What attracted Lingjun's attention was not any artifact fragments or treasure remnants, but just a piece of ink.

The ink used by monks is naturally different from that of mortals, and the methods, materials, and processes of making ink are not only those commonly used by mortals, which is a relatively rare technology, and mastering a few secret recipes for making ink is enough to feed a small family.

And the piece of ink in front of him, when he saw it for the first time, Lingjun faintly felt that it was extraordinary - this is not the ink that is common on the market today, but the ink with special attributes!

She glanced at the smiling stall owner, "This piece of ink is a bit extraordinary. ”

The stall owner smiled: "You are really discerning, this piece of ink is not those ordinary ink, but the famous Yanling ink!"

Yanling ink can be said to be known to everyone in the East China Sea, and everyone knows it, even Li Pu and Dayu, who basically can't use ink, have heard of it.

Yanling ink comes from the Yanling Spiritual Realm, the ruler of this spiritual realm, the Mu clan is a well-known ink-making family in the East China Sea, and the ink they refine has at least one or two special attributes, which is of great use for drawing formations, talismans and even refining tools.

If this piece of ink comes from the Yanling Spirit Realm, then it is not surprising that it has special attributes.

After obtaining the stall owner's consent, Lingjun put on the gloves for identification and picked up the piece of ink to examine it carefully.

The stall owner seemed to have a lot of confidence in the ink, and didn't bother to make up the origin of it when she was appraising—or maybe she didn't think Lingjun could find out about it.

But he didn't know that Lingjun was not a human race, but a spirit clan that almost monopolized the high-level appraisal business in the mountain and sea realm, as long as she sensed the secret technique of the spirit, she could roughly know the mystery of this piece of ink.

After a few moments, she put down her ink and took off her gloves.

The stall owner said: "Your Excellency has seen it, this is Yanling ink is not fake, right? Now on the market, a piece of Yanling ink is hard to find, my piece of ink has never been used, the special attributes are sealed very well, there is no leakage, it can be said that there is no difference with the ink just made by Yanling Spirit Realm, selling a hundred medium-grade spirit stones, it is not a sky-high asking price, right?"

Li Pu and Da Yu were secretly speechless, a hundred medium-grade spirit stones! They had to work hard for a long time to earn it......

One hundred medium-grade spirit stones, this price is actually a bit expensive to buy an ordinary piece of Yanling ink, but considering the supply and demand relationship, it is quite reasonable - provided that this piece of Yanling ink is genuine.

It's a pity that as soon as I started Lingjun, I found out that this piece of Yanling ink was not genuine, but just a fake that had been carefully forged by some means.

It was supposed to be a piece of genuine Yanling ink, but now there was only one shell left, and a large piece was hollowed out in the middle, replaced with other low-quality ink filling, and the traces of counterfeiting were almost none, if it weren't for the shadow of the spirit, she might not be able to see it with her eyesight alone.

Ling Jun asked, "I don't know where you got this ink, stall owner?"

The stall owner glanced at her vigilantly, and quickly looked away, his expression did not change much, "...... This is what I got from a demonic monk when I killed him. ”

It's the same as if you didn't say it.

Lingjun knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he didn't say anything anymore, and turned around to leave.

She first stared at this piece of ink because she remembered one thing - the Xuanjing Book in her hand needed the cinnabar with the special attributes of the high-level spirit pen to be able to use it normally.

The high-level spirit pen can still be obtained by taking Ye Dumei's path, but the cinnabar with special attributes has no way - at least there is no way in the Yuntong Spirit territory.

This piece of ink has a trace of special properties, so she thought that maybe the ink-maker could also make the cinnabar ink she needed, so she would talk nonsense with the stall owner and inquire about the origin of the ink when she knew that there was a problem with this ink.

It's a pity that the stall owner is so annoying, and she plans to achieve her goal in another way.

The stall owner didn't expect her to turn around and leave, she was stunned, and immediately reacted and shouted: "Eh, don't be so anxious, the price is negotiable!"

"What are you discussing?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted the stall owner's words, and then picked up the piece of ink with one hand, "Yanling ink? ”

Another wrongdoer came, and the stall owner immediately diverted his attention, and he didn't keep Lingjun anymore, so he was busy bragging with the noble son in front of him, and successfully sold the fake Yanling ink with ninety medium-grade spirit stones.

Gui Gongzi stuffed the piece of ink into the Ruyi Qiankun bag, glanced at the direction Ling Jun left, and soon left.

The stall owner had done a big business and was in a good mood, but he didn't notice that the noble man had given the attendant behind him a look when he left, and then there were a few fewer people in the vast crowd he had brought with him.

The three of them didn't go far, and they all heard it when the noble prince made a deal with the stall owner.

Li Pu and Da Yu were very curious about the question of the ink, and they wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask it—they were worried that the adult was shy, and they were worried that the adult had seen something wrong and that it was not good to say it now.

The rules of the free bazaar are to distinguish between the true and the fake, buy fake goods is bad eyesight, buy stolen goods is considered unlucky, silver goods, no refund, let alone when others are trading indiscriminately open their mouths, otherwise it is easy to get into trouble.

When he walked to another street, Ling Jun said, "You want to ask if that piece of ink is real or fake?"

Li Pu and Da Yu nodded hurriedly.

"Fake. ”

Ling Jun's tone was very firm, explaining the method of counterfeiting the ink, and sighed: "The counterfeiter is very good, not only can there be no traces on the surface, but even the special attributes in the ink look no problem when they are not really used...... It should have been refined. ”

- And the method used to refine it should be very similar to the method used by Mu Shi when he first refined this piece of ink, otherwise it would not be so harmonious.

"Tsk...... With this craft, what else is there to fake, what can you do seriously and not earn spirit stones?"

Li Pu and Da Yu nodded with affection, if they had this skill, they wouldn't have gotten to this point - that fake person really doesn't know how to cherish it!

Da Yu said innocently: "Then isn't the adult who bought the ink just now going to lose a lot?"

Ling Jun glanced at the two of them meaningfully, "That's not necessarily. ”

If she was not mistaken, the noble son's Ruyi Qiankun bag was embroidered with a very inconspicuous emblem with dark patterns - it was the family emblem of the Yanlingmu clan.

He should be the envoy sent by the Yanling Spirit Realm to participate in the ceremony this time, but when he went shopping, he encountered someone selling his fakes, and the level of counterfeiting of the fakes was very good, and he might even use some of the methods of Mu's ink-making......

If he doesn't find out the counterfeiter behind the stall owner, he will never give up.

It's a pity that she can't sell this matter to the Yanling Mu clan.

Li Pu and Da Yu were still at a loss, but Ling Jun didn't mean to explain to them anymore and continued to walk around the market.