Chapter 720 Certification

Chapter 720 Certification

Having seen the image transformation of the main soul, I naturally understand it.

Tu Shanjun didn't feel this way. He looked up and down and saw that the black robe woven with evil spirit seemed to be much closer to the body. He wiped the long hair on his forehead and tied it into a bun.

Then, taking advantage of the dim light, he walked out of the back door of the orphanage and went straight to the street.

Earlier, I had inquired with Sanniang about the store that stored the elixirs.

Across Fifth Street, there is Rongqingfang.

There is a complete street market there.

Originally, when we went out, we saw the morning light for the first time, but after walking for a long time, it was already bright.

The brilliant golden light waved down wantonly, dispelling the heaviness and darkness of the night, and even sweeping away countless illnesses. Only the light and shadow were scattered, and the wheels of the puppet carriage crushed the morning fog.

Silence disappears, ushering in an uproar.

Tushanjun felt like he had finally left the village in the city.

Although they are only five streets apart, the scenery is completely different.

If when I was in the orphanage, I only felt like I was still in a village, now I feel like I am squeezing into a big city. The surrounding pavilions are staggered at different heights. Supported by the clearance devices, the rows of pavilions look extremely majestic, and the shadows cast down are like the oppression of giant beasts.

The monks coming and going gathered into a crowd, most of them walked by in a hurry, while a few kept their spirits up and looked tired. The auras in it were mixed, and for a moment it seemed a bit unclear. Is this still the same cultivator who came and went?

Tu Shanjun laughed in surprise.

He is also a monk, but he also has to walk on the street.

The method of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth cannot be used in Tianji City.

What's more, the soul flag is still being repaired, and Xu Sanniang's magic power is not enough to support the main soul body to come out. At the end of the day, my pocket is still empty. If it wasn't empty, he would have boarded the puppet carriage or rented a rickshaw by now, so there would be no need to waste such a journey.

"It's just a little money." Tu Shanjun said softly.

Looks indifferent.

He didn't feel embarrassed, and was extremely calm.

On the contrary, stepping into the world like this made Tushanjun feel the smoke and smoke that he had not seen for a long time.

I have been away from the world for so long that I am not used to actually walking there. However, there was no so-called vicissitudes in his eyes. They were black and white, so clear that nothing could be seen.

"Aquarius Pavilion."

Looking up at the flying dragons and phoenixes, and then at the overall four-story building, Tu Shanjun nodded slightly: "Okay! There must be someone knowledgeable in a place like this."

"It's time for my scattered daughter to return from here!"

After finishing his words, he strode into the pavilion.

The yawning boy in front of the counter was too sleepy to wake up. He just pointed at both sides and said: "They all have prices. If you want to buy Qi Condensation, Cultivation, Strengthen Bones and Muscles,... go to the left. If you want to buy Exorcism, Exorcism, To clear your mind, strengthen your will, and get rid of maladies... go to the right."

"The Foundation Establishment Pill goes to the second floor."

"..."

A series of words were spoken like a rhyme, as if they were memorized backwards, and as if they had been refined thousands of times.

"I don't buy it."

"Not buying?"

The boy's nostrils widened as he stared. He was about to blurt out a word when he saw the black Taoist robe on Tushanjun's body. He immediately swallowed it. If he could afford such good materials, he must not be in a shantytown. , urban villages, and endless wandering casual cultivators.

"If you don't want to buy elixirs when you come to my Aquarius Pavilion, what are you doing here?"

"I wonder if you will accept the elixir?"

"receive."

The boy's eyes flickered and became shiny. He quickly invited Tu Shanjun to a seat in the main hall and thoughtfully made a pot of tea. Then he sat down and asked, "Are you an alchemist?"

"yes."

"I don't know which school or sect I studied under?"

Tu Shanjun thought for a while and was about to blurt out Taiyi. After thinking about it, he swallowed it and said: "There is no school or sect."

"Rogue cultivator."

The enthusiasm in the boy's eyes suddenly faded by 30%.

"I wonder what level of elixir a high cultivator can make?"

"I know all first-level elixirs." Tu Shanjun felt that the mana and cultivation of this split soul were probably not enough to support him in refining second-level elixirs. It was too strenuous.

Simply speaking, it’s about choosing.

Of course, he is mainly here to sell Qi training pills, no matter how you say it.

"Do you have the certification from Tianji Dan Club?"

