Leaving the town, Fang Yan rode the green crane all the way to the northwest, passing a large city on the way, Fang Yan went in to buy a map, bought a good horse, rested for the night and set off. It's not that the dialect likes to ride horses, but the people here are not familiar with the place, and riding a green crane is afraid that it will be considered a swagger through the market, and it will be too unjust to be beaten by some bad people.

Take the map dialect carefully Fortunately, this is still the boundary of Nanyue, and it did not run too far, but this is a map used by mortals, and the range drawn is still very limited, only this range of thousands of miles, it is estimated that it should be very far away from the fire gate, and even thousands of miles away, only in Xianfang can you buy a usable map.

Two days later, Fang Yan came to a fang market, which was the Yuan Soul Ghost Fang that the shopkeeper said. When I entered the Fang Market, I found out that this was the Fang Market established by the Yuan Soul Dao Sect, a small sect nearby. This area may be sparsely populated, the cultivation level of the monks is very low, and there is no big power, only this Yuan Soul Dao Sect is the only one, and it has established this Fang City alone, and it is also the only immortal Fang within a thousand miles.

Speaking of which, this Yuan Soul Dao Sect is also a sect with a long heritage, it is said that it was moved from other places, and it has been thousands of years now. And the only Jindan Grand Monk in this area is the sect master of this sect, so anyone who enters the Fang City does not dare to be presumptuous, otherwise they will bear the wrath of the Jindan Grand Monk, and no one dares to cause trouble.

Usually, there are also guards in this Fang City, all of whom are disciples of the Yuan Soul Dao Sect, and when the dialect is at the entrance of the Fang City, the monk wearing a uniform uniform is estimated to be a disciple of this sect. Most of the people in the Fang City are monks from the nearby area, and they dare not disobey the rules in the Fang City, so it is quite peaceful here.

However, although Mofang City is small, it is quite famous, because it is a Fang Market that mainly deals in soul and ghost items, but more than eighty percent of the hundreds of shops are engaged in this kind of cultivation items. Because this place is adjacent to the Valley of Horrors, it is called the Valley of Ghost Spirits, and due to the lack of resources, there are many monks who go to the Valley of Ghost Spirits every year, and some casual cultivators even regard going to the Valley of Ghosts to find fate as a means of making a living.

Therefore, the shops here are mainly based on the acquisition and sale of these two types of items, from time to time there are other people in the market and the fairy city, come here to buy and sell items, and the local small families and scattered cultivators also take advantage of the situation to start an article around this, specializing in the collection and refining of various ghost cultivation materials, in the long run, it has become a quite professional market, the original Yuan Soul Fang City was slowly called the Yuan Soul Ghost Fang, and the locals did not care, anyway, it was just doing business, and let it go.

The market is not large, with more than 100 shops and a square with free stalls, which was quickly completed. Most of the things in this fang city are either not very useful, or the dialect is already available, but in a shop that sells classics, I bought a map that includes a radius of thousands of miles, and it also marks various spheres of influence, which can obviously be passed down by the sect.

Staying overnight in the inn, the dialect carefully studied the route of the return trip. It is still thousands of miles away from the fire gate, and it takes several days to ride the green crane, and I heard that the road is not very peaceful, and from time to time there is news that someone has been robbed and killed, or the goods of a certain shop have been robbed, for the sake of safety, many monks and shops are traveling together, and they have a good look for each other.

Fang Yan didn't want to rush alone and cause unnecessary trouble, so he heard in a shop that there would be a caravan in three days, going to Wanmiao Immortal City under the rule of the Miao Dan Sect, and on the way, he would pass through the Huoyun Valley, which was in the same mountain range as the Fire Gate, so Fang Yan did not hesitate to reserve a place, and took out a deposit of five spirit stones. A low-level monk like Fang Yan had to hand over spirit stones, a total of ten spirit stones, and the remaining five would be paid when he set off.

After paying for three days' room, Fang Yan went back to his room. He only walked around the market on the first day and was not interested, most of the time was closed door in the guest room to meditate, and he planted jade slips in his spare time, of course, the Kuimu Dan Sutra is the focus of the dialect, and now most of the content in the Dan Sutra can be dialected, but if you want to practice or test, you need to have materials, and the cultivation is high enough. However, some of them can identify and cultivate the basic techniques of spirit grass alchemy, and they can completely take the time to cultivate first, and when the conditions are ripe, they can start quickly.

