Qingyang Dange.
Today we welcomed two foundation-building monks. The Qi practitioner who received them did not dare to neglect them and hurriedly greeted the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper of Qingyang Dan Pavilion is a monk who practices Qi Dzogchen.
Of course, there are only eleven levels of Qi training itself, and the ones above are the foundation-building monks.
However, some people who take the Foundation Establishment Pill but fail to achieve a breakthrough will transcend the eleven levels of general Qi training and reach another state of perfection.
They have lost the courage to continue moving forward and cannot afford the second Foundation Building Pill, so they generally do not continue to practice but go out to look for a living.
Either helping the family run a store, running merchants or escorting shipments, or hunting monsters to open up new trade routes.
If it is really rotten wood and can only cultivate to the early stage of Qi training without making any progress, the family will arrange to do dirtier and more tiring work, such as mining.
The shopkeeper in front of me falls into the former category.
On the way here, I heard Ding Xie talk about the cultivating family behind Qingyang Dan Pavilion, the Zhu family.
"I, Zhu Yunshen, have met these two seniors."
The Taoist robe is made of Qiluo, which further shows the man's wealth. Judging from his age, he is estimated to be forty or fifty years old.
Zhu Yunshen was also quite surprised. Today he saw two Foundation-Building monks who were rarely seen in the past. They seemed to be strangers and came together.
"I wonder what elixir you two seniors want?"
"The only elixir available in the store's foundation-building period is the Qingyang elixir used for cultivation."
In the elegant room, Zhu Jianshen hurriedly introduced the elixirs in the Dan Pavilion.
It is difficult to refine the elixirs in the foundation-building stage, and other types of elixirs are difficult to sell. The best choice is naturally the elixirs used in practice.
Ding Xie picked up the tea and asked casually: "Do you want to take the elixir?"
Zhu Yunshen pondered slightly, shook his head and said, "Sorry, senior, in order to ensure the effectiveness and quality of all elixirs, we do not accept elixirs from outside."
For elixirs produced by casual cultivators outside, one is a quality issue, and the other is a quantity issue.
Why can they hang the name of Qingyang Dan Pavilion? The main thing Dan Pavilion sells is Qingyang Dan. The Qingyang Dan at the foundation building level is slightly weaker, but the quality and quantity of Qingyang Dan at the Qi training level are guaranteed.
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A sign that people recognize, a time-honored brand will not deceive people into destroying its sign, nor will it leave anything in the elixir.
After operating it for a long time, the monks trusted it.
You can't just sell any elixir. If something goes wrong, the compensation will be small, but the sign will be damaged, and they will never be able to bear this responsibility.
And what rare and good things can the foundation-building monks come up with?
If it's really a good thing, wouldn't it be better to go to the auction house directly?
As the master of Yangcheng, Master Yuyanyan has many disciples and manages most of the industries in Yangcheng. That is his golden sign.
"How about you take a look first."
Ding Xie did not give up but took out the Yinhun Dan.
"This is... elixir?"
Zhu Jianshen looked at the black elixir beads as big as eggs with an expression of astonishment. The elixirs were usually as big as the belly of a finger. How could there be such elixirs? Can they be swallowed?
"Let Peng Fei, the alchemist, come over and take a look."
After a while, a young monk at the eighth level of qi training appeared in the private room. He first greeted Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie in fear, and then asked what was going on.
"Uncle Six, this elixir smells fine."
"It's just that if you don't try it, you really don't know the specific potency of the medicine."
"Senior, can I scrape off some powder for inspection?"
After hearing the young monk's words, Ding Xie looked at Tu Shanjun who was standing aside.
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly: "If the structure is destroyed, the potency of the medicine will be greatly reduced."
"Just eat it whole?"
The young man looked shocked. He had never seen this pill before.
Normally, when checking the elixir, you can use a tool to scrape off the powder and you can identify it.
I didn't expect to encounter this kind of elixir, whose potency will be greatly reduced if its structure is damaged.
