I don't know if it's an illusion, I obviously saw a big ink ingot, but Gongliang felt like looking at Mount Tai at the foot of the mountain, unattainable.

I couldn't help but ask the old man, "What kind of cultivation does this ink ingot need to use before it can be used?"

"I'm afraid it takes the supreme to do it!" the old man himself didn't seem to know.

Supreme?

Gongliang's face twitched slightly, and he counted on his fingers, he is now in the Xuan Netherworld realm, and above is the true self, phantom silence, retreat, saint kui, and the supreme, and the five realms are still needed to the supreme. This ink ingot requires the supreme cultivation or above, and it can only be used at least in the void realm, and it is enough to be behind the six realms, not to mention the small realms in each realm. I don't know when I'll be able to use it, maybe I'll never need it, after all, I'm not good at making talismans, and I can't draw, so it's useless.

However, thinking of the old man's doubtful words, he asked, "Don't you know either?"

The old man shook his head and said, "How do you know." This ink is the ink master innocent son personally into the wilderness of the jungle, the endless sea to collect materials to refine, it is said that on the day of the making, the heaven and the earth thundered, the horror was abnormal, originally he made a piece of ink ingot, and finally achieved an ingot, it can be imagined that the preciousness of this ink.

After the old man got this ink, he kept it in a high place, and some people wanted to buy it, but they were rejected as soon as they encountered it, even if they were a Confucian in the palace.

I think that this ink already has a soul, and he is looking for the master, but fate has not yet arrived. ”

Gongliang felt that the old man was a bit of a ghost, just a piece of ink ingot to use, saying that it was precious, saying that there was a soul and that needed fate, wasn't that telling a mythological story?

The old man probably knew that he didn't believe it, so he simply stopped talking and asked, "The guest hasn't said that the ink ingots he needs are for his own use or are they needed by others?"

"Others want to use it, and she is a girl. ”

"Decay! I thought it was best to count the plum blossom fragrance. ”

The old man walked to the counter and took out an ink ingot from a lattice above and showed it to Gongliang, "Plum blossom ink is made of plum smoke and plum blossom powder, with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, and girls like to use this kind of floral ink the most." In addition to plum blossom incense ink, there are also osmanthus incense, orchid incense, Qionghua incense, chrysanthemum incense and other ink ingots. The cultivation of the Mortal Realm is not much different from the Transformation Realm of the Transforming Spirit, so there is no need to distinguish the ink too clearly, and the ink of the Transformation Realm can also be used, but the ink needs to be lightened a little. ”

Gongliang took the plum blossom ink and sniffed it in front of his nose, and there was indeed a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

"How do you count this ingot?"

"The first time a guest comes, the old man counts you as a little discount, and you can take away a hundred medium-grade spirit stones. ”

"So expensive?"

Gongliang felt that this old man was a bit murderous, and some of the bottles of pills were less than 100 low-grade spirit stones, and this old guy dared to ask for 100 medium-grade spirit stones for a small ink ingot!

"How can it be expensive? Think about it, if you buy an elixir, you can only take one pill once, but this ink ingot is ground with Lingquan, and one ink ingot can be used for at least a year or even longer. Do you think it's going to be expensive?"

According to the old man, ink ingots are indeed not very expensive.

But he was a little unwilling to buy things without discounts, how could he buy things without discounts.

So, he asked, "Old man, can I buy a little more, can I get a discount?"

"That's already the lowest price. "The old man is embarrassed.

"I want twenty ink ingots in the Mortal Realm, ten ink ingots in the Transformation Realm, and ten ink ingots in the Xuan Netherworld Realm, so many are not discounted?"

"This..."

"If not, I'll have to look elsewhere. ”

"Slow down, little brother. ”

The old man hurriedly took Gongliang's hand, it is not for nothing that the students of the school palace buy so many ink ingots at one time, but it is very rare. Since he came, he couldn't let it go, and after thinking about it, the old man said: "Little brother buys so much, naturally there is a discount." It's just that removing the price difference is inevitably troublesome, and the old decay will exchange the money for ink ingots, and then give you two new ingots, what do you think?"

"Hmm... OK. Gongliang thought about it and nodded.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly went to prepare the ink ingot.

After a while, Gongliang walked out with the old man's warm farewell.

In addition to ink, he also bought some pens and paper, and as for the inkstone, he didn't need it, he already had it at home. In fact, these things can also be bought in the Miaodao Immortal Sect, but the price is much higher than that of the Qingyang Academy, after all, there are more of these things sold here, and the competition is fierce, so how can you sell more without small profits. It's like the Miaodao Immortal Sect, there are not a few that are sold, and it's so expensive.

After Gongliang bought something, he wandered around the street, looking while walking, and suddenly saw a plaque of a high-rise building in front of him with three big characters written "Mingyue Pavilion".

He has seen Mingyue Pavilion in Great Xia, he has seen it with the Kingdom of God, and he has seen it in the Miaodao Immortal Sect, but he didn't expect that Qingyang Academy Palace also has it, it seems that the business of this Mingyue Pavilion is all over the world!

It's just that he doesn't have anything to buy now, and he doesn't want to go in to see how this Mingyue Pavilion is different from the Mingyue Pavilion in other places, so he glanced at it and walked to other places.

In the top floor of the Mingyue Pavilion, Yinghuang sat in the center, and Ashayi sat next to him grabbing a thick roasted beast leg and eating it in a big gulp.

An old man stood aside, while several other women stood guard outside the door.

"Ba Gong, how is the business here in Qingyang School Palace recently?"

"Our Mingyue Pavilion's business in the School Palace has not been up and down, but recently the items from the Great Wilderness have been quite popular with the children of the Qingyang School Palace, especially the various wines from the Great Wilderness, which were robbed madly as soon as they appeared. ”

"That's fine, if you need anything, contact the Mingyue Pavilion of the Miao Dao Immortal Sect, and some of them will try to deliver them to you. ”

"Your Majesty knows. ”

Gongliang didn't know that Yinghuang was in Mingyue Pavilion, and even if he knew it, he didn't care, after all, the two didn't have much friendship.

Because Qingyang Xuegong only has a place to do business, the market is very large, not like other places, there is only one street, but there are many. There are five or six streets before and after the market, and the focus is different, some sell the four treasures of the study, some sell all kinds of musical instruments, some sell spiritual herbs, pills and ores, and some sell all kinds of things such as taming beasts, birds, fish, and insects.

In addition to these normal trading shops, there are also some temporary trading stalls.

These stalls are concentrated in the alleys of the back street, and they sell some home-made things, or old things collected from various places, all kinds of things.

Gongliang was also curious, so he walked over to take a look.

Mi Gu's big stomach had been digested, and he began to fly around Baba with his wings, but he didn't dare to fly too far, and sometimes he still obediently sat on Baba and looked around. The drum followed Gongliang closely, for fear of losing it.

"Little guy, what do you want, come here and take a look, it's cheap. ”

Gongliang watched as he walked, and a big man with a beard saw it and shouted to him.

Gongliang didn't care where he went, and when he heard his words, he walked over.

When I went to his stall, I found that it was all some old books, torn paper, bald pens, useless bottles and cans and other ordinary items. However, it cannot be said that there are no good things, just take the barrel of the bald pen, some of the barrels are good.

It's just that these are useless to Gongliang at all, and after a few glances, he will leave.

Suddenly, he saw the faint light passing by, and when he looked closely, he saw a stone under the old book, so he opened the old book and picked it up, but he didn't expect it to be a broken inkstone

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