Ishikawa already knew the way of this tavern.

Of course, for most monks who are licking blood at the edge of the knife and fighting for treasures with their lives, who don’t understand this principle?

It's just that no one cares.

When you die, even if these treasures are placed on them, they will have no meaning. Instead, they will be cheaper to kill the monks, either sinking into the South China Sea forever, or falling into the belly of monsters.

There is wine today and I am drunk today, so this tavern makes spiritual wine for free and preserved on behalf of me, which is very popular among monks.

Generally speaking, taverns will not easily use the spiritual wine stored by monks here. After all, monks are different from mortals. Cultivators have extremely long life spans. Decades of retreat are also very common.

Today, the fellow Taoist who was drinking and talking to each other might succeed in retreat after decades of retreat, and then he would perform the rituals of elders when he saw him.

There are many treasures like the South China Sea, and there are almost everywhere with cultivation materials. This kind of thing is very common. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many monks who would take such a big risk to fight with monsters here.

Most taverns do not dare to easily use the spiritual wine stored by the monks here unless they receive the exact death of the monks and have seen the other party's corpse.

If the monk uses other people's spiritual wine, it will be troublesome if he comes back hundreds of years after asking for it.

In the tavern, there are a lot of spiritual wines that have been preserved for thousands of years. In addition, the tavern itself stores them, there are more.

But only the owner of the tavern knows what can be used specifically.

Ishikawa took out a storage bag and handed it over. He said, "Let's use these to refine some spiritual wine!"

The monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage took it over, his spiritual sense was slightly noticed, and his face changed slightly, and he said, "Senior. There are many types of spiritual wine refining these materials. You might as well go in and talk to me about it in detail."

A slight turmoil appeared in Ishikawa's heart, and the spiritual herbs in the storage bag were all extremely ordinary things.

In addition to the spiritual herbs used by the Jindan stage monks, there are even some spiritual herbs used by the Foundation Establishment Cultivators. In Jingtian Kingdom, let alone the Foundation Establishment Cultivators, even the Jindan stage monks will not take these spiritual herbs seriously.

He even lowered the identity of a monk in the Ishikawa Jindan stage.

Ishikawa originally just wanted to take some spiritual herbs to deal with it. After all, he might come here often in the future.

Unexpectedly, it would be valued by this monk.

"Senior, please!"

Ishikawa followed the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage and entered the inner courtyard of the tavern, and then walked around several pavilions. Before coming to a secret room.

"The master of the museum, there is a distinguished guest!" the monk in the Foundation Establishment stage shouted loudly.

"Please!" The door opened wide, and a confident voice came out from inside.

After the monks in the Foundation Establishment stage bowed and left.

Ishikawa stepped into the room.

In the middle of the room, there was a table of Eight Immortals. There were two rattan chairs, all made of some kind of monster bones, with golden light on it and looking very gorgeous.

"Fellow Taoist please sit down!" The person who spoke was a man with a face of over thirty years old. He was confident and should have a mid-stage Golden Pill. He was holding Ishikawa's storage bag and looking carefully.

Ishikawa was not polite either. He sat down and guessed in his heart that the monk had actually invited him, so he must have his reasons. Ishikawa simply did not ask and waited for the monk to explain.

After a while, the man said, "I'm Xia Bai, I'm the owner of the tavern. I don't know the surname Yougui?"

"Ishikawa!"

"Fellow Daoist Shi must be very surprised by this matter. Why are we so many common spiritual herbs?"

Ishikawa nodded, but still said nothing.

The man smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Shi must have just arrived in the South China Sea and doesn't know about this place. When you live for a while, you will understand. The South China Sea is very far from the Fengwu Continent, so the spiritual herbs have become an extremely rare thing. Even the spiritual herbs that fellow Taoists look down on are extremely precious. After all, we practitioners cannot live without the spiritual herbs."

Ishikawa nodded, as if he understood a little.

This place is extremely far away from Fengwu Continent. It will definitely take a long time to go back and forth. No matter how precious the spiritual herb is, no monk is willing to shuttle back and forth to transport the spiritual herbs.

After all, in the South China Sea where treasures are everywhere, as long as you hunt some monsters, you can exchange them for the elixirs and treasures you want. After arriving here, most monks will do their best to collect various treasures and prepare for their own cultivation.

Bai Buran continued, "The spiritual herbs of fellow Taoists are all wines that make spiritual wine. They are of great value. I wonder if my friends are willing to give up love? Or exchange spiritual wine of the same value?"

There are no shortages of spiritual wine, spirit stones, and Ishikawa. As for another common currency in the South China Sea, a lot of ice and snow have been given away.

After pondering for a moment, Ishikawa said, "Since Fellow Daoist knows that he has just arrived here, if you can tell me the details of this place, these spiritual herbs will be given to fellow Daoist."

Bai Buran laughed a few times and said, "Fellow Daoist Shi is really a cheerful person, but I, Mr. Bai, will not take advantage of you. There are some golden clam beads here, which are considered as buying spiritual herbs. If Mr. Shi lives here, he will inevitably have to make some transactions in the future. I don't want to break my Bai's principles because of this time. As for what Mr. Shi wants to know, I have to tell you all my money, and I can't tell you all!"

