"It does have a bit of strength, and the main thing in a shop is to build a foundation and repair it in the later stage......"

When Bai Zichen stepped into Guanghui Commercial Bank, a silver light scanned him from top to bottom.

This little bit of spiritual measurement means, of course, it is impossible to get a glimpse of his true cultivation.

His breathing spell is not exquisite, mainly because his control over his body is too strong, and the cultivation he reveals will not have a trace of ups and downs.

Bai Zichen, who was regarded as a monk in the early stage of foundation building, was led to the third floor by the intellectuals of Guanghui Commercial Bank, where dozens of spiritual weapons and various spiritual elixirs were displayed.

In terms of product variety, it is much stronger than the Wanbao Pavilion of the year.

Of course, this does not directly indicate that the strength of Guanghui Commercial Bank is better than that of Wanbaoge.

Today's Qingfeng Sect and the Qingfeng Sect back then are not the same concept, and the importance of these firms is different.

Bai Zichen casually picked two spiritual weapons and asked for the price, and then compared them with the exchange price of the refining weapon hall in the sect, so that he knew it in his heart.

'The exchange price of the spiritual weapons in the refining hall is not cheaper than that in the Guanghui Trading House, no wonder there are disciples who come here to buy spiritual weapons......

At this time, on the third floor of Guanghui Commercial Bank, there were several disciples of the Qingfeng Sect who were selecting spiritual weapons, and the new magic robe was still on their bodies.

"Let's take a look at another shop."

Bai Zichen visited Qingfeng Sect's own shops, Danxia Gate, and Wuxingmen, and also saw the shops belonging to the Bai family.

Because of the current status of the Qingfeng Sect, it has attracted a large number of sects, commercial houses, and immortal cultivators to compete for the shops in the market and open shops.

And these unique shops attracted more monks.

Qingfeng Sect has not had a fist product so far, and it can achieve a faulty lead in the market.

In terms of the market, it has developed rapidly through another way.

A large number of monks from outside Montenegro flocked to the place, which can be seen from the birthplace of the monks who came to sign up when the mountain gate was wide open.

Among the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect today, in addition to the disciples from the two counties of Black Mountain and Hejian, there are not a few disciples from other counties in other states.

As a Yuanying sect, its influence has radiated throughout the Liang Kingdom, and even beyond.

The main thing is that there are two very legendary ancestors, who are more likely to attract the attention of monks.

In the market, the original stalls are scattered, replaced by carts, and all kinds of sundries are piled up on them.

Some are penniless, and some are hundreds of spirit stones that will be shouted out.

It is often rumored that a certain monk picked a treasure with a pearl on a cart with his vision, and he made hundreds of times more money when he changed hands.

Ninety percent of the carts are sundries and incomplete items worth only a few spirit stones, and there are still a large number of monks who have the dream of making a fortune, believing that they have outstanding eyesight and will be able to pick out dusty treasures, and they are surrounded by people all day long.

Bai Zichen watched with interest as several monks spent hundreds of spirit stones to buy a bunch of broken wastes, not to mention that they couldn't find a way to recycle them at all.

Even if someone buys it, it will only be twenty spirit stones at most.

What alchemy failed, erysipelas exceeded the standard, like a piece of charcoal barrier-breaking pill.

There is only one fragment, and the injection of mana can only make a slight light and abnormal sound, and there is no other use for other spiritual fragments.

A thin yellowed booklet, mysteriously telling you that it was brought out of the ancient secret realm, that is, no one has ever been able to understand the above content.

With his divine sense, how the secret actions of these cart merchants can be concealed in the past, are meticulously revealed.

Every once in a while, these people would stealthily stuff an item worth dozens of spirit stones into the clutter pile, so that the monks who came to shop would find it.

Buyers also think that they have a unique vision, and found good things in a pile of clutter on the hill, and they will brag about their Taobao experience to relatives and friends.

This will attract their relatives to come over and spend dozens of spirit stones to buy a bunch of useless and incomplete products.

"What's the price of this bone?"

Bai Zichen was about to pull his leg away, when he found that a black-skinned young man had stuffed a flat bone into the position in front of him, and shook the cart twice, revealing a corner of it.

With a shake of the figure, this bone had fallen into his hand, and it was very heavy to lift.

"If the seniors fancy it, it's good to take fifty spirit stones."

The black-skinned young man's face turned bitter, and he could tell that the person was a foundation monk, and said dryly.

What they most hope is to put it in and pick up the missing things, and be bought by ordinary qi refining cultivators, preferably disciples of the Qingfeng Sect or clansmen of the Immortal Cultivation Family.

This kind of person has a wide range of friends, has relatives around him, and can only bring follow-up business after going back to show off.

Being bought by a foundation monk is unlikely to bring any return business.

"Where did you find this bone?"

Bai Zichen directly threw a medium-grade spirit stone over, and the bones were still flipping in his hands, which seemed to be the position of the shoulder bone, and the shape looked like it came from some kind of human-like monster beast.

"It was handed down by my ancestors, and it has been left over there, and this time I emptied my house in order to gather spirit stones to buy spiritual objects for building the foundation."

The black-skinned young man excitedly held this medium-grade spirit stone, knowing that he had met a senior monk who had a generous hand, and said truthfully.

"I still have a few good things here, why don't you take a look at them seniorly, are there any that have not entered your eyes?"

