After getting five Qianyuan Tongbao, Fang Xian still went to the streets the next day to see if he could find any.
Unfortunately, luck was not enough. After a day of shopping, I gained nothing and could only return to the inn in despair.
A few days passed.
Just when he was about to set off and continue to look for his own opportunity, he suddenly heard a few drinkers talking: "There is a new fool in Wanbao Tower, who exchanges free money for copper coins, tsk tsk... It's a pity that we don't have that much inventory. Otherwise, I would have gone."
"These brothers, don't know what they are talking about?"
After hearing this, Fang Xian's heart moved, he stepped forward with a smile, bought these people a jar of wine, and immediately made these people talk eloquently.
It turns out that a strange man moved into the Wanbao Building today. He sent word to all the dental shops in the city and was willing to buy copper coins for one tael of silver and one thousand cash. This immediately caused a stir in all directions. It was a strange thing.
The copper coins circulated in the Daqian court were usually one thousand coins, and the official value was one tael of silver.
But in fact, due to the difference in color, texture, and weight, it was fine when the country was founded. Now private minting has become popular, and it takes about 1,200 or 1,300 coins to exchange for one tael of silver.
That person exchanged it for a thousand cents and one tael. Isn't that a big deal?
Another drinker sighed: "It's a pity that the man only accepted the 'Qianyuan Tongbao', and it was too late to cast it privately..."
"That's it. Thank you for letting me know."
Fang Xian handed over his hands and went out, directly looking for Wanbao Tower.
It is located in the middle of the city, where merchants from all over the world gather. It has eight gates and is very impressive.
Fang Xian went in and saw a group of people carrying bags of copper coins, exchanging silver at a counter.
There was a shopkeeper and a boy behind the counter, holding an account book and a writing brush, with a look of pain on his face.
Although they were all lent to merchants by Wanbao Tower, it was heartbreaking to see the white money flowing out like water.
The real owner is a young man dressed as a scholar. He glanced at the many copper coins, felt disappointed, and nodded: "Send them all to the warehouse."
Fang Xian opened the [Dongxuan Eye] and knew that this person was a practitioner.
Not only that, the aura on his body was pure, pure and not evil. He was obviously a disciple of a famous and authentic sect, so he walked over directly.
If this person were from a demonic sect or a heretic, he would never act like this.
"This little brother, do you want to exchange copper coins?"
The shopkeeper who collected the money asked with a smile.
"Well, how much do you think this one is worth?"
Fang Xian smiled and took out a 'Qianyuan Tongbao'!
"This..." The boy next to him became angry: "Is this guest here to entertain us? It would cost at least a thousand cash to exchange for it!"
"Wait!"
But the young proprietor's eyes lit up and he stared at the copper coins in Fang Xian's hand: "I wonder what this little brother is going to exchange for? I have everything here, including gold and silver."
"Haha!" Fang Xian laughed and pointed to the quiet room next to it, which was specially used for Hao to discuss business: "How about we go in and talk in detail?"
"Can!"
Under the puzzled gaze, the young proprietor entered the quiet room with Fang Xian, and his face quickly turned calm: "Unexpectedly, in this Luzhou City, I can also see a cultivator. I am Xuanguang Zongzong Cao Qiu. I don’t know the name of my little brother, who is my master?”
"My name is Fang Xian, I am just a casual cultivator. I got this copper coin by chance. I know it is extraordinary, but I don't know why... I heard that brother exchanged the copper coin, so I came to take a look..." Fang Xian replied with a smile: "I don't know, brother. Can you please help me clarify my doubts? As for this copper coin, I will give it to my brother."
At this time, Cao Qiu had already taken the copper coin and nodded: "It is indeed a psychic treasure! But you and I are both cultivators, how can we accept such a gift from you? Let me make a request, whether it is ten thousand taels of silver, or
I have all the spells and talismans..."
Fang Xian showed an expression that was indeed true.
The orthodox monks of Xuanmen attach great importance to fate.
If I had encountered a demon sect or a side sect cultivator today, I might have just snatched it away, leaving him with nothing but one.
But the authentic Xuanmen sect is different. The elders of their sect practice the Way of Heaven, are good at calculations, and know the truth that Bodhisattvas fear causes and sentient beings fear consequences.
If Cao Qiu carelessly accepted the copper coins without giving anything back, he would have forged a mysterious fate. After brewing, it might turn into a disaster in his future practice. He must give Fang Xian a greater 'fate'.
When the time comes, it won't be just gold, silver, spells, and talismans that can be spent.
Of course, killing Fang Xian directly would be the end of the matter.
