Chapter 62

after that, the nun handed the stall owner a beautiful wooden box, which should contain miraculous medicine.

The stall owner took it, opened a crack, and then looked at it with surprise on his face.

Then, after smelling the medicine seriously, he closed the wooden box and held it tightly.

"I can't imagine Huang Daoyou is so lucky. You can meet purple peony grass for 500 years, and it's still well collected. This is one of the main medicines of Juling pill."

"How many spirit stones can you exchange?" The nun was also very excited. Although she knew that the elixir was precious, she did not expect to be so valued.

"Five hundred spirit stones, I will take them. What do you think of Huang Daoyou?"

"Peng Daoyou is one of the best alchemists here. This elixir is more useful in your hands. Besides, Daoyou're trading with the old and the young. Naturally, I don't mind."

"Ha ha, Huang Daoyou flattered me. Is that a spiritual stone or a pill for you?"

"Pills. The spirit stone can't be used for the time being. It's still too dangerous in the three Jedi, but there are good things in dangerous places."

"OK, then you can give priority to the pills here. This little brother, I'm sorry for you." This is to Yi Heng.

When the nun heard this, she turned to look at Yi Heng. Seeing that he was only Qi refining seven layers, she did not pay much attention to it, so she chose the pills on the stall.

Yi Heng also looked at the nun, and her face was very pale. She thought that the wound was not healed, but the eye surgery could not see through. She knew that her cultivation must be much higher than her own.

"Taoist friends are heavy in their words, so they should be." Yi Heng answered and then got up and left.

"Sure enough, the monks who came out to walk were much higher. They only saw a few below eight floors, and most of them couldn't see through."

"But the price of pills is clear. Today, find a place to live, and then slowly start to change the pills into spirit stones tomorrow."

After spending three spirit stones, Yi Heng found a house like an inn here, but it was very simple. He didn't care about it. The monk didn't want to live in a bad environment, as long as he could meditate.

In the early morning of the next day, Yi Heng began to stroll purposefully.

"Yesterday, the stall owner already knew himself, but he can't go any more. Let's find some big Dan drugstores first."

"Lingdan Pavilion, this is it."

Yi Heng looks at a not so big Dan medicine shop in front of him. He even makes such brands as "Lingdan Pavilion". He thinks that he should have some strength.

After entering the gate, a smell of elixir gushed like a nose. People were coming and going inside. The business was very good in the early morning.

He found a yellow Chamberlain who had just finished his work and asked:

"what kind of pills do you have here

"What pill do you want? Our Lingdan pavilion has all kinds of pills from the Qi refining period to the foundation period, and even the foundation pills. I don't know what the strength of my guest is? " Said the Yellow Chamberlain with a little pride.

Yi Heng is very surprised to hear that, unexpectedly, this "Lingdan Pavilion" is so powerful that it can even build basic pills. It is said that it is extremely difficult to refine pills, which can increase the chance of breaking through the foundation by 20%.

"Do you accept pills here?" Yi Heng asked in a low voice.

"My guest, are you a alchemist?" The Yellow Chamberlain looked at him respectfully.

Yi Heng stares at him and doesn't reply.

The Chamberlain immediately responded that the dignity of the alchemist was not something he could entertain.

"My guest, please follow me up to the second floor." Then he walked out of the counter and went to the stairs behind the shop.

Yi Heng hesitated for a while, or step up to follow up.

"Pavilion master, this guest intends to sell pills."

The layout of the second floor is not complicated, but the decoration is antique and elegant.

The servant in yellow is talking to a middle-aged Confucian scholar with his head down.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked up with interest, but he was a little disappointed when he saw that Yi Heng was very young, but he still said enthusiastically:

"please have a seat, Daoyou."

Then he waved to the servant in yellow, and the servant went downstairs.

"Thank you Yi henglue felt guilty because he found that the cultivation of the middle-aged Confucian scholar could not be seen through, but he still sat on the wooden bench.

"Don't you know your name? What pills can be traded? " After pouring a cup of tea for Yi Heng, he looked at him.

He took the tea and did not dare to drink it.

"You are welcome. Don't give me your surname Chen. There are some elixir and healing elixir. Do you know if Lingdan pavilion has any strength?" Yi Heng keeps an eye on it.

"Ha ha, Chen Daoyou seems to be the first time to come to this square city. If you say that Lingdan pavilion has no strength, no one in this city will have strength any more. I just don't know how many pills you have?"

Although he was suspected, the middle-aged Confucian scholar and Taoist didn't get angry. On the contrary, he knew that Chen Daoyou must be here for the first time.

"There are not many pills. Ten bottles of poly spirit pills and five bottles of healing elixir." Yi Heng dare not take it out at once."I can't imagine that Chen Daoyou has so many pills. Is Chen Daoyou a alchemist?" The middle-aged Confucian scholars didn't seem to believe it.

"Taoist friends are joking. I can only follow the master to arrange miraculous medicine. Where can I make pills?"

"I'm disrespectful and disrespectful. I didn't think that respecting the teacher was a alchemist. Did you ever live here?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar has a clear look.

"Hehe, Daoyou, you'd better talk about pills first?" Yi Heng is a little unhappy when he is inquired again and again.

"I was reckless. I'll take a look at the pills first." The middle-aged Confucian scholar knew that he could not ask any more questions.

Yi Heng doesn't speak. As soon as he waves his hand, fifteen jade bottles appear on the wooden table.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar picked up a bottle at random. As soon as he opened it, a strong fragrance of pills floated out. Smelling the fragrance, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's face suddenly became dignified.

Pour out one and put it in the palm of your hand. Take a closer look and smell it.

"Chen Daoyou, all pills are like this?" Asked a little eagerly.

"All of them."

"This pill is infinitely close to the middle grade. I didn't expect the master to be so powerful. I took all these pills." Quickly checked all the pills, said the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"There are five spirit stones and two healing elixirs of such quality. They are 300 spirit stones. Can Chen Daoyou agree?"

"Yes."

"Ha ha, Chen Daoyou is really cheerful. I don't know if there is such a pill? If so, I'll take it all here? "

Yi Heng swept the spirit stone on the table, and there were more than 300 spirit stones in the storage bag. Then he said slowly, "there is no such pill."

"That's a pity. In the future, if you would like to sell it to me first, how about this price?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked sorry.

"Let's talk about it later. I said that there are no such pills, but there are still some Chinese medicines. Do you want to accept them?" Yi Heng took the tea and took a sip. A fresh fragrance of tea was immersed in his heart.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar heard clearly and looked at Yi Heng in shock.

"Chen Daoyou said there was a Chinese medicine? Come out and have a look. " He almost reached out to Yi Heng, but tried to hold back.

"Not much, two bottles." Two more delicate jade bottles appeared on the table.