Baicaotang.

In the wide hall, the aroma of medicine is rich.

More than a dozen medicine children are concentrating on handling various spiritual plants, among which one is a thin old man who is particularly conspicuous.

"He is the manager. These spirit firefly grasses were just acquired today. Please help with them. There is an alchemist in a hurry to use them in the afternoon."

A middle-aged man walked to the thin old man with a large stack of spirit fireflies and put it down with a bang.

"good."

The thin old man looked at the numerous spirit firefly grass, gritted his teeth, and responded.

After bent down to deal with the herbs for nearly an hour, Manager He held his waist and stood up with difficulty.

With his body that practices the fourth level of Qi, this usually doesn't happen.

But he is now old and his physical function is not as good as his youth and strong period. In addition, he has left a few dark diseases before and bent down to deal with the elixir for so long, so he felt unbearable pain.

As the manager of Baicaotang, he should not deal with these trivial matters, but he was just a distant relative of the He family. His backer lost power several years ago, which affected his position in the medicine hall to decline sharply.

In the past, I just had to collect spiritual plants and count the accounts. Now I have to help with herbs, which is much more busy.

However, the thin old man is very satisfied with his current situation. I don’t know how many elderly cultivators live in poor and poor life in the market. They can have a safe place without worrying about being hurt and earning some spirit stones for their family. That’s pretty good.

Just as he was thinking, a teenager who had walked into the medicine hall attracted the attention of the thin old man.

The young man's cultivation level was only one level of Qi training, and his expression was timid. He held more than a dozen spirit firefly grass in his hand. Using the old man's decades of experience in identifying spirit grass, he saw that the quality of the spirit firefly grass was extremely ordinary.

He came to the front desk, spread out the spiritual plants in his hand, and asked the middle-aged monk if he could buy these spiritual firefly grasses.

"Go and go, we don't collect spiritual plants from idle people and others."

The middle-aged man scolded impatiently and waved his hand to signal the boy to go out quickly.

"Fellow Daoist, please, I can sell it a little lower."

A hint of begging appeared in the boy's tone.

"A little lower? How about two spirit stones per plant?"

A trace of joke flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes.

"Two spirit stones?" The young man couldn't help but shiver. This was half a little lower than the ordinary purchase price, far lower than his psychological expectations.

He bit his lip tightly and fell into a dilemma for a moment. He wanted to sell the spirit grass to earn a little spirit stone, but he was unable to accept the price offered by the middle-aged monk.

"He Yong is in charge of the business. This child looks a little pitiful. You might as well be a little lower than the price. If you buy his spiritual plants, just take it as a good relationship."

The thin old man saw a familiar figure from this young man. About ten years ago, there was a young man of similar age, standing stubbornly and firmly in front of him, and promoting the average quality of the spirit firefly grass in his hands over and over again.

In a trance, two figures were stacked together, giving him a sense of time.

"Old He, there are so many cooperative spiritual planters in Baicaotang. Various spiritual plants can be supplied in a large number of stable supply. This person is just a little casual cultivator of unknown origin. The quality of the spiritual firefly grass in his hand cannot be guaranteed. Why do you still have to buy these few spiritual plants?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"Price based on quality and quantity, so what if you charge it?"

The thin old man was so angry that he was told by the middle-aged monk.

"You are so generous, please accept it."

"Okay, I'll take it if I'll take it. Come here, my child, give me your spirit firefly grass, and I'll buy it at the normal price."

The thin old man greeted the uneasy boy.

"Old He, I am ugly in front of you. These spirit firefly grasses cannot use the spirit stones in the hall without my consent."

"I'll keep it for my own use!"

The thin old man casually said that his grandson had recently entered the hall and was trying to refine pills. He could buy these ten spirit firefly grasses to let him practice his skills.

The young man handed over the spirit firefly grass to the thin old man and took over more than 30 spirit stones handed over by the old man.

"The quality of these spirit firefly grasses is basically ordinary, and there are even one or two plants that are almost defective. You don't have any objections to the price I paid, are you?"

The thin old man put the quality of the spiritual plants one by one and asked the young man.

"No, I'm already grateful if you can accept them."

The boy put the spirit stone deep in his clothes and said with gratitude.

He has a self-knowledge of the spiritual plants he cultivates, and he is already quite satisfied with getting these spirit stones. With them, he can continue to buy spiritual seeds himself, and there is still the rest for cultivation and life.

"Old man, you are so nice. I have a few spirit firefly plants here. I have luckily planted perfect quality. How about giving it to you for acquisition?"

Just then, a gentle voice sounded in the lobby.

A handsome young man with extraordinary demeanor and tall figure calmly walked into Baicaotang with a few fluorescent plants in his hand.

The plants are full of spiritual energy, and the fluorescent lights are shining like countless stars covering the night sky.

"Perfect quality spirit firefly grass?"

The middle-aged monk rushed out instantly, showing a pleasant smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, please, our Baicaotang has excellent reputation in Linyangfang City. As long as you make sure that the Lingying Grass in your hand is really of perfect quality, you will definitely give you a satisfactory purchase price."

He suppressed his inner excitement and respectfully brought a cup of steaming spiritual tea and handed it to the handsome young man.

Perfect quality herbs, even at low grades, are extremely important for alchemists, and can improve the success rate of alchemy and the quality of alchemism. There are so many spiritual planters in Baicaotang, and they are lucky enough to plant a perfect quality spiritual firefly grass.

If you can get all the perfectly qualifying spirit firefly grass from the young man and hand them over to the alchemist in the hall, you will definitely be able to please them, and your status may be further.

"Yeah?"

The handsome young man looked at the middle-aged monk with great interest.

"However, I am just a little casual cultivator of unknown origin. I have a few scattered firefly grasses in my hands. Although they are of perfect quality, their quality cannot be guaranteed."

"So, it's better to leave it to the old man for acquisition."

The handsome young man is naturally Lu Xuan. When he saw this scene in Baicaotang, he did this just now.

As for the perfectly-quality spirit firefly grass, although it can no longer receive enough cultivation rewards and focuses on the second-grade water firefly grass, many spiritual seeds were left before, and in the spiritual environment of the inner sect, some perfectly-quality spirit firefly grass can be easily cultivated.

"Lu...Lu Xuan?"

The thin old man asked softly in disbelief.

The last time the two met was seven or eight years ago, and Lu Xuan's cultivation and temperament had huge changes, which made the old man dare not recognize each other for a while.

"That's right, Mr. He, it's me. I'm back to visit you."

Lu Xuan raised his lips and said gently.
Chapter completed!