The manager was a little surprised after hearing what Gu Changhuan said, but he still smiled and said, "Yes! Fellow Taoist, come with me to see!"
Gu Changhuan followed the steward to a corner on the second floor. There was a display cabinet in the corner with some humanoid puppets inside.
Gu Chang said with a smile: "It seems that I am the first person who comes to Yaofang City to buy farming puppets."
"Actually, this kind of puppets used for production can be easily sold elsewhere. It's just that the location of Linyaofang City is too special." What the manager said was not false at all. After all, no one would take advantage of the demon clan.
Opening up a spiritual field underneath would be a waste of more money than gain.
The steward said as he took out a puppet from the cabinet and cast a spell on the puppet.
I saw the humanoid puppet slowly raising its head, taking out a hoe from the grid on its chest, rotating its head in a circle and then lowering its head. After finding no land, it put the hoe back again.
"This is the puppet responsible for cultivating the spiritual fields, and also has the functions of sowing and weeding."
After he finished speaking, he took out two more puppets.
"This one is responsible for watering, and the largest one is responsible for harvesting and storage. Generally speaking, the cooperation of these three puppets is equivalent to a farming veteran. Moreover, the puppets are tireless and can keep working as long as they have enough spiritual power.
.As long as it is not damaged by external force, it will last for hundreds of years without any need for repair.”
After the steward finished speaking, he opened the top of the puppet's head like a human being's heavenly spirit cap, revealing a groove.
"This is where the spirit stone is placed."
Gu Changhuan looked at these three puppets whose facial features were not even depicted.
"It sounds good, but fellow Taoist disciples haven't revealed the drawbacks of this puppet yet!"
The person in charge is not embarrassed either,
"Fellow Daoist, I know that this puppet naturally has its drawbacks. First of all, the adaptability of this kind of puppet is much worse than that of a combat puppet; secondly, the puppet consumes spirit stones very quickly.
One low-grade spiritual stone can only support a puppet working for two days at most, which is also a common problem with puppets. Ten low-grade spiritual stones can be placed in this groove, which saves the need for frequent replacement of spiritual stones."
Gu Changhuan nodded, "I wonder what the price of this puppet is?"
The steward said with a smile: "This kind of puppet is cheaper than the combat puppet. A set of puppets only costs 800 spirit stones."
Gu Changhuan frowned and was dumbfounded, these puppets were all only first-level mid-level.
"In this case, two of the first two types of puppets are needed, and one puppet responsible for harvesting is enough."
The steward smiled even more happily. He took out a thin booklet from his storage bag and said, "This is the method to control the puppet, as well as some simple maintenance techniques. Please accept it, fellow Taoist."
Gu Changhuan took the booklet and seemed to smell a faint medicinal fragrance.
He delivered the spirit stone, and when he came down from the second floor, his steps were a little dazed.
One thousand four hundred pieces of low-grade spiritual stones!
He has always earned spiritual stones from others, but rarely has he paid a large sum of spiritual stones to others at once.
The manager smiled and sent Gu Changhuan out of the Kaitian Palace, "If you want to buy any puppet magic weapon next time, please come to the Kaitian Palace. I will give you a 20% discount on it!"
Gu Changhuan smiled and said to the steward: "I will definitely do it next time."
Turning around, the smile at the corner of his mouth had turned into a sneer. Someone who was already at the eighth level of Qi training dared to set a trap for him. Do you really think he was a rookie who dared to show off his wealth without knowing what he was doing?
After leaving Kaitian Palace, Gu Changhuan did not return to the rented cave, but left Linyaofang City.
Less than twenty miles away from Fang City, Gu Changhuan stopped. He sat on a tree and began to wait.
Less than half a cup of tea later, two men in black clothes and face coverings came to the foot of the tree.
There was a mouse-like spiritual beast lying on the shoulder of one of them, its little nose moving as if it was looking for something.
"The drug-seeking rat reacted, and that kid is nearby!"
"Most likely he sensed something was wrong and hid! Find him!" The fatter one spoke in a hushed voice.
Gu Changhuan looked at the two figures, a fat one and a thin figure under the tree, and summoned the Qingyun Sword and the Bright Sky Mirror.
"Are you looking for me?"
The two looked up and saw a handsome young man sitting on the tree with his head lowered and looking at them with a half-smile.
"What are you waiting for?! Don't do it yet!" the fat man ordered.
Gu Changhuan looked at them condescendingly, the Qingyun Sword buzzed, and the aura suddenly shot towards the people under the tree, penetrating the thin man's chest in the blink of an eye!
When the fat man didn't do anything, he wanted to run away immediately, but then a light covered him, and he was horrified to find that he couldn't move.
Gu Changhuan jumped down from the tree, and the Qingyun Sword returned to his hand. He looked at the mouse on the fat man's shoulder with cold eyes.
"It turned out to be a drug-seeking rat. It seems you were lucky, but that's the end of it."
The fat man stared at Gu Changhuan with his eyes widened, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
"Fellow Daoist, wait a minute!" The person who had been hiding aside finally couldn't help but speak out.
Gu Changhuan turned a deaf ear, raised his sword and dropped it, causing a skull to roll twice on the ground and into the bushes.
A strong man with a black face came out of the darkness
"Fellow Taoist, kill me, a disciple of the Haoran Sect! Don't you want to say something?"
"A disciple of the Haoran Sect?" Gu Changhuan looked at him with a mocking expression.
The rules of the Haoran Sect are extremely strict. If one of his disciples seeks wealth and murder near Fangshi, even his immediate superiors will be implicated, not to mention his own life.
"This is obviously a treasure-hunting monk who wants to kill me because of his wealth. How could he be a disciple of the Haoran Sect?
Fellow Taoist, it's best to think clearly before speaking."
These words are both advice and warning.
In fact, the black-faced brawny man regretted his words as soon as he said them. Seeing that Gu Changhuan gave him a step, he had no choice but to get off the slope.
He originally wanted to take a piece of the pie and grab his subordinate's pigtails, but he didn't expect that Gu Changhuan started too quickly. He didn't even do anything, and everything was over.
He didn't get the advantage and was pushed back by a brat like Gu Changhuan. He felt a little embarrassed and wanted to take action but couldn't find a reason, so he could only grunt and fly away with his sword.
Gu Changhuan shook his head, why did he meet so many idiots since he started traveling?
What he had not thought about was that casual cultivators were not like the family members who were born to take care of them. Even the low-level disciples of the sect could only spend a lot of time on the sect's tasks in order to maintain their status as disciples of their sect.
These monks are really stupid, but they are just stupid because of their wealth.
He picked up the storage bags of the two Qi-training monks he killed, and took a photo out of thin air.
A gray stone that looked like a spiritual stone was photographed in his hand. This is a recording stone, a very interesting magical weapon that can record images and sounds. Unfortunately, this thing is extremely fragile, otherwise, it would be the best way to preserve the inheritance.
carrier.
He carefully put away the image stone, cremated the bodies of the fat and thin monks, and left the place.
It's a pity that the drug-seeking rat died along with the fat monk because he had recognized his master, otherwise he might still be a helper in the future.