"Danshe? Certification?"

Tushanjun was confused.

"Tianji Alchemy Society was founded by the Daqi Sect. All alchemists can join the society after passing the test. The salary is second. The most important thing is to be certified by the Alchemy Society. Only then can you open up the alchemy in the city. Otherwise, all the elixirs can only be counted." Zuo is a black elixir."

"Has your... elixir been tested and certified by the elixir society?"

…

Tu Shanjun stood at the door of Baoping Pavilion and frowned.

That's right. If there is no elixir that has been tested and certified, which regular elixir shop, pavilion, or restaurant will accept it? If there is a problem with the food, the alchemist will run away and the shop will not be open.

If you take it for cheap, you can see whether the immortal can jump high or not.

Before Tu Shanjun could promote his products, he was ‘invited’ by the boy from Aquarius Pavilion.

"It's not as pleasant as having a big headache!"

Although the boy invited him out, he also pointed out an unclear path to him.

He said that there was an old woman doing nothing in the backstreet of Longrongfang, where she could sell some obscure things, but the price would be very low.

Tushanjun touched his chin and thought to himself.

He hasn't jumped anyone else yet, so this guy probably wants to jump him first. You know, the atmosphere in Tianji City is not good.

Lu Jing was deceived even when he pretended to be the True Monarch of Nascent Soul, let alone his Qi-training spirit. But thinking on the bright side, those who deceive Yuan Ying must be very strong, and the strength of those who deceive Qi Lian is also very different from Lian Qi.

If that were the case, he wouldn't mind making a fortune.

go.

Just leave.

The good time is spent traveling.

Tossing from here to there, and tossing from there.

Finally arrived at Longrongfang.

The old man frowned when he saw Tushanjun, with a strange expression from top to bottom. He looked up and down, then back down, and looked at the sky outside the door.

It is clear that the sky is clear and the sun is bright.

He looked back at Tushanjun again.

"What is the old man looking at?"

Tu Shanjun asked.

"It's not a cloudy day, nor is it hazy with fog. There is no cover from the wind. How dare you walk in the sun despite being exposed to the sun."

"I see that your cultivation level is not high and your aura is not enough."

"The scorching sun is like peeling off skin, can you bear it?" The old man is obviously very discerning, and his cultivation is quite advanced. He is not too old in comparison, but he is so old for some reason. face.

His eyes were clear, but they also showed a doubtful look.

Under the influence of such weather, ghost cultivators with insufficient cultivation will generally not go out.

At least not during daylight hours.

Tu Shanjun's body with the evil spirit condensed protected him from the cold wind and the scorching sun.

The rest is probably just a habit for Tushanjun.

The old man didn't know this. She just felt that under such heat, ghost cultivators could easily lose their minds and become violent ghosts.

Just like ordinary monks who become demons, ghost cultivators who turn into evil spirits are also considered as demons. At that time, they will definitely cause a commotion in the city and affect everyone.

"The ghost market will open in half a month."

"If you can wait, come back then."

Tushanjun can wait, but the dozens of bellies in the orphanage cannot. Waiting for a few days will definitely be fine, but after waiting for half a month, they will have to wait for nothing.

And even if you go to the ghost market, you may not be able to sell the elixir. Waiting like this is obviously not an option.

"Is there any other way for the old man?" Tu Shanjun handed over.

"At the end of the alley, there is a small street where you can set up a stall. You only need a piece of baggage to make it. But it is not as safe as the ghost market there."

The old woman still pointed out a way to Tushanjun, but she still told Tushanjun about the troubles involved.

"Safety?"

"The last thing I'm afraid of is not being safe!"

After walking out of the coffin shop, Tushanjun had a square scarf in his hand.

It was given to him by the old woman.

Cross the alley.

It's dusk.

I did see a lot of down-and-out monks setting up stalls on the street. Miscellaneous things were piled there, slumped together, and it was impossible to tell what they were selling.

Tu Shanjun, on the other hand, has a straight figure and impressive temperament. He looks quite strange in his black robe.

Tu Shanjun took out the porcelain vase from his arms. The porcelain vase was borrowed from Guan Xu Sanniang. It was made of clay and was worthless, but it was better than taking out the elixirs in vain. Not only was it not classy, ​​it also seemed irregular. More importantly, it was difficult to raise the price. You can make more money by adding a few porcelain vases, so why not do it.

