NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3: Mixed-feather parrot, auction begins
In his small courtyard, Wei Zhong held the top-grade Qi-nourishing Pill he had just bought.
Half of the more than 300 spiritual stones he had just earned were gone in the blink of an eye, which made Wei Zhong lament that it was not easy to become an immortal.
‘Forget it, the auction will do its best. ’
Thinking about the scale of this auction, Wei Zhong wondered whether he should participate as a spiritual farmer Wei Zhong or as a casual cultivator Chu He.
Wei Zhong has been operating as a spiritual farmer for many years and already has some connections in the Yan family. Even if he takes photos of some precious spiritual objects, it will be safer in the Yan family's territory.
If we were to practice Chuhe casually, there might be a few battles after the meeting.
‘It’s better for Wei Zhong to take action. ’
‘We can’t count on the life-extending pill Wei Zhong at the auction. With its rarity, I don’t know how many people are watching. ’
‘I am very satisfied if I can buy some healing elixirs. ’
The life span of high-level Qi Refining monks is at least 150 years, which is at least half longer than that of ordinary people. Long-lived people can even live to 178 years.
But Wei Zhong's upper limit of lifespan is only one hundred and thirty-seven.
After all, the martial arts in the early years were a bit eager for quick success, and the injuries caused in the mortal world had a serious impact on the subsequent journey of cultivating immortals.
It would be great if you could buy some elixirs that could strengthen your foundation and cultivate your vitality.
By treating this injury, he no longer has to worry about longevity in a short time.
There is no need to be downgraded multiple times, and it will be a bit troublesome if someone finds out.
Incidentally, this longevity incident can also be attributed to the treatment of injuries.
After all, it is unreasonable for a dying old man to do "sit-ups".
In this way, I can farm safely in the Yan family for a few years.
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Three days later, there were many foreign monks stationed in the Yan family, and tomorrow was a good day for the auction.
The monks who were attracted began to trade with each other among themselves. For a time, the area outside the Yan family's residence seemed to have become a market. Many monks were confused among them, and two or three casual cultivators died.
In order to maintain order and stability, the Yan family simply set aside a piece of land for the purpose of trading with foreign monks. They also dispatched disciples from the clan to patrol on a daily basis to protect the Yan family's face.
"How can you sell this parrot?"
Wei Zhong said to the old man behind the stall.
In front of him stood a half-meter-high birdcage with three birds in it.
The two feathers are white and extraordinary. The other one was mixed with six or seven colors including black, red, gray, etc. It was obvious that the blood was impure.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a long beard that hung down to his chest. Wei Zhong was a little surprised when he asked about this variegated bird.
"This is a strange species among the white-feathered parrots. It is suspected that the bloodline has mutated. One hundred low-grade spiritual stones will belong to fellow Taoists."
Wei Zhong shook his head. It was obvious that the other party had fooled him into thinking he was a novice.
"Ten spirit stones. Fellow Taoist, don't think this is cheap. A white-feathered parrot only costs fifty spirit stones.
Fellow Taoist, this miscellaneous feather is probably the blood between a white-feathered parrot and a mortal bird. Its eyesight is dull and not as agile as the other two. I am afraid it will fall into the category of spiritual beasts. "
The white-feathered parrot is usually only a first-level spiritual beast, which is equivalent to the realm of Qi refining. And his strength is average, with no combat power or other special abilities.
Only its feathers are white, extraordinarily beautiful, and with a certain agility, it can be regarded as one of the smarter types among ordinary spiritual beasts. It is deeply loved by monks and is an ornamental spiritual beast.
As soon as Wei Zhong's words came out, the other party's expression turned ugly.
‘It seems I was right. ’
"Forty spirit stones, fellow Taoist can't go any lower."
It seemed that he was eager to sell it, and when he quoted it again, it was almost cut in half.
Wei Zhong stretched out his hands.
"Ten spirit stones."
The stall owner seemed a little unwilling.
"Thirty..."
Wei Zhong turned around and left.
I just saw that this parrot was colorful and kind of friendly, so I wanted to put it in the small courtyard as a gadget to relieve my boredom, but I didn't want to spend spiritual stones to cultivate it as a spiritual beast.
Seeing Wei Zhong leaving directly, the stall owner finally became anxious:
"Fellow Taoist, stay..."
A moment later, Wei Zhong walked through the market carrying a smaller birdcage, which contained the parrot.
After walking around the entire market, Wei Zhong found that there were a lot of good things among them, and of course the prices were also pretty good.
There were more casual cultivators who opened their mouths. Wei Zhong saw a casual cultivator holding up an unknown black fragment. He said that it was a fragment of a magic weapon. It might contain the inheritance of a certain alchemy monk. It was priced at five hundred low-grade spiritual stones. .
The magic weapon is a third-level magic weapon and above, which can only be used flexibly by at least Danjie monks.
Wei Zhong has never seen it, so it's hard to make a judgment.
All the monks also sneered at this.
‘Five hundred low-grade spiritual stones. A spiritual farmer like me needs to earn money without eating or drinking for at least five or six years. Who would spend money to buy this thing. ’
Wei Zhong turned around and left. Even if what the stall owner said was true, so what, but the small fragments were of no use to him. With this little spiritual stone, it was better to buy a few bottles of elixirs to improve his cultivation.
As for the inheritance of Danjie monks, Wei Zhong thinks that he does not have that luck.
In the past life, the card drawing was always "clear sky", how could I dare to do this kind of drawing.
But then I thought about it, does the fact that I can travel here mean that I am blessed?
Wei Zhong shook his head. He only had three days to live after traveling through time.
A little blessing, but not much.
Returning to his residence, Wei Zhong hung the parrot cage in the courtyard.
He doesn’t have any spiritual beasts, and he also has no way to control them. The stall owner has also sold this kind of method, but the price is not very beautiful and not as affordable as buying it from Yan's family.
Two grains of spiritual rice popped out from his hand, and the parrot flapped its wings twice and took them into its mouth.
"Well, you know how to eat by yourself, so you're not stupid. Since your fur is mixed, I'll call you Jiucai.
Jiucai, leek, this name seems to have returned to the previous life."
Wei Zhong turned around and went back to the room. Jiucai looked at Wei Zhong's back without any reaction until he could no longer see him, then turned his head and looked at the big tree in the yard.
Stunned...
The next day, the Yan family flowed, and all the cultivators went to the auction site.
Even the spiritual farmers in the fields were no exception. Seeing Wei Zhong follow the flow of people, the familiar spiritual farmers greeted him.
A spiritual farmer who has been farming for decades in the Yan family and is at the eighth level of Qi Refining is also a character.
Wei Zhong nodded in return, but did not come forward to talk, maintaining the consistent personality of his predecessor.
When he entered the venue, Wei Zhong was stopped by a young cultivator.
Seeing Wei Zhong releasing the spiritual pressure of a high-level Qi-refining cultivator, Yan Qiyu's eyes were somewhat respectful.
"Please pay the entrance fee of two spirit stones, senior."
Wei Zhong handed over two spirit stones with ease and took a token from him.
Kan, Jia, seventy-six, it seems that the scale of this auction is really large.
Behind Wei Zhong, Yan Qiyu stopped another cultivator and said the same words. The latter's face turned red and seemed a little angry...
Two spirit stones are not much, but they are not blown by the wind.
This way of collecting admission fees blocked those with poor wealth from the venue, which was considered a screening.
However, Yan Jiaguang made a lot of money by collecting spirit stones this time.