Several large inns were full, and An Qingli and the other two went to look for medium-sized inns.
There were not many vacant rooms in the medium-sized inn, so Ji Yanjin booked all the remaining dozen or so rooms in one go.
With the auction approaching, hotel costs have skyrocketed. What's more, Ji Yanjin booked sixteen rooms as soon as she made the move, and she even booked them for a month.
An Qingli secretly said "generous", he is worthy of being the number one family in the southern cultivation world.
The innkeeper was also smiling, and he immediately credited two thousand high-grade spiritual stones to his account. These inns, large and small, in the city would not open for ten years, and they would last for ten years after opening.
The innkeeper came over and was extremely attentive to Ji Yanjin and the other three.
An Qingli handed over to Ji Yanjin and left to find another place to live.
"Together." Ji Yanjin sent a message with his spiritual consciousness, put away the room number plate handed over by the shopkeeper with both hands, and walked out of the inn with An Qingli.
"Uncle Ji still wants to book a room?" An Qingli raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Ji Yanjin smiled and nodded, but his smile was hidden by the black curtain hat: "This is a once-in-a-century event, and many of my family members have made it last-minute. If I want to come and join in the fun, I still need to book a dozen rooms."
An Qingli could only praise his wealth. He had to book thirty or so rooms on a last-minute basis, leaving them vacant in advance. And judging from what he meant, those were not last-minute bookings in those big inns.
Got a room.
No wonder those big inns look empty, but they all have full occupancy signs outside.
When he went to a nearby inn, An Qingli paid for his spirit stones and booked a room for a month. Ji Yanjin was extravagant and booked the remaining twelve rooms in one go.
An Qingli understood very well that the extra room or two was called being prepared for any trouble.
Ji Xiaopeng was silent all the way, still thinking about alchemy in his mind. He could only refine middle-grade elixirs now. If he wanted to surpass his master and become a second-grade alchemist at the age of seventeen, he had to seize the time and work hard.
In the room, Ji Yanjin took off the hat from the little chatterbox and asked with a smile: "Uncle An and I are going to visit the black market, will you go?"
Xiaochao was working hard on refining the elixir and shook his head.
"Then stay in the room and don't run around." Ji Yanjin warned again, "There are restrictions at the door of the room. As long as you don't run around, nothing will happen. Uncle An and I will come back before dark."
The chatterbox nodded, a little impatient that Ji Yanjin was nagging in front of him and disturbing his alchemy.
Ji Yanjin couldn't help but smile, and said to An Qingli through a message: "It's rare that this kid has changed his gender. His parents will be shocked and speechless when they see him like this."
An Qingli put the curtain hat back on his head, walked out of the room, and said with a smile: "Where there is a will, there is a way, just let him go, there is no guarantee that he will become the future master of alchemy."
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Ji Yanjin followed An Qingli out of the room, looked at the restriction in front of the door and then smiled and said: "Thanks to my nephew's words, this boy's understanding is still far behind my nephew's. If he has trouble refining alchemy in the future,
I hope my nephew can give me more advice."
An Qingli smiled and said: "Since his master is here, I can't overstep him."
Ji Yanjin and An Qingli walked out of the inn side by side. He couldn't suppress his smile and said, "That boy secretly told me that my nephew, you taught me in detail and carefully, and you taught him better than all his brothers and sisters, including his master."
. He said that it would be great if you taught the disciples of the Spiritual Medicine Peak how to make elixirs. You would be able to teach a few more talented disciples, and save them the disciples of the Spiritual Medicine Peak from having to be criticized by the elders every day."
The smile on An Qingli's face widened: "Earlier, I worked hard to teach a few unqualified elders of the same clan. I was meticulous in everything and it was a skill I was forced to develop."
Ji Yanjin's tone was also relaxed: "No wonder, it turns out that I have gained a lot of hardships in teaching experience. I admire you so much."
As if inspired, Ji Yanjin said with a smile: "It is indeed not easy to teach disciples. Some elders are great in themselves, but they don't know how to teach others. For example, a respected elder from Qianfu Peak taught his daughter how to draw talisman step by step. As a result,
I didn't draw a few talisman, but I was so angry that I fainted."
An Qingli also laughed. She knew about this. The elder was brought to the Spiritual Medicine Peak to ask for medicine, and it was Master Chu who checked his pulse himself. Afterwards, he specially made several furnaces of pills for the elder to clear his heart and remove dryness.
People were coming and going on the street. An Qingli and Ji Yanjin were chatting and looking at the goods on the roadside stalls.
On a stall, there was a piece of rotten wood, a broken stone, and an ordinary-looking bowl.
An Qingli stopped. She had read many booklets and travel notes. According to the records in the books, the more shabby the stall, the easier it was to sell good products.
Of course, there are many people who have the same thoughts as her.
Some people also stopped, squatted down, and looked carefully in front of the stall.
An Qingli shook her head almost invisible. With Xiao Jintan's ability to recognize herbs, she naturally recognized that it was an extremely ordinary poplar tree. However, the wood was curved like a snake and had been soaked in a special dye for many years.
The surface has been eaten by insects, and it is completely different, which makes it look a little different.
"What kind of wood is this?" the monk squatted down and asked, holding the red piece of wood.
"I don't know." The selling monk looked calm and his voice was calm, "I got it in the secret realm. I want to use this wood to exchange for a Ningying Dan or three thousand high-grade spiritual stones."
The monk squatted down, stretched out a pair of well-maintained hands, carefully rubbed the wood several times, handed over a storage bag of high-grade spiritual stones, and bought the wood.
"Why are there monks so stupid?" Xiao Jintan sighed, there are still people who fall for this old trick.
An Qingli replied calmly: "Young master from a rich family, you can't tell the difference between a leek and a garlic seedling, and it's hard to tell the difference between a poplar and a locust tree. Just spend money to buy one you like."
The rich man took the piece of rotten wood and left.
An Qingli stood in front of the stall and did not leave. Xiao Lingxi was opening the Lingxi Eye to help her identify.
However, the Lingxi Eye is good at seeing through illusions, but when it comes to identifying treasures, it is far inferior to the Ice Soul Eye.
Xiao Lingxi said: "Qingli, I don't see anything special."
An Qingli raised her feet to leave, but the boss stopped her and said through the message: "Fellow Taoist, you might as well squat down and look at it carefully. These stones and bowls were obtained from a secret place. You can't tell the grade."
treasure."
"May I ask what secret realm it is?" An Qingli stood and asked.
The stall owner said: "Wuchao Secret Realm."
Wuchao Secret Realm?
An Qingli raised his eyebrows, that was the burial place of the original owner. The original owner was bitten to death by Ye Zhilan's contracted beast in the secret territory of Wuchao.
"What does Wuchao Secret Realm look like?" An Qingli asked again.
"Why have you been here before, fellow Taoist?" The stall owner's eyes flashed, but it was covered by a curtain and hat, so no one else could see it.
An Qingli was noncommittal and pointed to Ji Yanjin beside him: "My friend has been there."
The stall owner coughed, stopped talking, and stopped looking at An Qingli.