As for those rotten street spirit grasses, how could they get into the eyes of Emperor Tingfeng, of course Emperor Tingfeng didn't even have the interest to look at it twice.

After saying that, some stall owners also secretly stuffed some fake spirit grass into the real spirit grass.

Fake spirit grass is some weeds that look the same as spirit grass, with similar attributes and characteristics, but the character is useless.

Before Emperor Tingfeng could leave the stall where he had bought the spirit grass just now, he was intercepted by a group of menacing monks.

"It's the stall owner over there, he sells fake spirit grass, and I bought it from him last time. ”

"That's right, it's this greedy hypocrite who sold me fake spirit grass and harmed the fake pill I refined. ”

"Is that you?" the man who came to the group grabbed the stall owner's collar and shouted, "You dare to sell fake spirit grass to our people." ”

"Don't wronged a good person, this fellow Daoist, when did I sell fake spirit grass. The stall owner argued, but could not pull the clothes out of the man's hand.

The monk's eyes widened, and he snorted, "I don't care when you sell the fake spirit grass, in short, the person who sells it to us is considered unlucky." ”

The stall owner was speechless and continued to argue: "I have never sold fake spirit grass, how can you people buy fake spirit grass from me!"

"You still can't deny it!"

At this time, the monk who was tugging at the stall owner's clothes came out from behind a descendant, who glared at the stall owner with an angry face, and hated to cramp and peel the stall owner.

"If it weren't for the fake spirit grass you sold me, how could I refine an inferior elixir. ”

The stall owner looked confused, you have refined inferior pills, what does it have to do with the spirit grass I sell, eighty percent of alchemy is too bad!

"This fellow Daoist, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. ”

The stall owner looked at the post-rebirth monk with a stupid look on his face, and said: "The conscience of heaven and earth, the spiritual grass sold by my bamboo thorn is not the best in Liruo Mountain, but it is also one of the best true spiritual treasures. ”

"I have been selling spirit grass for decades, and I have never met a buyer who comes back to me and insults me for selling fake spirit grass. ”

"Although I don't know why the elixir you refined is an inferior ingredient, I can guarantee that it will definitely not be my spirit grass's fault. ”

"You're lying. The post-life monk shouted, pointed at the bamboo thorn and scolded: "You unscrupulous black businessman, you specialize in selling fake spirit grass to harm people, today I will definitely do the way for heaven and ruin your business." ”

"You unreasonable. "The bamboo thorn was also provoked by a fire for no reason, everyone has a temper, not to mention being wronged, is it still waiting to be killed by others in resistance.

"I said it all, when did I sell fake spirit grass, don't spray blood here, he also sold more than a dozen kinds of spirit grass just now!"

The stall owner saw that the blue-haired boy was still in the crowd, because the characteristics of the strange appearance were particularly recognizable, and he could find out in the crowd at a glance.

What's more, the appearance of the emperor is not inferior to those female fairies who are as beautiful as flowers, and even that touch of blue is very easy to recognize.

Seeing that the emperor hadn't left yet, the stall owner pointed at him and said, "You see, that boy just now bought all the spirit grass from me." ”

The emperor listened to the wind and was pointed at for a moment, and saw the stall owner waving at him, although he didn't want to care about other people's affairs, when he encountered this situation, since he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't sit idly by.

Emperor Tingfeng walked out of the crowd, approached the stall owner, and asked, "Is there something?"

The stall owner knew early on that Emperor Tingfeng was a little cold, but Emperor Tingfeng was not particularly indifferent, at least he was cold and hot.

If Emperor Tingfeng was really cold, he shouldn't care about the stall owner's, and he would probably have left a long time ago.

"Childe, please help me make a proof. The stall owner smiled at Emperor Chong and said, "This monk wronged me for selling fake spirit grass, did you just buy all the real spirit grass." ”

Emperor Tingfeng nodded and said, "Hmm!" He just mumbled, reluctant to say a word.

"You heard, this boy said, the spirit grass that I bought just now is a real spirit grass, and I don't sell fake spirit grass. ”

The stall owner immediately explained to the junior monk and the monk who had come with him to find trouble.

The post-secondary monk snorted coldly and said, "Maybe you didn't adulterate this time, or maybe this little Taoist friend is too shallow and didn't find out that there was a problem with your adulterated spirit grass at all." ”

The post-born monk was like a mad dog, and when he saw who biting whom, he not only insulted the stall owner for selling fake spirit grass, but also secretly cursed the emperor when he heard the wind.

Emperor Tingfeng glanced at his eyes, and glanced coldly at the junior monk, he actually dared to imply that he was not pretentious enough, should he teach him a lesson.

"Why, you're not convinced by the facts I said!"

When the later monk saw that the emperor dared to look at him with cold eyes, he said: "Acquaintance, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, otherwise you will anger us and the consequences will be very serious." ”

Hearing this, the emperor raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly: "You said that the stall owner sold fake spirit grass to you, what kind of fake spirit grass did you sell?"

"It's been so long, where do I remember so clearly. ”

Hou Sheng's face turned a little red, he only remembered to buy the spirit grass from the bamboo thorn and went back, as for the name of the spirit grass, he didn't know some of the spirit grass at all, where could he tell their names.

The corners of Emperor Tingfeng's mouth tugged at him with disdain, and he directly provoked: "I don't remember clearly, or you don't know those spirit grasses at all." ”

"You...... Why do you say that, of course I know those spirit grasses. Unconvinced, the monk shouted loudly.

"Oh, is it?" the emperor sneered when he heard the wind, took out a small piece of half-withered spirit grass root from the storage bag, and asked, "Then do you know what this is called?"

The posterior monk's eyes widened, just a small half-dead wood root, where could he see what kind of spirit grass it was, did this young man want to insult him?

"Heh!" Emperor Tingfeng sneered again, and said, "You can't recognize this kind of spirit grass that can be seen everywhere, how can you recognize a fake spirit grass from a large number of spirit grass!"

"Hmph!" The post-born monk was despised by Emperor Tingfeng, and shot back coldly: "Just a little bit of broken dead wood roots, who knows what the hell this is." ”

The emperor couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, laughed at the ignorance of the later monks, and said, "If you don't know, it doesn't mean that I don't know!"

"Who else are you trying to fool. ”

The post-born monk looked at Emperor Tingfeng with a sneering face, and said, "In case you say a name casually, we don't know, who knows if it's true or fake." ”