Keeping a low profile in the world of cultivating immortals

"Where is booth No. 69 in District D..."

Wu Tao shuttled through Ding District of Fang City, holding a stall rental voucher in his hand. He spent 60 broken spirit stones to rent a stall for two days.

The market is so big that it’s a bit hard to find.

"Little fellow Taoist, what are you looking for?"

At this time, Wu Tao heard Han Tiezhu's voice. He looked up and saw Han Tiezhu standing at his spiritual rice stall. He found this place unknowingly.

Wu Tao stepped forward and said, "Uncle Han, I'm looking for a stall, No. 69, District D. Look..."

With that said, he showed Han Tiezhu the stall rental voucher.

Han Tiezhu took a closer look, immediately became happy, and said with a smile: "Little fellow Taoist, this is not a coincidence. No. 69, Ding District, is just to my left. I am No. 70, Ding District."

Wu Tao took a look at the empty stall to the left of Han Tiezhu and saw a small sign with 'No. 69, District D' engraved on it.

"This brand is too small, no wonder it's so hard to find..." Wu Tao complained, turned around and thanked Han Tiezhu: "Thank you, Uncle Han, otherwise I would have to find it again."

Han Tiezhu smiled honestly and waved his hands, saying: "You're welcome, by the way, what do you set up a stall to sell?"

Wu Tao came to the stall, took off the baggage from behind, put a piece of cloth on it, took out the robe and put it carefully, then took out a wooden sign written in advance, pointed to the sign and said to Han Tiezhu: "Uncle Han , take a look."

Han Tiezhu looked at the wooden sign and saw a line of words written crookedly on it: 'First-order and second-order blast robe, price, fifteen low-grade spiritual stones.'

"You are selling robes. You are very obedient, but they are much more valuable than my spiritual rice... Little fellow Taoist, why don't you go to District A or District A to sell them? There are more people there."

Wu Tao said Hao Ran: "Uncle Han, I am short of money. Besides, I think this place is quite good.

"Uncle, how do you sell this spiritual rice?" Han Tiezhu wanted to talk to Wu Tao, but a casual cultivator came up to ask about the price, so Han Tiezhu hurriedly greeted the guests.

Wu Tao took out a futon, sat cross-legged on it, and looked at the street. This street was full of people selling groceries, and he was the only one selling robes.

If no one competes with me, it will be sold quickly.

He thought happily as he looked at the immortal cultivators coming and going on the street.

"It must be sold within two days."

In two days, it will be the day when Yahang collects the rent. If it is not sold and there is no spirit stone to pay the rent, there will be no place to stay.

It's not very safe outside the city.

Not that there are many beasts.

Sometimes, cultivators are more terrifying than wild beasts.

Wu Tao looked at the casual cultivators walking by one by one. Some of them glanced at Wu Tao's stall. When they saw the price on the wooden sign, they all stopped and left directly.

Fifteen pieces of low-grade spirit stones are indeed more than a little expensive for low-level casual cultivators.

Thinking about the original owner who was mining in Qingling Sect, he could only get three spiritual stones a month, but this first-level and second-level robe required five months of no food or drink to buy it.

Among the four arts of cultivating immortals, magic weapons, elixirs, and formations are the most expensive because of their high costs. The talismans are cheaper, low cost, and mostly disposable.

His robe was successfully refined only once twice, consuming six spark stones and two kilograms of demonic silk. The cost price was five yuan of low-grade spirit stones, and it sold for fifteen yuan. It could be said that it was not expensive at all.

Besides, the cost also includes booth fees, and transaction tax is required if the transaction is successful.

This does not include labor costs.

Han Tiezhu made a deal and received a hundred broken spiritual stones. His face was full of joy. He turned to Wu Tao and said, "I don't know what my little Taoist friend's name is?"

"Li Mo!" Wu Tao still used a pseudonym.

Although Manager Wang doesn't care about him, if one day he hears the news that he is still alive, there is no guarantee that he will not be tempted to kill and silence him, so it is better to be safe.

Han Tiezhu smiled and said: "Li Mo, what a good name, I'll call you Li Xiaoyou. Li Xiaoyou, your robe...I wonder?...Ah, I'm sorry...I shouldn't have pried..."

Han Tiezhu's move is a taboo in the world of immortality. Don't pry into other people's privacy easily. Even if Wu Tao's robe has an erroneous origin, he cannot inquire about it.

If you meet someone who is not easy to get along with and secretly hates you, and if you find an opportunity to fall in love with you later, you will regret it.

It's not like this has never happened before.

Wu Tao was not angry, he just said it was okay and passed it.

As for refining it by myself, I haven't gotten to know Han Tiezhu to this extent yet.

The day passed quickly, and when the market closed at sunset, Wu Tao failed to sell the robe, and no one even asked.

