Chapter 4, I am a professional at picking up leaks~~

Are people stupid and have too much money? ?
  Isn't this a complete case of being taken advantage of?

Brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters, kill me quickly!
  When they saw clearly that Song Zhi's personal disciple uniform was from the Hanyuan Sect, the head of the six major sects, the monks setting up stalls in the market instantly became excited.

One of the iron laws in the world of cultivation, a large number of direct disciples of a sect = justice, reliability and wealth!
  This fat sheep that is delivered to your door will be eaten for nothing.

"My little friend, take a look at this purple wood cigarette holder from Lao Dao. This is a top-grade spiritual weapon from the ancient Mighty Cave!"

"If it weren't for my limited qualifications and difficulty in reaching the great road, I would never part with this treasure. I only need 10,000 medium-grade spiritual stones, and I can take it away. What do you think, little friend?"

"Look, fellow Taoist, I have here a high-level flying talisman, an amulet, and a space talisman drawn by Bodhizi, the ancestor of the gods of the two poles."

"It can be called a three-piece set necessary for escape. Today I have a fate with fellow Taoist, so I cut off the pieces and only collected eight thousand middle-grade spiritual stones from you. Fellow Taoist, please don't hesitate. I guarantee that you will not be able to buy it and will suffer losses and will not be fooled."

"Fairy Fairy, look at me. I have black bamboo grass from the Demonic Abyss here. It is an indispensable main medicine for promoting blood circulation and muscle growth, and making the beauty elixir."

"This family has no other name. If the fairy is passing by, don't miss it!"

……

Song Zhi successfully entered the monks' market in his memory with just a word of greeting.

Then, she was surrounded by a group of vendors eager to rip off customers, and was forced to accept the spit of these men, women, and children.

Looking at the so-called good product held in front of her, Song Zhi, whose eyes had a built-in scanning function, let out a disdainful sneer.

Damn it, the purple wood cigarette holder, an ancient fairy weapon. This piece of shit is clearly a high-end fake that only looks good.

As for the three high-level talismans necessary for escape.

The talisman is a real talisman, but the problem is that this thing is definitely not the handiwork of the ancestor of the bipolar sect's transformation god.

And the black bamboo grass in the hands of the sweet-mouthed male cultivator, emmm, the grass is a good grass, but it is not real black bamboo grass.

It is "Mozhucao", a magical herb that looks similar to Mozhucao but has completely opposite effects.

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  [There are only 15 minutes left for the scanning function. Please arrange the use time reasonably. 】

In his mind, the 2.0 system sent out mechanical notifications, which aroused Song Zhi's sense of urgency to the extreme.

She stretched out her hand to push away the group of chattering vendors in front of her, and focused on the stalls that stayed in place.

This market is called Huangji Town Monk Free Exchange, and it was built by the nearby casual cultivators.

Different from the market established by the Han Yuan Sect, the Huangji Town Market is accessible to anyone, supports free trade, and trades currency, including real money and silver used by mortals.

Because most of the vendors in this market are low-level monks with mediocre qualifications and ordinary cultivation.

The main purpose of everyone setting up stalls here is either to clear out sales and make money for retirement, or to wait for opportunities to pick up missing pieces and look for opportunities to advance.

A monk like Song Zhi who is already on the second floor of the foundation building at such a young age is already rare in this market.

Coupled with the blessing of being a direct disciple of the Hanyuan Sect, it is no wonder that everyone is eager to be the first to be her, and their enthusiasm is high.

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  "Thank you for your kindness."

"I was ordered by my master to come here specifically to practice."

"Master has opened a photo stone for me to carry with me as a proof of this experience."

"Fellow Taoists, please don't be impatient. I will follow Master's instructions and slowly look at the goods one by one. I can always make you a considerable amount of spiritual stones."

Song Zhi pursed his lips and smiled softly, looking generous, kind and considerate.

But after hearing this, a group of vendors who had been selling passionately just now seemed to have collectively pressed the mute button, and were stunned for an instant.

"Ahem, the old man suddenly remembered that he had stewed pig's trotters at home and seemed to have forgotten to turn off the fire. Little friend, we are destined to meet again."