In addition, Fang Yan would also go to the teahouse hotel every day to sit in one or two places, listen to the rumors and observations of the monks, not only to find out the news, but also to increase knowledge. Two days later, the tense nerves of the dialect were finally completely relaxed, and the feeling of exhaustion disappeared. There was still one day to go, and after having breakfast in the inn, Fang Yan walked out to inquire about the situation at the shop.

Halfway through, passing by a shop specializing in spiritual plants, I heard a loud quarrel inside, and there were many people around the door who didn't want to do such a boring thing, but who knew that the person was arguing loudly with the shopkeeper, and walked out of the door with a spiritual plant bowl, just standing in front of Fang Yan, blocking his way.

The man did not mean to get in the way of the tongues, but to stand guard at the door of the shop and ask for an explanation. I saw that the man said loudly to the people who passed by: "Fellow Daoists, please, the shopkeeper of this shop is really black-hearted, last month he sold me a Yueyuexiang tea that was about to lose its vitality, and now the tea tree will wither and die in less than a month, and it is said that my spiritual planting technique is not at home, and this spiritual tea is planted to death." My Cao family has been growing tea for generations, will they not be able to take care of a Yueyuexiang tea, it is clear that the shopkeeper's stimulating spirit tea is excessive, causing me to be deceived, thinking that it is a thirty-year-old tea tree, deceiving me of a hundred spirit stones, and everyone will give a comment. ”

This monk surnamed Cao cultivated in the middle of Qi cultivation, about the fourth or fifth floor, and spoke in a very loud voice, and the people on the whole street were shouted by him like this, and they all ran out to watch this monk even more proudly, holding the spirit planting bowl and wantonly judging his head.

"You are bloody, when I sold you last month, this tea tree is obviously extremely vigorous, it has more than 30 years of tea age, and it has not done anything at all, but we are holding the spirit stone in one hand and handing over the tea tree in the other, without any deception. Now that you are dead and you are relying on me, this is really unreasonable. The shopkeeper was so humiliated that he came out of the shop and got into a loud argument with him as he stood in the street.

Fang Yan inadvertently put the spiritual tea in the spirit planting bowl, and was secretly taken aback. If there was no Mu Dan Sutra, he must have thought that it was a Yueyue fragrant tea, but the atlas with this kind of spiritual tea specially painted in the Dan Sutra should be another precious spiritual tea tree, and he immediately thought about it in his mind, wanting to take down this spiritual tea without a trace.

In the Lingzhi bowl is a spiritual tea plant more than a foot high, and seven or eight branches are sent out on the rhizome with the thickness of the fingers, and the skin of the spiritual tea is cracked inch by inch, but in the brown dry trunk under the epidermis, white spots can be faintly seen. The leaves of the Lingcha tree have almost withered, and the vitality on the surface is almost cut off, and I am afraid that there is no way to return to the sky. No wonder this monk surnamed Cao would be furious, and whoever spent a lot of money to buy back the spirit tea tree would die strangely in less than a month, and he would be extremely angry.

Only the dialect knows that this is not the Yueyuexiang tea tree at all, but a precious Zhuling tea tree, and the value of these two tea trees is very different. The maturity period of the tea is more than 100 years, and it is no different from the general tea tree when it is not grown, only by breaking the epidermis, the fine white spots on the surface can be determined, and after it grows, the white spots will completely become white rhizomes, and the white on the tea leaves will increase year by year, and it will take thousands of years to become the high-grade Lingcha.

And this Lingqi tea tree is very delicate, it is difficult for ordinary spiritual planters to cultivate, only by mastering the characteristics of its demand for spiritual energy, can it be targeted to instill spiritual energy, otherwise it is difficult to survive, so this kind of spiritual tea is mostly planted in the blessed land of Lingshan. Thinking that this Cao family is just a small family, they don't know the characteristics of this spiritual tea at all, where can they cultivate such spiritual things, and it is not surprising that this incident has appeared today.

