Immortal Space

A bustling street in Qingxu City, the street is full of traffic, and the shops on both sides are crowded with people. Obviously, the business is very good.

On this bustling street, there is a deserted, empty house, with only the words "trade fair" written on the top of its not-so-big door, and there is no other introduction information.

Wang Hong still made a double disguise, and his appearance turned into a middle-aged appearance. He first wandered around for a while.

This is the first time he has come into contact with the communication circle of this class as a foundation cultivator. He has never formally integrated into this circle, and the only acquaintances he has so far are the senior brother and Liu Changsheng.

Each class has a corresponding communication circle, which is the so-called couple in the land of wealth and law.

Everyone will inevitably have to deal with other immortal cultivators, communicate with each other, learn from each other, exchange items, etc., so "companion" is essential.

If Liu Changsheng hadn't informed him, even though he had passed by here several times before, he would have never noticed such a shop.

It turns out that this unremarkable place actually has a foundation building monk trading house.

He learned from Liu Changsheng that when cultivators above the Foundation Establishment obtained relatively rare spiritual objects, few of them were willing to sell them directly.

Most people choose to keep it, hoping to exchange for the items they need from other monks.

The efficiency of this trading method is extremely low. There are so many kinds of treasures in the cultivation world, and there are no less than 100,000 kinds of spiritual herbs that Wang Hong has studied.

Among the vast treasures, two people must have the items that each other needs at the same time.

This probability should be lower than the probability of choosing a Taoist companion in the vast crowd.

Even so, few people are willing to exchange the rare items in their hands for spirit stones, because it is easy to exchange for spirit stones, but it is difficult to buy them back with spirit stones.

When Wang Hong walked into the small shop door, there was an old man in the middle of Qi training, smiling and bowing to him.

"Senior, are you participating in the trade fair?"

"Exactly."

"Chenghui! One hundred spirit stones per person."

Wang Hong took out one hundred spirit stones, which was the entrance fee, and the entrance fee was the main source of income for those who opened this kind of shop.

Like this kind of trade fair between monks of the same level, sometimes several familiar monks get together to trade items by the way. This kind of trade is random and not often.

And sometimes you need to trade items, and then go around to pull people, which is quite troublesome.

So this kind of trading house came into being, and this kind of shop was usually opened by some well-connected monks.

It is held regularly, and a certain entrance fee is charged each time. After all, it costs money to provide venues, personnel, tea, etc., and the organizers have to make a profit.

"Senior, upstairs please!"

The old man collected the spirit stone and led Wang Hong upstairs.

In a hall upstairs, there were nearly a hundred sets of tables and chairs. At this time, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment monks were already sitting. The cultivation base is the most in the early stage of foundation establishment, and only one person in the late stage of foundation establishment.

After Wang Hong went in, he found a random place to sit down, and soon someone placed some spirit fruit spirit tea on the wooden table in front of him.

It was just some very ordinary spirit fruits, not worth a few spirit stones. He took a sip from his teacup, and the taste was very ordinary.

It's right to think about it, they only collected a hundred spirit stones, if they serve better spiritual fruit and spiritual tea, they will eat it back.

There are still two hours before the official start of the trade fair, during which time people came in one after another.

Two hours later, there were more than 50 people sitting in the hall. Although it was not full, more than 5,000 spirit stones could be harvested this time.

There are two times on the first and fifteenth day of a month, and the income of more than 100,000 spirit stones a year is not bad.

At this time, a middle-aged monk came in, stood in the middle, and made a bow in each direction.

"My humble Xue Pu, thank you fellow daoists for coming to this trade fair.

This trade fair is still the old rule. Everyone first puts the items they want to trade on the table, and then tells the items they want to exchange according to the seat. "

After he finished speaking, everyone took out the items they used to trade and put them on the table.

Everyone took out a variety of items, including materials from monsters, some claws, feathers, teeth, bones, and blood of monsters.

The strangest thing was a big man who took out a thing like a tiger whip. It was the thickness of a human's calf, five feet long, and it was cut from some monster.

This move of his attracted the eyes of several female cultivators beside him, some of them were unmoved.

Some pretended to be disgusted, but secretly looked at them from time to time, and there was even a bold female nun who reached out and rubbed it curiously.

There are also various ores and other materials. Most of these ores are used for refining equipment, and a small part can also be used for alchemy.

One of the black-faced monks took out a piece of material, which was bigger than two tables, and he put it directly on the ground.

Of course, there are many kinds of elixir and other items that Wang Hong is most concerned about.

Some are what he already has, and some he doesn't have. If there is a chance, he wants to trade them all. Anyway, he is a false identity now, and he is not afraid of attracting attention.

First of all, there is a female cultivator in the middle stage of foundation establishment. She looks twenty-eight years old, her skin is watery, and she looks pretty pretty. There are several kinds of spiritual herbs, a few pieces of ore, and a black spiritual Wood.

"I want to exchange a Zhuyan Pill. I can pick whatever I want here. There are star moon grass, crape myrtle grass... and this section of golden iron wood."

The female cultivator introduced all her items, which were all second-level spiritual grass and spiritual mines.

After speaking, he looked expectantly at everyone present.

She is already over a hundred years old, and she was lucky enough to take a Zhuyan Pill when she was young, so that when she was over a hundred years old, several Taoist companions had died, and she still looked like a young girl.

What she usually enjoys the most is walking outside. When some young monks see her, their faces are red.

It's a pity that the efficacy of the Zhuyan Pill is about to wear off, and once the efficacy wears off, she will start to age, and finally become an old woman with white hair and chicken skin.

This is unacceptable to her, and she cannot imagine how old she looks.

Therefore, in recent years, she often went to major trade fairs, hoping to get another Zhuyan Pill.

She looked at more than 30 people in a row, but there was no response. It seemed that she had failed again this time and could only return with bare hands.

When she looked at a middle-aged monk, the monk's eyes did not avoid his gaze.

Instead, she met her eyes, and the other party's eyes were clear, and she knew that it was not the eyes that fell in love with her, but something else.

She smiled and asked, "Does this fellow Taoist have Zhu Yan Dan?"

"There are Zhuyan Pills, but I have to choose at least three of the items on the table of fellow daoists."

Wang Hong replied with a smile.

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