After wearing a book, I fell in love with an old man in the fairy world

Shendan Pavilion is not well-known in Fangshi, but the decoration of the shop is magnificent, with everything inlaid with gold, silver, jade, agate.

But these money and vulgar things are worthless in the eyes of the monks, so even if they look brilliant on the outside, the discerning monks can see that this elixir shop is ordinary. In fact, the store manager is indeed just a little monk in the early stage of foundation establishment.

Therefore, most of the people who bought pills in this store were in the Qi refining period, and those with a little bit of cultivation would not come here. At this time, there were no customers in the store, and it was so quiet that there were almost no people there.

This was exactly in line with Lian Mourning's intention, and the body was handed over to Feng Yan for action.

"What does this senior need? I can help you introduce it. In addition to pills, our store also sells magic tools, which will definitely satisfy seniors."

Seeing that a guest finally came to the door, a guy in Tsing Yi in the attic quickly came up to greet him, with a friendly and respectful smile on his face.

Lian Mou wore a hat to cover his face, and used concealment techniques on his body. The man couldn't see his appearance and cultivation, but he could guess that he must have a good cultivation by seeing the aura of 'him' walking like a tiger. There is absolutely nothing wrong with calling seniors.

This attitude made Lian Mourn unable to help being envious again. If other people would definitely call him fellow Taoist at most, this would be the difference in aura. Even if the devil is in trouble, his level is not comparable to him.

Sighing in his heart, Lian Miao quietly stayed in the sea of ​​consciousness and let the devil manipulate his body to play, it was rare to be leisurely.

Although Feng Yan is the Supreme Demon Sect, but he also cultivated from a low-level monk, and has extremely rich experience in traveling outside.

They came today with a clear purpose, and there is no need to waste time arguing, Feng Yan said directly,

"I have a elixir that I want to sell in your store. You can't make the decision. Where is the shopkeeper?"

There are thousands of skins in the world, and there will be a day when they will be dusted. The soul is the foundation of determining a person. No matter how the original owner's skin is a monster, if you use Feng Yan to use it, the ghost will disappear. The only thing left is An inexplicable indifference.

The guy in Tsing Yi was stunned by the tone. After realizing what the guest was saying, he immediately looked serious and looked carefully again.

After waiting for a long time to confirm that the guests were not joking, and the atmosphere around them was unpredictable, the clerk in Tsing Yi was a little nervous and led them to the expensive guest room, made tea, said 'wait a moment, senior', and then quickly left to call the shopkeeper.

People in the world of cultivating immortals are very self-aware, and they will never bite the bullet and resist foolishly when they cannot decide what to do. The guy in Tsing Yi is just a rookie who has just stepped into the path of cultivation, and he dare not offend him.

Soon, the buddy led a middle-aged monk with a refined temperament over.

The other person looks ordinary, but is very kind and approachable. His body has a strong atmosphere of books. It can be seen that he is an elegant scholar who also likes books besides cultivation.

"Jiang Zongli, the shopkeeper of the Shendan Pavilion, I don't know how to call you?"

"Yan Feng."

Feng Yan's face was neither red nor nonsense, it could be seen that he was also a good guy with a mentality of lying and not blinking.

The shopkeeper couldn't figure out whether he was telling the truth or lying, and his flat tone was restrained to the extreme, but it wasn't important, and it wasn't about making friends. It was a question of whether we could still see him after the one-off business was done today. There is no need to tangle.

To be able to open a store in Fangshi, the emotional intelligence cannot be too low. I know that this kind of indifferent person is the last person who likes to waste time, and the shopkeeper is also very straightforward.

With a warm smile, he added hot tea again, and went directly to the topic,

"Just now I heard from a buddy that Fellow Daoist wants to sell a elixir. I wonder if it's convenient for me to take a look at it?"

This is nonsense at all. Who would dare to buy something without looking at its quality?Lian Mourning in the sea of ​​consciousness couldn't help complaining, he was most annoyed by these polite-speaking guys.

On the contrary, Feng Yan, a native, has long been used to it, and his attitude has not changed at all. He calmly took out the things they had prepared earlier from the storage bag.

"Gu Yuan Pill, a medium-grade pill, used by monks in the late stage of foundation establishment. It can strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality, and increase the chance of forming five layers of pills."

The light tone was no less powerful than throwing a bomb into the lake.

Almost as soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, he couldn't control his emotions and let out a long breath. The teacup in his hand shook and spilled tea, and the tone of his speech was broken.

"Fellow Daoist, are you serious?"

A medium-grade pill is not uncommon in the cultivation world, but it depends on where it is placed and what effect it has.

The path of cultivation is difficult to advance. Not everyone has excellent talent. Most people still have to rely on crazy pills if they want to advance. Especially when each class breaks through, the pills that can increase the chance of breakthrough are more important than anything else. .

The golden elixir period is a watershed. Only when one becomes a golden elixir can one be considered a real monk, and one's lifespan will increase. Below the foundation-building stage, one is still a mortal womb, buried in the earth for a hundred years.

In the plot, the heroine tempted the shopkeeper to exchange her ancestral treasures with only herbal herbs that could help her break through.

Lian Mou doesn't have any good things on him, and it's inconvenient to ask Ji Changfeng to get them, but he has a partner in the fit period. No matter how difficult the demon head is, the level is still there, and he can refine a few qualities casually A good pill is not a problem at all.

"I got this pill by chance in the secret realm, and I have tried its effect. If the spirit root is good, the probability of forming a pill is higher than seven layers, and if you want, help me find a purple gold mouse over a thousand years old."