…
The two walked out of Qingyang Dan Pavilion.
Later, I visited several Dan Pavilions, but all failed.
There was no explosion as Ding Xie imagined, and they basically rejected the two of them politely.
If it weren't for the two of them being foundation-building monks, they would probably have to be beaten out.
The elixir cannot be scraped or cut, it can only be eaten whole.
For things with unknown origins, the people in Dan Pavilion are only in the realm of Qi training, so they don't dare to try them.
Even when I told them they could take one, they politely refused.
Tu Shanjun was not discouraged. This was what he had expected. Even if they were allowed to take it and experience the power of the medicine, they might not actually accept the pill in their hands.
He didn't want to make a fortune from this thing, he just wanted to make a fortune from spiritual stones.
Using resources to find Hou Boxu's family is Tu Shanjun's purpose.
"Brother Tu, we have no reputation, so we can't guarantee..."
Ding Xie sighed. He had taken the Yin Soul Pill. This pill was of great help to the foundation-building monks. It was at least better than the low-grade foundation-building Qi Condensation Pill. He didn't expect these people to know the difference.
Walking through the market, he saw those Qi practitioners and even Foundation-building monks setting up stalls. Ding Xie was surprised and said: "Brother Tushan, how about we set up a stall and sell it ourselves?"
It would be okay if there were only a few pills, but if Tu Shanjun wants to take action, he will definitely need hundreds of pills.
Even if the casual cultivators can't eat it, why don't they have to try one in advance?
If you try it but don’t buy it, then call on more people to try it, then if you can’t sell it, you’ll end up spending a lot of money in vain.
"Is there a bigger Dan Pavilion?"
"bigger."
"There really is one."
Ding Xie slapped his thigh fiercely. Yangcheng is so big, who is the biggest? Of course it is Master Yuyan.
Fallen Heart Pill Pavilion.
"The Taoist friends from Wanfa Sect are here. The little girl is really disappointed to welcome them from afar."
The woman wearing a veil and a Chiyang Taoist robe raised her hands in salute, but her eyes did not stay on Ding Xie's body, but on Tu Shanjun's body.
Tu Shanjun tugged on his hood. It was okay to deceive the Qi-training monks with this outfit, but it was too fanciful to deceive the Foundation-building monks.
"I, Ding Xie of Wanfa Sect, have met Taoist friend." Ding Xie smiled. Although he did not hide his identity, the other party could point out his identity when he saw the two of them. This can also be seen in Yangcheng's
news-clever.
Tu Shanjun bowed his hands and said, "I'm Zhao Shixian."
Originally, he wanted to return to the Soul Flag directly, but Ding Xie insisted on letting him show up, saying that he was also the owner of the elixir, so he had to negotiate it himself.
"The little girl Zi Shaoqing has been appointed as the chief shopkeeper of the Falling Heart Pill Pavilion."
Ding Xie cupped his hands and said calmly: "You are so polite, fellow Taoist Zi. Who doesn't know the name of the Nine Shaoyang Sons? The name of Zi Fairy is even more thunderous. He has such cultivation at such a young age..."
Zi Shaoqing couldn't help but laugh, these fellow Taoists from Wanfa Sect were quite interesting.
Tu Shanjun only felt that he was worthy of being Ding Xie.
If he were asked to say something flattering, he would never be able to say it, and would even feel embarrassed.
Of course, Tu Shanjun doesn't feel ashamed. This is a very powerful social skill, but it's a pity that he doesn't have it.
"I don't know what the two fellow Taoists are doing?"
"If you want to buy elixirs, can you recommend a few kinds?" Even though she was wearing a veil, she could still see Zi Shaoqing's beauty, and her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and the slightest flicker made her heart beat.
Tu Shanjun seemed to have never seen him before and said blankly: "Selling elixirs."
He said and took out the elixir.
Ding Xie said nothing. Since they had just entered, Zi Shaoqing recognized them and must have known that they had visited many Dan Pavilions.
