Chapter 8 Spiritual Skills Pavilion
Meng Guan from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion?
When He Song heard this, the figure of the old man from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion suddenly flashed in his mind.
The predecessor who was able to obtain the book "Spiritual Plant Planting Techniques" was given by Meng Guan.
Being able to become Ling Zhihu was also due to Meng Guan's affection.
Even for Meng Guan, this matter is just a small matter within his responsibilities, but gratitude is gratitude, and it needs to be repaid.
Now when he came to Lingjian Pavilion, Wei Fan in front of him opened his mouth and it was Meng Guan.
Could it be said that these two people have a feud?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, He Song thought about it, and finally decided to remain unchanged in the face of changes.
Even if he hates Wei Fan in front of him, how can he control himself in Lingjian Pavilion?
The worst thing is, this Lingjian Pavilion will rarely come here from now on.
"I understand, if this junior can become a spiritual cultivator, it is Mr. Meng who leads the way. Otherwise, I am afraid that this junior will still be just a casual cultivator at this time."
Without any concealment, He Song replied.
As he spoke, He Song's eyes flickered, ready to leave at any time.
Within Zhushan Xianfang, even if you are an insider of Xianfang, you are not allowed to use force.
Once the law enforcement team is attracted, not everyone can bear the crime of taking action in Xianfang.
Even if the Wei Fan in front of him is the deacon of Lingjian Pavilion, he may not be able to escape punishment.
"Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be like this. It's very safe in Xianfang. Moreover, Meng Guan and I are from the same sect. I just want to ask how he is doing." Wei Fan looked at He Song with a smile on his face. kind.
One of Meng Guan's duties in the Lingyao Pavilion is to recruit new Lingzhufu, and he naturally knows this.
In this case, He Song, the spiritual master who had just joined the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, must have been introduced by Meng Guan.
He had just asked, just to see what He Song's character was like and whether he was worthy of his friendship.
If He Song had just subconsciously cut off the relationship with Meng Guan, I am afraid that what was waiting for He Song would not be the kind face at this moment.
But now the result makes him quite satisfied, and naturally he treats He Song differently.
Seeing this situation, He Song suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, the two began to chat with each other.
Through previous inquiries, Wei Fan knew what He Song's character was like.
And He Song was happy to accept Wei Fan's kindness.
With both parties interested in making friends, the relationship between the two began to get closer quickly.
By the time He Song was sent out of Lingjian Pavilion by Wei Fan himself, the two had already begun to call themselves brothers.
Leave Lingjian Pavilion.
He Song looked in the direction of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.
Meng Guan, the man who recommended me to join the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion and become Ling Zhihu, should soon be able to treat him differently through Wei Fan, right?
This way.
In this Zhushan Immortal Workshop, I had the friendship of a monk who was in the middle stage of Qi training and a monk who was in the late stage of Qi training.
During the previous conversation, He Song already knew that Wei Fan's cultivation had reached the seventh level of Qi training. Better than Meng Guan who is at the sixth level of Qi training.
Interacting with Wei Fan and Meng Guan, not to mention that he will be able to achieve great success in the future, but at least he will not have any foundation.
Once there is any news, he can know it in advance through Wei Fan and Meng Guan.
Thinking of this, He Song's steps suddenly became brisker.
I didn’t go home to practice.
He Song followed his memory and soon came to the stall area in Xianfang.
The last time I came to the stall area, it was the first time I went out to buy Fanmi.
He Song was cautious at first and left in a hurry after buying twenty kilograms of rice. He didn't even bother to visit the stall area, for fear that he would be stared at by others.
But it is different now.
He Song, who was wearing Ling Zhifu's attire, had a status in Zhushan Immortal Square that was not comparable to that of ordinary casual cultivators.
Naturally, you don’t have to worry about being watched if you buy something.
This time when he came to the stall area, He Song took a good stroll around the stall area.
"Low-grade thick earth talisman, five spiritual stones each, there are thirteen left, while supplies last."
"Lingmi, homegrown spiritual rice, one piece of spiritual stone weighs ten kilograms."
"Bigu Pill, two spiritual stones in one bottle."
"The low-grade magic weapon is sold at a loss and only costs eighty spirit stones."
"..."
Hearing the sounds of selling, He Song's eyes swept over the stalls in front of him.
There were people selling talismans, and there were talisman pens, talisman ink, talisman paper and other talisman-making materials on the stalls, which looked both plentiful and miscellaneous.
There are those selling Bigu Pills, and the stalls are filled with bottles and jars, but the contents are basically low-grade elixirs like Bigu Pills. Serious alchemists will not set up stalls in the stall area.
There are also people who sell magic weapons, but looking at the pits on the magic weapon, He Song can imagine how many times that magic weapon has been damaged.
He Song also saw the old man from the last time he bought spiritual rice.
At this time, spiritual rice was constantly pouring out of the old man's cuffs, and a cloth bag was quickly filled.
"Storage bags?"
Seeing the spiritual rice pouring out of the old man's sleeves, a term suddenly flashed in He Song's mind.
“I didn’t expect that an old man selling rice could actually carry a storage bag with him.”
After He Song took a few more glances, he withdrew his gaze. At the same time, he also gained a little confidence in Ling Zhifu's future.
An old man who sells spiritual rice can have a storage bag.
I will definitely have it in the future!
Keep going.
More and more stalls appeared in front of He Song, and the products sold became more and more miscellaneous.
With He Song's knowledge, many things were unheard of and unseen.
But He Song didn't care.
The cultivation of casual cultivators is inherently difficult. Compared with sect disciples and family disciples, the knowledge reserves of casual cultivators are definitely insufficient.
It is also very simple to solve.
look up.
He Song saw a huge plaque at a glance.
"Spiritual Skills Pavilion."
This is He Song's goal when he came to the stall area this time.
When communicating with Wei Fan before, Wei Fan told He Song that he needed to come to Lingji Pavilion to buy some spells commonly used by immortal cultivators.
At the same time, there are also many common-sense books on immortal cultivation in the Lingji Pavilion for reading.
These books are available for free to casual practitioners.
But it is free for the insiders of Zhushan Xianfang.
Normal billing will only occur when purchasing spells.
In this way, it is a treasure place for a rookie like He Song who has just entered the world of immortality and has become an insider of the Immortal Workshop.
After taking a look at his own clothes that belonged to Ling Zhihu, He Song stepped forward and walked into the Lingji Pavilion.
"Ping'er, a little girl, has met Taoist friend. Please tell me, Taoist friend, what spells are needed?"
As soon as he entered the Lingji Pavilion, a gentle female voice came to He Song's ears.
Looking at Xunyin, He Song's eyes lit up.
In front of him, a beautiful female editor looked at him with a smile, and the voice just now came from her mouth.
Female cultivators usually have good looks, while cultivators are almost always handsome men and beautiful women.
He Song's appearance at this moment can be said to be dignified and handsome.
"I, He Song, have met with fellow Taoists and have been asked by seniors to choose some basic spells."
