I am the most curly cub in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 94
After working on the spiritual food that will be sold tomorrow, Huohuang took out the formula to explain and study.

After mastering all the knowledge points of the day, practice engraving array disks.

After engraving the array, proceed to refine the weapon, practice the sword, and finally practice.

Early the next morning, Huohuang came to the booth rented by Fangshi.

The locations of these short-term rental booths are very remote.

The booth of Huohuang is at the end of a street.

Many monks who came to visit Fangshi hadn't reached the end of this street yet.

Basically, if you buy what you want, you will leave.

Even though the stall is so remote, there are still many people who want to rent it.

Fire Phoenix was lucky yesterday, the last booth happened to be her turn.

The monk who arrived later than her didn't get anything.

There were also monks who tried to sublet the booth from her at double the price, but she refused.

The so-called booth is actually a planned vacant space.

The stalls next to it all spread a piece of animal skin on the ground, and then put the things to be sold on the animal skin.

Fortunately, I came here to confirm the location yesterday, so I know the situation.

When refining the weapon yesterday, I created a cart that was common in the previous life.

The spiritual food prepared yesterday was put on the cart by Fire Phoenix in advance.

Now remove the trolley from the storage ring.

The shiny trolley immediately attracts the attention of the surrounding stall owners.

Everyone hasn't started their mental activities yet, the fire phoenix has already lifted the lid of the marinated pot.

The marinated fragrance accumulated in the pot quickly spread to the surroundings.

The stall owners nearby, after smelling the domineering fragrance, didn't have any thoughts about the fire phoenix.

The owner of the stall adjacent to Huohuang was an old man with gray hair.

With clear eyes, the old man greeted Fire Phoenix with a smile on his face:
"Fellow Daoist, my surname is Li, what is your name?"

"My name is Lan."

Huo Huang used her mother's surname, she ate Yi Rong Pill before entering the city yesterday.

Now she is an ordinary-looking female cultivator.

Now that he has changed his appearance, he simply doesn't use his real name.

Old man Li followed suit: "Fellow Daoist Lan, what are you cooking in your pot? It smells so good!"

He subconsciously thought of the surname Lan, but forgot that Lan was also a surname.

And as old man Li chatted with Huohuang, he asked about what was cooking in the pot.

The stall owners of nearby stalls also pricked up their ears.

Huohuang also knew that everyone was pricking up their ears, so she replied generously: "The stewed pork is cooked in the pot.

This pot of marinade is prepared by me with spices and elixir after repeated proportioning.

The meat of the black-haired sharp-toothed pig, the meat of the triangular mang ox, and our common spirit birds.

After being stewed, it will become particularly delicious.

And after being cooked in this way, they can replenish some spiritual power instantly.

In battle, it is used to replenish spiritual power, and sometimes it can save lives. "

Old man Li's eyes lit up after hearing the next few words:

"Friend Lan, how much spiritual power can this stewed meat replenish?"

Huohuang just picked up a piece of braised pork belly and placed it on the chopping board.

While cutting into pieces with a knife, she replied: "The thickness I cut out can instantly replenish [-]% of the spiritual power in the early stage of foundation establishment.

In the middle stage of foundation establishment, two pieces are needed to replenish [-]% of spiritual power.

Don't look at Li Daoyou's lack of spiritual power, but if the opponent has no spiritual power.

With this spiritual power, we can turn defeat into victory.

If the opponent still has spiritual power, we can run even if we can't fight.

The chance of escaping is quite high, and this thing is not used after the aura is exhausted.

It can be used when more than half of the aura is consumed.

In addition, it does not have erysipelas, which is its second advantage. "

Without the advantage of erysipelas, not only old man Li was moved.

Even the surrounding stall owners were also moved, although there were few erysipelas like Huiling Pill and Fushang Pill.

But when he couldn't bear to practice outside, if he took too much of this kind of elixir, the erysipelas would accumulate.

Although there are elixirs for clearing erysipelas, it is not [-]% clear of erysipelas.

Old man Li was about to ask how to sell the stewed meat, when a monk came looking for the scent.

The person who came was a handsome male cultivator in his early twenties.

At that time, Huohuang happened to prepare the Roujiamo to try.

Then she used a bamboo stick, forked a small piece, and handed it to the male cultivator:

"Fellow Daoist, try my Roujiamo. This small piece is for tasting, and there is no charge for it."

After the male cultivator picked up the Rougamo for tasting, there were monks who were attracted by the aroma one after another.

There are men and women, and Huohuang also warmly invites each other to taste.

And the first male cultivator who came to the booth asked Huohuang after eating the samples, "How do you sell this Roujiamo?"

Huohuang pointed to the sign next to the bun basket:
"Ten low-grade spirit stones and a Roujiamo, and the stewed pork is also sold separately.

In addition to braised pork, there are other braised goods, which are clearly stated on the sign. "

The male cultivator who asked the price looked at the brand and said to Huohuang at the same time:

"Ten meat clips, ten catties of braised beef, ten braised eggs, and one braised short-winged pheasant."

"Okay, fellow daoist, please wait a moment." Fire Phoenix responded.

He took a hot Baiji bun and cut it horizontally.

Put the chopped braised pork in, and soon ten roujiamos will be ready.

It is also called ten catties of stewed beef, ten stewed eggs, stewed short-winged pheasant, and packed them up.

Give the packed food bag to the male cultivator.

He handed over a piece of paper, stating that the stewed goods can instantly replenish spiritual power.

And what is the cultivation level, corresponding to how much braised food to eat, and how much spiritual power to replenish:

"Fellow Daoist, all the spiritual food you want are packed, a total of 20 yuan high-grade spiritual stones."

Nanxiu also calculated the price in his heart and prepared the spirit stone.

The first business was successfully completed, and the subsequent ones naturally also went well.

Old man Li looked at the long queue in front of Huohuang's booth, and was very envious in his heart.

Then he had an idea, picked up the elixir from the booth, went to the side of the long line, started to sell, and successfully concluded a few orders.

The other stall owners saw each other and followed suit, not to mention they all closed a few deals.

So everyone is not jealous that Huohuang's business is good, at least they will drink the soup.

An hour later, all the marinated goods at the Huohuang stall were sold out, and the stall was closed.

Many monks who came late and did not buy lo mei.

When the fire phoenix left, he reminded the fire phoenix again and again.

To prepare a little more braised meat tomorrow, Huo Huang happily nodded in response.

But no matter how much Huohuang prepares, there will always be new diners who hear the news and come here every day.

There are also repeat customers who are conquered by the lo-mei after eating it.

Her lo mei is always not enough to sell, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

This day, Huohuang sold out its lo mei, just packed up its things, and was about to leave.

The steward of Fangshi approached Huohuang: "Fellow Daoist, your booth expires this evening, do you want to continue?"

Huohuang shook his head: "No more, I will leave Qinghuo City after a few more days, and I won't sell food after that."

The steward didn't bother, and didn't imply that Huohuang was filial or anything.

Huohuang bid farewell to the steward, and instead of leaving in a hurry, he started to stroll around the market instead.

She returned to the small courtyard she rented in the evening, and when she was preparing dinner, Lingyun sent her a voice transmission:

"There was a man of great style who surrounded this small courtyard with a dozen or so Golden Core cultivators."

(End of this chapter)