"No need."

Bai Zichen glanced at it, the value of the scattered things poured out of the man's storage bag was floating among forty or fifty spirit stones, and a palm-sized piece of copper seemed to be not a remnant of a spiritual weapon, but a part of a magic weapon.

Even if it is used for rerefining and recovering spiritual materials, it is at least worth three or four hundred spirit stones, and even the black-skinned young man himself may not see the mystery.

But nothing could give him the special feeling brought by this bone, and this leakage of hundreds of spirit stones was not worth it for a white person.

This person said that the bones were from the ancestral heirloom and were basically credible, and that there was no earthy smell that had just been dug out of the ground, and that they had obviously been placed in a normal environment for hundreds of years.

"Your ancestors have always been Black Mountain monks?"

"No, my grandfather only moved from Yongzhou, and a lot of things were lost on the way......"

The black-skinned youth is a representative of the new Montenegrin monks, born in Montenegro, and when he was young, his family was taken care of by the elders of the foundation, and he did not worship the Qingfeng Sect.

Later, the elders of Zhuji sat down, and the family fell into the middle of the road, and several uncles in the clan hit Zhuji and used up their family wealth.

He is too old, and he doesn't want to enter the Qingfeng Sect to start as a low-level fire worker, what he wants is to fight to build a foundation.

At that time, whether it is to join the Qingfeng Sect or rebuild the family, there will be a choice.

"Gan Congju, why are you still in the market, didn't hear my warning last time that you should leave as soon as possible, don't lose the face of the Gan family here!"

A young man of about the same age came out of a shop, saw Gan Congju standing in front of the cart, rushed over and pointed at his nose and scolded.

Gan Congju was pointed at and scolded, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't say a word.

"Little Ganzi is my hired guide, don't disturb my trip."

Bai Zichen put away his shoulder bones, and he could see that his face was somewhat similar to Gan Congju, and he knew that Bacheng was the old story of the family infighting, and he didn't want to continue listening to it.

"I'm sorry to offend my seniors, kid Jiufu Gan Rixin...... This son's family style is unbearable, you should be vigilant when shopping in the market, don't be deceived by others and spend more unjust spirit stones. ”

The young man surnamed Gan performed an ancient ritual to see his predecessors in a proper manner, and then led the two followers away.

"You're from the same clan?"

I have visited several large shops in the market, and I also got a bone that makes me feel inexplicable, so Bai Zichen has no motivation to continue to wander.

In an ordinary square market, being able to meet a strange thing that attracts the real person of Jiedan is already considered a deep blessing for him.

"Counting it up, Gan Rixin is my cousin of the same generation......"

Gan Congju, who had been silent, raised his head and pursed his lips and said.

"The seniors don't have to feel that the Gan family is unkind and doesn't give me a way to live, it's my family's vein that has tarnished the reputation of the Jiufu Gan family, and the suffering I created."

When the Qingfeng Sect recruited monks and formed a large army to crusade against the Ghost Spirit Sect, the Jiufu Gan Clan, as a family of Black Mountain cultivators, was of course among them.

An elder of the Zhuji clan and twenty Qi refining clansmen set foot in Hejian County with the large army.

Gan Congju's father was a late-stage Qi refining cultivator, and when he arrived on the battlefield, he became a squad leader, leading a dozen or so loose cultivators to inspect a mineral vein that had been captured.

I never thought that under that vein, there were still two Qi Refining Great Perfection Ghost Spirit Sect monks who had not withdrawn.

One day suddenly came out, Sanxiu was caught off guard, and the formation of the killed was in chaos.

Gan Congju's father not only did not organize a team of casual cultivators, but was afraid and fled directly from the battlefield.

As a result, only three of the twelve scattered cultivators survived, and the rest were all killed by two Ghost Spirit Sect monks, and then fled.

This incident caused Shangzong to be angry, and all the exploits of the Jiufu Gan clan in conquering the river were cleared, and the world despised the Gan clan...... In order to wash away the shame, the leader of the clan clan spared his life, and took on several extremely dangerous Shangzong missions in succession, and finally died in harmony with the enemy on the way to hunt down a fleeing Ghost Spirit Sect foundation building monk, and his head was in a different place. ”

Gan Congju's voice was calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

"My father fled back to Montenegro because Gan had borne most of the punishment for him, and he survived after being sentenced to thirty years of hard labor...... The clan elder who died in the battle was Gan Rixin's grandfather, and it was normal for him to have a grudge against me. ”

"I was removed from the Gan clan in this lineage, and I am not qualified to become a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, but I don't accept my fate...... I'm not like him, and I'm going to regain the glory that I lost. ”

Bai Zichen sighed lightly, he didn't expect that this young man who was full of vitality and regarded himself as an idol in life would have such a complicated life experience.

"If you don't accept this mountain, go to the river, there are some places over there that don't look at your background, but you have to fight with your life, and there are many monks who die every year."

Bai Zichen threw away a medium-grade spirit stone, and the sword left, not looking at Gan Congju, who knelt behind him and kowtowed repeatedly.

Whether this young man took the spirit stone and stayed in Montenegro, or followed his advice and rushed to the river to find a chance to change his life, it was up to him to choose.

The gift of spirit stones is not because the boy regards himself as an idol, but because he is rewarded for being born in such a family and maintaining a sunny attitude and high morale.

(End of chapter)