Seeing the little old man's reaction, the middle-aged Confucian hurriedly explained: "Oh, Daoist friends of the world, Daoist friends of the world, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, misunderstanding! Didn't you say that you should not be angry! With a few guts, how dare I do such an unwise stupid thing? It's just that there is a nephew in the next place, who just broke through the realm a few days ago, and it's time to use that thing! Isn't this a discussion with a fellow Daoist? Let's see if we can exchange the moonstone kept by the Daoist, after all, you and I don't need this thing anymore! Oh yes, as long as the friends of the world are not lions with a big mouth, no matter what the price is paid, it is easy to discuss!"

"Hmph, is it only you who have apprentices and nephews, don't you see that Poor Dao has just accepted disciples?" the little old man snorted coldly and said unceremoniously.

"This little friend, don't you think it's too early to prepare the moon stone for the Lingtu now? Besides, judging by the little cultivation of the Lingtu, the Lingtu's qualifications ...... Hey, hey, hey. Although the middle-aged Confucian still had a smile on his face, his voice became a little cold. picked up the tea bowl and glanced at Shen Cheng obliquely, and didn't say any more, but the disdainful expression on Shen Cheng's face was undoubtedly revealed.

The little old man rolled his eyes and retorted, "Early? Isn't there still a poor way if my qualifications are not good? Who dares to guarantee that my disciple will not advance by leaps and bounds every day? The poor road is still worried, where will I go to find the remaining moon stones for him in the future! If the poor road gives you these two moon stones now, you will not be able to make these stones for my disciples in the future? I think this matter should be forgotten! It is better for Taoist friends not to mention it again. ”

After a while, the middle-aged Confucian student, who was still embarrassed, reluctantly spoke again to break the deadlock.

"Okay, well, since the words of the Taoist friends in the world are all here, then there will be no longer reluctance in the next, but if the Taoist friends have never mentioned it in the next, why should the Taoist friends be angry!"

"Poor Dao is not so stingy!" The little old man seemed to remember something and said to the middle-aged Confucian student: "Lin Daoyou, you won't hold a grudge because the old man didn't agree to you about Yueshi, and you missed the previous deal, right?"

"Eh, how can this be! One thing is one thing, how can I do that kind of reversal, if this is spread, how will I, 'Yunzhu Layman', gain a foothold in this immortal cultivation world in the future?" At this time, the middle-aged Confucian had completely recovered the shrewdness and calmness of a profiteer, as if what had just happened had not happened at all.

Shen Cheng couldn't help but admire the thickness of this slippery profiteer's skin! Although he didn't know what the moon stone was, he could also guess that this thing was extraordinary when he saw that both of them were so attentive to this thing. And Master's moonstone seems to be reserved for himself, and it seems that he can use this thing after improving the realm! But they can't ask too much about this matter, seeing that they are so nervous about this thing, most of them are involved in some secret!

"That's good! It's not too early, since I've arrived at your Hundred Saints Pavilion, it's not too late to choose a useful artifact for my disciple. The little old man got up as he spoke.

"Hahaha, this is naturally possible, then please downstairs, right?" said the middle-aged Confucian who put away the brocade box and took the master and apprentice back to the hall on the first floor.

At this time, two or three monks had already come to the hall on the first floor, entering the store to buy the items they needed, and the Confucian shirt boy named Yun Feng was busy explaining and demonstrating to a few people.

The little old man first asked Shen Cheng to see if he had any favorite utensils, and then sat down with the middle-aged Confucian scholar at the Eight Immortals table and chatted.

Shen Cheng looked left and right, and felt that everything was very fresh. He knew that his master's net worth was not rich, so he naturally didn't dare to pick those items that seemed to be very valuable.

"Let's take a closer look. Shen Cheng made up his mind in his heart, and walked to a row of bookshelves, he liked to read since he was down, but then his father was seriously ill, so there were few books to read!

The shelves were filled with all kinds of classics and jade slips, but one of the floors was empty, except for one book that was left alone on one side of this floor. Shen Cheng felt curious, so he reached out and took it, and the cover of the book was printed with the words "豢灵decide".

"This book and the "Control Mind Decision" that I practiced have the word 'decision', is it also a book of exercises?" Shen Cheng thought about opening it casually, but he didn't expect that this was actually a book that introduced rare birds and exotic beasts and spirit insects, which also recorded some ancient true spirit beasts that had become extinct in the human world, and each species was painted with pictures, and in just a few sentences, he briefly described the characteristics of the species and the methods of breeding and breeding.