These two people are even more reluctant to give in to each other in front of everyone, they both think that the other party is at fault, the more they talk, the more out of line, and even abuse them on the street, if it weren't for this market, I'm afraid they would have to fight to the death. Fang Yan thought for a while, secretly made a plan, and deliberately stood there not far away, pretending, just waiting for a suitable opportunity to make a move.

There were more and more monks watching, and a few monks who had a good relationship with the shopkeeper stepped forward to persuade them with words. Who knew that it was okay not to persuade him, but this persuasion The monk surnamed Cao was even more energetic, shouting loudly to smash this spiritual planting bowl, take out this spiritual tea, and let everyone carefully examine the rhizomes of the tea tree, looking for evidence that this black-hearted shop deceived the buyer and stimulated vitality.

The monk who persuaded on the side just didn't want this matter to make a big deal and damage the reputation of the shopkeeper, and he didn't know the reason for this matter very clearly. I tried to persuade him not to smash it, but I was worried that the monk surnamed Cao would say that they were in a group, which would be even more counterproductive.

"Let him smash, in the Ming people do not do dark things, this Yueyue fragrant tea was harvested last month, in the store was only three days before he bought it, carefully when the next harvest was absolutely no trace of being forcibly stimulated, otherwise with my decades of experience in this business, it is impossible to have a clue. "So far, the shopkeeper can't take care of much, the reputation of the small shop is important, and the patron can only be offended, so he said with a resolute face.

Hearing what the shopkeeper said, the monk surnamed Cao hesitated. Originally, he firmly believed that there must be a problem here, and he would definitely settle the matter if he made such a fuss, and he didn't want to make a big deal and ruin his reputation, but now Fang is full of confidence, which makes him a little undecided for a while.

, Fang Yan began to make a move, deliberately pretending to be ignorant, and said coaxingly: "That's it, if you have the ability, you can smash one, and let everyone help you evaluate the theory." ”

As soon as the dialect said this, there were many people in the crowd who followed the coaxing, and they all shouted for him to smash it, standing in the excitement of the sky, only hearing the two bickering, but not seeing the real thing, how boring it was. In this way, the face of the monk surnamed Cao was also a little unbearable, if he retreated, where should this old face go, he was ruthless at that time, and he raised the spirit plant bowl with both hands and slammed it to the ground.

With a "bang", the fragments of the bowl and the soil were scattered all over the ground, and the spirit tea tree fell to the ground. The monk surnamed Cao picked up the tea tree carefully, there was no trace of casting spells at the root of the tree, and the shrinkage of the tea tree also started from the leaves, and the roots of the tea tree still had some vitality, which was no different from normal wilting, which was not caused by stimulating the vitality of the roots of the plant.

The people around laughed, and a few people who were heckling were also worried about being angered, so they slipped away quietly, only the dialect did not move, and stood there stupidly. The shopkeeper also came over, picked up the plant carving, handed it back to the monk surnamed Cao, and then thanked the monks who had persuaded him just now, and returned to his shop.

The monk surnamed Cao blushed, holding the spiritual tea tightly in his hand, and surrounded the people angrily. Seeing that there was no excitement but they were worried about getting into trouble, some onlookers left quietly, and some people even secretly pulled the tongue and signaled him to sneak away.

And Fang Yan was very sober at the moment, and was plotting against the tea tree in the monk's hand. He pretended to be stunned by what was in front of him, and then, as if he had reacted suddenly, he lowered his head in a sneering manner, and wanted to sneak away.

"Daoist friend walks slowly, Cao has something to say. The monk surnamed Cao flashed and blocked in front of Fang Yan, and those on the side slipped away faster when they saw that the situation was not good, and in a blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the lower Yan.

Fang Yan immediately pretended to be a fledgling stupid boy, made a timid and scared look, hurriedly lowered his head and flashed to the side, and was about to lean over and flee. The monk was about to find someone to vent his anger, how could he let him slip away, grabbed the dialect with a "bang", and said angrily: "Why did Daoyou ask me to smash the spirit planting bowl just now, can you give Cao a certain explanation?"

Welcome to read the latest and hottest serialized works!