Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

  Chapter 68 Baibao Pavilion

  Baiyun City, at the entrance and exit.

  One is wearing a cloak, with a hood covering most of his cheeks, and the dark yellow face is faintly visible.

   This attire did not attract the attention of the surrounding monks. There were metal masks around, and some monks even wore bone masks, headgear, etc., which is not surprising.

   This is Cheng Buzheng, who has been carefully dressed, using a double disguise of physics and magic.

   After scanning around subconsciously, he joined the long queue queuing to enter the city.

As the team moved forward slowly, he walked forward absent-mindedly, and at the same time couldn't help thinking that the few elixir plants he needed now, the green spirit grass from the Fenglu Pavilion, had been successfully purchased, but the remaining three kinds of elixir The medicine has not yet arrived.

  Although he also wanted to announce the task of finding the elixir, but at this moment, in the eyes of others, he was just a monk in the early stage of Qi training.

   "I don't know, but in Baiyun City, can we find the other three elixir?

  At the very least, you must first find the horse chestnut and refine the (extreme version) Naqi Pill.

As for the (extreme version) Gathering Qi Pill, you won’t be able to use it in a short period of time. It’s better to buy it. If you can’t buy it, you should also check it out in advance. Neither is the direction. "

   not long.

  After entering Baiyun City, Cheng Buzheng walked on the small path in the area above the stalls, and saw that there were almost no signs of refining the elixir of Qi in many stalls, and said with regret in his heart.

   "The elixir on the street stalls is getting rarer and rarer, and it's too cheap to get it. In the end, I still have to go to the store."

  After visiting the street stall area, he still didn't find the panacea he needed. Then, Cheng Buzheng stopped, turned around and walked towards the shop area.

   not long.

  A young man with a cloak and a hood covering most of his cheeks, with a dark yellow face, stopped in front of the luxurious attic door.

  The attic covers a very large area, with a total of six floors. There is an open door, and on the plaque above the door, there are three big characters "Baibao Pavilion" written on it, which are shining and dazzling.

   Cheng Buzheng did not hesitate, and strode into the hall.

  The luxurious hall can accommodate more than 20 people without being crowded.

  The inside is resplendent and resplendent, and the walls on all sides are inlaid with rare and exotic beasts carved by spirit mines, which are lifelike.

   There are three super long counters in the hall, all of which are made of crystal, and many monks are walking around in it, creating a very lively scene.

  On both sides of the gate, several attendants in green clothes stood.

   Not far away, a servant in green clothes and a monk who looked like a guest were communicating with each other.

  A few attendants in green clothes on the side of the gate, a rather handsome young man came over.

  He bowed to Cheng Buzheng,

   "Guest, what do you need to buy?"

  Cheng Buzheng suppressed his voice and said hoarsely.

   "Buy some elixir!"

   After the attendant in Tsing Yi listened, his eyes lit up, and he said respectfully:

   "Dear guest, this way please!"

   After finishing speaking, he led him towards the second floor!

  Climb to the second floor and walk into a room with a radius of three feet.

  The four walls of the room are all wooden walls made of spirit wood, with simple patterns and antique furniture carved on them.

   Overall, it looks quite simple and elegant.

  Beside the table in the middle, a thin old man was sitting.

  Wearing a white Confucian robe, drinking tea leisurely.

  Cheng Buzheng sensed the surging spiritual pressure emanating from the old man in the Confucian robe.

   "Absolutely a cultivator at the peak of Qi training, I, little shrimp, have to be careful."

  The attendant in Tsing Yi walked quickly to the side of the old Taoist, bowed his head and whispered something in his ear.

  The old man in the Confucian robe put down his teacup in a calm manner, got up and said with a smile,

   "This little friend, what kind of elixir do you need?"

  Cheng Buzheng did not speak, and handed over a jade slip.

  The old man in the Confucian robe smiled and took the jade slip.

  Less pour.

   "Could it be that little friend is an alchemist?"

  Cheng Buzheng secretly thought, are the eyes of the current shopkeeper so poisonous? After several kinds of elixir, it was deduced whether the other party was an alchemist, or the other party was just reasoning. After all, most of the monks who bought the elixir were alchemists.

  He knew that he had to dispel the suspicion of the old man in the Confucian robe, and pulled down his hood, revealing a dark yellow youthful face.

   "Senior, do you think I can refine middle-grade pills?"

The old man in the Confucian robe was stunned for a moment. He just noticed that he was a monk at the third level of Qi training. Chinese medicine pill.

  Every middle-grade alchemist has experienced countless failures, slowly increasing the success rate, and then promoted, it is absolutely impossible to be promoted all at once.

  So every alchemist is very precious, and he is also the target of his wooing. Although the guess is wrong, the young man in front of him must have something to do with the alchemist.

  Thinking of this, the old man in the Confucian robe showed a gentle smile.

   "These spiritual herbs are not cheap!"

   "Do you have them all?"

   "Aesculus, lily, and solar eclipse, these three are not!"

   "I don't know. What else do you need?"

