I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 123 Mysterious Iron Nugget
After cutting the meat and buying the dagger that was so exciting, Zhang Zheng put the dagger that had been with him in the past into a jade box and packed it.

After all, it had accompanied her through life and death, and had been on the line of life and death several times.

Anyway, with a crack in the blade, she couldn't sell many spirit stones, and she was really reluctant to sell or discard it, so she just pretended to keep it for a while.

In addition to the dagger, Zhang Zheng also bought a third-tier top-rank defensive magic weapon, a fourth-tier top-rank mobile magic weapon, and hundreds of various talismans, plus a third-tier low-rank formation plate, which can inspire a small It is a defensive magic circle and a trap circle, and it also has an extremely simple and rough fortune-telling function.

After buying miscellaneous things, the abundant storage bag was instantly emptied, leaving only about 11 middle-grade spirit stones and [-] low-grade spirit stones.

Under the smiling gaze of the waiter in pink, Zhang Zheng finally left Wanjinlou.

Ten days later, they will depart from Wanxuanmen and go to Donghua Sidaozong to participate in the mountain and sea world that takes place once in a thousand years.

It's only ten days, Zhang Zheng is not in a hurry to practice at this time, he simply strolls leisurely along the market to the left, and looks right, a proper leisure and elegance can relieve the pressured nerves.

The square market is as lively as ever, with crowds of people, vendors vying to sell and greet business, and the noise is hot.

Zhang Zheng strolled leisurely, stopped in front of an ordinary stall, squatted down and carefully selected.

The floor stall was spread out with a long piece of simple gray cloth, on which were scattered all kinds of gadgets, including spirit beast eggs, magic tools, talismans, and even kung fu, and more of them were recognized. Strange things that don't come out.

But the talismans and talismans that can be recognized are all low-grade grades, and the highest grade is no more than first-grade top grade.

Everything was piled up in a mess on the gray cloth. The stall owner looked like an old man in his seventies, with gray hair, sunken face, drooping eyelids, unable to see his eyes clearly, and looked like he was dying.

It was such a slovenly and lifeless old man, yet Zhang Zheng stopped involuntarily after just a casual glance.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask what is the origin of this wooden bowl?"

The old man slightly raised his eyes to look at the wooden bowl that Zhang Zheng pointed to. It was about the size of a palm, and the grain of the trees could be clearly seen. It looked very ordinary at first glance.

In fact, it was very ordinary, the old man drooped his eyelids again, and said weakly: "My little grandson is doing nothing to play, if you want, take three low-grade spirit stones."

It turned out to be a mundane thing, Zhang Zheng knew that even in the mundane world, this rough wooden bowl was worth less than two copper coins, and in the cultivation world, it was even a waste that no one noticed when it was thrown on the ground.

But Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and really took out three low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and handed the spirit stones to the old man, "Fellow Daoist, I want this wooden bowl."

The old man looked at the three low-grade spirit stones handed in front of him with a dull expression. He stretched out his hand to take them and put them in his bag after a long time. Then he took the wooden bowl in his hand and wiped it carefully with his sleeves. In Zhang Zheng's hand.

Holding a wooden bowl in his hand, Zhang Zheng thanked him, and just as he got up to leave, a delicate female voice shouted.

"stop!"

Zhang Zheng heard the reputation and looked around. Not far away, a man and a woman came together. The woman had a delicate face and was wearing a bright yellow skirt. It was Xiao Xiaoning.

The man can also be regarded as an acquaintance, he is Zhang Xiaoliang, a direct disciple of Fahua.

He didn't wear ordinary clothes like Xiao Xiaoning, but a neat Yuebai imperial uniform.

This is for her?

Zhang Zheng stared blankly at the angry posture of Xiao Xiaoning who was coming towards him, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that the fact that she was behind the oriole in the Shanhai Lingbi was exposed?
there is always a solution to a problem.