Shen Cheng thought to himself: "Could it be that this Yunzhu Academy is a sect that raises animals and insects?Otherwise, how could it sell this kind of classics?" In fact, how did he know that the cultivation techniques recorded in this book were too far away and too superficial compared to the classics kept by the sects that really relied on cultivating spirit pets and based on the immortal cultivation world, and it could only be regarded as an introduction to the primary introduction to cultivating spirit pets!

Finding it quite interesting, he looked at it, and read the whole book in less than half a meal, and memorized in his head what he had read, and recalled that some picture annotations were compared with the original book, and he had hardly forgotten anything.

Shen Cheng was a little surprised, how could his memory be so good now! Nearly a thousand pictures and annotations were almost written down in his mind word for word.

When he used to study in a private school in Qinghe Town, he didn't have such a good memory!

At that time, I was often punished by my husband for not being able to recite the poetry scriptures, but now my reading speed and super good memory ability are related to the exercises I practice?

Shen Cheng thought in his heart, so he put the book back on the bookshelf, walked to the shelf where the magic weapons were placed, and carefully selected it. But after looking around, I feel that the things on this shelf are good, and it is really difficult to choose. In fact, Shen Cheng didn't know what type of magic weapon was suitable for him to use by himself! After pondering for a long time, he still turned back to the little old man and said, "The disciple is dull, so let's bother the master to choose for the disciple!"

"Hmm" The little old man stood up, looked around at the things on the shelves around him, walked straight to one place, pointed to a short sword and said to the middle-aged Confucian Sheng: "That's it!"

The middle-aged Confucian hurriedly came over and echoed casually: "This is good, this 'Golden Snake' short sword is just right for the disciples to make a self-defense thing, oh but Taoist friends can also see it, this short sword belongs to the low-level high-grade magic weapon, it was cast by a master of training weapons before he became famous in ancient times, and the whole body of the sword is made of good 'Xuanjin Iron', and the scabbard is ......."

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, just say as many spirit stones as you want!" the little old man interrupted the middle-aged Confucian with a little impatience.

"Oh, this magic weapon has cost a hundred low-level spirit stones, and it was not easy to collect it! Since Daoyou has taken a fancy to it, well, in this way, I won't earn Daoyou's, so I will pay back a hundred spirit stones at a cost price!" The middle-aged Confucian was not annoyed, as if he had suffered a big loss, he replied.

"A hundred spirit stones, why don't you grab them, you don't like to do business with you poor and sour talents, your belly is black! Poor Dao only has sixty spirit stones on his body today, do you like it?" As he spoke, he slapped the storage bag, and a cloth bag embroidered with the word "Tong" arrived in his hand and threw it at the middle-aged Confucian student.

The middle-aged Confucian took the cloth bag and pretended to be innocent and said: "Fellow Daoist of the world, look at this ......"

The little old man turned around and made a move with one hand, and he had already taken the short sword in his hand, looked at it over and over again, and said unrelentingly: "Look at this little broken sword, it is worth fifty spirit stones at most." Disciple, put it away!" and threw it to Shen Cheng.

Shen Cheng said respectfully: "Thank Master for the treasure!"

The middle-aged Confucian looked helpless. In fact, even if the little old man didn't exchange the spirit grass with him for that formation, in order to seal "that thing", he would eventually hand over the drawings of the formation to the other party, but it was just like stripping off a piece of meat in his heart!

Everyone knew what was going on, so the little old man would exchange the spirit grass he had coveted for a long time with him, lest he feel that he had suffered a big loss and was too reluctant. Since this is the case, not to mention this low-level high-grade magic weapon, it is ten and a hundred pieces, and compared to that spirit grass, what is it! The middle-aged Confucian thought of this, and he pinched his nose and stopped worrying about the little old man.

After a cup of tea, watching the little old man and his apprentice slowly walk out of the Fang Market of the Sage City, the middle-aged Confucian returned to the hall of the Hundred Sages Pavilion.

At this time, there was no one else in the hall, and the Confucian shirt boy called Yunfeng came over and bowed respectfully, and as soon as he said the word "teacher" in his mouth, he was interrupted by a middle-aged Confucian student waving his hand!

The next moment, a transparent light mask appeared out of thin air, enveloping the two of them, and it seemed that no sound came out of the light mask, it was actually a transparent sound shield.

The middle-aged Confucian student in the mask muttered quietly while thinking for a while: "What kind of trick is this bull-nosed old man playing? At such a young age, no further hope is almost broken, but at this time, he still accepts a little doll as an apprentice." Could it be that he was really unwilling to do that thing, and he found a way to not succeed? That thing, that thing! Hmph, there are really a lot of things involved in this bull's nose!"

Yun Feng, the little boy in the Confucian shirt, stood with his head bowed respectfully and listened quietly, and he didn't dare to say another superfluous word!