Chapter 3： stall

Zhang Shiping and the pair of siblings walked together, and the stall was in the west of Shengxian Town. During this short journey, the boy kept talking until his sister couldn't help but stop drinking. Then he had a grievance on his face and stopped talking, but his eyes rolled around, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

This young man seemed to be going out for the first time, he was curious about everything, he wanted to go over and have a look and touch, he looked more like a pampered secular son. His older sister is more normal. She treats people well along the way, and she is also somewhat vigilant.

Zhang Shiping didn't know how the Lei family of Qingli Mountain educated the younger generation of the family, how could they teach such an innocent boy. His Baiyuanshan Zhang family pays more attention to the cultivation of the younger generation. The cultivation should be down-to-earth, calm and decisive when encountering problems. The 16-year-old Zhang Shiping also had more than 20 lives on his hands, all of them were bandits who did all kinds of evil in the world. This kind of killing, the younger generation of the Zhang family must accept it once, just to see the blood.

Also, which family is the Lei family in Qingli Mountain? In fact, Zhang Shiping doesn’t know. The Baimang Mountain Range is so big. Who can remember.

It was Chen Shiping who said he was the Zhang family of Baiyuanshan. I am afraid that the siblings on the opposite side don't know where Baiyuanshan is?

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The layout of Shengxian Town is simple. There are only two streets running from north to south. There are three avenues from east to west. There is an open space in the middle. Accept apprentices here.

The three of them bypassed the high platform, and after walking for a while, they saw many monks sitting cross-legged on the ground in the west of the town. There are very few things. There is also a wooden sign on some stalls, with words written in black pen on it. This is to write what you lack on it. If the monks passing by have something in their hands, they are willing to exchange it, so that the two sides can discuss in detail.

When they arrived at the stall, Zhang Shiping bid farewell to the pair of siblings, the two separated, the young man was a little bit reluctant, and was directly pulled away by his sister. The two sides had known each other for less than half an hour, the relationship between passers-by, and Zhang Shiping felt that this young man talked too much, he likes to be quiet, this young man is so talkative, too noisy, and his personality does not fit.

Only then did Zhang Shiping look at these stalls. He wanted to find a elixir that could increase mana, but he had little hope. Most of this type of elixirs could only be found in a few big shops in Shengxian Town.

Zhang Shiping was just thinking about it, and he went to the stall just to have a good time, to see if he could buy one or two good things at a low price with his own eyesight.

His father, Zhang Tong'an, had bought a first-tier middle-grade spirit ring magic weapon of earth attribute at the price of a low-grade magic weapon at the Ziyuefang City stall near his family four years ago. The surface of this set of spiritual rings is tightly covered with a layer of bronze. The breath of the first-level middle-grade equipment is not very obvious. With the bronze wrapping, the breath of the magic weapon is even more faint, similar to the first-level magic weapon. Zhang Tongan picked up a big deal with sharp eyes.

At that time, Zhang Shiping still remembered that he was very happy to see his father, and thought that he could also find good things in the market. This kind of thing depends on luck. Over the years, he has spent twelve spirit stones, but what he bought was ordinary things. He didn’t make a profit or lose money. It’s better to go directly to those shops with a full range of goods to buy, and save some time. .

The stall owners in the stall market here are male, female, old and young. Zhang Shiping passed through six or seven stalls, and some of the stall owners were much higher than him. There are also stall owners with very low cultivation bases, who only reached the third level of qi training at the age of 40 or 50, and they are probably monks who have become monks halfway.

Zhang Shiping walked through more than ten or twenty stalls in a row, just glanced at them, and the things on them were all half-truths and half-false things that seemed to be full of aura, just like he saw a few three-legged statues on a fat stall. Each of the foot tripods exudes the aura fluctuations close to the first-order high-grade magic weapon.

The way the fat man did it was fine, but Zhang Shiping didn't agree with this way of selling. How could a monk who practiced Qi at the fourth level like him have so many good things on hand.

If Zhang Shiping came to set up a stall, he would only take out one thing that was mixed with ordinary things. Another point, at least Zhang Shiping would not use tricks to stimulate spiritual energy like that fat man, for fear that others would not see it. The thing about setting up a stall is that a volunteer takes the bait. You think you have made money, and I think I have made money. The world is peaceful and everyone is happy.

