Journey To Longevity

After leaving Wang Daoxiu's place, Zhang Shiping turned around and went to Xuanyuan Pagoda, and entrusted them with the Huijiu feathers in the storage bag, hoping to sell them for a good price. The monk entrusts the auction of spiritual objects, and after the sale is completed, Xuanyuan Pagoda will take 15% of the profit, and the rules of the shops under the name of Hongyuelou and Bixiaozong are also the same, business as you like.

However, Zhang Shiping, as the elder of the sect, can save half of the price and get some benefits. That's why he went to Xuanyuan Pagoda instead of going to other shops.

Of course, monks feel that it is expensive, so they can also find those small shops. They may not even pay a penny, and their attitude is still respectful, but maybe three to five months later, this item may not be able to sell.

After all, those Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators who want to buy spiritual objects for practice go to the largest shops here first, so why would they go to those small shops to pick things one by one. The spiritual materials purchased by high-level monks every time are not like the monks of the Qi refining period and the foundation building period, one is two copies, one piece is two yuan, and pennies must be compared. In order not to waste their training time, they almost filled the entire storage bag to the brim every time they made a move.

The shop naturally welcomes this kind of big-spending monk.

After going back and forth in this way, those large shops that can stand all year round usually have a good relationship with many high-level monks here, so every once in a while or on certain days, the shop will hold an auction. After receiving the invitation, the monks will more or less give some face. As long as they are free, they will come over in all likelihood.

But if this were replaced by those small shops, how could they have such a network, and the high-level monks invited would probably only be a few scattered people, not as many friends as the high-level monks themselves made, which would only increase the number of jokes!

In the quiet room of the store, Zhang Shiping talked with a Jindan elder surnamed Gu who was sitting here for more than half an hour, until another Jindan monk who was familiar with Gu came to the store. Fang Fang got up to say goodbye.

He was escorted by a steward in blue shirt, and left the Xuanyuan Pagoda.

Looking up, the sun is almost west at this moment, the clouds on the horizon are scattered like fish scales, and the red clouds are gradually dyeing.

Before I knew it, most of the day had passed quietly.

Zhang Shiping was entangled in all kinds of things, and he didn't even have time to sit down to refine his spiritual energy and accumulate his mana, so he really couldn't help himself. He chuckled lightly, but he didn't feel anxious at all at the moment. He walked slowly on the street, walked into the shops on the side of the road from time to time, looked at them and asked a few words, and then came out soon.

Seeing that dusk was approaching, the city was still bustling, and it didn't feel deserted.

On the contrary, most of the people walking on the street are foundation-building monks. When they saw Zhang Shiping approaching, those who were nearer stopped and turned sideways to pass, and those who were farther away glanced at him from the corner of their eyes. I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, and I accidentally bumped into a senior expert.

After walking half a street, the sun went down again, Zhang Shiping looked up, he couldn't see the setting sun in the city, he could only see a few touches of red clouds in the sky outside the high city wall. And in the distance there are streamers of various colors, it should be the monks who are going out are flying towards the city with their weapons.

Zhang Shiping's figure stretched slender on the street, and the small formations laid by the shops on both sides of the street were opened one after another, making the inside and outside transparent, illuminating the long street and dispelling the twilight.

"Let's go, I said this is just a remnant formula, not worth much, if you want to buy the silver fox heart pill, come back when you have a spirit stone." An old man who looked like fifty or sixty years old with gray hair happened to lead A child in his teens said helplessly.

"Uncle Ming, please, please. My mother can't bear it anymore." The child was crying, a little sad. He wanted to kneel down, but was grabbed by the old man.

"Hey! Let's go." The old man sighed deeply, his voice was a little louder, but also a little bit decisive.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Shiping felt a little familiar. He looked in the direction of the voice, and found that he had almost reached the Nanxiao branch of Haitong Commercial Bank.

Over the years, Zhang Shiping has used a large number of second-order sea beasts and monster spirit bones in order to breed phantom locusts, and his own shop can only satisfy 10% or 20% of them, and Zhang Shiping directly buys the rest in the "Haitong Commercial Bank" list.

During the twenty years in Nanxiao City, every half a year, the old man, who is also the shopkeeper of the branch here, would personally deliver the goods to Zhang Shiping.

As long as Lingshi can afford it, Zhang Shiping doesn't need to worry about other things, and the things will be delivered to him with quality and quantity. But if they were replaced by those small shops, they would not be able to do this. This is also the reason why many high-level monks do not like to go to small shops to buy and sell, and it takes energy to spend spirit stones. With such time, it is better to meditate and practice to accumulate mana, or go out to hunt monsters and look for opportunities.

And the reason why Zhang Shiping has been buying spiritual bones from the 'Haitong Trading Company' for a hundred years. At the beginning, it was because he was still acquainted with the real person Ming Yu of the Jin family at that time, and at that time, it happened that his pet phantom locust had changed, and he liked to eat spiritual bones. Naturally, the first thing Zhang Shiping considered was the Jin family's monster firm.

When Master Ming Yu passed away, Hai Dafu took over the business at the cost of protecting the Jin family for a hundred years.

In the beginning, the name of the store was still used as 'Monster Trading Company', but after more than ten years, Hai Dafu changed the name of the store to 'Haitong Trading Company'. The relationship between Zhang Shiping and this person was good or bad, and the business between the two parties naturally went on like this, and decades passed in a flash.

What's more, after staying in the South China Sea for so long, Zhang Shiping more or less knew that the backers behind this business were actually those old monsters in the Sea Clan and Monster Clan, and the ancestor Jifeng of Xuanyuanzong, Hai Dafu was just The three parties pushed it to the table, just like the real person Ming Yu from the Jin family before, they are not the real principals!

Seeing the shopkeeper pulling a crying child with red eyes, Zhang Shiping just took a look, then he looked away, without the slightest intention of going forward, and walked unhurriedly.

When Zhang Shiping was walking to the door of Haitong Commercial Bank, the old shopkeeper seemed to have just seen Zhang Shiping, with a strange look on his face, holding the child by the hand, he hurried forward and bowed his hands and said: "See you, junior!" Seeing Elder Zhang, why don’t you pay respects to Master Zhang soon?”

"Junior pay homage to Master Zhang." The weeping child immediately knelt down at the signal of the old man.

"No need." Zhang Shiping just lifted two fingers lightly, this child who is only in the early stage of Qi refining couldn't kneel down.

Zhang Shiping glanced at the old shopkeeper meaningfully, and said without changing his expression: "This is not an example!"

The old shopkeeper hurriedly nodded and bent his waist even more, but he was still a little unwilling to give up, and when he wanted to say something, seeing Zhang Shiping's cold eyes, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Zhang Shiping left expressionlessly. In fact, he knew in his heart what this kind-hearted old shopkeeper was going to do, but what did it matter to him? He doesn't want this child to bow down, he just doesn't want to meddle in other people's business.