We have just talked about enough. Whether it will work or not depends on the quality of the elixir and whether the person knows the product.
Zi Shaoqing picked up the Yinhun Dan as if she already knew it, and then asked: "Can I try it?"
"Yes, it's absolutely possible. Fellow Taoist, please rest assured, our elixir will definitely satisfy you."
After taking the Yinhun Pill in one mouthful, Zi Shaoqing closed her eyes and counted her breaths before suddenly opening her eyes.
She didn't expect this elixir to be so effective. It had complete medicinal properties and was absorbed faster than spirit stones. This was outrageous.
The most important thing is that the spiritual energy is pure, peaceful and not agitated. If she predicts it is right, the practitioner will not be knocked unconscious by the power of the medicine after taking this elixir.
It even provides some subtle nourishment to the soul, which is beneficial to monks in the middle stage of foundation building.
"How many Taoist friends are there?"
Tushanjun stretched out two fingers.
"Two hundred?" Zi Shaoqing's tone was a little higher.
Tu Shanjun looked dull, but in fact he had a talisman of more than 2,000 items.
I didn't treat him as a baby before, so I fed Wen Yue fiercely.
It took ten years to forcefully lift a person who defied his innate qualifications to the perfection of Qi training, and even build the foundation of Yin Shen.
It's a pity that Wen Yue's physical body can't hold on any longer, otherwise he really would have a chance to change his fate against the odds.
"Price?" Tu Shanjun asked.
When the price was mentioned, Zi Shaoqing immediately calmed down and said in deep thought: "If this pill, fellow Taoist, can reach two hundred pills, I can give you the price of twenty-four low-grade spiritual stones."
Ding Xie's pupils next to him narrowed slightly. What kind of concept is this? Two hundred pills can be sold for almost five thousand spiritual stones.
The one who was most shocked was Tu Shanjun. He didn't expect this thing to be so valuable. He used to sell it to Datou all for low-grade spiritual stones.
"not enough."
"Thirty low-grade spiritual stones."
"Fellow Daoist, this is already a lot. You and fellow Daoist Ding have gone to several alchemy pavilions. They won't accept elixirs from unknown sources at all. The only ones who dare to accept them are us at Yuexin Pavilion."
"We also have to take risks, and we don't know how long it will take to sell."
Zi Shaoqing would not buy the Yinhun Pill. This good thing must be digested internally, and selling it would be a waste.
She couldn't tell Tushanjun that, otherwise he would have to raise the price.
"Add another two hundred, four hundred pills, and I want fifteen thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
Ding Xie hurriedly looked at Tushanjun, he was about to cry, they were working together, he couldn't sell this good thing alone, he needed it too.
Zi Shaoqing's eyes were shining, and she slapped the table: "Deal!"
Tu Shanjun took out four huge boxes from the talisman.
"The elixir must not be cut to damage its structure, otherwise its potency will be greatly reduced."
The next step is to pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand.
Fifteen thousand pieces of low-grade spirit stones were encapsulated with a holding charm. Tu Shanjun took out five thousand, and then pushed ten thousand in front of Zi Shaoqing.
"Fellow Taoist, what is this?"
"I want to ask you to help me find someone."
Tu Shanjun took out the rice paper and ink pen from the talisman and drew Hou Boxu's face.
"Hou Boxu, the legitimate son of the Hou family in Yangcheng, has a wife and younger brothers. His parents have long since passed away."
"I want to find his family."
Zi Shaoqing took the portrait and the message: "If we can't find the person, I won't take away my identity, but Zhao Daoyou can leave an address."
…
Exited the Fallen Heart Pill Pavilion.
Ding Xie was about to speak but could not stop himself and complained: "Brother Tushan, we are in the same group. You have to leave a share of the good things for your brother. That woman is not a good person, she is just greedy for your prescription."
Tu Shanjun said: "There is more."
"free?"
"50% off."
"Just break my bones."
This chapter has been completed!