Chapter 18 Cultivation

The two walked to a market with red lanterns and saw that the shops were full of single courtyards, but there were no stalls, which was very strange. Ling Xiao saw the men and women walking into the shop, and all of them were refreshed and red. He couldn't help but wonder, "What is this for sale?"

Rong Hui remembered Huajie and Liu Lane and blurted out: "Meat seller!" He felt something wrong again. He looked carefully and found that the breath of the people he found was mixed. He immediately felt it and explained in a low voice: "This is a place for men to cultivate yin and yang, and women to cultivate yang to replenish yin. Sure enough, it's the world of cultivation, and it's all open!"

"Bah!" Ling Xiaoqing said with a sound, and he sank his face and vowed, "If it were me, he would die!"

"Only when people live can there be hope. They are all prisoners of war!" Rong Hui only regarded it as a kiln in the world of cultivation, but he had no disgust. It's just that I have a wife, a concubine and a maid, rich, powerful and status, and I really can't look for flowers and willows. He simply pulled up Lingxiao: "Let's go in and have a look!" Raise your legs and leave.

Ling Xiao blushed and his head was confused. He had been pulled into the roadside yard by Rong Hui. Seeing a charming young woman welcome out of the three main rooms, he couldn't wait to dig a hole and get in. The young woman was also a little surprised. Even if there were female practitioners who went to the hospital to get supplements, they were mostly color decay and love. How could there be two little ones who came in hand in hand? With a flash of mind, he still smiled and said, "Son, miss, you want to pick someone!"

Rong Hui saw the young woman's "Young Yin period" cultivation and did not dare to hold it up. He nodded and smiled: "Is there anyone who has just come from the north?"

"Brother, don't smash my signboard. When did you get second-hand goods here!" The young woman squeezed her lips and smiled softly: "You two go to the room for tea, and I'll bring someone!"

When Ling Xiao saw that the guy around him was a "old deep-fried dough stick" in the flowers, he frowned: "Be sure to tell Xiaoxuan that I won't beat you at that time!" In a trance, his hands tightened and he was pulled into the main room.

Rong Hui walked into the hall and saw an old man in brocade sitting on the first seat drinking tea. He was also a " Shaoyang period" cultivation. He hurriedly shouted "Taoist friend" and sat side by side with Ling Xiao.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his index finger and tapped the coffee table. With a crisp sound, she walked up to a beautiful maid wearing an autumn-colored half-arm and served two hot teas. The old man waited for her to bow down before looking at Rong Hui and said leisurely, "You are not here to make up!"

"Taoist friends have a good eye!" Rong Hui was neither humble nor arrogant and told the truth: "I heard that the price of rice in the north has risen, and I'm afraid there will be another war again. I just want to ask the girl from the north what's going on!" Ling Xiao was refreshed and listened attentively.

"Then you have found the right place!" The old man smiled and said, "Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, the supply of goods has surged recently, and there has obviously been a conflict! Other Taoist friends said that a little prince came north of 'Yinshan' and united with other tribes! Look at this battle, it's going to be a big fight!" Seeing the young woman bringing a group of gauze girls, she waved her hand and smiled: "There is no need for them, let them go back!"

"The soldiers and horses have not moved, and the food and fodder go first. Sure enough, there will be a war!" Rong Hui was confused: "Xiaoxuan, Xiaoxuan, don't be surprised!" Since I knew the important news, I was embarrassed to get up and leave. Seeing the young woman come in and sit down, I simply sold a barrier: "I want to change some magic weapons and skills, but I haven't found a suitable one for a long time. You two must know some inside stories!"

When the old man saw the boy coming up, he nodded and smiled: "What do you want? Tell me! Maybe I can really help!" As soon as the young woman heard that there was a play, her eyes flashed and she happily waited for Rong Hui to speak.

Rong Hui said bluntly: "Since the war is coming, I want a defense weapon to defend myself!"

