Chapter 135 1 Spiritual Stones
"Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy Place?"
"Why does this name seem a little wrong?"
After finding the location of the Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy Square nearest to him, a thought flashed in He Song's mind.
But then he shook his head and put away the thoughts in his heart.
He was there to sell stolen goods.
Not looking for flowers.
No matter whether it is called Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy Place or some other fairy place.
It doesn't prevent him from selling spiritual rice and selling stolen goods at all.
Finally, he looked back at the valley that had been completely covered by the formation. He Song's figure rose into the air and quickly rushed towards the location of Wanhua Fairy Square.
soon.
Only one day passed, and He Song's figure appeared at the entrance of Wanhua Fairy Square.
At this time, He Song's whole body was covered by a black robe, and the Breath Condensation Technique was running all the time to restrain all his own breath.
Dressed up like this, He Song's whole person was instantly made mysterious.
However, people dressed like this would pass by from time to time, and He Song's appearance was not eye-catching.
Looking around, He Song paused slightly.
Wanhua Fairy Square.
It is named after a variety of spiritual flowers grown in Xianfang.
Different from other fairy houses, what is grown outside the Wanhua Fairy Square is not spiritual rice.
Instead, there are delicate and beautiful spiritual flowers.
Some of these spiritual flowers are used to make aromatherapy, some are used to put into spiritual wine, some are used for monks to bathe, and some...
All in all, spiritual flowers are worth a lot of money.
He Song entered Wanhua Fairy Square at this moment.
Immediately I smelled a strong aroma.
At this time, it was the time when hundreds of flowers were blooming. He Song looked at it and felt that he and the entire Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy were in a sea of flowers.
The spiritual flowers are blooming in the flower field, bringing an extremely strong visual impact.
However, He Song only paused when he saw this, and then looked at the map dedicated to Wanhua Fairy Square placed at the entrance.
On the map, the various areas of Wanhua Fairy Square and the location of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion where He Song was going were marked.
Wanhua Fairy Square.
There is also a Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.
Although the flowers grown here are all spiritual flowers, monks also need spiritual rice in their daily lives to increase their cultivation.
In the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion of Wanhua Fairy Square, in addition to spiritual flowers, spiritual rice is also sold.
Glancing at the map.
After memorizing the various areas of the Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy, He Song strode into the Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy.
This time.
He Song's cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training, and his mood when taking out the spiritual rice and selling the stolen goods can be said to be very different from before.
Think back to the beginning.
When He Song first took action on Lingmi, he was always cautious, fearing that he would be targeted.
Now that he has reached the advanced stage of Qi training, although he is still cautious, his heart is much calmer than before.
At least, when your own strength is guaranteed, you will no longer be afraid of those young people.
Even if you can't beat it.
You can still run.
With this mentality, He Song looked more confident.
Even the steps under his feet became a little brisker.
This is the benefit brought by one's own strength.
Wanhua Fairy Square.
Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.
In your living room.
He Song took a sip of the spirit tea, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
This place deserves to be called the Fairyland of Ten Thousand Flowers. Even the spiritual tea in your living room has a rich floral fragrance, which makes people have endless aftertaste.
"Fellow Taoist Han, may the spiritual tea from my Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy House be able to enter the eyes of fellow Taoist?"
Beside He Song, a rich young man had curved eyebrows. Seeing the satisfied look on He Song's face, he immediately asked.
This person's name is Fang He, and he is the deacon of the Wanhua Fairy Square Spiritual Medicine Pavilion. He Song's reception this time was also through his hands.
Facing monks like He Song who are in the late stages of Qi training, even the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion does not dare to neglect them at all.
When He Song first stepped into the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, the spiritual pressure of a late-stage Qi-training monk instantly alarmed him.
Immediately, He Song was directly welcomed into your living room.
Moreover, he, the deacon of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, personally received them.
"Yes, such a spiritual tea, even compared to Bi Xian Spirit Tea, it has a different flavor. Good tea, good tea."
Putting down the tea cup, He Song complimented casually.
Immediately, he waved his hand gently.
Suddenly, a small cargo storage bag appeared on the table in front of He Song.
He Song didn't come here just to drink tea.
But to take action on spiritual rice.
Just take a sip of tea and give the host some face.
The most important thing is to take action.
"This is......"
Fang He saw this, took a look at it, and after obtaining He Song's consent, he picked up the small cargo storage bag on the table.
Immediately afterwards, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"One hundred and one hundred thousand kilograms of spiritual rice. Fellow Daoist Han is from the Establishment Family?"
When He Song came here, when introducing his name, he still used the name Han Feiyu.
As for the real name, it will definitely not be exposed.
Moreover, since the name Han Feiyu has appeared once, its appearance again this time will also have the effect of confusing the eyes.
Therefore, when Fang He spoke, He Song's title became Fellow Daoist Han.
Facing Fang He's inquiry, He Song smiled and said nothing.
He just looked at Fang He quietly and didn't speak.
It wasn't until a moment later, when Fang He's piercing eyes made Fang He sweat on his forehead and feel uneasy in his heart, that He Song withdrew his gaze.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, how many spiritual stones can these spiritual rice be sold for?"
Without answering Fang He's inquiry, He Song directly asked about the price.
According to He Song's estimate.
Generally speaking, 10% of the profit will be taken when selling spiritual rice in Xianfang Lingyao Pavilion.
If all the 110,000 kilograms of spiritual rice that he gave were sold at the market price, he could get 11,000 spiritual stones.
But if another 10% of the profit is taken.
The selling price of these 110,000 kilograms of spiritual rice turned into 9,900 spiritual stones.
Such a commission made He Song's heart ache slightly.
But in order to quickly sell these spiritual rice, He Song had to sell it.
no way.
He really didn't want to compete with casual cultivators for these spiritual stones, nor did he want to be targeted for these spiritual stones.
trouble.
Too much trouble.
Therefore, losing some profits and directly selling these spiritual rice to Lingyao Pavilion at once became what He Song needed to do.
"One hundred and ten thousand kilograms of spiritual rice, deducting 10% of the profit, is nine thousand nine hundred spiritual stones."
Seeing that He Song didn't answer his thoughts, Fang He looked embarrassed, but then he rolled his eyes and quickly gave another price.
"Of course, these spiritual rice, Fellow Daoist Han, are all of the best spiritual rice. They are full of grains and full of spiritual energy. I can produce 10,000 spiritual stones. Take all these spiritual rice."
"I just hope that if you have a chance next time, fellow Taoist, you can come to my Ten Thousand Flowers Immortal Square Spiritual Medicine Pavilion to talk about it."
As he spoke, Fang He was smiling, as if he was really looking forward to He Song's arrival again.
Seeing this, He Song glanced at Fang He's body and hands, and found nothing unusual before nodding in agreement.
