Xianhong Road

Chapter 141 Rune Pen Competition
"Purple green hair brush!"

The tattered old man and the handsome young man were extremely surprised, shocked in their hearts, and looked at the talisman pen with expressions of amazement and obsession.

In this world of cultivating immortals, there are many precious items, not only magic treasures, talisman seals, treasures of heaven and earth, etc.Among them, the talisman pen is also a magic prop, which is equivalent to the alchemist's furnace and alchemy furnace.

A better talisman brush would not be less valuable than a spiritual weapon or a magic weapon, and could greatly increase the success rate of making talismans. For talisman refiners, it would be even more deadly temptation.

Ziqing hair brush, in the world of cultivating immortals, is considered a relatively precious talisman brush. In the eyes of low-level talisman refiners, it is a treasure that dreams of.

call!
Yang Fan smiled slightly, and the talisman pen in his hand disappeared like magic, which made the grandpa and grandson stunned, with a few traces of regret and unfinished thoughts in their eyes.

The handsome young man's concentration was almost lacking, and his expression was still a little dazed. Before he could react, he saw Yang Fan take back the talisman pen, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Ahem..." The ragged old man coughed twice, and said in a low voice, "Young master, are you also a talisman refiner?"

"No, I have a little knowledge of medicine and alchemy, but I don't know anything about refining talismans."

Yang Fan shook his head, he wasn't lying about this, he really didn't know how to refine talismans.

"Then your talisman pen?" The ragged old man's eyes lit up, and the handsome young man stopped the talisman pen in his hand, and the grandfather and grandson looked at Yang Fan nervously again.

"I got it by accident, and it doesn't work."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

The so-called accidental acquisition is of course not that simple.

When Yang Fan transformed himself into Shi Qianhan, he killed quite a few monks. Before that, there were many monks in the Yangjiabao area, and the one on the Tianxingzhou.

After beheading the enemy every time, Yang Fan certainly would not forget to tap the loot.

As for where the Ziqing hair brush came from, Yang Fan himself can't remember clearly, he is not interested in refining talismans, if he didn't happen to meet this grandpa and grandson, he doesn't know where he forgot it.

Hearing this, the ragged old man looked at Yang Fan thoughtfully, and yelled at the crowd: "Fathers and elders, the stall is closed today! Come back another day!"

After finishing speaking, he said to the handsome young man: "Yun'er, close the stall!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

The handsome young man put away his pen excitedly, responded, and immediately began to tidy up the booth.

"Young master, let's talk in another place." The ragged old man said with a smile.

After a while, Yang Fan followed the grandpa and grandson walking along the intricate alleyways of the capital, and the three of them came to a remote bamboo forest.

Yang Fan glanced at the bamboo forest, and found the phantom formation here.

"My lord, this is a meeting place for immortal cultivators in Kyoto. It provides exchange of spirit stones and props. The owner of this place is very important and provides a transaction guarantee."

The ragged old man introduced with a smile, along the way, through words and deeds, he learned that Yang Fan was a cultivator who had just arrived in the capital.

"Mr. Cheng often comes here?"

Yang Fan asked curiously.

Talking along the way, he also probably figured out the details of the two men.

The ragged old man's surname is Cheng, and the monks of the same generation call him Cheng Lao or Cheng Laoxian; attainments.

"Hehe, I'm a frequent visitor to this 'Cuiwei Residence'."

Cheng Laoxian said with a smile, and walked into the bamboo forest first, his figure suddenly became blurred, and then disappeared completely.

Yang Fan smiled at Cheng Yunfei, and walked into the bamboo forest. The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and the bamboo forest became a simple and elegant pavilion. There were all kinds of people chatting and laughing inside: there were old Taoist priests, old monks, elegant scholars, and half-timers. Old milfs and teenage girls.

After Cheng Laoxian walked in, some monks immediately greeted him.

"Haha, I said Mr. Cheng, didn't you go to the street to sell talismans with your grandson, why did you come back so quickly today?"

A dark-faced old man sitting in the corner of the teahouse said teasingly, the voice dragged on for a long time.

"Hmph, old black ghost, as soon as I came in, your crow's mouth became noisy."

Cheng Laoxian's face darkened slightly, and he replied, ignoring the black-faced old man, and smiled at Yang Fan: "Young Daoist Yang, let's sit here."

The three of them came to an empty teahouse and sat down, and soon a beautiful girl brought tea.

Yang Fan glanced at the monks in the "Cuiwei Residence", most of them are Qi-refining monks, and there are also a few monks in the concentration stage.

"Dare to ask Fellow Daoist Yang, are you willing to trade the 'Ziqinghao brush' in your hand?"

Cheng Laoxian quickly got to the point, seeming a little anxious.He understood that Yang Fan had a plan for finding him, otherwise he wouldn't have shown such treasures in front of the two of them.

"Anyway, Mr. Yang is not a talisman refiner. This 'Ziqing hair brush' is useless to keep. It doesn't matter if you trade it for Mr. Cheng cheaply, one hundred spirit stones."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"One hundred spirit stones, are you really willing to sell them?" Cheng Laoxian didn't believe that things were so smooth and simple.

A hundred spirit stones are too cheap!

For precious talisman brushes such as the Ziqing hair brush, if they meet a trade partner who is a talisman refiner, most monks will blackmail them severely. Down.

Yang Fan exhaled lightly, and said slowly: "Yang has just arrived in the land of dragons and tigers in the capital, and he is not familiar with people. He just needs someone to take care of him."

Hearing this, Cheng Laoxian frowned and asked, "You mean..."

