"Purple and green brush!"

The ragged old man and the handsome young man were extremely surprised, and their hearts were shocked, and they looked at the talisman pen with a look of amazement and obsession.

In this immortal cultivation world, there are many precious items, not only including magic weapons, talismans, heavenly and earthly treasures, etc. Among them, the talisman pen is also a kind of spell prop, which is equivalent to the alchemist's furnace ding, Dan furnace.

A better talisman pen will not be less valuable than a spiritual weapon or magic weapon, which can greatly increase the success rate of talisman making, and it has a more fatal temptation for talisman refiners.

Ziqing Brush, in the world of cultivating immortals, is a relatively precious talisman pen, and in the eyes of low-level talisman refiners, it is a coveted treasure.

Call!

Yang Fan smiled slightly, and the talisman pen in his hand disappeared as if by magic, making the grandfather and grandson stunned, and there were still a few traces of regret and unfinished in their eyes.

The delicate young man's concentration was almost there, his expression was still a little stunned, and he didn't react, so he saw Yang Fan withdraw the talisman pen, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Ahem...... the ragged old man coughed lightly twice, and lowered his voice: "This son, are you also a talisman refiner?"

"No, I know a little about medicine and alchemy, but I don't know anything about alchemy. ”

Yang Fan shook his head, he didn't lie about this, he really wouldn't refine the talisman.

"Then your talisman pen?" The ragged old man's eyes lit up, the handsome young man also stopped the talisman pen in his hand, and the grandfather and grandson looked at Yang Fan with nervous faces.

"What I got by chance didn't help much. ”

Yang Fan said with a smile.

The so-called accidental getting, of course, is not so simple.

When Yang Fan incarnated as the Demon Dao Shi Qianhan, there were not a few monks who were killed, and there was a lot of the time in the Yangjiabao area before, as well as the one on the Tianxing Boat, and there was no shortage of the concentrating period.

Every time he slashed an enemy, Yang Fan certainly wouldn't forget to tap the loot.

As for where this purple and green brush came from, Yang Fan himself couldn't remember clearly, he was not interested in refining talismans, if he didn't happen to meet this grandfather and grandson, he wouldn't know where to forget it.

When the ragged old man heard this, he glanced at Yang Fan thoughtfully, and shouted at the crowd: "Fellow villagers, the old folks, the stall has been closed today!

After that, he said to the beautiful young man: "Yun'er, close the stall!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

The handsome young man put away his pen excitedly, answered, and immediately began to clean up the stall.

"This son, let's talk in another place. The ragged old man said with a smile.

After a while, Yang Fan followed the grandfather and grandson along the intricate lanes of Kyoto, turning around and turning around, and the three of them came to a remote bamboo forest.

Yang Fan glanced at this bamboo forest and had already discovered the phantom array here.

"Childe, please, this is a gathering place for immortal cultivators in Kyoto, providing the exchange of spirit stones and props, and the owner of this place is not trivial, providing a transaction guarantee. ”

The ragged old man introduced with a smile, and along the way, through words and deeds, he learned that Yang Fan was an immortal cultivator who had just come to Kyoto.

"Cheng Lao often comes here?"

Yang Fan asked curiously.

Talking along the way, he also probably figured out the details of the two of them.

The ragged old man's surname is Cheng, and the monks of the same generation call him Cheng Lao or Cheng Lao Xian; the grandson's name is Cheng Yunfei, who is a novice in cultivating immortals in the early stage of qi refining, and has only been in this way for four or five years, and has extraordinary attainments in refining talismans and drawing talismans.

"Hehe, I'm a frequent visitor to this 'Cuiweiju'. ”

Cheng Laoxian said with a smile, and walked into the bamboo forest first, and his figure suddenly became blurred, and then disappeared completely.

Yang Fan smiled at Cheng Yunfei, and also walked into the bamboo forest, the vision suddenly changed, and the bamboo forest became a simple and elegant pavilion, in which there were some people who talked and laughed: there were old Taoists, old monks, elegant scholars, and half-old and young girls.

After Cheng Laoxian walked in, some monks immediately greeted him.

"Haha, I said Cheng Lao, didn't you go to the street with your grandson to sell talismans, why did you come back so quickly today?"

An old man with a black face sitting in the corner of the teahouse said teasingly, and his voice dragged on for a long time.

"Hmph, old black ghost, as soon as I came in, your crow's mouth became noisy. ”

Cheng Laoxian's face sank slightly, and when he replied, he ignored the black-faced old man and smiled at Yang Fan: "Yang Daoyou, let's sit here." ”

The three of them came to an empty teahouse and sat down, and soon a good-looking girl brought refreshments.

Yang Fan's eyes swept over the monks in this "Cui Wei Residence", most of them were Qi refining streams, and there were also a few monks in the Concentrating Period.

"Dare to ask Yang Daoyou, are you willing to trade the 'Ziqing Brush' in your hand?"

Cheng Laoxian quickly got to the point, and seemed to be a little anxious. He understood that Yang Fan also had a plan to find him, otherwise he would not have taken out such treasures in front of the two of them.

"Anyway, Yang is not a talisman refiner, this 'purple and green brush' is useless to keep, even if it is cheap to trade Cheng Lao, it doesn't matter, a hundred spirit stones. ”

Yang Fan said lightly.

"One hundred spirit stones, are you really willing to sell?" Cheng Laoxian didn't believe that things were so smooth and simple.

One hundred spirit stones, it's too cheap!

A precious talisman like Ziqinghao's brush, if it encounters a trading partner with the identity of a talisman refiner, most of the ordinary monks will extort it fiercely, even if they ask for one or two hundred spirit stones, there will be a talisman refiner who will buy it with pain and blood.

