Rise of Qinglian

The martial arts arena is very large, and the ground is paved with huge white stone slabs.

There is a huge circular platform in the center, and there are many stalls around the circular platform.

The stall owners are dressed in different styles and have very different accents.

They were all guests invited by the Song family. The Song family sent a team of monks to guard here to prevent anyone from making trouble.

Wang Qingshan's eyes quickly passed over these stalls. Although there were many kinds of things, there were nothing good.

Suddenly, he stopped and squatted down in front of a stall.

The stall owner is a young woman wearing a red skirt. The young woman has delicate features, white skin, and a bit of heroic spirit that is rare for women between her eyebrows.

She was holding an ancient book in her hand, reading it with gusto.

"How to sell this glazed stone?"

Wang Qingshan pointed to a glass-like crystal stone on the stall and asked.

Glazed stone is an excellent second-level weapon refining material. It is usually used to refine defensive magic weapons. It can also be refined into flying swords to increase the toughness of flying swords.

"Only exchange, not sell."

The woman in the red dress said without raising her head and her tone was indifferent.

There is a sign on the stall with a line of small words written on it - exchange for fire attribute refining materials, ordinary ones will not be exchanged.

"I don't have any fire-attribute refining materials. How about I use a second-level puppet beast or a second-level spiritual talisman in exchange?"

"No need to change, only fire-attribute refining materials, ordinary ones will not be changed."

The tone of the woman in the red dress was very indifferent, giving people the feeling of being thousands of miles away.

Wang Qingshan shook his head, stood up, and walked away.

There is no way to force this kind of exchange.

Wang Qingzhi and Wang Changfei walked on the spacious streets. It was the first time for Wang Qingzhi to leave Wei State, and everything he saw was new.

His eyes lit up and he suddenly quickened his pace. Wang Changfei hurriedly followed.

Wang Qingzhi walked into a decoration shop. There were various decorations hanging in the store, including jade hostas, jade bracelets, jade hairpins, etc. These things are all used by immortal cultivators.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this hairpin?"

Wang Qingzhi asked, pointing to a green jade hairpin.

"The jade butterfly hairpin, a medium-grade spiritual weapon, is a defensive spiritual weapon. It is made of sapphire as the main material and contains eighty spiritual stones."

"Qingzhi, you are a grown man, why did you buy a hosta?"

Wang Changfei came over and asked curiously.

"I bought it for my sister. She should like it. Shopkeeper, eighty spiritual stones are too expensive. Make it cheaper."

"Sir, we are a small business and don't have much profit. Therefore, the minimum of seventy-eight spiritual stones cannot be any less."

Wang Qingzhi had never bought anything before. As soon as he heard this, he was about to agree, but was stopped by Wang Changfei.

"Which decoration store we visited just now also has a medium-grade spiritual weapon. It only costs fifty yuan of spiritual stones. Your price is eighty. Do you think we are easy to cheat? Fifty-five yuan, no more."

The shopkeeper showed a bitter face and said with some embarrassment: "Sir, I can't even get fifty-five pieces of spiritual stones. So, let's each give in. Seventy pieces can't be any less."

"Fifty-five, forget it if you don't want to sell it."

After Wang Changfei said this, he pulled Wang Qingzhi out.

"Sixty, this is the lowest price."

Wang Changfei pulled Wang Qingzhi away without looking back.

"Uncle Thirteen, sixty spiritual stones are already twenty dollars cheaper. Why don't you buy them?"

Wang Qingzhi was greatly puzzled.

"You! There are too few coming out. When he sees you are so young, he must have quoted a high price. We are outsiders. What they do is a one-time deal. As long as the quality of the things is good, there is no problem in selling them more expensively. Shop around. , take a look around, don’t rush to buy anything, you have been farming and raising fish at home, you don’t know that it is difficult to earn spiritual stones, uncle is right.”

Wang Changfei took Wang Qingzhi to several decoration stores. He bargained very hard, which made Wang Qingzhi gain a lot of knowledge.

Wang Qingzhi saw a lot of decorations, but he didn't see anything he liked.

"Fellow Taoist, the minimum price is forty-five spiritual stones. This Ziyun Bracelet is a mid-grade spiritual weapon after all. The original price was seventy spiritual stones. Now forty-five spiritual stones is already the best price. It can't be Nothing less.”

A man who looked like a shopkeeper held a purple jade bracelet and said with a smile.

Wang Changfei looked at Wang Qingzhi, who shook his head.

"Forty-five yuan is still too expensive, but thirty yuan is about the same."

"Thirty yuan? Fellow Taoist, go and look elsewhere! If thirty yuan of spiritual stones can buy a medium-grade spiritual weapon, I will buy as many as there are."

Wang Changfei took Wang Qingzhi out, and he knew what Wang Qingzhi was thinking.

When he was Wang Qingzhi's age, he would accompany his elders to the market. He would buy the things he liked, even if they were more expensive. He wanted to swear in this way that when he grew up, he would not need to be told by his elders.

"Uncle Thirteen, I still like the hosta I saw first."

Wang Qingzhi hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly.

When he saw the hosta, the figure of Qi Shanshan wearing the hairpin appeared in his mind. No matter how many decorations he saw, he still thought that the hosta was good.

"If you like it, go take a look! If it suits you, buy it."

They returned to the decoration shop where they started and bought the hosta for fifty-nine spiritual stones.

Wang Qingzhi paid off the spirit stone and put away the hosta with a deep smile on his face.

"Xian Qi will definitely look good wearing this hosta."

Wang Qingzhi thought secretly.

On the third floor of Sanyuanju, Wang Ruyan was drinking tea and chatting with a man and two women. They were talking and laughing, and they got along very harmoniously.

The Wang family has a wide network of friends. Before Wang Ruyan got married, he followed his elders to visit many immortal cultivating families, so he had a wide network of contacts.

She asked people about where foreign monks gathered, and met an acquaintance in Sanyuanju.

If Wang Changsheng was here, he should also know the man.

This person's name is Fang Zixu. Wang Changsheng met this person at an exchange meeting when Bailong Valley held a large-scale auction.

One woman is about thirty years old, dressed as a young woman, and is Fang Zixu’s Taoist companion Ye Yunshang. The other woman is not that old, fifteen or sixteen years old, tall and has two cute little ones on her face. Dimples, she is Fang Zixu’s only daughter Fang Siruo.

The Wang family's residence is relatively far away from the Fang family, and the two families have little friendship, so naturally they have little contact. When Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan got married, the Fang family still sent someone to send them a congratulatory gift.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you really agree with what you said. The waves behind you in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Ling Qianjin is still young and has reached the sixth level of Qi refining. Unlike my son, who is still at the fifth level of Qi refining. I am worried to death."

Wang Ruyan said in an envious tone.

Fang Zixu was very happy to hear Wang Ruyan praising his daughter.

"Mrs. Wang is ridiculous. This girl Siruo is not as good as you said. Your Wang family is good at puppetry. Your son must have delayed his cultivation by learning the puppetry! Unlike Siruo, who doesn't know any skills, so he has to spend more time. Time to practice.”

"Mrs. Wang, is your son here? Why not call him here and let the juniors get to know each other."

Ye Yunshang smiled slightly.