Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

Chapter 83 Future First Disciple

Seeing that this piece of spiritual wood was about to go unsold, a fat alchemist shouted loudly: "One million!"

The tenth elder was refreshed: "This fellow Taoist bids one million!"

Someone next to him laughed and said: "Zhuang Mingde, do you know the use of this thing? How can you be willing to spend so many spiritual stones!"

Zhuang Mingde sighed and said: "I don't want to spend so many spiritual stones to buy such a thing! But this is not an auction, and you can't bargain on the price! Don't you think this piece of wood is very similar to the piece of wood my father gave me at home!

It was said to have been passed down by our ancestors thousands of years ago. Even if it is of no use, it must be offered with incense! If he knew that I met the exact same one but did not bring it home, he would probably break my legs! Anyway, I brought it.

One million, if someone else bids higher than me, I can’t buy it, and he can’t say anything to me!”

"The banker is from an alchemy family, and Zhuang Mingde, even though he looks stupid, is the most talented alchemist of his generation." Yun Chi Zhenjun said.

Another three interest rates have passed and no one has increased the price.

Zhuang Mingde looked around as if he were sitting on pins and needles, his expression gradually becoming disappointed.

Zhao Xiaomeng pursed her lips and stared at the desk wood in the tenth elder's hand.

The tenth elder raised his right hand and was about to speak when suddenly a man in a cloak and a mask shouted: "One million and one hundred!"

Zhuang Mingde was immediately in high spirits and sat in his seat with peace of mind.

At this point, no one bids anymore.

The man successfully took down the spirit wood, and his eyes under the mask couldn't help but look at Zhao Xiaomeng.

Although Zhao Xiaomeng did not look back, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The person who concealed his identity was the stall owner he met at the market that day.

Originally, after Zhao Xiaomeng sent the spirit sword and the tripod to the auction house for consignment, she planned to buy the soul-nurturing wood herself. She was a weapon master, so it made sense to buy the spirit wood as a tool-refining material. However, in this case,

Everyone knows that she bought the soul-nurturing tree, and it is a hidden danger after all.

But that day, on the way back to the hotel, the stall owner stopped her and said with wild eyes: "Senior, may I ask if the hairpin on your head is the one you bought from the villain?"

"Exactly!"

"Senior is a weapon master!" He used a sure tone!

Zhao Xiaomeng had nothing to hide: "Exactly!"

"Master! Please bow to me, disciple!" The stall owner knelt on the ground without any warning.

Zhao Xiaomeng was startled.

This is a busy city, and people coming and going around are looking at the foundation-building monk who is kneeling in the street. Some lively people shouted loudly: "No two prices! You are recognizing your godmother! You godmother

She is too young to be your daughter!"

Seeing that Zhao Xiaomeng's face was getting more and more ugly, the stall owner hurriedly stood up and said, "Master, please come with me!" He did not dare to touch Zhao Xiaomeng, but he was afraid that she would not follow him.

The courage to kneel down and worship was gone.

Zhao Xiaomeng had already guessed his intention. This person was probably also a master of weapons. Seeing that the hairpin's grade had risen so much, she was excited to become a disciple in the street! She accepted his worship without checking, and she was already tainted with the cause and effect. Listen to it.

No matter what he said, just follow his wishes and leave with him.

Zhao Xiaomeng followed him and entered a courtyard.

After closing the courtyard door, the stall owner wanted to kneel down again, but Zhao Xiaomeng held him back: "If you have anything to say, just say it!"

The stall owner saw that although the golden elixir monk in front of him was not old, his eyes were not green at all, his expression was calm, and his actions were correct. If he did something outrageous in a hot head, he would probably turn around and leave! He decided to tell the truth.

, then he bowed and said: "Senior, my surname is Bu Mingjia. Because he has two professions, he is known as Buerji! He is a casual cultivator!"

"Since I embarked on the path of spiritual practice, I have become very interested in refining weapons and determined to become a weapon master. However, I have no choice but to explore on my own without the guidance of a famous teacher! I made that hairpin myself! Today I saw

The hairpin on senior's head can be seen at a glance that it has been re-refined. It was originally a low-grade magic weapon, but now it is a middle-grade magic weapon! Senior must be a powerful weapon master. Please accept me as your disciple. Bu Jia is willing to serve you for the rest of his life.