The old man's heart was like a mirror: "You don't want to buy a magic weapon to defend yourself, but you just want to buy a bargain to support your face! Although he is a young man, it seems that there is still a little *!" Knowing that the best magic weapons could not be sold, his mind flashed, remembered those goods, and said leisurely, "As the saying goes, people have no foresight, and they must have immediate worries. Taoist friends are people who look at the general trend, and naturally they don't like ordinary magic weapons. I just have a few magic weapons here. Although they have been refined and abandoned, they are one level higher than magic weapons, and they will definitely be able to enter the eyes of Taoist friends!" While talking, he winned at the young woman and got up together and went to the back room.

"What, magic weapon?" Rong Hui's eyes were blackened: "In this place, I don't buy a common law weapon! Dharma, you sell it, brother!"

Although magic weapons and magic weapons are of the same kind, there is a difference in one word, but there are vast differences. According to Rong Hui's own understanding, any instrument that can resonate with spiritual power is a magic weapon. Treasure, Zhenye. Those who can be called magic weapons are not only treasures in the magic weapons, but also can be controlled by ideas, obedient to the heart, and in harmony with the Tao. In the early days of Taiji, the monks were not enough to control the treasures of heaven and earth.

Ling Xiao was forced to come in, and he was not afraid of being too high to watch the play: "Let's play big, let's see how you make the scene!" Look at the nose and nose, just look at the heart as if you didn't hear anything.

Rong Hui complained in his heart: "No matter good or bad, I will take the cheapest one!" It's a magic weapon. It's not good to study the array above slowly!" It can be seen that the old man and the young woman in brocade brought into a wooden box respectively, and their mouths couldn't help but suffer: "The size of the magic weapon can still change. How can there be a box to hold the magic weapon!"

The old man smiled and said, "It's a useless magic weapon. Of course, you can't do whatever you want. But at least it's the painstaking efforts of the refiner. If it's the same, it's better than ordinary magic weapons!" While talking, he opened the wooden box and the treasure was brilliant.

When Rong Hui saw that the magic weapons in the box were full of entities, he frowned: "Spoil the material!" He picked up a flying sword and watched intently. The blade is cold and the hair is decisive. There are several extremely complicated arrays embedded in the spine of the sword. If it is placed in the magic weapon, it is definitely one of the best, but if it is placed on the market, it is a chicken rib.

When he went to the Everest, he saw the complete treasure-making process. However, after the body is formed, it is necessary to prove it with instruments. If you can condense the essence, open up a "must seed space" and hide its body, it can be refined. Otherwise, it can only be regarded as a magic tool. Seeing that the sword in his hand was destroyed on the sacrifice, he couldn't help sighing: "What a pity!"

"Yes, the front is not done well, and it can be reworked. If the sacrifice fails, a magic weapon will be destroyed. The old man sighed: "Otherwise, how to touch a magic weapon is sky-high. In addition to the expensive materials, it is too difficult to succeed! Ten pieces of these things, Taoist friends can choose whatever they want!"

Rong Hui has already calculated that there is a magic weapon on the Pearl Peak, and the cost of the head is more than 10,000 taels of silver. However, this kind of waste treasure can't be used if its cultivation is weak, and it can't be seen if it is high. Spiritual damage, even if you return to the furnace, you can't get the original materials. Hao Lai is the handwriting of the refiner, and one hundred taels of gold is also fair. After a little thought, he nodded and agreed, "Well, then I have to choose carefully!"

The box contains knives, swords and halberds, axes, hooks and forks, as big as melons and hammers, as small as darts. Rong Hui had already destroyed the idea of choosing the defense weapon. He only hoped that the array he chose was simple and took it back to slowly study. After groping, he found a purple and gold ribbon inlaid with gems and teased everyone: "It is said that women look at the head and men look at the waist. This is useful, how to use it!"

"Taoist friends have a good eye!" The old man in brocade smiled happily: "This 'six belt' is originally a storage magic weapon. If it is a finished product, it will definitely go up 10,000 taels of gold. Up to now, the six 'King Kong Iridium' alone are worth a lot! Even if it can't be stored, it can only be regarded as the excited 'six shield', which is also a masterpiece in the defense weapon. That is, the loss of mana is too great. With the cultivation of Taoist friends, it is better to use it at intervals!"

