The Dragon from Hell

He turned into a four-story building called "Zangxianju", which was the place that Lin Quansheng mentioned that specialized in selling magic books.

After entering, it was more lively than he imagined, with monks coming and going in an endless stream, and the waiter was very busy.

It is not difficult to see from here that the enthusiasm of the monks at the foot of the mountain for cultivation may be even more fanatical than that on the mountain.

Otherwise, this town would not exist, and the people down here are too obsessed.

As soon as Qin Feng came in, the bookstore, which was originally bustling with people, became quiet for a moment, and then many people began to whisper.

"Why is there a mortal coming in?"

"Yes, what is a mortal without spiritual bones doing in a place like this?"

"Is he buying books to practice?"

"That's impossible. How can he practice without spiritual bones? Mortals can't practice immortality."

Qin Feng ignored everyone's discussion, walked to the counter, and asked politely to the waiter inside: "I want to buy two books about sword cultivation techniques. Where can I find them?"

When they heard that he was really here to buy books, the scene exploded.

Many people shook their heads when they heard this, thinking that Qin Feng was doing useless work.

Even the waiter was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "My guest, are you buying books from us to give to others or keep them for yourself?"

"For my own use." Qin Feng said as a matter of course.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any books you can use here." The waiter said cheerfully: "However, turn left two streets after leaving this street, there is a bookstore on the street over there, and they sell books written by mortals like you. That place is suitable for you, go there and have a look."

After the waiter finished speaking, he didn't even look at Qin Feng's reaction and prepared to find other customers directly.

But Qin Feng stood there and didn't leave: "No, I'll buy it here. Just tell me if there is such a book and where to find it myself. Don't worry, I won't default."

The waiter turned around and saw Qin Feng's serious face, not joking, and became a little impatient: "Okay, okay, don't you see I'm busy enough, and you're still looking for my fun?"

"I'm not saying, you are a mortal, you don't even have a spirit bone, why do you come to a place like ours to buy books?"

"For your own use? If you can use it, use it for yourself. Don't tell others that we sell books to a mortal in Cangxianju, and then people will laugh at us!"

He thought Qin Feng was looking for entertainment.

"I don't know how you got here, but I advise you not to waste your time. This place is not suitable for you."

The news that Qin Feng went up the mountain had spread before he arrived. Lin Quansheng took him around the town yesterday, and almost everyone knew who he was.

He was the mortal that the sect made an exception and let him go up the mountain a few days ago.

Facing the attitude of the waiter, Qin Feng was very calm: "You don't need to care whether I can use it after taking it. You are doing business. I come to buy things, pay the money and get the goods. As for whether I can use it, that's my business, isn't it?"

That's the truth, but the waiter still looked unhappy.

If you buy it and it's useless, isn't that a waste of natural resources?

But this time, before the waiter could speak, someone couldn't stand it.

"I said that you don't have spiritual bones. Is your brain slow? Or are you deaf? Don't you understand what the waiter said? He said that the books here will not be sold to you, a mortal!"

Qin Feng turned around and saw several young monks with long swords on their waists coming over. The four people's faces were full of disdain, and their hatred for Qin Feng was evident.

"Having money to buy doesn't mean you are qualified to buy." One of the older-looking young men in black clothes spoke.

He walked up to Qin Feng, looked him up and down, and snorted disdainfully: "Everything on this street, and even everything in this town, is not provided for ordinary people like you. It would be a waste to give it to you, so get out of here!"

The other three young men held swords, crossed their arms and sneered at Qin Feng, with a strong mockery in their eyes.

It can be seen that they don't like Qin Feng. Not only do they not like him, but they even have a natural disgust.

All this comes from the spiritual bone that Qin Feng lacks.

Qin Feng heard this expressionlessly: "Really? Then I would like to ask where the rule is?"

"This is not a rule, but don't you know it yourself?" The young man in black clothes saw that he insisted, and he was a little impatient: "Even if we sell you the things here, it's useless. A mortal who sees them and thinks they are useless is just an insult to these things!"

"That's right!" The young man next to him couldn't help but say at this time: "The magic here, even we may not be able to practice it. You, a mortal without a spiritual bone, really think you areCan you become a disciple of Wuxiang Sect by practicing on your own? "

Now Qin Feng knew where their malice came from.

These people in front of him were either those who had awakened their spirit bones but were not qualified enough, or those who were left behind after being eliminated by the sect, or those who were born in this town and were born with spirit bones awakened.

But the reason why they stayed in this town was only one: insufficient talent.

To put it bluntly, they wanted to go up the mountain and become formal disciples of the sect more than Qin Feng.

But up to now, many of them did not even have the qualifications to be a preparatory disciple, and could only stay at the foot of the mountain and practice hard for ten years.

All of this was because they were not qualified enough.

But now they were told that a mortal who did not even have spirit bones was brought up the mountain by the sect as an exception, and even had a one-year probation period.

That is to say , during this year, during the sect's probation period, he was a candidate disciple of Wuxiang Sect.

Why?

A mortal, why was he considered a candidate disciple?

Of course, Wuxiang Sect actually explained this.

It was only said that after Qin Feng awakened his spirit bones, the sect determined that he had extraordinary talent for spirit bones, but because he was poached by a monster, the sect gave him this opportunity as compensation because he had good talent.

In the eyes of these people in the town, Qin Feng became an opportunity that he got by being shameless and miserable.

Such a person is not worthy of practicing with them, and he is not qualified to practice!

Qin Feng heard this, and his expression on his face did not move, but he said calmly: "Since there is no rule in the town not to sell magic books to mortals, then I will buy it here today. Whether I can practice is my business, and it has nothing to do with you. "

After saying that, Qin Feng simply ignored the waiter and the others and walked directly to a corner of the bookstore.

Just now he had seen several monks with swords on their waists going over there to get books, and guessed that there would be the books he was looking for there.