Master, around!"

Zhao Xiaomeng herself had just become a master, and now someone wanted to be her master, which was really beyond her expectation. However, this divination master was able to refine magic weapons without any guidance, and he could distinguish magic weapons and magic weapons at a glance.

The pros and cons can be regarded as some talent.

"I have a set of hand seals here. If you can learn it within one stick of incense and complete it within three breaths, I will consider accepting you as my disciple! Otherwise, I will erase your memory of today. Are you willing?"

Bu Jia's eyes were firm: "I do!"

Zhao Xiaomeng took out a blank jade slip, recorded 18 changes of handprints on it, and handed it to Bu Jia: "To prevent the handprints from spreading, if you can't, I will erase your memory of today!"

Bu Jia took the jade slip without hesitation: "I've thought about it! I have seen many weapon masters refining weapons. The senior must be the most outstanding weapon master. If you can't pass the test of the senior today, you are crazy.

I am also willing to do so!"

He put the jade slip against his forehead.

After three breaths, start forming seals with your hands.

At first, the speed was very slow, but he was not in a hurry. He would start over if he made a mistake. After half the incense stick was passed, he had finished the entire handprint with great stumbles.

For the second mudra, he used a quarter of a stick of incense.

The third mudra.

When the time was up, his fastest mudra took just over three breaths.

Zhao Xiaomeng nodded secretly, this Bu Jia is indeed very talented.

Bu Jia was excited at this time. The subtlety of this handprint frightened him. Now he just wanted to try weapon refining, but the young female cultivator in front of him had not yet relented and accepted him as her disciple!

He looked up at Zhao Xiaomeng, his eyes hopeful and uneasy.

Gradually it became pitiful.

Zhao Xiaomeng looked away in disgust: "If you look at me like this again, I will erase your memory, including the memory of that day at the market!"

Bu Jia lowered his head in confusion.

"If you do two things, I will accept you as my disciple!"

"Master, please speak!"

"Do you know about the auction in Medicine Valley?"

"I lived here before the foundation was built, so I naturally know."

"There is something I want in this auction! However, I don't want people to know that I took the photo!"

"I managed to sneak into the auction, but I was too short of money to take a photo and give it to the master! What does the master need from me? Just tell me!"

"You just need to conceal your identity and take pictures of the spirit wood! Don't worry about the spirit stone, I'll give it to you!" After saying that, she handed Bu Jia a storage bag. Bu Jia opened it and saw that there were two million in it.

A high-grade spirit stone scared him so much that his heart beat faster.

He usually sets up a stall in the market, but he has never seen so many high-grade spiritual stones!

He swallowed his saliva and said, "Master, aren't you afraid that I will take the spirit stone and run away?"

Zhao Xiaomeng asked strangely: "My handprints have 36 changes and 72 changes. Which one can't compare to two million high-grade spiritual stones?"

Bu Jia's eyes shone brightly and his whole body trembled with excitement: "This disciple is willing to go through fire and water for the master, even if he dies!"

"Of course, to be on the safe side, I used the soul-chasing technique on you. I can find you no matter where you go!" Zhao Xiaomeng continued.

Bu Jia was secretly frightened when he heard this. He guessed that the girl was a disciple of a famous sect who was good at refining weapons and had no experience in the world. He just stuck it on like a dog-skin plaster because of his fever. At this time, he recalled that every step the girl took was carefully thought out. He accepted it.

I have the last bit of contempt in my heart, and I am determined not to have any luck or disrespect!

"The second thing is to go to Wenxin Cliff in four years and worship at the Qingyun Sect. During this period, you can refine weapons with your handprints, but you are not allowed to pass them on to others. Do you understand me?"

Bu Jia felt relieved. The second thing was not difficult! He did not go to ask Xin Ya because with his qualifications, he was just an outside disciple after entering the sect and did not have the freedom of a casual cultivator. Now the master is waiting at Qingyun Sect.

He, he had to go in even if he risked his life!

Afterwards the two separated.

(End of chapter)