There is not only such a small town on the edge of the South China Sea. There is not only such a tavern in this small town, and it is not only this tavern to acquire the materials from the monsters.

So Bai Buran thought it very clearly that at the cost of such a little golden clam bead, he could make friends with Ishikawa. As a Jindan-stage monk, Ishikawa would definitely hunt for treasures on weekdays. If all of them came here for sale, Bai Buran would naturally gain a lot.

Ishikawa storage bag was taken away and a little checked, there were more than ten golden clam beads in it.

Among the treasures given to Ishikawa by Ice Snow, there are only about a hundred golden clam beads.

"I guess there must be a lot of spiritual herbs on fellow Taoists, but if I were fellow Taoists, I would definitely not sell them immediately. I have to figure out the market conditions." Bai Buran smiled and said, "If Fellow Daoist Shi wants to sell, I must give priority to me. I will never let Fellow Daoist Shi suffer."

Ishikawa nodded: "Fellow Daoist Bai is straightforward and admires me. If I want to sell it, I will definitely come to Fellow Daoist Bai."

"The master of the museum, there is something important!" The voice of the foundation-building cultivator suddenly came from outside.

Bai Buran smiled at Ishikawa with a little apology and opened the door of the room.

"What's the matter?" Bai Buran asked.

"This..." The monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage looked at Ishikawa with a hint of hesitation on his face.

"But it's okay!"

"The young master of the Xu family is here again. He has to see the owner. The waiter is dealing with him. I came to report to the owner."

Bai Buran's face changed slightly: "Is Xu Hong coming again?"

"Fellow Daoist Shi, I'm afraid I can't talk about the South China Sea in detail today. If there is nothing important about fellow Daoist, I'll wait for me here for a few hours. If there is anything, I can wait until tomorrow." Bai Buran said apologetically.

"It's okay, I'll go to the tavern and taste the spiritual wine!"

"Bai Che, you can lead fellow Taoist Shi to the hall first." Bai Buran's face was a little unfair.

"Senior, please come with me!" The monk in the Foundation Establishment stage led Ishikawa back to the tavern hall, took Ishikawa to a corner, took out several bottles of spiritual wine and placed it on it.

"Bai Che, where is your home owner?" Three meters away were sitting on a table, three people, one of whom was dressed in fine clothes and had a fair face, looking like he was only over twenty years old, but his cultivation level was actually at the early stage of the Golden Pill.

It seems that this person has also practiced the art of maintaining the beauty and maintaining appearance.

Sitting beside him were two mid-stage Jindan monks. They were just sitting blankly, not even an empty cup in front of them. The young man slowly tasted the spiritual wine in the cup.

"I have reported to the owner, I believe the owner will invite you in soon!" Bai Che said hurriedly.

The young man sneered coldly: "I won't leave today. If I didn't bring the Boao blood wine, I would never give up today!"

Bai Chen said a few times, dared not say much, and stood there with his hands down.

"Boao Blood Wine, isn't that the spiritual wine left by senior Yue Quan?"

"There has been no news for senior Yue Quan for hundreds of years. If you had not advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, you might have died after your life span. What a pity that this Boao Blood Wine."

"The thousand-year-old Boao Blood Wine is an excellent nourishing product. I heard that it can not only replenish a lot of spiritual power, but also has a great nourishing effect on the male roots. Over the years, Boao has disappeared at all. This remaining Boao Blood Wine must be of great value."

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Ishikawa slowly tasted the spiritual wine in front of him, while listening to the whispers of the monks around him.

These spiritual wines are only 10 or 20 years old, and the taste is average, but they have the rough taste unique to the South China Sea spiritual wine, which is definitely not as delicate as the spiritual wine brewed by spiritual herbs.

A quarter of an hour later, seven or eight empty wine pots were placed in front of the young man.

These spiritual wines were not drunk by the young man alone. Each spiritual wine was only one cup, and the rest was poured on the table and allowed to spill.

Those errands in the foundation-building period dared not speak out, and could only watch the best spiritual wine was wasted so much.

The monks who drink spiritual wine in the tavern seemed not to be affected by this, as if they were commonplace.

"A few more pots of spiritual wine!" The young man drank the spiritual wine in the glass, and at the same time turned over a whole bottle of spiritual wine, and the spiritual wine was flowing out.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, haven't seen each other for a long time?" A hearty laugh came, and Bai Buran walked out.

"Owner Bai's house!" Everyone bowed and greeted.

Bai Buran looked around for a while, nodded, as a return of gifts, and walked straight towards the young man.

"The owner of the Bai Pavilion is so busy, it's hard to meet him!" the young man said sarcastically.

"There are many common things, so how can Mr. Xu be as leisurely as that?" Bai Buran sat opposite the young man.

In the tavern, it suddenly became quiet.

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I made up for the second update yesterday, and there are two updates tonight.

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