"Yang is a pharmacist. When he first came to Kyoto, he needs to find a job first. In the future, he may open a medical clinic in the Immortal Realm here." Yang Fan said calmly.

"Are you a pharmacist?" Cheng Laoxian showed a strange expression on his face, and said in a deep thought: "In the capital, good pharmacists are extremely scarce, whether it is for the secular world or the world of cultivating immortals, and they are drawn by various forces. aloof."

"If Fellow Daoist Yang has some attainments in medical skills, this matter will be easy to handle. But if not..."

When Cheng Laoxian said this, he paused, and then looked Yang Fan up and down a few times, the implication was already very clear.

With medical skills, skill is one aspect, but also experience and experience.

Cheng Laoxian obviously had some doubts about Yang Fan's true talents and knowledge - how good would his medical skills be at such a young age?
Yang Fan was not surprised, Cheng Laoxian's thoughts basically represented the way of thinking of most people.

"Pharmacist?"

Cheng Yunfei, a handsome young man sitting on the side, also showed a trace of doubt in his clear eyes.

"Old Immortal Cheng can rest assured that in terms of medical skills, Yang is no weaker than anyone else at the same level."

Yang Fan said calmly, with a convincing temperament in his words.

"Okay, fellow daoist is so confident, it seems that he has some real talents and real learning." Cheng Laoxian's eyes flashed, and his view of Yang Fan also changed.

Immediately, Cheng Laoxian began to think, but Cheng Yunfei beside him looked anxious.

"What is Mr. Cheng thinking?"

A moment later, Yang Fan asked with a smile, and took out the purple-green hair brush from the storage bag: black pen holder, golden border, purple-cyan hair, faintly exuding a sense of agility.

"Purple green hair brush!"

Several monks around exclaimed, the people in this teahouse are all immortal cultivators, and there is no lack of knowledgeable people.

Soon, several monks came forward to observe, looking at the talisman pen in Yang Fan's hand with amazed and greedy expressions.

"Friend Daoist, how do you sell the talisman pen in your hand? I will offer 120 spirit stones, will you sell it or not?"

One of the thin old men in red robes walked up to Yang Fan and said calmly.

"Master Xu Fu?"

When Cheng Laoxian saw this person, his complexion changed, the two looked at each other, and there seemed to be a spark in the air, obviously a little hostile.

Yang Fan glanced sideways, and the "Master Xu Fu" in Cheng Laoxian's mouth was a monk who had perfected Qi and was looking at him eagerly at the moment.

"Sorry, I'm about to trade this talisman to Mr. Cheng."

Yang Fan shook his head.

Hearing this, Old Immortal Cheng secretly rejoiced, and with a proud face, he nodded and said, "Master Xu Fu, come first and come first, this 'Ziqinghao Brush' is mine today."

Let's talk, he immediately took out a pile of spirit stones from the storage bag, and said to Yang Fan: "Yang Yaoshi, this is 120 spirit stones, according to the previous agreement."

"120 spirit stones?"

Just as Yang Fan was about to speak, Master Xu Fu said coldly, "I will offer 150 spirit stones."

150!
People around were shocked, and Cheng Laoxian's complexion changed instantly, and his teeth itched with hatred for Master Xu Fu.

At this time, more and more monks came here, looking like they were going to watch a good show.

"150, I can take it out too."

Cheng Laoxian gritted his teeth and added another 20 yuan of Lingshi to the table.

"Yang Yaoshi, what do you think, 150, I can also get it."

Cheng Laoxian motioned to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was stunned. The price he offered was 100 yuan of spirit stones. He was just about to explain when Xu Fushi spoke again:
"I'll give you two hundred!"

Two hundred spirit stones!

There was a commotion among the monks all around.

Two hundred spirit stones is probably the limit of this Ziqing hair brush, Yang Fan knows this very well.

If you continue to increase the price, the buyer will lose more than the gain.

"You, you..." Cheng Laoxian stared at Xu Fushi angrily, "Do you really want to fight against this old man?"

Xu Fushi sneered and said: "This statement is wrong. This is a fair competition. Whoever has more spirit stones will get the talisman pen. All fellow Taoists, please comment."

"Of course whoever has the highest price will get it."

"Yes, fair play."

Most of the field echoed.

Cheng Laoxian's complexion was cloudy, his financial resources and influence behind him were far inferior to that of Master Xu, if he continued to compete like this, he would only make himself lose even worse.

"Two hundred spirit stones, what do you think, little fellow Taoist?"

When Master Xu Fu saw that Cheng Laoxian had turned off the fire, his face was full of complacency, and the smile on his face became brighter, as if the purple green hair brush was already within his reach.

"let's go!"

Cheng Laoxian kept a straight face, put away the spirit stone on the table, stood up and was about to leave.

"Old Cheng, wait!"

Yang Fan called Cheng Laoxian to stop.

"What advice does Yaoshi Yang have?" Cheng Laoxian's heart moved, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Could it be that if I sell this talisman pen to whom, I, the owner, will have no right to speak?"

Yang Fan pursed his lips slightly.

"This..." The smile on Xu Fushi's face froze.

The monks around were also stunned. After a long time, the competition between the two of them did not have the consent of the owner of the talisman brush.

"Cheng Lao, according to the previous agreement, one hundred spirit stones, this talisman pen belongs to you."

Yang Fan spoke clearly and calmly.

Whoa!
As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar on the field, and the entire "Cuiweiju" monks were shocked.

(Second shift arrives, the world of cultivating immortals in Kyoto is slowly spreading out. Need to cultivate tickets!)
(End of this chapter)