One sentence clearly shows the level of his cultivation, which is above Jindan.

The shopkeeper's face changed when he heard the words, and without thinking about it, he immediately stood up and bowed his hands in respect.

Previously, he couldn't see through his cultivation, and only thought that the person who came was using the method of concealment, but he didn't expect to be a senior of Jindan stage. Fortunately, he has always been kind to everyone, and if he accidentally offended, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As for the possibility that the person in front of him is pretending, this is completely impossible. Will there be anyone in the world of cultivating immortals who is so stupid that he would not advance to the next level and sell the elixir?That is simply a big fool.

With such conjectures made up by the brain, the shopkeeper has already brought trepidation in his respect, and he dare not talk about the slightest word of Zhou, and speaks the truth.

"Senior, Zijin rats are hard to come by for a hundred years, and rare for a thousand years old. The small ones can't be found for a while... But the villain has a lot of contacts. If seniors give time, there is a chance to find them."

The elixir in front of you is tempting, but you have to be able to take it. The Zijin Rat is a treasure-hunting monster that monks flock to. Although it is not rare, it is also difficult to find. The older it is, the rarer it is.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to make too much money, but he also tried his best to win the opportunity, and didn't want to watch the opportunity slip away just like that.

Feng Yan remained silent, and tapped his fingers on the table slowly, as if thinking about it.

The sound of boom, boom, boom is especially clear in quiet moments, and the slow rhythm seems to have a strange magic power, which makes the heart beat slowly.

The shopkeeper was sweating on his forehead, and he didn't dare to vent his breath.

Manipulating people's hearts with every move, this is the ability of top monks and supreme beings.

Lian Mour secretly admired Feng Yan in his heart, Feng Yan didn't feel it in his mind before, but now he really feels what a master is.

He can act this kind of indifference, but he can only act, while a top monk like Feng Motou is brought out from his bones, which is different.

"Three days, I'll come back in three days. If you can't find the Zijin Rat, you can use other monsters with similar functions."

After a long while, until the shopkeeper's hair was wet with sweat, Feng Yan left without leaving a word.

When a master makes a move, there is no need to fiddle around, and the momentum is enough.

The Zijin mouse was just a cover for them to avoid suspicion, and the last sentence was the real purpose. The treasure left by the ancestor of shopkeeper Jiang was actually a monster that could be treasured.

It's just that the monster has strange habits and strong treasure hunting ability, but it's also very difficult to feed. It only eats top-grade spirit stones, and if you don't have them, you can't sleep.

High-grade spirit stones are only circulated in the hands of top monks, and it is impossible for monks who are not above the integration stage to get them.

Even the ancestor of the shopkeeper Jiang, who had to worry about spending money to raise it, and how could the shopkeeper Jiang, who was so downcast that he couldn't even make a golden pill, be able to raise it, a typical beggar who guarded the golden mountain and couldn't spend it.

The three days are for the other party to consider, and they are reluctant to exchange the temporarily useless big treasure for the useful little treasure.

In the original plot, shopkeeper Jiang agreed so that the heroine could refine the spiritual herbs that would increase the rate of forming pills, so it didn't make sense that she wouldn't be tempted by the ready-made pills now.

Three days later, when the body was handed over to Feng Yan before going, shopkeeper Jiang really gritted his teeth and took out the ancestor's things.

His lifespan is running out, if he can't seize the time to form the alchemy, then his end will be reincarnation, no matter how precious the things left by his ancestors are, he has no life to enjoy, so he might as well give it a go.

"Senior, it's really hard to find the little Zijin Mouse, but seniors of this beast can consider it. I don't know the name of this little guy, but it was passed down from my ancestors, and it is said that he is the king of treasure hunting beasts. It's just... just this Beasts are very lazy, they need to be fed with high-grade spirit stones to be obedient, otherwise they will not be able to fall asleep."

Shopkeeper Jiang handed over the simple wooden box, and inside was a golden slap mouse with big ears and eyes.

Except for the beautiful golden hair color, it is no different from ordinary low-level monsters in other places, and it is not recorded in the Beasts Monster Manual.

But only Lian Mourn knows how powerful this little guy is. The king of treasure-hunting beasts has no lies. Even the ability of this little thing is not only in treasure-hunting ability. .

Excited in his heart, Lian Mourning in the sea of ​​consciousness hurriedly urged the devil to hurry up, and he must not delay Ye Changmeng.

Feng Yan didn't realize that the little golden mouse was special, but it was still cooperative.

"Okay, I want this little guy, and you take the elixir. Since it is a treasure left by your ancestors, I will not take advantage of you. I will add a set of high-grade treasure robes for you. I will see you someday."

After getting the things in his hand, Feng Yan put down the elixir, and left the whole set of clothes for the magic weapon that he had collected from Yao Shisan in the mourning storage bag before leaving.

Even Mourning and Shopkeeper Jiang didn't react for a while.

When he came back to his senses, shopkeeper Jiang stared at the things on the table and wept with excitement, then knelt down and kowtowed three times in front of the door to leave, thanking the kind-hearted senior for the gift of Xianyuan.

And when Lian Mourning reacted, he exploded directly in the sea of ​​consciousness,

"Feng Motou, you bastard just gave away my treasure so casually!!"

"What's so precious about a narcissistic four-clawed golden dragon's obscene clothes..."

Feng Yan's face was expressionless, unmoved, and his tone was calm with extreme contempt.