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When I got back to my accommodation, it was noon.

Su Jiu looked at He He, who was drunk and talking nonsense in the yard, sighed helplessly, skillfully lifted it up when he passed by, threw it away, and threw it back into the house.

He He, who was in pain, howled miserably again and again!

Su Jiu rubbed his ears, walked quickly to his room, pushed open the door and didn't even step in, he was surprised by the white jade bed he saw, and his steps were also paused.

Looking at it again, there are a lot of tables, chairs, mirrors, and cabinets, which are neatly placed in the right places.

Su Jiu stepped forward and reached out to touch the white jade bed, it was cold to the touch, and there was a sense of tranquility!

At the moment, I knew in my heart, no wonder He He could use the bed to exchange for spiritual wine, this stone bed was not a mortal thing at first glance, but Haoran Sect could have this skill.

Glancing at the wine in the courtyard through the window, Su Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, this He He only used all the spirit stones to buy wine yesterday, and today there are spirit stones to buy these things in her house......

It seems that it is really the blood relatives or apprentices of the elders of the inner gate......

Shaking his head, Su Jiu didn't think about it anymore, he walked straight to the stone bed and sat down cross-legged, took out the jade slip that had been rubbed with the primary talisman of the talisman, and probed into his divine sense to examine it carefully.

Halfway through, Su Jiucai opened his eyes with a sad face, looking at the jade Jian in his hand and smiling helplessly.

This talisman technique is really not something that ordinary disciples can try......

Not to mention its strict requirements for divine consciousness, the cost of the production process discouraged most monks.

Of course, if you're gifted or have a lot of money, that's a different story.

Su Jiu couldn't help but count the spirit stones in the storage bag again, and he was a little hesitant for a while.

Although the rune paper needed to make talismans is not expensive, and a single spirit stone can buy hundreds of pieces, but the talisman pen and cinnabar are not cheap for a disciple like Su Jiu.

There are good and bad talisman pens and cinnabar, and the price is also uncertain, but the quality of the two is related to the success rate of talismans.

Su Jiu didn't want to buy the difference, but because the funds were limited, after thinking about it, he decided to go to the Fang Market to take a look before making a decision.

When he got up and walked to He He's house, he struggled to wake He He up, asked the specific location of Fang City, and set off quickly.

A quarter of an hour later, Su Jiu stopped at the foot of the Wonderland Peak, looking at the verdant bamboo forest in front of her, she was a little surprised at the same time, she didn't expect this Zongmenfang City to be so close to her former residence.

After a slight pause, Su Jiu walked around the bamboo forest and walked a little further, coming to a basin shrouded in hazy mist.

I saw a boulder with a height of three zhang standing in front of the white mist, on which the dragon flew and the phoenix danced with several red lacquer characters in Zongmenfang City.

Su Jiu nodded secretly, and after confirming that it was here, he turned over his hand and took out his identity token, and shook it against the boulder, and saw a streamer on the surface of the boulder.

As soon as the light flickered, the fog in front of him rolled open, creating a passage that was exactly the width of one person.

Su Jiu couldn't help but have some expectations in his heart, and when he walked into it quickly.

When you walk out of the white mist passage, you will see a lively scene. There are many attics around, and many monks come and go, and there are many monks on the streets, shouting and buying, like a mortal bazaar.

Su Jiu's eyes kept turning, and he quickly looked at this scene, which was quite novel. This is the first time she has come to this kind of place, and her mind is instantly active.

After walking around with great interest, Su Jiu was a little overwhelmed.

All kinds of things can be said to be dazzling, making people overwhelmed, whether it is magic weapons and exercises, or elixir talismans, or rare materials, there are countless of them.

Su Jiu was shocked and couldn't help but look at his hundred spirit stones, quite a feeling of a poor person entering the city.

With a dejected sigh, Su Jiu relented and went straight to the purpose of this visit.

As the saying goes, shop around, Su Jiu visited no less than a dozen shops in one go, and finally bought a talisman pen made of fire finch feathers and two hundred and fifty blank talisman papers in a shop called Wanjintang.

As for the last cinnabar, Su Jiu bought it at a stall on the side of the street, although it was made of the blood of the most common wild bull demon beast, but for Su Jiu, a beginner, it was more than enough.

After this time, it cost thirty-nine spirit stones, which made Su Jiu feel distressed and secretly made up his mind to make a talisman and earn it back!

Seeing that it was not too late, Su Jiu wandered leisurely again, and when he saw something strange, he would come forward to take a closer look.

Hey?!

When passing by a simple stall, Su Jiu couldn't help but sigh softly, and stopped to look at the white silk thread on it.

"Haha, what did Xiaoyou fancy about?" Seeing this, the old man sitting at the back of the stall hurriedly asked with a smile, his eyes not easily swept over the storage bag hanging from Su Jiu's waist.

"What is this?" Su Jiu pointed to the white silk thread and spoke directly.

"Oh! This is the ice blade silk spit out by the Iron Han Silkworm! Little friend, you really have a vision, and you fell in love with the best treasure of the old decay as soon as you came!

Su Jiu couldn't help but be speechless for a while, and her gaze at the old man became weird, did she look like such a foolish person?

Iron Han Silkworm Su Jiu has heard of it, the silk thread it spits out is extremely tough, like an ice blade, difficult to cut, as the name of the ice blade silk.

But the Iron Han Silkworm itself is hard to find, let alone the ice blade silk it spits out.

The silk here of this old man is the size of an adult's fist, if Su Jiu really believes that this is the ice blade silk, then she has lived in vain for more than ten years.

Sensing Su Jiu's gaze, the old man couldn't help coughing a few times, and instantly knew that this person couldn't be easily fooled, so he immediately laughed and said, "Ahem...... I wonder what the little friend thinks?"

"Oh, just look. Su Jiu blinked and replied indifferently, as if I was just passing by.

............Hearing this, the old man's expression froze, but when he saw that Su Jiu was about to walk away, he hurriedly raised his hand to stay: "Hey, don't be in a hurry to go, there are other things in the old man! Xiaoyou can come and take a closer look!"

"And this silk!Ahem, although it is not the ice blade silk of the iron cold silkworm, but after the appraisal of the old decay, it will not lose to the ice blade silk!" Speaking of this, the old man's face turned slightly red, obviously lacking confidence, but he still pretended to look at Su Jiu profoundly.

Su Jiu raised his eyebrows, turned his eyes to look at the ball of silk, and asked with interest, "After your appraisal??"

"Ahem...... the old man choked and avoided answering. Gritted his teeth, picked up the silk, handed it to Su Jiu, and said, "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try." ”

But I was thinking about it in my heart, and this little girl only practiced three layers of qi, no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't hurt this silk in the slightest.

He had tried, this kind of silk could not be easily cut even by a foundation building monk, cough cough, it just melted when it met fire......

This little girl should not know this......

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