Mortal Immortal Gourd

Er Gouzi looked around the black market for a while, found a corner to sit down, and took out two small bottles.

Each of the two bottles contained a pill of Pei Yuan, which was placed on the table in front of him, ready to be sold at a stall.

There were many pedestrians passing by, but no one stopped to look at the two small bottles.

The stall owners of other stalls were shouting and selling loudly, attracting many people to watch, just like a mortal market.

Er Gouzi was still young and shy, so he didn't dare to shout loudly.

He thought for a while and wrote the words "Pei Yuan" on the board in front of him with charcoal.

The medicine was a scarce item, and it was only produced by the government's alchemy room.

As soon as these words were written, more than a dozen people gathered around and asked for prices.

"Only Ling."

"There are only two Peiyuan pills in total, and one for each Ling."

There are many people asking for the price, and even more people wanting to buy.

But no one has bought it yet.

Poverty limits their courage, and they are timid and hesitant, and it is difficult to make a decision to buy.

The two monks gathered together, whispered, and discussed for a long time, and finally gathered together a Ling and bought a Peiyuan pill.

Then this person, in the envious eyes of everyone, looked around and left with the bottle of medicine in his arms.

Er Gouzi looked at the back of the person going away, wondering how they would divide it when they go back. Would they take turns and lick it each?

There were still twenty or so people watching in front of the stall. The envy and greed in their eyes almost overwhelmed Er Gouzi.

But there were so many people left, but they couldn't gather a spiritual body.

Of course, this world is not short of spiritual bodies, but it just happened that these onlookers didn't have any.

At this moment, a cultivator who didn't even wear a mask was walking towards him.

He spread his arms to both sides and pushed the onlookers away, clearing a path.

The onlookers were suddenly pushed away rudely, and they were about to curse. When they looked up and saw the face of the person coming, they immediately put away their anger and put on a smile.

Er Gouzi thought he saw this group of cultivators fighting.

Unexpectedly, this newcomer actually had the miraculous effect of clearing away heat and relieving liver qi.

It is a miraculous medicine that can make so many people turn from anger to joy at the same time.

"So it's Xia Machang."

"You have time to come here today?"

"You go first!"

...

Although they are wearing masks, it can be judged from the voice that these young monks are smiling brightly at this moment.

Trying to warm up the cold butt with a warm face.

The man called Xia Machang only nodded slightly as a response to everyone.

This man walked to the stall and reached out to take the medicine bottle, but was blocked by Er Gouzi.

"It's a valuable item. Just use your spiritual sense to check it. Please don't pass it."

There are too many stages for cultivators. If there is something unexpected with such an expensive medicine, the two of them will be entangled.

This Xia Machang was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that there were still people in this black market who didn't give him face.

However, he only frowned and did not attack. He used his spiritual sense to check the Pei Yuan medicine in the bottle and confirmed that it was correct.

"I'll buy this medicine."

Xia Machang took out two spiritual coins and stretched out his hand to take the medicine.

"The price of Pei Yuan medicine is 1 spiritual coin. I won't sell it for less."

Er Gouzi took the medicine bottle on his back and did not take the spiritual coin from the other party.

"Don't be so shameless!"

"Do you know who I am?"

Xia Machang put his fat face in front of Er Gouzi, with vegetable leaves on his yellow teeth and a foul smell in his mouth.

Er Gouzi covered his mouth and took a step back, putting the medicine bottle in his arms.

"Who are you? The groom of the commander of the Yang County."

He just learned from the discussion that the man in front of him was just the groom of the commander, who was always bullying.

People were afraid of him and gave him a high hat. They were embarrassed to call him a groom, so they called him a horse captain.

"You are so arrogant that you dare to look down on the commander. Who are you?"

"I am just an ordinary farmer. I dare not look down on the commander. I just look down on you."

People who are bullying like this. They always blame their masters for trivial matters and scare people with their masters.

"You! You..."

The tiger skin that Xia Machang usually relied on to scare people was no longer effective. He pointed at Er Gouzi and called him several times, but nothing happened.

In terms of cultivation, he is only at the fifth level of Qi training, not as good as Er Gouzi, who usually relies on using his reputation to scare people.

"Still, stay away from me, your mouth stinks!"

Er Gouzi pushed Xia Mafu aside and continued to sit on the bed to set up a stall to sell medicine.

"Peking Yuan, a piece of spiritual medicine, only one left."

He still wrote these big words on the bed with charcoal, which really attracted more people to watch.

"Today's Pei Yuan pill, I can't buy it, and no one else can buy it."

Xia Mafu stood by Er Gouzi's stall, staring at him. Others in the black market didn't dare to offend him, and no one dared to buy it.

Er Gouzi simply took the medicine bottle and didn't sell it. These few spiritual medicines were enough for the time being.

"Hehe... No one will buy your Pei Yuan except me."

Er Gouzi walked to Xia Mafu's side, kicked him in the ass, and threw him to the ground, then turned and left.