"Well, I just remembered that these three high-level talismans have been ordered by the elders of the Xishan Sword Sect. Fellow Taoist, let's make an appointment next time, let's make another appointment!"

"Well, the fairy turns out to be a great disciple of the great sect. It's really disrespectful."

"My disciple, I have never seen any good things. I actually used a small bamboo grass to stand out in front of my disciple. It is like a joke. I am ashamed. I also ask my disciple not to argue with Xiaodao!"

……

But within a few breaths, the group of people who had been crowded around before found reasons to go back to their homes and find their mothers, and the departing figures quickly flew out of the afterimage.

Song Zhi glanced at it thoughtfully, then gathered his thoughts and walked to the stall he had been eyeing for a long time. “Fellow Taoist, how do you sell this purple grass?”

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  This market is not big, and the trading location is a long old street.

There are mortals and low-level monks setting up stalls, both young and old, men and women.

Song Zhi didn't come here aimlessly, she looked for the direction and came here deliberately.

She remembered it well.

In his previous life, he successfully contracted with the heroine Su Zhi, who was a treasure hunter.

It was in this market that the treasure-hunting rat successfully obtained a thousand-year-old blood soul grass and a fragment of an ancient fairy weapon.

That fragment not only records the truth about the break of the Heavenly Road in this world, but also contains the inheritance of the immortals.

Su Zhi, who has five spiritual roots, relied on this inheritance to truly soar into the sky and become a blockbuster.

Becoming the number one female immortal in the Three Thousand Realms who has never been seen before or since.

Song Zhi was not interested in the false reputation of the first female fairy.

She was simply uneasy and well-intentioned, relying on her past life experience to deliberately come to the market to pick up things and steal Su Zhi's opportunity.

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  "Fairy has good eyesight!"

"This herb is indeed the rare Purple Dragon Grass. It was bought by my father at the cost of his life. Now my mother is possessed by a demon and is in urgent need of a middle-grade Qingxin Pill to save her life."

"I wonder if there are fairies? I am willing to exchange things with fairies..."

Purple Dragon Grass, like Black Bamboo Grass, grows deep in the Demonic Abyss.

It's just that purple dragon grass is more precious, more useful, and harder to obtain than black bamboo grass.

Zilongcao is the main medicine for refining Zengyuan Dan.

The Zengyuan Pill is an indispensable elixir for Golden Pill monks to advance to Yuanying.

A Yuan-Zeng Dan contains the spiritual essence of the Great Perfection of the Golden Dan. It often has the miraculous effect of turning danger into safety and turning the tide at the last moment when a monk attacks Yuan Ying.

In recent years, the Demonic Abyss has been rioting from time to time, and the demonic evil has leaked out and hurt people.

It is extremely rare to see a fresh and complete purple dragon grass like this in the hands of a young monk.

"I have the Pure Heart Pill."

"It's just that this Purple Grass alone is not worthy of the value of my Pure Heart Pill."

"Little brother, since you are setting up a stall to do business, you might as well open your eyes."

"Give me the Blood Soul Grass in the storage bag, and I will give you a ninth-grade Pure Heart Pill."

"Listen clearly, it's the ninth-grade Qingxin Pill~"

Song Zhi squatted down in front of the stall.

She conveniently set up an isolation formation, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she stared at the handsome young man opposite her, with a hint of bewitchment in her tone.

She just used the system's scanning function to scan all the stalls on the long street.

As imagined, there are very few valuable things.

In addition to the blood soul grass and fairy artifact fragments picked up by the heroine Su Zhi in her previous life.

The only thing that had slipped through the market was the purple grass displayed by the young monk in front of him.

Purple grass is green and green, very similar to the weeds on the roadside.

If it weren't for the system's scanning power, she wouldn't be able to recognize it even if it were placed in front of Song Zhi's eyes.

Coincidentally, Song Zhi learned from Gu Zichen in his previous life that Su Zhi used treasure-hunting rats to pick up and bring back to the sect, in addition to the Blood Soul Grass, there was also the Purple Dragon Grass given by the owner of the Blood Soul Grass.

In other words, if there is a stall owner with purple dragon grass, he must have blood soul grass!

(End of this chapter)

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