The saliva was exhausted, and only three people were willing to buy it, and they also cut the price of one spirit crystal, and only two spirit crystals were willing to be sold alive or dead.

Zhong Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead, these people are too difficult, they can obviously help them cultivate, but no one knows the goods.

Jingle a few spirit crystals, all in a bag made of snakeskin.

No one in the market dared to rob, but she didn't dare to blatantly put it in a conspicuous place, Zhong Zhen quickly moved the bag to the inside of the skirt and carefully tied it to her legs with a rope.

More or less these people who came and went had already patronized her stall, and even if they didn't buy anything, they watched the excitement. It will have to wait for the next group of people to sell again, and Zhong Zhen, like other stall owners, sits cross-legged on the ground and meditates with her eyes closed.

The clay sculpture that was sold just now was not all about her blowing conch.

The carving must be good, and she is absolutely confident in this. They were all carefully made by touching the newly collected human bones and corpses of the sect, with realistic faces, and the two arms must be exactly the same length. At the same time, the carving is indeed infused with her perception, and a lot of her own spiritual power is infused.

The statue that is half a foot tall is very laborious, and it is also baked smooth and translucent in the ground furnace, and it is definitely not expensive to sell three spirit crystals.

Senior Sister Lin has tried these clay sculptures, and she can indeed feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, as for whether it can make people feel it, it is none of her Zhong Zhen's business.

She didn't dare to pack a ticket, it really made people cultivate by leaps and bounds, and this thing was not a Courageous Pill. The three spirit crystals are much cheaper than the Spirited Pill, anyway, even if you buy it and suffer a loss, you can still look at the statue, and watch it all, maybe one day you will suddenly be able to understand something.

It's a pity that there are not many people who appreciate it, I heard that geniuses are really buried and not understood, and sure enough, Zhong Zhen is quite sad.

Selling once in a while, attracting many new customers, even the stall next to it was stained. It's a pity that Zhong Zhen's business is not very good, and only four were sold in three hours. She is not discouraged, she has been here twice, and she knows that business is not easy to do, and it is already a blessing of God to earn a little spirit crystal.

When I closed my eyes and meditated, I felt that someone was sitting next to me, and when I smelled the breath, I knew that Qiu Bali had returned.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to smile sweetly at him, "Senior Brother Qiu always comes back so quickly, and the greens and fruits are selling well?" ”

"It's not bad, I left a fruit for you, do you want to eat it?"

Zhong Zhen hurriedly waved her hand, "No, no, no, where do I dare to eat such a precious fruit." ”

The fruit was grown from carrion from corpses, and she preferred to eat white polyps, at least those insects grew up eating grass and mushrooms from the ground, and there was nothing strange about making people's scalps tingle.

Qiu Bali knew why she didn't want this fruit, Senior Sister Zhong was really pure and cute, although his fruit was made of carrion as fertilizer, but his spiritual power was good, and others couldn't ask for it, so Senior Sister didn't dare to eat it.

He looked at the clay sculptures on the blanket, and found that there were quite a few of them, so he picked up an old man wearing a hat and savored it. Grandpa likes the sun is too fierce, maybe he is too old to work in the fields, in the evening when the sun sets, when the sky is full of colors, he carries a hoe, while walking, while beating the old waist with his hand, talking about the harvest of the next year.

Qiu Bali was a peasant boy, or he used to be a peasant boy, and now he kills more people than he grows. The grandfather in his memory has gradually gone away, but in this ordinary-looking statue, he seems to see his grandfather's bent waist again, and his fingers are full of calluses.

Seeing that he seemed to feel something, Zhong Zhen said happily: "Senior Brother Qiu, if you like it, I will give it to you." This statue was finally found from the fresh bones a few days ago, and the senior brothers generally don't accept the bones of the elderly, but the older the statue, the more things can make people feel. Really, not kidding you. ”

Anyway, it can't be sold, and it takes a personal favor to give it away.

Touching his head, Qiu Bali smiled honestly, "I'm tired of my junior sister, next time you come to Fang City, remember to call me, and I will help you carry things." ”

Just waiting for you to say that! Zhong Zhen smiled, her face was slightly red, "I'm still a child, and my strength is small, so when I have enough spirit crystals to buy a second-hand treasure bag, I don't have to be so troublesome." ”

The treasure bag is only the size of a palm, but the capacity is very large, not to mention the clay carving, the two-zhang high apricot blossom ancestor statue at the entrance of the village is put into it.

This thing is not cheap, even the kind of old ones that need to be patched, and they also cost at least three hundred spirit crystals. Zhong Zhen had a pitiful amount of spirit crystals to buy the Spirits Pill too late, how could he spend that money stupidly.

Even if it was Qiu Bali, his cultivation was already at the seventh level of refining, and Zhong Zhen saw that he was also picking vegetables with a flat pole and a basket.

In addition, those who own treasure bags, everyone thinks that they must be rich, and they are generally very eye-catching, and many disciples can afford to sell them, but they still carry burdens or carry baskets to pretend to be poor. There are only disciples who have been walking outside for many years, and it is inconvenient to collect fresh corpses without treasure bags, and the sect will rent one for them to use temporarily.

Qiu Bali looked at the statue of the old man again, and wanted to wrap it up and put it in the basket, but hesitated for a while, and finally put it back on the blanket on the ground with reluctance.

He didn't dare to ask for it, for fear that he would miss his grandfather too much, and he was afraid that his grandfather would blame him underground. "You better keep it and sell it, it's not easy to make these statues."

I like it very much, why not? Zhong Zhen looked at Qiu Bali in puzzlement, and his eyes were a little wet. This is someone who reminds me, I'm afraid it's a loved one. Although she buys memories with signs, she really looks at the statue with nostalgia, but she finds it funny and does not feel empathy.

The statue is dead, but the man is alive. If you are really so reluctant to be with your relatives, why did you give up being with your relatives in the first place for the sake of cultivation? Unreasonable cultivators, God knows why everyone is so flocking to it.

But maybe Senior Brother Qiu is like her, maybe the person who is close to her is no longer alive.

There was indescribable sadness in her heart, she patted Qiu Bali on the shoulder very old-fashioned and said: "Actually, I miss my old grandmother very much, but people can't be resurrected after death, you can hold this statue and make a thought." It doesn't matter what kind of spirit you cultivate now, anyway, if you have one more love spirit, you will definitely be happier in normal times. ”

Seeing that she was old-fashioned, looking like a child pretending to be an adult, Qiu Bali couldn't help laughing, where does this little girl know what to practice. If he cultivates the spirit of love, the spirit that is convenient for him to cultivate now will definitely have a conflict, and it will affect his cultivation at that time. Of course, he knew that Zhong Zhen cultivated Ailuo, which was rare, at least he had never heard of it in the Dark Tomb Gate.

Maybe only such a sweet little girl can cultivate such a pure and kind spirit.

At most, wrap it up and put it away, don't take it out to see, thinking of this, Qiu Bali no longer shirked, carefully packed the statue in a small bag, and put it in the basket.

"Ouch, why are we here, it's dirty everywhere, what kind of messy people, let's go to the boutique pavilion! There are so many pieces of clothes that people wear and wear, Brother Deng, when will you take others to buy a few more? ”

The woman's voice was delicate and sweet, like a sweet glutinous rice cake, just pinching her throat to speak, Zhong Zhen was given goosebumps by her, looked up, and saw a man and a woman coming with arms.