Daxia Lingxian

Chapter 77
The Spirit City is inside a deserted temple.

Luo Ning paid an entry fee of five taels of gold to enter the market smoothly.

How cruel.The tickets are too expensive.

Hundreds of monks gathered here tonight, and all halls and halls were filled with stalls, bustling like a vegetable market.

There are not only human cultivators, but also ghost cultivators, monsters, demon cultivators... All kinds of breaths are mixed together.

The most powerful breath among them is the lama carrying the coffin.In addition, hundreds of people are small monks of the ninth and eighth ranks.

However, there is no need to worry about forced buying and selling in Lingshi. Since Lingshi is a market, of course there are market rules.

Any monk can trade fairly and freely under the protection of the steward of Ling City.

There were quite a lot of things on the stalls, but Luo Ning, who was wearing a mask, could not help but feel a little disappointed after sweeping his consciousness.

It turns out that most of the booths are eighth-rank and ninth-rank spiritual objects, and there are very few seventh-rank spirits.Grade seven or above... I didn't see it.

The Yangshen Fruit is not only a seventh-rank spiritual fruit, but also a very precious one among the seventh-rank spiritual fruits.There are not even ordinary seventh-rank spiritual objects in this spirit city, let alone Yangshen fruit.

Luo Ning searched all over the stalls, but there was not only Yangshen fruit, but also ghost bait fruit.

But Luo Ning saw two sloughs at a fox-tailed demon cultivator's booth.

This thing is useful for the old man!
It has already eaten the molting grass once, if it eats two more plants, it will become a monster.But it is almost impossible to transform into form. The transformation of monsters requires innate opportunities.

"Brother Daoist, this is a newly collected molting grass." The white fox girl who still has a fox tail said melodiously, "Two 50-grade molting grasses only cost [-] taels of gold."

50 taels of gold?
Luo Ning almost laughed.

Two sloughs of sloughing grass, 40 and two skyscrapers.Of all his gold, there are only 45 taels left.

Luo Ning shook his head, "Expensive."

"Brother Dao, make a price." The fox girl is a demon cultivator who has completed the ninth rank. She is not very old, but she looks like an old businessman. "As long as you don't lose too much, I'll give it to you."

Luo Ning stretched out three fingers, "30 taels."

"Hee hee, Daoist brother will be joking." The fox girl smiled, showing a pair of sparkling little tiger teeth, "Fellow daoists should know that these two plants of fresh sloughing weeds may breed a monster." beast."

"Nowadays, there is not enough spiritual energy in the world, and there are fewer and fewer spiritual herbs. I worked so hard to pick them up, and I almost died in that mountain. Brother Dao, I'm afraid the price is..."

After finishing speaking, he yawned lazily, stretched out his little pink tongue to lick his lips, and squatted there silent.

It means, if you like it, buy it or not, and if you don’t buy it, leave.

Luo Ning squatted down, looked at the spiritual herbs on the little fox's booth, and suddenly said in a low voice, "These spiritual herbs don't belong to you, do they? You stole them."

The little fox girl flicked her tail, and stared at Luo Ning with a pair of clear eyes like black jewels, with a trace of resentment in her tone, she said in a reproachful voice:
"Brother Dao, if you are not sincere, please move away and don't entertain me."

Luo Ning's Ling Daozhu had sensed that she was acting.The acting part, of course, is the process of collecting herbs.

He also saw that the two sloughs were the same size, and the soil on the roots was very similar. They didn't look like they were picked in the wild, but they seemed to be stolen from some private medicine garden.

The Spiritual Grass Garden needs spiritual soil, spiritual springs, and magical powers to cultivate spiritual plants. All requirements are not low.

Those who can have a private spirit grass garden are not ordinary monks.This kind of monk is not short of money, and rarely sells the spirit grass in the spirit market.

"Whose elixir garden did you steal your spiritual herb?" Luo Ning lowered his voice, a bit like a bad boy threatening his neighbor's sister, "Tell me, whose elixir garden did you steal it from? I Try your luck too."

The little fox girl bit her bright red lips, the fox tail protruding from her clothes had been completely retracted, her snow-white face was puffy.

"Understood. It turns out that Brother Dao didn't intend to buy it, but came to amuse me. Could it be that Brother Dao relied on his high cultivation level to bully me, a little demon?"

"The little girl is alone and lonely, and there are few small stalls, but she can't tolerate teasing."

Although the words were firm, the tone was full of resentment, grievance, and a hint of coquettishness.

The meaning is clearly: Don't get entangled, please let her go.

Officer, the little fox girl has such a pitiful and mournful appearance, if there is someone who pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, how can there be any reason to hold on to it?
But Luo Ning is a hard-hearted and lazy young man. He is shy in his pocket, wants something, but also doesn't want to pay a high price, and refuses to be taken advantage of for nothing.

Since ancient times, what you buy is not as good as what you sell.

So, Shi Shiran, a young man from the Luo family, sat down, lifted the mask up, revealing his sharp mouth, and then lit the dry pipe to smoke.

After taking two puffs of "Papa Papa", he spoke slowly.

"I don't intend to publicize this matter. Everyone is a little monk in the rivers and lakes, don't you think?"

The little fox girl turned her little head to one side in anger, and didn't even look at Luo Ning, her exquisite chest heaving and falling in anger.

Pooh!Where are the monks from?It's so annoying!
Seeing that the little fox girl ignored her, Luo Ning was not in a hurry. He knocked on the ash from the pipe and said slowly:

"How about this, 30 taels of gold, I bought it, don't ask where it came from."

"I don't mean to buy by force at a low price. You should know that for these two grasses, 30 taels of gold is fair, but 50 taels is really worthless."

Although the little fox girl breathed a sigh of relief, she snorted arrogantly and stretched out a pink palm:

"30 taels of gold, brother Dao, please pay first."

This is the agreed transaction.

After all, these spiritual herbs were really stolen, and they must not be publicized by this person.

Luo Ning succeeded in haggling the price, and happily took out 30 taels of gold, only to receive two plants of grass.

With two plants of grass, the old man should be able to become a ninth-rank monster this time.

Luo Ning got up and left, ignoring the resentment that was spreading from the little fox girl behind her.

"Fellow Daoist, take a look at this spirit wine. It is brewed with three kinds of spirit grains and two kinds of spirit fruits. It can not only nourish the spirit veins of the Zifu and enhance the spirit power, but also has a unique taste."

An eighth-rank martial artist said to Luo Ning, "These spirit wines are a gift from the spirit wine shop to our elder brother Guipao..."

When Luo Ning heard about the Gelaohui, he couldn't help but glance at the monk.

Xifan County was the westernmost county in Yizhou at that time, and of course there was also an organization of the Gelaohui.After Tubo occupied Xifan County, it changed Xifan County to Shunzhou, but the influence of Gelaohui still existed.

Luo Ning's teeth itch when he thought of the elder brother's association once arbitrarily blackmailing him for 3000 taels of silver.

3000 taels of silver were taken away by people from the Gelaohui.

Luo Ning had no intention of buying spirit wine at all, of course not only because the seller was Brother Pao of the Gelaohui.

Spirit wine is of course good for monks, but it is more of a consumer product for enjoyment.

This pot of spiritual wine was worth tens of taels of gold, which he couldn't afford.

Besides, his sense of taste and smell is all bad, drinking spirit wine is not a mouse eating barley?
"I want all these five spirits."

Luo Ning didn't go far when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

(End of this chapter)