"Great! You didn't kick my ass today, you kicked the face of the captain."

"Let's wait and see."

Xia Machang was still rubbing his butt and cursing, but Er Gouzi had already walked away.

He had already walked into a shop for forging weapons.

This shop is called Bai Duan Pavilion, which can forge various weapons and also refine magic tools.

However, the materials for refining magic tools are expensive, and the technology is even more expensive, and each magic tool is priced at a sky-high price.

So for most foundation-building cultivators, getting a magic tool flying sword is considered very good.

As for Qi training cultivators, only those big families with deep family backgrounds will have it.

Qi training cultivators have a flying sword in their hands, and they are almost invincible among the cultivators of the same level.

Er Gouzi walked into the shop and first looked at the items on the shelves, refined swords and also magic tools.

"Excuse me, how much is this magic weapon flying sword?"

"This flying sword is sold for 30 yuan."

An old man stroked his white beard and said casually.

The flying sword is too expensive. Most people just ask out of curiosity and can't afford it.

The young man in front of him is in the Qi training stage. He doesn't look like a rich family. Even if he sells his life, he can't afford a flying sword.

"Are these flying swords made here?"

Er Gouzi picked up five flying swords in the last battle. Sima Yi got one, and the rest are in his hands.

In addition to the one he picked up in the cult cave before, he has a total of five flying swords.

Seeing these flying swords on the shelf, the shapes and styles are quite similar to the flying swords in his hands.

"Yes, all the magic weapons in the store are made by me."

The old man stroked his beard complacently when he heard this.

These days, there are not many weapon refiners who can refine magic weapons.

Er Gouzi reached into his backpack and took out a flying sword.

"Did you refine this too?"

When the old man saw the flying sword Er Gouzi took out, his pupils shrank, and it seemed that he was not as good as he looked.

"That's right, the magic weapons I refined all have such a rune on them. This is the unique mark of our store."

The old man pointed to a rune pattern on the flying sword and showed it to Er Gouzi.

Er Gouzi knew that the flying swords in the cult were all bought here.

The quality of this weapon refinery shop should be quite good.

"It's like this, I want to customize a magic weapon..."

Er Gouzi repeated his request.

The material of the heavy sword in his hand was still a little inferior. Every time he fought, it was pitted and even broken.

This time he wanted to forge a real heavy sword of the magic weapon level.

After listening to this, the old man stroked his beard and looked embarrassed.

"The refining skills are definitely no problem, but I don't have so many materials in my hand."

"Don't you have materials yourself?"

For this small shop, this is a big deal, and the old man doesn't want to give up.

"I can help you dissolve this flying sword, and add some more materials, but it's still not enough."

"I still have a few flying swords in my hand. Do you think they are suitable?"

Er Gouzi said, and took out another flying sword and piled them all in front of the old man.

When the old man saw this pile of flying swords, he tightly grabbed the beard on his chin, and his heart was beating wildly.

Who did he meet today?

He looked plain and didn't look like a nobleman in the city, but he actually took out five flying swords at once.

This kind of person must be the son of a high-ranking official, or a high-ranking member of a cult.

However, he has been operating in the black market for many years and understands one thing: don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask.

If you know too much at the right time, you will worry about your life.

Whether it is the government or the cult, they are all his customers. It is the right way to make money without asking questions.

"Look, are these flying swords enough?"

"Enough, enough!"

The old man picked up the flying swords one by one and found that the quality of these flying swords was much better than the ones he usually refined.

Sure enough, there must be a master behind the young man.

"How much does it cost?"

"Because the heavy sword you need is relatively large, it consumes more materials. Even if I fuse these five flying swords, I will have to add a lot of materials into it..."

"Give me another 50 spiritual energy."

The old man quoted a fair price based on each material and his own wages.

"I don't have so much spiritual energy in my body. Can I use it to cultivate my essence?"

"Of course!"

The old man smiled happily when he heard this. It was very reasonable.

Only the government's alchemy room sells medicine. Medicine is more rare than spiritual energy. Even if you have spiritual energy in your body, you may not be able to buy medicine.

After the two agreed on the price, the old man asked Er Gouzi to rest and wait in a room.

After waiting for a whole day, the heavy sword was finally refined.

"This sword weighs 240 jin, is 8 feet long and 7 feet wide, and is engraved with nine runes and arrays..."

The old man introduced the function of this sword to Er Gouzi in detail.

"Good, not bad!"

"I would like to ask what the functions of these runes on the magic weapon are?"

Er Gouzi took this opportunity to ask about some runes.

He was still thinking about the runes on the jade plate, so he just wanted to explain it indirectly.

The old man had just done a big business and was in a good mood.

In addition, he felt that the young man in front of him had an extraordinary identity and was willing to make friends and curry favor with him, and to have long-term cooperation in the future.

Therefore, he was also very happy to explain some knowledge about runes and arrays to him.

The two of them talked for most of the day and drank several pots of tea.