Longevity Gourd Chapter 36

At the end of the square, there is a huge building with many individual small rooms.

This place was originally created by Fang Shi to ensure the confidentiality of the transaction.

Because the two parties do not enter or leave together, and there are many people entering and leaving with different purposes, there is no need to worry about the transaction being detected.

Xiao Ping paid the full amount of spirit stones and waited patiently in the agreed room.

After more than half an hour, the Tian's old man finally arrived.

"Is it you who was willing to use two hundred spirit stones to buy "Tian's Talisman"?" The old man asked hesitantly and expectantly.

Two hundred spirit stones were a considerable sum of money among the poor scattered cultivators, and the price was about the same as what he expected.

Xiao Ping nodded slightly:

"That's right, it's down. But before the transaction, can you let me identify one or two."

The old man immediately took out the talisman and handed it to him.

Xiao Ping first flipped through it roughly, and found that except for the first few pages, the subsequent pages were inexplicably sealed and could not be read.

"Don't be surprised, fellow Daoist! Even though the cultivator will never forget it, it is inevitable that there will be people with extraordinary memory! I, Mr. Tian's secrets for drawing talismans, you can read them carefully after you have paid the spirit stone."

Xiao Ping didn't take it seriously, and began to carefully read the contents of the first few pages.

"The Way of the Talisman..."

Xiao Ping just saw it for the first time, and he felt that his eyes were bright, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was unique and exquisite...

When I saw that the real Tian's Talisman was about to be introduced, the content stopped abruptly and could no longer be read...

Xiao Ping took a deep breath and sighed helplessly.

Seeing this, the old man seemed to have expected it, stroked his beard and said proudly:

"How about it, my Tian's talisman technique is quite eye-catching, right?"

"That's right, the ancestors of the Tian clan worked together with Fu Lu, and they did make a unique achievement! It's a pity that various restrictions have greatly reduced its value..."

The old man's expression froze, and his original intention to raise the price instantly extinguished, instead he felt uneasy, anxious and uneasy.

In the past, when he sold "Tian's Talisman", the other party always responded this way, and in the end, without exception, they all shook their heads and didn't want it!

If you miss the person in front of you again, you really won't be able to sell it! By then his son...

The old man suddenly became confused: heartache and worry, resentment and powerlessness...

"My talisman book is worth more than two hundred spirit stones! But since fellow Daoists sincerely want it, I will sell the two hundred spirit stones to your Excellency!"

Xiao Ping smiled secretly and said with relief:

"Brother, don't worry, your family's talisman inheritance, even if it is greatly discounted, is worth more than two hundred spirit stones. I am willing to buy it with three hundred spirit stones to give Ling Lang more protection. How about your friendship?"

One hundred spirit stones, to him, are nothing more than a ripening spirit plant and a few pots of medicinal pills, with almost no cost.

The other party's willingness to betray the incomparably precious ancestral secret technique is very rare in this world.

The old man was stunned, his eyes gradually moistened, and he kept thanking him with tears...

"As for the materials for the talisman paper, you can also collect it yourself. But if it's not too hard, you can cultivate the seeds of the seven-star grass with common sense!"

"The seven-star grass is one of the best materials chosen by my ancestors to make talismans! It's seeds have been passed down to me, and there is only such a small packet left, so I can count it as a gift and give them all to fellow Daoists..."

The old man handed him a small bag that he could hold in one hand, and left in a hurry...

Xiao Ping looked at the seeds of the seven-star grass and vaguely understood:

"He didn't need to give it to me originally, but planned to keep it for himself... Now that he has the seeds, he can save me the trouble of searching around and comparing with each other!"

One drink and one peck, the opportunity is in the dark.

When Xiao Ping came out, it was already night.

The antique lamps all over the square have been put on strange stones one by one, and the soft white light emitted brightens the whole scene.

"It won't be long before it's time to gather..."

Xiao Ping turned out of the trading area and walked towards the attic pointed out to him by the white-robed Taoist...

After a while, he came near.

A thin layer of blue light covered the attic, adding a little beauty and mystery to it.

If he first arrived in Fang City, he would still be surprised for a long time, and even explore a little or two, but now he is no stranger to it.

Xiao Ping took out the talisman given by Daoist Moyang and stuck it in front of his eyes. The surrounding azure light immediately spread to the surroundings like flowing water, revealing the portal hole in a short time.

Xiao Ping took off the talisman and walked in, the blue light gradually healed again...

The attic is about two or three feet high, with only two floors up and down, but it occupies a large area and can accommodate more than ten people.

Xiao Ping stepped into the hall on the first floor and swept around. There were only two tables and a dozen wooden chairs. The layout was simple and neat.

A clothed and masked woman is cleaning a corner.

It's not that Xiao Ping hasn't seen mortal servants in Fangshi, but the men are young and strong, the women are all beautiful, and they are all dressed like nobles.

But the mortal woman in front of me seems to come from an ordinary poor family, and is too different from the other mortals here...

The woman turned around, she seemed startled when she saw Xiao Ping, she immediately reacted and gave him a slight salute, not as humble as other mortals:

"Little girl Fang Wei has seen the Immortal Master! Presumably the Immortal Master is Xiao Fan who Senior Mo Yang mentioned?"

Xiao Ping nodded, but at the same time he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"My brother and several immortal masters are all on the second floor. Let me see Immortal Master Xiao and let you go up."

Brother? There is an immortal brother?

Xiao Ping understood. It is extremely rare for a cultivator to cultivate with a family member who has no spiritual roots.

"Thank you girl."

Xiao Ping nodded lightly and walked to the second floor.

As soon as he arrived on the second floor, he saw Daoist Moyang walking by with a strong man in his thirties.

Xiao Ping was stunned for a moment:

He had met this man this afternoon, and he was the one who exposed the old man of Tian's encounter in the Fudian!

At that time, he was hiding in the crowd, and the other party should not have seen him.

"When Wen Hu heard his sister talking to someone, I guessed that Brother Xiao was here!"

"Let me introduce, this is Wenhu from Xiangguo."

Xiao Ping had a good impression of this person, but naturally he should pretend to meet for the first time.

The two greeted each other, and Xiao Ping was led to a room.

There were also five people inside, all of whom were in the late stage of Qi training. The cultivation base that Xiao Ping had just broken through was actually the lowest.

"Another Daoist friend who is in the late stage of Qi training has joined, and I'm waiting for the strength to increase a lot..." said a smiling young man in his twenties.

"Xiao Fan, I still need to rely on you a lot..."

"This is fellow Daoist Jia Leijia..." Daoist Moyang introduced Xiao Ping one by one.

"These are three fellow Daoists, Ren Li, Gong Hou, and Hui Fen..."

Chen Li was a girl with an ordinary face, she just nodded slightly towards him. The latter two were quite polite, but in their words they secretly moved closer to Daoist Moyang.

Xiao Ping responded one by one.

It seems that no matter it is ordinary or past life, it is all about strength.

"This is the organizer of the group, fellow Taoist Fu Peng Fu..."

Afterwards, there was a casual, long-winded chat, but everyone was vaguely centered on the two most powerful people, Mo Yang and Fupeng...

Chapter end