Rong Hui surrounded on the spot, gently vibrating the tiger's waist and vibrating his spiritual power. The belt is breathable, and a melon-shaped boundary is condensed. It happened to be six petals, protecting him in the middle. But no matter how he tried, it was like mud flowing into the sea. What's more, I felt that the belt was so big that I couldn't help slandering: "Defense is impeccable. This is good. Do you want to drain your brother's mana within three or two breaths and let him be a live target? It's better than nothing. I still took out 5,000 taels of "big and medium treasure money" from my arms and bought this "six belt". I felt that there were still a few good remnants, so I asked the old shopkeeper's surname Ge, picked up the bamboo basket, and went elsewhere with Ling Xiao.

The two walked to the middle market and suddenly heard someone say, "Listen to the shareholders. From now on, you can exchange shares for rice in the 'Yipintang' sub-one of Ganzhou City. A full-colored Lingmi, equivalent to exchange!" ......

"What is Yipintang going to do?" Rong Hui was stunned and followed the sound. In the brilliant light, a young man was shouting loudly on the wooden box, causing passers-by to come forward and talk one after another: "It's true or false!" Isn't that looking for a loss? ......

Rong Hui looked at it from afar and couldn't understand it. Unfortunately, I don't hold shares, and I'm embarrassed to ask. Seeing that the night market was about to end, he asked Ling Xiao, "Do you have anything to buy? It's all mine!"

Ling Xiao thought of himself when he saw this guy. After a slander, he was even more rude. In addition to some close-fitting clothes, I also bought a few sets of new clothes. Most of the clothing woven with spiritual silk can turn spiritual power into a boundary. It's just that the toughness of what the creature turns into is too poor, and it's old once. Therefore, new clothes are on the market every season, and buying new clothes has become the daily tradition of female monks.

Rong Hui saw that 3,000 taels of silver had been squandered, and his heart was empty: "It's a small matter to spend money. What makes me unbearable is that after you have tried for a long time, you won't buy it! Every time I enter a clothing store, I want to hit my head on the doorpost. When he finally passed, he immediately picked up a large box of clothes to find the carriage.

On the way back, Ling Xiao saw Rong Hui's fleeing appearance and couldn't help scowling: "Do you think the girl came to the night market with you for nothing?" He walked to the place where the mask was thrown and quickly stopped Rong Hui: "Wait a minute, stuff!" He put down the bamboo basket in his hand and was about to find the mask.

"Wait!" Rong Hui shouted in a low voice: "Someone!" As soon as the words fell, the seedlings ten feet away moved lightly, and a dark shadow rushed away like a wind. Ling Xiao only saw the figure shaking a few times and fell into the night before he whispered, "What is he going to do? Isn't it said that fighting is prohibited in the night market?

"Money and silk are touching. As the saying goes, it also applies to practitioners!" Rong Hui felt that the princess was a little naive and breathed: "I guess she fell in love with my belt. These days, people are also remembered for wearing fake goods. It's really chaos!" When Ling Xiao retrieved the mask, he went back to the carriage together.

When the driver saw that others had more or less bought some clothes for daily use, he greeted everyone: "That brother has something else to do. Let's get in the car!" Several of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The nuns talked about jewelry, and Rong Hui's head was so big that they had to ask the brothers beside them in a low voice: "There are no clothes and jewelry outside. Why do you come here to buy them?"

"Cheap!" The man seemed to be very satisfied with today's harvest and took the initiative to explain: "Everything in the city has been taxed. The same thing is 20% expensive. It's not a place for people like us to visit!" He smiled again: "Do you think you see the black market? We can't go into the real inner store!"

"Brother Dare is a cover for people!" Rong Hui was full of feelings and asked his brother, "What's in the store?"

"Have you heard of 'Magic Cultivation', have you heard of 'Blood Sacrifice', have you heard of 'puppet', have you heard of 'fierce spirit'?" The man's mouth was slightly up: "Brother, let's live in the sun!"

Rong Hui was speechless: "Why, there are still these things in the world of cultivation? Brother is simple again!" After getting out of the car, he divided things with Ling Xiao and returned to his residence. It was already Yin time.

He was so tired that he fell asleep after a little check. The height is not very cold, and the spirit dissipates, and the cold air directly invades the muscles and bones. The true qi in the body is stimulated and circulates by itself to keep out the cold. The inner breath is smooth and tired.