Chapter Forty-Eight: Being Stalked
The old man watched Meng Li turn around, snorted a little displeased, and saw Meng Li pick up a piece of broken paper on the ground, although he knew that he had dropped it, but he didn't plan to come back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Some of his books are indeed from the Ancient Cave Mansion, but they are all useless exercises, or they are incomplete, they are all received by him from other monks, and they are placed here to deceive those young monks who are just getting started, just a piece of broken paper, it is estimated that it also fell from that book, anyway, it is not complete, and it will fall off.
Meng Li looked at it and felt that although this exercise was incomplete, it did look very ancient, and turned around to ask the stall owner how to sell it: "Stallholder, this ććć."
"If you don't buy it, don't buy it, go on the side, don't get in the way of my business." The old man waved his hand with a bad face, turned around and continued to stare at the crowd of people, looking for a suitable target.
Meng Li was speechless, looked at the paper in his hand, and then looked at the things on the old man's stall, but didn't find any books of the same color as this paper, shook his head and took the paper and continued to walk towards the pill shop that he had been optimistic about before.
Entering the pharmacy, Meng Li glanced around, this pharmacy seemed to be a shopkeeper, there was no shopkeeper, and there was nothing in the store, only some ordinary herbs were placed there, and a lot of dust had fallen on it.
However, the front of the counter was quite lively, and there were several male corrections around the counter trading with the shopkeeper inside.
Meng Li casually threw the piece of paper in her hand into the storage bracelet, of course, she just went out and hung a storage bag on her body, the storage bracelet is on this continent except for her and Xiao Yang, I don't know if there is one, so she deliberately hung a storage bag to hide people's eyes.
After putting it away, she also walked to the counter, ready to wait for those who bought the pills to buy them, and then she went over to ask.
Finally, after two quarters of an hour, the last customer in the store left, and there were no new customers coming in for the time being, Meng Li stepped forward and asked directly: "Shopkeeper, do you have Tu Yingcao here?" ā
The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man in his forties, and as for his cultivation, he should be higher than her, because she can't see the other party's cultivation.
"Yes, one plant with five lower-grade spirit stones." The shopkeeper replied expressionlessly.
Meng Li was stunned, a bottle of Qingxin Pill was only five lower-grade spirit stones, and one bottle was fifteen. He only needs five low-grade spirit stones to refine one herb of this pill here, this is a pit man.
"Shopkeeper, did you quote the wrong price, isn't Tu Yingcao a medicinal herb for refining a product of Qingxin Pill? How can it be so expensive? Meng Li frowned and asked.
"One Tuying Grass plus other herbs can refine a furnace of Qingxin Pill, and a furnace can refine a hundred, do you think this price is too expensive?" The shopkeeper of the pharmacy continued to say flatly.
Pill shops are basically all there, do you like to buy it or not, anyway, the pill is a thing, the monk will buy it if he can afford it, and if he can't afford it, he can only look at it, there is nothing worth selling.
Meng Li was speechless when he heard this, he had to spend five lower grade spirit stones on it in a month, it was a little painful to think about it, he had never been worried about money when he was in school before, and he would know the importance of money.
Now that I think about it, even if her parents are not good, at least they have never treated her badly materially, hey, I really want to go home.
"Then get me six." She will return to Tiancheng later, and she doesn't know if she will encounter any other troubles at that time, so she won't have time or place to buy them again.
The shopkeeper glanced at Meng Li with some surprise when he heard this, but he didn't expect that this little female cultivator, who didn't seem to have a high cultivation level and was not wealthy, could get thirty lower-grade spirit stones.
He nodded and said, "You wait," and then opened a curtain next to the counter and walked in.
Meng Li didn't have so many low-grade spirit stones, so he could only take out the only medium-grade spirit stone that Xiao Yang gave her.
After a while, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy came out, holding a handful of herbs in his hand, Meng Li didn't know him, and communicated with Xiao Yan in his mind: "Is it this?" ā
"Well, that's it, but it's a very low vintage, and the longer it is, the longer it lasts." The little cockroach replied.
Meng Li rolled her eyes in her heart, the low one in this year will cost five lower grade spirit stones for one plant, and the one with a high year is not more expensive, and it is estimated that even if she takes out all her belongings, she will not be able to buy one.
After Meng Li got an affirmative answer, he handed out the medium-grade spirit stone that he had already taken out in his hand.
The shopkeeper glanced at Meng Li again in surprise, according to the standard, the medium-grade spirit stone is exchanged for a hundred lower-grade spirit stones, but in the black market, two more can be exchanged, and the average minor monk rarely directly takes the medium-grade spirit stone to pay, and it is basically difficult to get, except for the monks of the great families and the big sects.
Shaking his head, he couldn't understand this woman, he took the spirit stone handed over by Meng Li and looked at it, and then with a wave of his hand, there was a small pile of spirit stones on the counter, and Meng Li hurriedly raised his hand to put the herbs and spirit stones on the counter into the storage bag.
Then he nodded to the shopkeeper and walked out of the store.
But Meng Li didn't know that she was being targeted again, this time not for beauty, but for money, who let Meng Li, a person who seemed to think that he was thoughtful, always do some things that were different from the cultivation realm.
And Xiao Yan is basically a rookie to the current cultivation realm, because it is the memory that his mother ~ gave it that I don't know how many thousands of years ago, and it doesn't know a lot of current common sense.
Although the shopkeeper didn't have any bad thoughts about her being able to get a medium-grade spirit stone, it wasn't necessarily the case with other monks.
Meng left the store and didn't go anywhere else, all the way back to the inn in Fang City, and the male monk who followed her all the way frowned at the inn, thought about it and walked in.
Seeing Meng Li go upstairs to the guest room, pondered for a while and opened a room, ready to wait for the opportunity.
After returning to the room, Xiao Yan spoke: "Sister, I think someone is following you." Because there were too many people in Fang City just now, it wasn't sure if the person was staring at his sister or just casually swept over a few times.
But then it swept through and found that the man had not only followed them into the inn, but also glanced up at them, and then opened a room as well, which must have been following his sister.
Meng Li was stunned for a moment, and asked in astonishment: "Are you sure, what do you look like, what kind of cultivation?" ā
"Well, a male cultivator in his thirties should be around the sixth layer of Qi cultivation." Little Cocksle Road.
Meng Li pondered for a while and said, "You keep an eye on him first, and we'll wait and see what he wants to do." ā
After that, Meng Li began to meditate and practice, and two days later, under the dual treatment of her and Xiao Yan, the injuries on her body recovered.
Meng Li called for hot water again this night, mashed Tu Yingcao, and after soaking his body, he found that his complexion had become a lot darker yellow, which was much better than the effect of applying that powder, and it was much more natural, and he was not afraid that his arms and neck would accidentally expose the filling.