Yang Fan exhaled lightly and said slowly: "Yang Mou first came to the land of dragons and tigers in Kyoto, people are not familiar with the land, and they need someone to take care of them. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Laoxian frowned and asked, "What do you mean......?"

"Yang is a pharmacist, he is new to Kyoto, he needs to find an errand first, and he may open a medical hall in the cultivation of immortals here in the future. Yang Fan said slowly.

"Are you a pharmacist?" Cheng Laoxian's face turned different, and he muttered: "A good pharmacist, in the land of Kyoto, whether it is for the secular world or the immortal cultivation world, it is extremely scarce, and he is attracted by the major forces, and his status is transcendent. ”

"If Yang Daoyou really has some attainments in medical skills, this thing is very easy to do. But if not......"

When Cheng Laoxian said this, he paused, and looked Yang Fan up and down a few times, and the meaning of his words was already very clear.

Along with medical skills, skills are one thing, but also pay attention to experience and experience.

Cheng Laoxian was obviously a little skeptical of Yang Fan's true talent and learning-at such a young age, how much better would his medical skills be?

Yang Fan was not surprised, Cheng Laoxian's thoughts, which basically represent the way of thinking of most people.

"Pharmacist?"

Cheng Yunfei, a handsome young man sitting on the side, also showed a trace of doubt in his clear eyes.

At this point, Cheng Laoxian can rest assured that in terms of medical skills, Yang asks himself that he is not weaker than anyone else in the same level. ”

Yang Fan said calmly, showing a convincing temperament between his words.

"Well, Daoyou is so confident, it seems that he has some real talent. Cheng Laoxian's eyes flashed, and his opinion of Yang Fan also changed.

Immediately, Cheng Laoxian began to think about it, but Cheng Yunfei beside him looked a little anxious.

"What is Cheng Lao thinking about?"

After a while, Yang Fan asked with a smile, and took out the purple and blue brush from the storage bag: the black barrel, the gold trim, the purple and blue hairs, faintly revealing a smart aura.

"Purple and green brush!"

Several monks around exclaimed, the people in this teahouse are all immortal cultivators, and there is no shortage of knowledgeable people.

Soon, several monks came forward to observe, and looked at the talisman pen in Yang Fan's hand with a look of surprise and greed.

"This fellow Daoist, how can you sell the talisman pen in your hand? I will sell one hundred and twenty spirit stones, will I sell them?"

One of them, a thin red-robed old man, walked up to Yang Fan and said lightly.

"Xu Fu Master?"

When Cheng Laoxian saw this person, his face changed, the two looked at each other, and a trace of spark seemed to hit the air, obviously a little hostile.

Yang Fan looked sideways, and the "Xu Fu Master" in Cheng Laoxian's mouth was a monk who had refined qi and had a great consummation, and he was looking at him with an eager face at the moment.

"I'm sorry, my talisman is about to be traded to Cheng Lao. ”

Yang Fan shook his head.

When Cheng Laoxian heard this, he was overjoyed in his heart, and with a smug look on his face, he nodded and said: "Master Xu Fu, come first and come first, this 'purple and green brush' is none other than me today." ”

Saying that, he immediately took out a bunch of spirit stones from the storage bag and said to Yang Fan: "Pharmacist Yang, this is one hundred and twenty spirit stones, according to the previous agreement." ”

"One hundred and twenty spirit stones?"

As soon as Yang Fan was about to speak, he heard the Fu Master Xu say coldly: "I will give out one hundred and fifty spirit stones." ”

One hundred and fifty!

The people around him were shocked, Cheng Laoxian's face changed instantly, and his teeth itched with hatred for this Xu Fu Master.

At this time, more and more monks came here, and they had the posture of doing a good show.

"One hundred and fifty, I can take it out too. ”

Cheng Laoxian gritted his teeth and added another twenty spirit stones to the table.

"Pharmacist Yang, what do you think, one hundred and fifty, I can also take it. ”

Cheng Laoxian gestured to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was stunned, the price he offered was a hundred spirit stones, and he was just about to explain, when Master Xu spoke again:

"I'll give two hundred!"

Two hundred spirit stones!

There was a stir among the monks all around.

Two hundred spirit stones, probably the limit of this purple and green brush, Yang Fan knows this very well.

If the price continues to increase, the buyer will lose more than he gains.

"You ......" Cheng Laoxian looked angry and stared at Xu Fushi: "Do you have to go against the old man?"

Xu Fushi sneered: "This is a bad statement, this is fair competition, whoever has more spirit stones, this rune pen will belong to whom." Ladies and gentlemen. ”

"Of course, whoever has the highest price will be the one who owns it. ”

"That's right, fair play. ”

Most of the field echoed the words.

Cheng Laoxian's face was cloudy, his financial resources and the forces behind him were far inferior to that Xu Fu Master, and if he continued to compete like this, he would only lose even more.

"Two hundred spirit stones, this little fellow Daoist, what do you think?"

When Master Xu Fu saw that Cheng Laoxian had turned off the fire, his face was proud, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, as if the purple and blue brush was already within reach.

"Let's go!"

Cheng Laoxian looked uneasy, put away the spirit stone on the table, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Cheng Lao, wait!"

Yang Fan shouted Cheng Laoxian.

"What does Pharmacist Yang have to say?" Cheng Laoxian's heart moved, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Could it be that if you sell this talisman pen to anyone, I, the master, will not have the right to speak?"

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth pursed slightly.

"This ......," the smile on Master Xu's face froze.

The surrounding monks were also stunned, and after a long time, the competition between the two of them did not have the consent of the owner of the talisman pen at all.

"Cheng Lao, according to the previous agreement, one hundred spirit stones, this talisman belongs to you. ”

Yang Fan spoke clearly and said calmly.

Wow!

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar on the field, and the entire monks of "Cuiweiju" were alarmed.

(To be continued)