolically occupy a few booths with good positions, adding a touch of grandeur to the mutual visits.

Stall Square.

It has been half an hour since Chen Ping and Xue Yun entered it.

"It's really boring."

Chen Ping looked dull.

After visiting dozens of stalls in a row, he didn't come across a treasure that could make him look at him a little bit.

Xue Yun was in high spirits, and spent a few spirit stones to buy a colorful crystal ornament.

This is also normal.

Hufanghui basically attracts monks in the Qi training period, and Chen Ping has a high vision.

As for missing, this probability is similar to finding ancient relics in a hundred thousand mountains, which is a rare event in a thousand years.

"Hiroro, do you want to eat candied haws?"

Xue Yun ran back bouncing and said with a smile.

"No, I won't eat."

Chen Ping couldn't laugh or cry, and refused again and again.

This is a fruit bunch made of various spirit fruits, covered with a layer of shiny sugar coating.

Don't look at its colorful and crystal clear appearance, but the common spiritual fruits used are all year-round ripening, and the spiritual power contained in them is extremely low, so the taste is just sweet and sour.

"Oh!"

Xue Yun pouted her mouth, bit one herself, and put the other into the storage bag.

"what."

Chen Ping glanced at a booth, and a gleam of light flickered in his eyes.

I saw a dozen kinds of spiritual plants on that booth.

In the most central circle, there are several three-foot-high, dark red and black spiritual grasses.

"Huo Shacao is nearly a hundred years old."

Chen Ping stepped forward quickly, and in an instant a faint evil spirit rushed straight to the bridge of his nose.

It takes at least 50 years of Huo Shacao to cook Huo Sha Gao.

If you use a century-old product, the effect will increase by [-] to [-]%.

"Fellow Daoist's eyes are like a torch, these are the Huosha grasses that have grown for more than 90 years."

The stall owner is a thin old man with gray temples, just looking at his appearance, he has reached the end of his life.

"I have harvested all the Huoshacao here."

Chen Ping pointed and said succinctly, "How much is the price?"

"One tree is worth 120 spirit stones, and seven trees are eight hundred and four. I see that Fellow Daoist is so straightforward, I will wipe off the odds for you, and just give the little old man eight hundred whole numbers!"

The thin old man was both surprised and delighted, he rented the booth for two days, and a big customer came, which was really lucky.

Although Huoshacao is a first-order spiritual plant, it is difficult to cultivate and the cost is extremely high.

Moreover, this grass has a single purpose, and there are very few monks who are interested.

So it didn't sell well.

If it weren't for the fact that there is a natural Yinqing Shamai buried in the ground of the family cemetery, which can save most of the cost, he would never have planted Huoshaweed.

Chen Ping threw a storage bag to him, then put away the fire grass, and said tentatively: "Forgive me, do you still have fire grass for sale?"

"what?"

The thin old man was quite surprised, and asked curiously: "Fellow Daoist, are you planning to use Huo Shacao to make alchemy? This kind of old man can't get it out, but there are still a lot of five or sixty years old."

Using Huo Sha Ointment to assist in the cultivation of the Nine Changes Flame Art, the annual consumption is about [-] spirit stones.

These few Huosha weeds are obviously a drop in the bucket.

"You can accept as much as you want, but only those over 50 years old."

Hearing this, Chen Ping said in a full-fledged way.

"There are many that meet the requirements of fellow daoists, and there are probably a hundred or so!"

"However, once the fire grass is picked, it is very difficult to survive. The little old man only has these few plants with him."

While speaking, the skinny old man beamed with joy.

This kind of rich and powerful buyer is rare in a hundred years, and he must try his best to make this big deal!
In this way, his granddaughter doesn't have to worry about training resources before she can practice the seventh level of qi.

"More than 100 plants?"

Chen Ping's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise.

The thin old man raised his chest and explained: "The little old man is called Guan Shuozhou, from Xiuning Island, and Huo Shacao is one of the spiritual plants produced by my Guan family's fairy garden."

Hu Ningdao's family?
Chen Ping understood that Xiuning Island is more than 800 miles away from Haichang Island.

Like the Liu family on Ci'an Island, this Guan family is also a small family attached to the Chen family.

For generations, the Guan family has focused on the inheritance of Ling Zhifu, and it is normal for unpopular spiritual things such as Huo Shacao to be planted in the cemetery.

"I don't know Yougui's name, and where is the treasured place where you practice?"

"If it's not far away, the little old man can send the Huo Shacao to you after the Hufang meeting is over."

Guan Shuozhou stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"My surname is Chen, and the single name is Ping."

Chen Ping said calmly: "From now on, Fellow Daoist Guan will send a batch of Huo Shacao to Yuxuan Cave in Lantian Town every other year, and someone will trade with you at that time."

"Chen's surname? Could it be that Fellow Daoist is from the Haichang Chen family?"

Guan Shuozhou's eyelids twitched, and said.

"That's right, I come from the direct line of the Chen family, can you feel relieved now?"

Chen Ping said calmly.

"Hey, then do as fellow daoist said!"

Guan Shuozhou was not as casual as before, and said with a little respect.

The direct descendants of the Chen family are not comparable to him, a deacon of the Guan family who only practiced Qi at the seventh level.

Afterwards, Chen Ping discussed with him the price of Huo Sha Cao and the transaction details, and then left the booth.

Xue Yun stood not far away, looking forward to it.

Seeing Chen Ping coming back, she happily suggested: "Pinglang, I just heard that Senior Zeng Tingxuan also rented a booth to sell all kinds of magical instruments and rare treasures, why don't we go and have a look?"

"Ah."

Chen Ping simply responded, motioning for her to lead the way.

Zeng Tingxuan's status was noble, and his booth was located at an excellent intersection, where monks came and went in an endless stream.

A burly young man in a red dress was sitting in front of the booth, neither yelling nor greeting, his expression as indifferent as frost.

Facing the asking price from colleagues, he simply reported the number, as if he didn't take the business at all.

The cultivators who were looking at the treasure were full of complaints, but they didn't dare to criticize them. After all, this young man was a real Qi-training Ninth Level.

Next to his booth was a black flag with only the word "Zeng" printed on it.

The owner of this coveted stall filled with magical artifacts is none other than the first-class guest of the Chen family, Zeng Tingxuan.

Due to his status, it was impossible for Zeng Tingxuan to show up in person.

The red-robed young man who presided over the booth on his behalf was his first disciple, Yu Yuanliu.

This person is very talented, he is a top-grade gold and fire spiritual root, and he has cultivated to the peak of Qi training in less than forty.

Of Zeng Tingxuan's three disciples, he was the most respected.

Yu Yuanliu's heart was broken at this time.

Originally, his master didn't want to mix in this mutual meeting.

But some time ago, Grand Elder Chen Xiangwen made an appointment with Zeng Tingxuan.

Yanming asked him to rent a booth and put out some real things to add color to the Hufanghui.

Back in the mansion, Zeng Tingxuan immediately handed over this task to his apprentice Yu Yuanliu.

Without him, the second disciple and the third disciple are both retreating and breaking through the realm, how can such a trivial matter bother them.

Yu Yuanliu smacked the center of his eyebrows helplessly, it would be a torment for him to show his face in public.

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(End of this chapter)