"Ye Fu, how much is the market price of this little Wuji Qin now?" Lin Xiao lives in the Yunan Sect all the year round, and he doesn't know much about the price of these blade tools used for cultivation, and the only thing that is clear is the word "Xiao Wuji", which represents the "Wuji magic weapon".

In the case of this Xiao Wuji Yi Mei Qin, in the first section of Xiao Wuji, there are three small ranks: Spirit Scholar, Spirit Teacher, and Spirit School, for ordinary Spirit Rank cultivators, with it, they can wrestle their wrists with Spirit School Stage cultivators, if it is just an ordinary Spirit Stage Introductory Piano, then let alone Spirit School Stage masters, even Spirit Stage cultivators can't win.

It is precisely because the Wuji magic weapon can provide low-level cultivators with explosive combat power, so this kind of magic weapon has always been hot and expensive, and the basic raw material for its forging, Wuji jade, is also very valuable.

After listening to Lin Xiao's question, Ye Fu actually didn't know very well, but based on his impressions in recent years, he roughly estimated:

"Ten Wuji Jade refining a small Wuji Jade, even if the refiner has good skills, it is only one out of ten hands, at the current price of about ten taels of Wuji Jade, just this cost, it will cost one thousand taels.

In addition, this Yimei Qin is also a magic instrument of the spiritual school section, and it is 500 taels, counting the craftsmanship of the qinist for the piano to open holes, inlays, and refinements, the total price of this piano is at least 1,800 taels.

Moreover, it is a treasure piano that Li Xian has treasured for many years, and the quality and craftsmanship are only high, not low, if you really want to get it to the market auction, you will meet a rich prince and prince, and it should not be a problem to sell it for three thousand taels. ”

As soon as she heard this price, the little junior sister was shocked: "Can a small Wuji piano be sold for more than 3,000 taels?

As soon as the little junior sister finished saying this, everyone around laughed.

Lin Xiao teased: "Senior sister, there has never been a great infinite magic weapon in the world, and the immortals don't have that skill. ”

That's not entirely true. Ye Fu pondered, "Legend has it that the magic weapon of the Divine Son Heavenly Emperor is made of the fusion of the twelve divine weapons in the world, which is the source of all laws, the supreme supreme, this should be regarded as a great infinity." ”

"Oh, Ye Fu, don't take out those ancient myths and talk nonsense. Lin Xiao teased, "Folklore also says that our cultivators can soar to the Spirit Emperor, but it has been thousands of years, who has done it? For so long, there is only one person whose strength has reached the Spirit Saint." ”

"Great Yuan Bow Saint, Feng Strike Force is broken!" "Little Junior Sister Jade Butterfly hurriedly replied, this question can be tested in the exam questions of the Imperial Southern Sect.

"It's a pity. Ye Fu shook his head, "The book says that on the second day after the Bow Saint ascended to the Spirit Saint stage, the Divine Flying Yuan was destroyed, and even the Divine Beast Eagle Emperor was martyred, which is really weird, it's a pity." ”

Everyone was quite sorry, and the poetry platform gradually quieted down, Li Guinian continued to introduce: "This second prize is the sect post of the Yunan Sect, and the winner of the poetry club can enter the Qin Sect to study, and I will personally teach the martial arts method." ”

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Everyone was thrilled to hear a subtle punchline.

The sect post of the Imperial Southern Sect is issued by the Imperial Southern Sect at the annual Lichun Wufu and awarded to the top 32 in the Chunqiu Martial Arts Competition, which is comparable to the admission notice of Tsinghua University and Peking University in the southern cultivation world, and the admission will undergo strict background checks to prevent the infiltration of other countries into the southern country, of which the first is this Dongyin.

More importantly, the position of the suzerain of the Yunan Sect is held every four years, and each suzerain is elected, and the patriarchs of the sect composed of the previous living suzerains are voted out, and it is rumored that Li Guinian will be a favorable candidate for the next suzerain, in other words, this is not only an ordinary sect post, but also an excellent through train for the suzerain's own disciples.

This prize may not mean much to a Chinese official like Ye Fu, because one of the eight purposes of the Imperial Southern Sect: unless the emperor approves it, it is strictly forbidden for all civil officials and military generals to enter the Imperial Southern Sect, so as not to be strong and weak, and the imperial dynasties of the past have taboo the connection between the courtiers and the Imperial Southern Sect, naturally they will not agree, so the Southern Kingdom also has this unspoken rule that is not on the surface: once the official and the martial arts are worshipped, it is impossible to enter the Imperial Southern Sect in this life, and for hundreds of years, without exception.

And for those ordinary people who have no fame and are poor in cultivation, getting this sect post is like an intern being instantly promoted and raised, becoming a general manager, becoming a CEO, marrying Bai Fumei, and reaching the pinnacle of life! Just thinking about it is not a small excitement.

Seeing that everyone on the poetry platform was jubilant, the corners of Li Guinian's mouth also showed a rare smile, but in an instant, the corners of his mouth were suppressed, and when he recalled it, he thought about it again, and the action he was about to put into it, and he thought about it again, closed his eyes, and still thought about it.

This move, go, or not.

Everyone saw that Li Xian closed his eyes and was silent, still sitting like a quiet bell, not moving at all, and it was quiet at the moment, frightened Qin Xian.

After half a ring, Zhong Lixiong finally couldn't sit still, and muttered softly to Zhong Xuan, who was on the same side:

"What kind of medicine is sold in this old thing's gourd, you won't fall asleep, right?"

When the surrounding southern literati heard this, they looked at each other angrily, but they glanced at the cherry blossoms on the robe, and hurriedly took their eyes back, just holding their heads behind their backs, gritting their teeth, and the hands that rarely worked on weekdays could only bulge into thin fists, exerting strength, but helpless.

Zhong Xuan didn't know why, just shook his head, and looked at it from a distance like everyone else on the poetry platform.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Zhong Lixiong deliberately coughed lightly.

Not to mention these few light coughs, even the words in front of Zhong Lixiong, Li Guinian heard the same thing, but compared with what he was going to say next, one is the buzzing of flies, the other is the ancient bell that rings in the night, one is transmitted to the poetry platform, and the other may wake up the 80 million Li people in the south.

Li Gui breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed in his throat, thought hard for a long time, and after careful consideration, he finally opened his eyes, smiled unnaturally at the corner of his mouth, stood up from the wooden chair, and walked to the center of the poetry platform, like an old pine.

The heavy snow in the south is still falling today, and the younger generations may not remember, or even know when the last time it snowed, but Li Guinian still remembers that today's heavy snow fell on Li Guinian's rough clothes, a thick layer, and looked at the poetry platform from afar, this Li Guinian is already a cedar on the cliff.

Li Guinian looked around, and what he saw were all kinds of coats and robes, hundreds of literati with snow falling all over their heads, still sitting in danger and gathering their eyes on themselves; what he could not see but could see was the snow and fire of that night, the hope of the southern country, and the future of 80 million.