In the vast hall, the aroma of medicine is strong.
More than a dozen medicine boys are concentrating on handling various spiritual plants. Among them, a thin old man stands out.
"He Guanshi, these fireflies were just purchased today. Please help with them. There is an alchemist who is in a hurry to use them this afternoon."
A middle-aged man walked up to the thin old man carrying a large pile of fireflies and put them down with a bang.
"good."
The thin old man looked at the numerous fireflies, gritted his teeth, and responded.
After bending down to handle the herbs for nearly an hour, Guanshi He held his waist and stood up with difficulty.
With his physique at the fourth level of Qi training, such a situation would not usually occur.
It's just that he is now very old, and his body functions are not as good as when he was young and strong. In addition, he had several hidden ailments from the past, and he had to bend down to handle the elixir for so long, so the pain was unbearable.
"Yeah?"
The plants are full of aura, and their fluorescent lights are like countless stars filling the night sky.
The thin old man saw a familiar figure from this young man. About ten years ago, there was a young man of similar age and circumstances. He stood stubbornly and firmly in front of him, selling mediocre products over and over again.
Firefly grass.
The middle-aged monk jumped out instantly, with a flattering smile on his face.
Just as he was thinking about it, a teenage boy who walked into the medicine hall caught the attention of the thin old man.
"Two spiritual stones?" The young man couldn't help but shuddered. This was less than half the ordinary purchase price, far lower than his psychological expectations.
"So, it's better to leave it to this old man to acquire it."
"However, I am just a small casual cultivator of unknown origin. I have a few sporadic firefly plants in my hands. Although they are of perfect quality, the quality cannot be guaranteed."
The young man put the spirit stone deep into his clothes and said with gratitude on his face.
The middle-aged man scolded impatiently, waving his hand for the young man to get out quickly.
"Perfect quality firefly?"
The young man handed the firefly grass to the thin old man and took over thirty spiritual stones from the old man.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said disdainfully.
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in the lobby.
"Okay, I'll take it if I want. Come over here, kid, and give me those fireflies of yours. I'll buy them at the normal price."
A trace of amusement flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes.
Perfect quality herbs, even low-grade ones, are extremely important to alchemists, as they can improve the success rate and quality of alchemy. There are so many spiritual planters in the entire Baicao Hall, and only with great luck can they grow a perfect quality herb.
Fireweed.
"Fellow Taoist, please come here. Our Baicaotang has an excellent reputation in Linyangfang City. As long as we make sure that the Lingying grass in your hand is really of perfect quality, we will definitely give you a satisfactory purchase price."
The thin old man said casually that his grandson had recently entered the hall and was trying to refine elixirs. He bought these ten or so firefly plants so that he could practice his skills.
He came to the front desk, spread out the spiritual plants in his hands, and asked the middle-aged monk if he could buy these spiritual fireflies.
In the past, I just needed to collect the spiritual plants and check the accounts. Now I have to help process the medicinal herbs. In comparison, I am much busier.
"No, I'd be very grateful if you could accept them."
"That's right, Mr. He, it's me. I'm back to visit you."
"Go, go, go, we don't accept spiritual plants from idle people here."
He suppressed his inner excitement and respectfully brought a cup of steaming spiritual tea to the handsome young man.
He is self-aware of the spiritual plants he has cultivated, and is quite satisfied to be able to obtain these spiritual stones. With them, he can continue to buy spiritual seeds, and at the same time, there is still something left for his cultivation and living.
As the manager of Baicaotang, he should not have to deal with such trivial matters. However, he was only a distant relative of the He family. His backer lost power a few years ago, which also affected his status in the medicine hall.
There was a trace of begging in the young man's tone.
"A little lower? How about two spiritual stones and one plant?"
"Lu...Lu Xuan?"
"He Yong is in charge. This kid looks a little pitiful. Why don't you buy his spiritual plants at a slightly lower price and treat it as a good relationship."
However, the thin old man is very satisfied with his current situation. There are countless young monks living in poverty in the city. He can have a stable place without having to worry about being harmed, and he can also earn some spiritual stones for his family.
That's pretty good.
"Fellow Taoist, please, I can sell it at a lower price."
The last time the two met was seven or eight years ago. In addition, Lu Xuan's cultivation and temperament had changed drastically, so the old man did not dare to recognize each other for a while.
As for the perfect quality spirit fire grass, although there is no longer enough cultivation rewards, the focus is on the second-grade water fire grass, but there are many spiritual seeds left before, and under the inner sect's spiritual energy environment, some perfect quality spirits can be easily cultivated.
Fireweed.
"Mr. He, there are so many cooperating spiritual planters in Baicao Hall, and various spiritual plants can be supplied stably in large quantities, but this person is just a small casual cultivator of unknown origin, and the quality of the spiritual planters in his hand cannot be guaranteed. Why?
Are you still going to buy these few spiritual plants?"
"Old man, you are so kind. I also have a few firefly plants here. I was lucky enough to grow them of perfect quality. How about I give them to you to buy them?"
In a trance, two figures overlapped each other, giving him the feeling of traveling through time.
He bit his lip tightly, and was caught in a dilemma for a moment. He wanted to sell the spiritual grass to earn some spiritual stones, but he really couldn't accept the price offered by the middle-aged monk.
The thin old man greeted the shy young man.
"Mr. He, I'm going to say something ugly up front. These fireflies cannot use the spiritual stones in the hall without my consent."
"I keep it for my own use!"
"Pricing is based on quality and quantity, so what if you take it away?"
The thin old man arranged the qualities of the spiritual plants one by one and asked the young man.
The thin old man couldn't help but become a little more angry when the middle-aged monk said this.
The handsome young man looked at the middle-aged monk with interest.
The thin old man asked softly in disbelief.
"The quality of your fireflies are basically average, and there are even one or two that are almost defective. Do you have any objection to the price I offered?"
The young man's cultivation was only at the first level of qi training, and he looked timid. He held a dozen or so fireflies tightly in his hands. With the old man's decades of experience in identifying fireflies, he could tell at a glance that the quality of the fireflies was extremely ordinary.
A handsome young man with extraordinary bearing and tall figure walked into Baicaotang calmly, holding a few fluorescent plants in his hand.
The handsome young man was naturally Lu Xuan. When he saw this scene in Baicao Hall, he made the move just now.
"You are so generous, just accept it."
If you can get all the perfect quality fireflies from the hands of the young man and hand them over to the alchemist in the hall, you will definitely be able to please him, and your status may even be further improved.
Lu Xuan raised the corners of his mouth and said gently.
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