Chapter 3: Miscellaneous Parrot, Auction Begins
In his small courtyard, Wei Zhong holds the high-quality Qi-nourishing Pill he just bought.
Half of the more than 300 spirit stones he had just earned were gone in the blink of an eye, which made Wei Zhong lament that it was not easy to become an immortal.
‘Forget it, the auction will do its best. ’
Considering the scale of this auction, Wei Zhong wondered whether he should participate as a spiritual farmer Wei Zhong or as a casual cultivator Chu He.
Wei Zhong has been operating as a spiritual farmer for many years and already has some connections in the Yan family. Even if he takes photos of some precious spiritual objects, it will be safer in the Yan family's territory.
If the Chuhe cultivators are scattered, there may be a few battles after the meeting.
‘Wei Zhong should take action. ’
‘We can’t count on the life-extending pill Wei Zhong at the auction. Due to its rarity, I don’t know how many people are watching. ’
‘I am very satisfied if I can buy some healing elixirs. ’
The life span of high-level Qi Refining monks is at least 150 years, which is at least half longer than that of ordinary people. Long-lived people can even live to 178 years.
But Wei Zhong’s upper limit of lifespan is only one hundred and thirty-seven.
After all, the martial arts in the early years were a bit eager for quick success, and the injuries caused in the mortal world had a serious impact on the subsequent journey of cultivating immortals.
It would be great if you could buy some elixirs that could strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality.
Treat this injury and you won’t have to worry about Shouyuan in a short time.
There is no need to be downgraded multiple times. It will be a bit troublesome if someone finds out.
By the way, this longevity incident can also be attributed to the treatment of injuries.
After all, it is unreasonable for a dying old man to do sit-ups.
In this way, I can farm safely in the Yan family for a few years.
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Three days later, there were many foreign monks stationed in the Yan family, and tomorrow was a good day for the auction.
The monks who were attracted began to trade with each other among themselves. For a time, the area outside the Yan family's residence seemed to have become a market. Many monks were confused among them, and two or three casual cultivators died.
In order to maintain order and stability, the Yan family simply set aside a piece of land for the purpose of trading with foreign monks. They also dispatched disciples from the clan to patrol on a daily basis to protect the Yan family's face.
“How do you sell this parrot?”
Wei Zhong said to the old man behind the stall.
In front of him stood a half-meter-high birdcage with three birds in it.
The two feathers are white and extraordinary. The other one was mixed with six or seven colors including black, red, gray, etc. It was obvious that the blood was impure.
The stall owner is a middle-aged man with a long beard that hangs down to his chest. Wei Zhong was a little surprised when he asked about this variegated bird.
"This is a strange species among the white-feathered parrots, and it is suspected that the bloodline has mutated. One hundred low-grade spiritual stones will belong to fellow Taoists."
Wei Zhong shook his head, obviously the other party regarded him as his child. All in vain.
"Ten spiritual stones. Fellow Taoist, don't think this is cheap. A white-feathered parrot only costs fifty spiritual stones.
Fellow Taoist, this miscellaneous feather is probably the bloodline between a white-feathered parrot and a mortal bird. , its eyesight is dull, not as agile as the other two, and I am afraid it will fall into the category of spiritual beasts."
The white-feathered parrot is usually only a first-level spiritual beast, which is equivalent to the realm of Qi refining. And his strength is average, with no combat power or other special abilities.
Only its feathers are white and extraordinarily beautiful, plus it is somewhat agile, making it one of the smarter types among ordinary spiritual beasts. It is deeply loved by monks and is an ornamental spiritual beast.
As soon as Wei Zhong's words came out, the other party's face turned ugly.
‘It seems I was right. ’
“Fellow Taoist can’t lower the price for forty spiritual stones.”
It seemed that he was eager to sell it, and when he quoted it again, he almost cut it in half.
Wei Zhong stretched out his hands.
“Ten spirit stones.”
The stall owner seemed a little unwilling. "Thirty pieces..."
Wei Zhong turned around and left.
I just saw that the parrot was colorful and kind of friendly, and I wanted to put it in the courtyard as a gadget to relieve my boredom, but I didn't want to spend spiritual stones to cultivate it as a spiritual beast.
Seeing Wei Zhong leave directly, the stall owner finally became anxious:
"Fellow Taoist, stay..."
A moment later, Wei Zhong walked through the market carrying a smaller birdcage, which contained the parrot.
Walking around the entire market, Wei Zhong found that there were a lot of good things among them, and of course the prices were also good.
More casual cultivators opened their mouths. Wei Zhong saw a casual cultivator holding up an unknown black fragment. He said it was a fragment of a magic weapon and might contain the inheritance of a certain alchemy cultivator. The price is five hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
A magic weapon is a third-level or above magic weapon, which can only be used flexibly by at least Danjie monks.
Wei Zhong has never seen it, so it's hard to make a judgment.
The monks also sneered at this.
‘Five hundred low-grade spiritual stones. A spiritual farmer like me needs to make money without eating or drinking for at least five or six years. Who would spend money to buy this thing. '
Wei Zhong turned around and left. Even if what the stall owner said was true, so what, it's just a small fragment. What's the use to him? If he has this little spiritual stone, he might as well buy a few bottles to improve his cultivation. of elixirs.
As for the inheritance of the alchemy monks, Wei Zhong thinks that he does not have that luck.
In the past life, the card drawing was always "clear sky", how could I dare to do this kind of drawing.
But then I thought about it, does the fact that I can travel here mean that I am blessed?
Wei Zhong shook his head, he only had three days to live after traveling through time.
A little blessing, but not much.
Back at his residence, Wei Zhong hung the parrot cage in the courtyard.
He doesn’t have any spiritual beasts, and he also has no way to control them. The stall owner has also sold this kind of method, but the price is not very good, and it is not as affordable as buying it from Yanjia.
Two grains of spiritual rice popped out from his hand. The parrot flapped its wings twice and took it into its mouth.
"Well, you know how to eat by yourself, so you're not stupid. With mixed hair, I'll call you Jiucai.
Jiucai, leek, this name is like returning to the previous life."< br>
Wei Zhong turned around and returned to the room. Jiucai looked at Wei Zhong's leaving figure without any reaction until no one was seen anymore, then he turned his head and looked at the big tree in the courtyard.
I was stunned...
The next day, the Yan family was in a state of flux, and all the cultivators went to the auction place.
Even the spiritual farmers in the fields were no exception. Seeing Wei Zhong follow the crowd, the familiar spiritual farmers all said hello.
A spiritual farmer who has been cultivating the Yan family for decades and is at the eighth level of Qi refining can be considered a figure.
Wei Zhong nodded in return and did not come forward to talk, maintaining his usual persona.
After entering the venue, Wei Zhong was stopped by a young monk.
Seeing Wei Zhong release the spiritual pressure of a high-level Qi Refining monk, Yan Qiyu's eyes were somewhat respectful.
"Senior, please pay the admission fee for two spirit stones."
Wei Zhong handed over the two spirit stones with ease and received a token from his hand.
Kan, Jia, Seventy-six, it seems that the scale of this auction is really quite big.
Behind Wei Zhong, Yan Qiyu stopped another monk and said the same words. The latter's face turned red and seemed a little angry...
Two spiritual stones are not many, But it wasn't brought by strong winds.
By charging admission fees in this way, those who are not wealthy will be kept out of the venue, which can be regarded as a screening.
But Yan Jiaguang must have made a lot of money by collecting the spirit stones this time.
(End of this chapter)