Zhang Shiping has done this kind of thing before, he has dozens of spirit stones in his pocket, and he has gained a lot of income for nothing.

Zhang Shiping wandered around the market, there were fake things and real things, and there were more things he couldn't understand. He bought two stacks of yellow paper for making charms from a stall of a woman in colorful clothes.

One stack of twenty sheets of yellow paper, two stacks of forty sheets. These yellow papers are soft and high-quality. He spent eight spirit stones to buy them, which is cheaper than the store.

This kind of yellow paper is made of a perennial yellow daylily, and the older it is, the better the quality. The yellow daylily withers and grows once a year, and is harvested in autumn when the grass leaves are half green and half yellow, leaving the grass roots, so that the quality of the yellow daylily will become better and better when it grows again in the next year.

The burden on his back was really troublesome. There was only one middle-grade spirit stone and fourteen low-grade spirit stones left in the purse in Zhang Shiping's arms. In the baggage were a change of clothes and talisman-making pens like cinnabar yellow paper. thing.

He exchanged this spirit stone with a hundred low-grade spirit stones from his family. The lower, middle and upper third-grade spirit stones are usually one hundred to one in the world of immortality, but because high-quality spirit stones have always been scarce in the world of immortality. It is also normal to exchange one hundred and twenty low-grade spirit stones for one middle-grade spirit stone.

There are quite a lot of people in the stall, but the noise is not too noisy. Many stall owners put out their things, sit cross-legged and meditate, waiting for others to come to the door. Some stall owners would yell a few times when they saw monks passing by. The monk stopped to take a look if he wanted to, and walked away if he didn't.

Unknowingly, Zhang Shiping walked more than half a circle in the market. He saw a dozen people surrounding a booth from a distance. Zhang Shiping walked over and saw an old man with a blue face pulling a young man in brocade clothes. The two were arguing about something.

There is a bronze lamp under the two people's feet, which looks like a lady in deep clothes sitting on her knees. The outstretched hands that used to hold the lampstand are now split into two pieces. The bronze lamp with mottled patina was under their feet, full of dust.

The young man was from the Lei family in Qingli Mountain, who had just separated from Zhang Shiping, Zhang Shiping wondered why his sister wasn't around, and he didn't want to get involved in the incident caused by this young man. UU reading

It's just that the sky didn't do what people wanted, and the blue-faced old man grabbed his hand and touched Lei Mo. He happened to see Zhang Shiping and shouted: "Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang."

He was reluctant in his heart, but he still stood up and walked towards the two of them.

The blue-faced old man saw that the young man was calling someone, and he still held Lei Mo's wrist tightly and said, "Who are you? .”

The blue-faced old man spoke very loudly, Zhang Shiping felt helpless, this old man obviously looked like an old fritters, he was the first to set the tone.

Zhang Shiping asked the old man to wait, and asked Lei Mo what happened. The young man hesitated to speak, and the bronze lamp broke into two pieces when he picked it up. Naturally, he wanted to buy it if it broke, but the blue-faced old man asked for an outrageous price. A lion with no spiritual energy opened his mouth and asked for ten spiritual stones.

No one was convinced. The blue-faced old man firmly insisted that the bronze lamp was a magic weapon, and the aura disappeared after it was split into two pieces. The ten spirit stones he got from the ancient monk's cave were very cheap.

"Come on, come on." Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Zhang Shiping separated them. He was almost clear about the matter. In all likelihood, Lei Mo had been tricked, but the situation was beyond his control. "Why don't you say it's an ancient treasure, a piece of spirit stone to compensate you for this broken lamp, you see if it's okay or not."

"How can this be, at least eight spirit stones." The blue-faced old man made an "eight" gesture.

"Just one piece, do you want it or not? If not, let's go to the senior Jianji who manages the market." Zhang Shiping understands this kind of casual practice quite well, and he can't make concessions.

The blue-faced old man's expression changed, and he opened his mouth only after the nearby stall owner whispered: "The old man is at a loss. If you bring a piece of spirit stone, you will not be owed anything."