Huaijin Fairy Journey

Chapter 142
Xue Huaijin unfolded her consciousness, looked carefully again, and found some differences.

Except for the two thin and thin boys who were dressed in rich and noble clothes, they knew that their physique was not suitable for exercise. The rest of them had a mid-term cultivation base after exercise.Now they are learning the basics of Confucianism and are still waiting for the appearance of Dharma cultivation qualifications. It can be said that they have three of the four paths to choose after the age of ten, and they only gave up the path of Buddhist cultivation.

It is estimated that I plan to choose whichever has the highest talent.However, at the age of twelve or thirteen, the spiritual root aptitude has not yet appeared, and the chance of it appearing in the future is very small, that is, the choice between Confucianism cultivation and physical cultivation.

And those two plainly dressed teenagers didn't have physical cultivation, and they didn't practice arithmetic, so they were probably obsessed with the way of Confucianism.

According to guesses from the people in the teahouse, it may not be that the two teenagers are from poor families, it may be that they have given up the opportunity of physical training to their brothers and sisters.

In the Ironwood Realm, even a family with an average family background can provide a child with the early stage of physical training, and when he is fifteen or sixteen years old, he can hunt and provide for himself, but some families have more than one child...

Knowing all the information that should be known, Xue Huaijin stopped paying attention to the people in the teahouse, and put his consciousness on the teenagers outside the teahouse, but looked at the teacup a little lost.

In the 29 years since she came to this world, this is the first time she has encountered such a simple literary discussion without a trace of cultivation. Looking at them, she seems to have returned to the school in her previous life...

"Look, that one has appeared!"

Xue Huaijin came back to her senses and saw that the people around her were very excited, and according to their words, she reacted instantly, and also came to the window and looked out of the building.

It would be a bit disrespectful to use divine sense to check knowing that there is a great power present.

I saw an elegant old man standing next to these young people, not far away, and with the keen ear of an immortal cultivator, he could hear their conversation clearly.

The old man and the teenagers exchanged a few words, and then said to a skinny teenager who was dressed richly, "What's your name?"

The boy was taken aback, "Me?"

The old man leaned on his beard and smiled, "Yes, it's you!"

The boy was a little at a loss, and looked at his cousin with a complicated expression.

The cousin suppressed the sourness in his heart, and pushed the boy towards the old man, "It's you who is asking, what do you want me to do?"

"My name is Shi Jie." The young man replied, but fell silent again.

Shi Jie's cousin saw that the old man hadn't spoken and was still waiting, so he quickly poked him. You said this guy was a smart kid at home, but why did he become stupid at a critical moment.

Seeing that Shi Jie clenched his fist, the old man still didn't speak, he smiled knowingly, and was even more satisfied with this apprentice, "I don't care about anything else, I just ask you, you are willing to practice Confucianism and Taoism with me."

The young man seemed to have figured it out this time, and replied firmly: "Thanks to the great love, the boy is willing!" All around said loudly: "Here, Luo Zhangping comes from Taichu Academy. This trip is indeed for the selection of disciples. Under the witness of all of you, I am very happy to have this good disciple. I have prepared a little gift, and I hope to accept it!"

As soon as the words fell, a writing brush appeared in front of everyone around, and the crowd cheered, holding their own writing brushes, very happy.

The people around saw that Xue Huaijin hadn't picked up the writing brush for a long time, and she was a little moved. She glanced coldly, took down her writing brush, returned to her table, and continued to drink tea.

At this time, the great Confucianism cultivator had already left with the young man, probably returning to the young man's home to meet his family.

Xue Huaijin looked at the writing brush in his hand. It looked like an ordinary writing brush, and it looked like an old writing brush that had been used. There was still black ink on the nib. When he looked carefully, there was a pattern on the barrel of the pen, which looked like It's the ancient Chinese "zhang". What's so special about this pen?

"I remembered, he is the Venerable Zhang Ping of the Taichu Academy, and that is the Confucianism cultivator of the word "Rang"!" Some people clamored.

……

"I haven't seen this kid today, who of you knows him?" Someone was puzzled.

"Indeed, we are all familiar with the other people who come here often, but I haven't seen the kid who is apprenticed today."

……

"Today, I will receive 1000 yuan of low-grade spirit stones for this writing brush. I have a child in my family who wants to follow the path of Confucianism, and I will make it a good omen!" Someone stood by the window and shouted to everyone on the street.

Seeing that someone really wanted to sell the brush because of money, there were people shouting the price all around, and after a while, it had already risen to 1000 yuan for a medium-grade spirit stone.

Xue Huaijin was secretly surprised that such an ordinary writing brush, and it was made in batches, was worth as much as a low-grade spiritual tool, and the price was still increasing.

She usually only knows about spiritual cultivation, and doesn't know much about Confucianism and Buddhism. Could it be that this brush is a treasure?
Since you don't know, listen more. After putting away the brush, Xue Huaijin sat in the shop, drinking spirit tea, listening to the commotion around her.

After watching for a while, there was no one to explain the confusion. Everyone is not a fool. Seeing this scene, they naturally knew that the writing brush in their hands was a treasure. No one has sold it yet, but as the price continues to rise, some people are still tempted and sold the writing brush. .

Xue Huaijin also took the opportunity to buy one, spending 6000 yuan on middle-grade spirit stones.This is because she acted early, and when people heard the news and came, monks at the Nascent Soul stage and the out-of-body stage made moves, and those monks below the Golden Core stage could only retreat behind.

It stands to reason that the venerable Zhang Ping can send a large number of brushes, so it should not be a very precious thing, but looking at the reactions of these people, this brush is not simple.

After watching the excitement, Xue Huaijin got up and walked to the door, intending to leave, but was blocked by a hand, "This fairy, why haven't I seen you in Dongfu City?"

Seeing the handsome young man in front of her, Xue Huaijin subconsciously wanted to look in the mirror. She remembered that she was now a weather-beaten middle-aged female cultivator. Did she remember it wrong?

The other party didn't speak when he saw this female cultivator, but just looked at himself with strange eyes, and quickly looked at his companion, "What's wrong with me?"

Seeing his companion shaking his head, he looked at the female cultivator again, only to find that everyone had left.

Seeing someone catching up again, Xue Huaijin asked, "What's the matter?"

The other party stopped making rounds and said directly: "I heard from my friend that the fairy just harvested two writing brushes. When she came down late, she missed the Confucianism and Taoism's ability to accept disciples, so..."

Xue Huaijin raised her eyebrows, "So, you want to take it from me?"

The other party waved his hands again and again, "It's not for nothing, you bought it for as many spirit stones, I'll pay three times the price!"

"Not for sale!" Xue Huaijin raised her foot and walked in another direction.

"I'm……"

"Heavenly King Lao Tzu is here, and I won't sell it!"

Watching the female cultivator go away, although he didn't know who the "Heavenly King Lao Tzu" was, he knew the general meaning. The young man didn't chase after him anymore, and planned to find his target again.

The companion bumped into his shoulder, "Brother, your charm has declined?"

Another companion came up with an idea, "If you look at your age, you can tell that you are an old Jianghu, so you should find some young people to try."

(End of this chapter)