The tall monk sat there cross-legged, and then glanced at his colleagues beside him from the corner of his eye.

Most of their stalls were filled with rags, animal bones, herbs, even incomplete magic weapons, unknown elixirs, yellowed books and objects that they had no idea what they were.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want some elixir?"

Tushanjun started talking.

Not far away, the monk wearing unknown monk clothes grinned and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, are you new here? We are all in the same industry. You ask me if I want some elixir? If your elixir is good, Why bring it here and sell it?"

Then he said mysteriously: "Fellow Taoist, I think the robe you are wearing is good. Do you want to sell it?"

"Did you take a look at my clothes?"

Tu Shanjun was dumbfounded. The clothes were useless, but they were condensed from evil spirits. If he took them off, they would turn into evil spirits within a short time.

It was not the rule of Tushanjun to show off with nothing, so he shook his head and said, "Why don't you take a look at the elixir I made?"

The monk smiled, shook his head slightly and said, "I heard that there are some monks in the city who are accustomed to doing business without capital. They make elixirs out of flour and spiritual energy-stimulating materials, and use their clothes to show off and deceive. This is commonly known as cheating."

"Because he only has that set of bright clothes."

Tushanjun smiled calmly.

With his ability, how could he be trapped by just a few spiritual stones.

There are many tricks and tricks, but he obviously doesn't care.

"How do you sell the Eight Talisman Techniques, fellow Taoist?"

The monk spread his fingers and said, "Five spiritual stones."

"It can't be cheaper. You see, this talisman is completely useless."

"At least four dollars."

"make a deal."

The colleague beside him waved to Tushanjun, indicating the four spiritual stones in his hand, and then put them safely into the bag.

Sit there until the sky becomes dark.

There were more and more monks in the market, and some of them stayed. But when they heard the price of a spiritual stone and a pill, they walked away muttering about money and going crazy.

"Fellow Taoist, what is in this porcelain vase?"

"Elixir."

"What's the price?"

"One spirit stone for each, not just for sale, but a bottle of ten, which counts as your nine spirit stones."

The man pondered: "What's the use?"

"Condensing Qi, forging the spirit, and strengthening the body."

"Isn't this bragging?"

"Children are innocent."

"If you don't believe it, fellow Taoist, you might as well try one and refine it here."

"No Dan Society certification?"

The monk in black robes sneered and said, "If it were certified, I wouldn't set up a stall here."

"Then I want to give it a try. How can fellow Taoist have the courage to sell a spiritual stone?" The monk holding the fan opened his hand and watched as the monk in black robe handed him a black pill the size of a pigeon egg.

The courage he had just seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

"If you believe me, fellow Taoist, and you feel it is suitable after trying it, I would like to collect these three bottles of elixirs, totaling thirty elixirs, and sell them for fifteen spiritual stones." The monk in black robes said calmly.

"Okay, then I'll give it a try."

The fan-wielding monk swallowed the pigeon egg and suddenly felt a huge amount of spiritual energy coming from his Dantian!

Russia.

The monk opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes condensed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I want them all! But I don't have that many spirit stones, I only have eight spirit stones."

"Then you have no fate."

"I can only sell you a porcelain jar." The monk in black robes shook his head regretfully.

It's rare to see a person who dares to swallow it. Who would have thought that he is a poor man. If he wasn't a poor man, he wouldn't be able to gamble his life. I don't know whether I should be grateful that the monk in front of me was a poor man.

"Fellow Taoist, will you come again tomorrow?"

The monk then said: "Fellow Taoist, please come back tomorrow. I will collect the spiritual stones tomorrow."

As he spoke, he took out eight spiritual stones from his pocket, counted them carefully and handed them over.

"This is your elixir, please take it!"

Tu Shanjun sealed the bag on his waist and handed over the porcelain jar.

"Drink, you really fooled a fool."

Tu Shanjun ignored the expressions of his colleagues, touched the pocket on his waist, and nodded with satisfaction.

Finally got some money.

"Run quickly, the official is coming!"

A whine sounded like a loud gong at the entrance of the small street, and then resounded throughout the whole street. At the same time, the monk who was still setting up a stall took action.

Not to mention those who are far away, most of the colleagues around me have only a roll of blankets.

Only then did Tushanjun understand why the old woman gave him a square scarf.

Just one pocket, really convenient.