Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 24 The Mysterious Rune
There is a large field behind Tianxing Mountain, which used to be a nursery for cultivating some elixir seedlings.

But for some unknown reason, the spiritual energy of this land collapsed year by year, so that it could not meet the conditions for the growth of elixir, and it was gradually abandoned.

Later, many disciples of the Ghost Medicine Building always liked to come here to exchange the pills for other cultivation resources.

After a long time, it gradually attracted a large number of disciples here, and gradually formed a small outer sect trade fair.

This place is easy to find, after a while, Xue Leng and the two rushed over.

Standing outside, looking around, it was dark and dense, and it was really full of people and very lively.

"Senior brother, look quickly, this fire attribute flying sword is very well refined!"

After turning around for a while, Xue Leng hadn't finished watching it yet, but Han Ming grabbed his arm.

He handed over a fiery red flying sword and asked him to help palm his eyes.

Xue Leng took the flying sword and felt a little bit, the abundant fire-attribute spiritual power faintly revealed from the sword body.

In an instant, it was judged that this sword was a magic weapon of high quality.

"But..." Xue Leng frowned suddenly.

"This sword should be carefully forged by the disciples of Wulingmen, both in material and workmanship are impeccable.

However, the person who forged this sword could not perfectly fuse the materials in the sword body due to his insufficient cultivation.

As a result, it has lost the opportunity to be promoted to a top-grade magic weapon, which is really a pity. "

While regretting, Xue Leng conveniently threw the flying sword back to the stall owner, turned around and was about to leave.

"Brother, wait, I want to buy that sword!"

Seeing that Xue Leng was about to leave, Han Ming anxiously yelled anxiously.

"Are you sure you want to buy that sword?"

"Didn't Junior Brother already have a family heirloom talisman? Why buy that flying sword?"

Seeing that Han Ming was determined to buy the flying sword, Xue Leng raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"Brother, that flying sword...is really useful to me, you...don't ask."

Han Ming dodged his eyes and scratched his head embarrassingly.

"It's weird..."

Seeing Han Ming's hesitant appearance, Xue Leng felt slightly displeased.

This kid must have something to hide from himself, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.

With a slightly cold face, Xue Leng asked again in a deep voice.

"Junior brother, think about it clearly. It will cost you at least five hundred spirit stones to buy that flying sword, so don't waste it!"

"Well, I know that senior brother is thinking of me, but... senior brother, the reason... I..."

Han Ming still hesitated to speak and stammered, as if he didn't want to make up reasons to deceive Xue Leng.

"If that's the case, Junior Brother can do whatever he wants, I'll go up to the front and walk around first."

Just when Han Ming wanted to explain again, Xue Liang waved his hand impatiently.

Then turned around and walked forward alone.

Along the way, Xue Leng kept paying attention to the things placed on the stalls on both sides.

See if you can, and you'll find some weird stuff.

Treasures are self-deprecating, and really good things often appear in some inconspicuous corners.

Xue Leng, who has experienced it, naturally understands the reason well.

After going around a hundred or so stalls, the hard work paid off, and he really discovered a strange thing.

Beside a not-so-big booth, a black-robed monk with disheveled hair was sitting upright.

On the left side of the booth are some monster blood, fur, bones and other items, and on the right side are some miscellaneous items such as picture scrolls, books, and some magic tools.

"Excuse me, senior brother, how to exchange this bottle of beast blood?"

The thoughtful Xue Leng asked in his heart, pointing to a bottle of crimson blood.

Seeing someone coming to patronize the business, the black-robed monk instantly became enthusiastic, and put down his fingers that were playing with the bones of the monster.

"Whoosh" stood up, and replied with a polite smile:
"This junior has good eyesight, this is the blood essence of the first-order monster Gangyan Python, and it is the best choice for drawing the Vajra Talisman.

In exchange for thirty low-grade spirit stones or ten Yunling pills, the equivalent talisman can also be negotiated. "

Hearing the quotation from the black-robed monk, Xue Leng silently calculated in his heart, and felt that the price was about the same.

"Okay, this bottle of Gangyan python's blood essence is what I want."

After speaking, he took out thirty spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them over.

The black-robed monk took the spirit stone, counted it carefully, and immediately put it in the storage bag with great satisfaction.

This business can be regarded as the happiest one I have done today.

It seemed that he was in a good mood. After he smiled, he pointed at the booth with pride and said loudly:
"I don't know what's on the stall. Is there anything my junior is interested in? I can erase some odds and ends."

"Other things? Hey, I don't know how to exchange these things?"

Asked by the other party, Xue Leng pointed at the magic weapon on the right, pretending to just like such an item.

Looking in the direction of Xue Leng's finger, the black-robed cultivator saw a small magic weapon in the shape of a pen, and immediately showed a very strange expression on his face.

"I take the liberty to ask, did you just join the sect a few days ago?"

The black-faced monk pondered for a few breaths, and his face became very strange.

"That's right, Xue is indeed just getting started.

However, does this have anything to do with me wanting to buy this talisman pen? "

Han Ming's heart trembled when he heard the words. After thinking about it for a while, there was nothing to hide, and he admitted it openly.

"Junior brother, don't get me wrong, I'm just guessing.

Hehe, this talisman pen is very evil, I think junior, you should take a closer look before making a decision. "

After finishing speaking, he threw the talisman in his hand towards Xue Leng.

Xue Leng was also polite, reached out to catch the talisman pen, looked at it carefully, and in vain——

His pupils shrank suddenly.

At the moment when he opened his hand, Xue Leng felt that what he saw was not a pen, but a human-shaped skeleton!

No, to be precise, this pen is made of an upside-down skull.

The talisman brush as a whole is a pale bone color, and it is thin and smooth after getting it in hand, and it feels very skinny to the touch.

The body of the pen is a complete and slender skull, and the tip of the pen is a large piece of blood-red hair growing from the top of the skull.

On the position of the skull ghost's head, the two green eyes, like two clusters of will-o'-the-wisps, emit a strange halo from time to time.

However, just as Xue Leng moved his gaze to these two groups of will-o'-the-wisp eyes.

The skeleton on the pen seemed to come alive in an instant, and crawled out of the pen with a hideous expression, revealing a mouth full of ferocious criss-crossed fangs and biting at him.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?"

Xue Leng was so frightened by the sudden change that he almost threw the talisman in his hand out.

After he calmed down for a while, he found that the talisman pen was held in his hand perfectly.

It's just that the ghastly green glow in the eyes of the skeleton ghost on the talisman brush is still radiating to the surroundings every now and then.

"What I saw just now is absolutely impossible to be an illusion!"

The coolness that came from the cold sweat on his forehead from time to time made Xue Leng's heart beat violently.

Pulling his gaze away from the weird talisman in front of him, he stared up at the black-robed monk with a playful face.

"Brother must know something? I wonder if you can tell me about the origin of this pen?"

"Hey, I really admire my junior brother for having such concentration.

To tell you the truth, this talisman pen has already scared away six talisman masters today, and I think it is expected to find its owner at this moment. "

Having said that, the black-robed monk paused for a moment, staring quietly at the talisman pen in Xue Leng's hand.

On the slightly vicissitudes of the face, a painful expression suddenly appeared, as if he was remembering something.

"This is a relic left by a close friend of mine."

　Gentlemen readers, kneel down and beg to read more (Old Demon Gan let out a sinister grin, crawled out of the talisman with a distorted face, fell on his knees, and remained silent for a long time.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)