However, as evil is brewing, the final catastrophe will become more severe, which wise monks will not do.
Practitioners from well-known and upright sects, who have received advice from their elders, know this truth, and behave in accordance with the way of heaven, will be able to avoid disasters in the future when they go through tribulations. This is the difference between life and death.
However, the demon sect and the casual cultivators of the side sects do not know this truth, or they may knowingly commit the crime and act recklessly to break the catastrophe. This is the difference in their practice concepts. Although most of them fall into the catastrophe, if they can break through the catastrophe, they can practice Taoism.
The magical power must be extremely amazing!
"I still want to hear the origin of this psychic treasure. Of course, if it involves the secrets of Xiongtai's sect, then there is no need to tell."
Fang Xian figured this out, so he was confident and confident.
After all, he had already 'given' the copper coins to someone, so even if the person had evil intentions, there was no reason to trouble him again.
"This is not a secret thing, it is widely circulated..."
Cao Qiu smiled bitterly and replied: "This psychic treasure money is the main material for refining a side sect flying sword - the psychic treasure money sword! This side sect's sword refining technique is widely spread.
One of a kind."
Then he explained it again, and then Fang Xian realized that the copper coin in his hand could actually be used to refine a famous flying sword!
Of course, this requires collecting at least 365 Zhoutian Numbers, and his five are of no use at all.
Although this 'Psychic Treasure Sword' is widely circulated, its refining is quite troublesome, mainly due to the psychic treasure.
From the beginning, it is necessary to refine red yuan copper mother, metal essence and other precious materials into copper coin embryos.
Needless to say, this material is rare and rare. The key is that the fire and dryness of the embryo is so strong that it cannot be used at all.
It has to be dispersed and circulated in the human world, and consumed by the thousands of feet of red dust rolling around people's hearts. It cannot come into contact with black dog blood, geranium and other filthy things, otherwise it will be destroyed directly. In this way, in about five hundred years, the anger will be gone.
It becomes a 'psychic treasure', which can be used to refine swords.
This 'Psychic Money Sword' is an eccentric sword and is not particularly sharp. However, after it is deployed, it has an aura of human fireworks, which is quite mysterious. However, it can only be regarded as a low-level sword among flying swords.
'It actually takes five hundred years to refine this sword? If it weren't for the Golden elixir master, I would have died of old age...'
Fang Xian heard this and was secretly speechless.
"My master was preparing to practice this flying sword. He calculated it with his fingers and ordered me and his disciples to go out and collect the 'spiritual treasure coins'. As a brother, I traveled all over the five states and only got twenty-five. I still got five."
Only then can we return to the master's door..."
After Cao Qiu finished speaking, he also sighed.
"That's it." Fang Xian nodded, understanding the cause and effect.
"It's our fate to get you one today, so we must make up for it... Tell me, what do you want?" Cao Qiu spoke very grandly. After all, Xuanguang Zhengzong is also one of the famous and upright sects, and his disciples are quite wealthy:
"I have gold, silver, spells, magic weapons, and side-door Taoist books that I collected here. Unfortunately, you only have one. You can exchange it for a small spell. If you have a few more, you can change the magic weapon. You can use the Taoist book.
Don’t think about it, it can’t be finished without thirty pieces..."
"Who said I only have one?" Fang Xian smiled and took out four more identical psychic coins.
Even if he collected 365 pieces, he still didn't have the magic power to refine the 'Psychic Money Sword', so he might as well change it.
"good!"
Cao Qiu was overjoyed. With these coins, he could finally return to the sect to finish his errands: "Whatever you want, little brother, just say it!"
"I don't dare to think about the Taoist book, but I would like to change it to a flying magic weapon!"
Fang Xian was really tired of walking slowly on the road every day, so he thought about it and said.
"This is simple..."
Cao Qiu touched the magic bag on his waist with his right hand, and there was a doll wooden horse in his hand: "This 'Six Royal Horse' is a small magic weapon that I made casually. It has only seven earthly evil restrictions, but it can also carry people and fly...
…”
With that said, he passed the opening and closing incantations to Fang Xian.
"Thank you, brother!"
Fang Xian got the flying escape magic weapon, left directly, and walked out of Wanbao Tower.
After walking a few steps, I saw a cloud of light escaping out, swaying at the top of the city, letting out a burst of hearty laughter, and flying away.
It caused many people to kneel down and worship the gods.
'As expected, he is a man of gods and despises the human world. Once he completes the task, he doesn't care about anything and goes directly back to the mountain gate... That's right, gold and silver, etc., are just things that can be refined casually...'