On the other hand, Han Tiezhu next to him was very happy after selling ninety kilograms of spiritual rice and earning three low-grade spiritual stones.

Looking at Wu Tao makes me feel envious!

After a day of guarding the stall, Wu Tao was exhausted physically and mentally. He cleaned up the stall, said goodbye to Han Tiezhu, and returned to his residence. When he returned to his residence, he fell asleep and was not even in the mood for dinner.

Early the next morning, Wu Tao poured cold water into his face and washed his face. When he saw himself in the basin, it was obvious that his body had turned black.

Could it be that it's because of my dark appearance that I didn't attract customers? Thinking of this, he took out a long piece of black cloth, covered his forehead, and then went to the market to set up a stall.

"call!"

Taking a long breath, Wu Tao secretly cheered himself up in his heart to dispel the gloomy mood. If the stall owner had a bad face, no customers would come forward to ask.

"Little friend Li, don't be anxious. This is how business is done. I haven't sold a pound of rice for three or four days before..." Han Tiezhu comforted him when he heard Wu Tao sigh.

"Thank you Uncle Han for your concern."

However, Han Tiezhu didn't know his difficulties.

The morning passed quickly, and there was someone pushing a small wooden cart to sell lunch. Wu Tao was hungry, so he spent a broken spirit stone to sell a lunch, one meat and one vegetarian, and kept exclaiming in his heart that the dead are precious, and there is a kind of past life. It feels like eating a packed lunch on the train.

After lunch, Wu Tao cheered up and looked at passers-by. As long as passers-by looked at his sign a few times, he would ask, "Do you need a robe?"

Hard work pays off.

After asking more than ten people, a middle-aged male dressed like a casual cultivator finally came forward and asked: "Your robe costs fifteen low-grade spiritual stones. It is too expensive. Can it be less?"

Wu Tao smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, this is the first-level and second-level blast robe. It is indispensable. If it is less, I will lose money."

The middle-aged casual cultivator said: "The light body talisman only contains four low-grade spiritual stones. It is a little faster than this wind robe."

Wu Tao's face froze, and he patiently explained: "Fellow Taoist, the light body talisman is a one-time use. You can't even buy four of the fifteen spiritual stones. Although it is faster than my robe, my robe It’s not a one-time use, it can be used for a long time.”

The middle-aged casual cultivator said: "Then how did you get this robe? If you came here in a wrong way, if you were found by the former master, you would lose your life..."

Wu Tao took the robe and assured him in a low voice: "Fellow Taoist, please rest assured. Look, this robe is brand new. It definitely didn't come from an illegitimate way, but was refined by someone else."

"Did you refine it?" A look of shock flashed across the face of the middle-aged casual cultivator, but he quickly covered it up. Shock was not suitable for bargaining: "Then show me the weapon refiner certificate certified by the Wuquan Mountain Refining Hall. look?"

"Uh..." This stumped Wu Tao. He really didn't.

Seeing this, the middle-aged casual cultivator immediately said happily: "You don't have a certificate as a weapon refiner, how can I believe that you made it? Then how can I believe in your quality? I see that fellow Taoist is sincerely selling, and I am also sincerely buying, at a fixed price , Thirteen pieces of low-grade spiritual stones, can we make a deal?"

Thirteen yuan, six yuan for rent, one yuan for Zhang Li, 10% transaction tax, one yuan and thirty broken spiritual stones, what’s left... Calculating quickly in his mind, Wu Tao shook his head and said: "Fellow Taoist, this is really not possible. .”

"Okay, if you don't sincerely sell me, then goodbye!" The middle-aged casual cultivator left without hesitation after saying this.

He was manipulated. Once upon a time, he had manipulated others in this way... Wu Tao quickly took his hand and said: "Well, if fellow Taoist really wants to buy it, don't talk about thirteen low-grade spiritual stones. Fourteen How about a low-grade spiritual stone, if it breaks within a month, it will be covered by warranty?"

This is his final line.

The middle-aged casual cultivator calculated in his mind for a moment, nodded and said: "OK!"

Wu Tao breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that the man would regret it, so he quickly wrote the transaction voucher, then paid the money and delivered the goods.

Looking at the other person's back holding the robe and leaving, I just felt that the other person's back was radiating light. It was not easy, and it was finally sold.

Wu Tao almost shed tears of excitement.

"Congratulations to Li Xiaoyou for selling the robe. Hey, it's better to sell the robe. The spiritual stone comes with a bang. By the way, doesn't Li Xiaoyou want to buy spiritual rice? I'll weigh it for you..." Han Tiezhu looked at the fourteen pieces in Wu Tao's hands. A piece of white spiritual stone, the envy in my heart!

Upon hearing this, Wu Tao immediately put the spirit stone in his hand close to his body and said, "Uncle Han, I will do it next time, I will do it next time."

Now is not the time for enjoyment.

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