Zhang Zheng stood on the spot without fear, so what if she was exposed, and she was not eliminated by her own hands, not to mention that Shanhai Lingbi did not prohibit his disciples from sneak attacking.

After a few breaths, Xiao Xiaoning and Zhang Xiaoliang walked up to her.

Before Zhang Zheng could say hello, Xiao Xiaoning pointed to the wooden bowl in her hand and asked, "What's in your hand?"

Forget it, Zhang Zheng put down his hand, turned his eyes on the ordinary wooden bowl in his hand, and said in doubt: "It's just an ordinary wooden bowl, what's wrong with Junior Sister Xiao?"

Xiao Xiaoning opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted mercilessly by Zhang Xiaoliang who stepped forward, "Don't mess around, Junior Sister Zhang is not holding what you are looking for."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiaoliang glanced across Zhang Zheng's face expressionlessly, and his indifferent eyes fell on the old man who was doing nothing beside the stall, and squatted down in front of the stall, stretching out his hands to pick and choose.

Xiao Xiaoning glared at Zhang Zheng, who had an innocent face, and then squatted down next to Zhang Xiaoliang, her voice pretending to be soft, "Brother Zhang, daddy said, you have to help Xiaoning choose the baby this time."

Uh……

Zhang Zheng was speechless. She had heard in the sect that Xiao Xiaoning was interested in Zhang Xiaoliang, and she also knew that Xiao Xiaoning was a charming lady in the sect, but she had never faced it directly before.

Girl, is it really okay for you to talk to your sweetheart like this!I'm really not afraid that people will be dissatisfied with you!

Zhang Zheng stood far away, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, watching the show silently.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Xiaoning said that, Zhang Xiaoliang's hand holding the object paused for a moment, wondering what he was thinking.

There are often rumors in the sect that Zhang Xiaoliang is very lucky, not to mention that he often turns bad luck into good luck, and almost never returns empty-handed when hunting for treasure in secret places.

Most importantly, there are even more powerful rumors that the stones he picked up on the ground may be some kind of heaven and earth treasures that are hard to find in thousands of years and rare in ten thousand years.

Zhang Zheng watched enviously as he picked and picked at the stall, and finally picked an iron block of unknown material, with some rust red floating on the surface, bought it and handed it to Xiao Xiaoning.

She lowered her head and glanced at the wooden bowl, feeling a twinge of regret suddenly in her heart.

She noticed the street stall before he did, and she took a good look at it, why didn't she let her discern the gold and find out the hidden treasure in it all at once!
Watching Zhang Xiaoliang and the others leave, Zhang Zheng looked up at the sky with a sad angle. If the chance really passed her by, she would not have such good luck.

Sighing, Zhang Zheng silently hugged her poor wooden bowl tightly, ready to return home.

"Eh!"

Zhang Zheng turned his head abruptly, and beside the stall, the slovenly old man was waving at her, signaling her to go over.

With doubts in his heart, Zhang Zheng obediently walked to the stall, "Fellow Daoist, what do you want me to do?"

The old man didn't answer, and mysteriously put his hand into the big cloth bag behind his back to fiddle with it.

After a long while, the old man took out his hand from the bag, spread out his palm, and there was a piece of rust-red iron on the palm, which was the same as the one Zhang Xiaoliang chose, and the rust-red area was even larger, covering almost the entire area. The iron block, at first glance, I thought it was a bloodstone.

The old man threw the iron block away, and rolled it into a pile of strange things on the gray cloth, "Just now that kid bought a low-grade spirit stone for 100 yuan, if you want it, it's the same, take the low-grade spirit stone for 100 yuan."

The old man's loose eyelids blocked his gaze, Zhang Zheng couldn't see his eyes, but a warm current flowed through his heart, and he smiled.

"Thank you."

Zhang Zheng took out 200 yuan of low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to the old man. The old man only glanced at her and put them into the bag without saying anything.

Zhang Zheng put the rust-red iron block and the wooden bowl into the storage bag, bowed goodbye to the old man, and then left.

(End of this chapter)