"there is none left."

  The old man in the Confucian robe said with a smile,

   "Little friend. For whom did you buy the elixir!"

  Cheng Buzheng, his heart skipped a beat. It seems that this problem cannot be avoided. Of course,

   "Of course I bought it for my master."

   "Who is your master! Maybe I still know him! I will give you a discount for acquaintances."

  Cheng Buzheng thought to himself, I know a woolen man. I'm sitting right in front of you!

   "Who knows what that old man's name is!

  Others call him 'Huang Laoguai'"

  Cheng Buzheng said casually.

  The old man in the Confucian robe thought to himself:

   "There is no alchemist surnamed Huang in Baiyun City!

  Hmm. There is a high possibility that it is a foreign monk. "

   "If my friend can recommend your master, I will give you a 5% discount this time, how about it?"

  The old man in the Confucian robe showed a honey-like smile.

  As a performer, Cheng Buzheng immediately showed his superb acting skills, looked at the old man in the Confucian robe, and showed a look of fear, as if he would be punished by his master.

   "No way!"

  The old man in the Confucian robe showed a look of pity, and then turned his eyes.

   "How do you sell the pills refined by your master!"

  Cheng Buzheng immediately took out a professional quality and said triumphantly.

   "Of course, I set up a street stall to sell it!

Ok! Not all the precious pills I sell are all handled by the master. "

  He muttered in his heart, a scholar has a lot of eyes

  The old man in Confucianism robes, smiling like an old fox,

   "Your master asked you to sell elixir, but you can come to me. And every time there is a benefit"

   Cheng Buzheng showed hesitation, and glanced at the old man in the Confucian robe.

   "Is there any error in the spirit stone?

   Otherwise, I won’t be able to pay the job! "

  The old man in the Confucian robe was slightly taken aback, and was silent for a moment.

   "There is a little error, you go back. Just ask your master and you will know!

  If you persuade your master, all the elixirs you refine will be sold to this pavilion, and I will give you some kickbacks, how about it? "

  The old man in the Confucian robe, once again tempted him.

  Cheng Buzheng's face was constantly changing, from the initial heartbeat, hesitation, to the final firmness, the transition between expressions was quite natural and harmonious.

   "Okay! I'll go back and try!" Afterwards, he fixed his gaze on the old man in the Confucian robe and said, "What's the benefit?"

  The old man in the Confucian robe thought for a while,

   "How about a low-grade magic weapon!"

  Cheng Buzheng took a deep breath, and murmured in his heart, it's really generous, a low-grade magic weapon starts with at least fifty spirit stones.

   "Okay, wait for my good news!"

   Then, he showed a look of urgency,

   "This is a spirit stone, and it is a bargain with the elixir. Quickly bring me the elixir. I have to go back and persuade the master!"

   As he spoke, he slapped the storage bag, and put the Lingshi and some long-necked porcelain bottles on the table.

   Then the old man in the Confucian robe moved his mouth a few times.

  Seeing the attendant in Tsing Yi, he saluted slowly and exited the room.

  A moment later, the attendant in Tsing Yi entered the room again and handed a storage bag to the Confucian robed old man.

  After the transaction was completed, Cheng Buzheng walked out of the room quickly, seemingly in a hurry.

  Inside the room.

  The attendant in Tsing Yi said respectfully to the old man in the Confucian robe,

   "Steward, do you want us to send someone to follow and find the address of the alchemist directly."

  The old man in the Confucian robe shook his head and said,

   "That's a big taboo. Even if the address is found, so what? Are there few examples like this? You know what the final result will be."

   "Then with this young man, can it be done?"

  The attendant in Tsing Yi said with some hesitation.

   "That's better than going directly to the door, the effect is better!"

  The old man in the Confucian robe glanced at the attendant in Tsing Yi, and said:

   "It's also possible. Little guy, he will give us a surprise!"

   "Improbable, right? Who would listen to a boy." The attendant in Tsing Yi looked disbelieving.

   "Sometimes, people's feelings will influence a person's choice! You should study hard!"

  The old man in the Confucian robe smiled slightly.

   After Cheng Buzheng ran out of the 'Baibao Pavilion', he turned here and there, changing his face and body shape from time to time. After confirming many times and no one was following him, he started the next action.

   Then he went in and out, selling pills in batches and in small quantities in major stores, and at the same time bought a small amount of the elixir needed for Naqi Dan.

  Three hours later, he bought enough elixir for Naqi Dan, but he still couldn't find the elixir he urgently needed.

  “Eggs cannot be put in one basket

  The same goes for shopping, life is full of routines.”

  The constantly changing route, seeing that no one is following him, he still dare not be careless

   Then, Cheng Buzheng came to the street stall area, the busiest place in Fangshi, and prepared to set up a stall.

   It has always been his practice philosophy to be more secure in everything.

   PS: Set up a bowl, three requests for politeness (ask for collection, ask for recommendation, ask for tickets)

   Three thousand characters, Dazhang/Sincerely!

  (end of this chapter)