When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Undercurrents are surging in the realm of comprehension, and there are constant exchanges of letters between various forces.

When Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue came to the first big city to the west of Linglong City as planned, they also received a letter from Xuanqingzong—the confirmation message had been circulated several times, but this time it was different. A letter calling for disciples to return to the sect. Yun Qingyue recognized it at a glance. Such a letter was not sent to Jiang Mo alone, and it was clearly sent in a group in a businesslike tone.

After going out for a long time, even when he first sneaked out, Jiang Mo never received such a message. So after reading the letter, she hesitated a little: "Here, the sect summoned us, should we go back?"

From the moment he sent the message, Jiang Mo knew that the peace of the cultivation world was about to be broken. And under the general trend of war, even the mighty ones in the fusion period cannot guarantee their safety when walking outside, so returning to the clan at this time is undoubtedly a wise choice. But it's not all because of Jiang Mo's consideration of going back, but because she is enshrined by Xuanqingzong, so it's not easy to take the lead in ignoring the orders of the sect.

Yun Qingyue was a little dazed when she heard this. She had been away from the sect for many years and had voluntarily severed contact with Xuan Qingzong. Naturally, she had not received the group letters. She didn't plan to go back either: "No hurry, you can stay with me for a while."

Jiang Mo immediately heard what she meant, and the original hesitation disappeared immediately: "Forget it, I won't go back."

Jiang Mo didn't say any extra words, but Yun Qingyue obviously understood her intentions, and his mood was complicated for a while.

Jiang Mo didn't continue this topic, and instead said: "Let's go, Ayue, Yunxi City is ahead, I just want to change some rations for you." After speaking, he glanced at Honghu's beautiful feathers: "But do you want to change the pair? Appearance, is it still a bit ostentatious now?"

There are no phoenixes in the world of comprehension, but there are descendants of phoenixes, so there is no shortage of birds that look like phoenixes. But these birds with the blood of the phoenix all have beautiful appearances, and Honghu is really not the most gorgeous and eye-catching among them, so the two of them didn't think about hiding it before. But Linglong City and his party taught the two of them a lesson. Now that the news of Honghu's appearance has spread, it is natural to be careful.

Yun Qingyue is not of a flamboyant temperament, so it is better to avoid the troubles that can be avoided. So she transformed into a white lark, although she could not take human form.

The larks in the cultivation world are different from those in the mortal world. They are very common spirit birds—small in size, with fluffy and beautiful feathers, and a melodious cry. A favorite of many monks. In particular, their rank is not high, even if you raise one, you don't need to spend much resources, and it's okay to just amuse yourself.

Honghu turned into a lark, and his body shrank by half. He flapped his wings and hovered in the air for a while, before finally falling back to Jiang Mo's shoulder. It's not that she likes this position, but that spirit birds like larks almost always land on monks' shoulders like this. Standing here, she wouldn't look awkward at all, on the contrary, if Fei Fei was walking beside Jiang Mo, she would look a bit different.

"Let's go, let's go into the city." The lark raised its wings and pointed to the eye-catching city not far away.

Jiang Mo looked sideways at the lark that landed on his shoulder, as if he saw the little Honghu who had just passed nirvana, and his fingertips moved slightly, wanting to reach out and rub it. It's a pity that the senior sister is the senior sister, and the little tiger is ready to move, but still dare not do it.

Forget it, let's wait until we find a suitable opportunity, and then pet the senior sister's feathers calmly...

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As Yunxi City is the closest big city to Linglong City, the distance between the two is actually not short, even if a master in the fusion period wants to fly back and forth, it will take ten and a half months.

With such a distance, the styles of the two cities are completely different.

There are no peach blossoms in Yunxi City, not even a single plant, and there is no sweet fragrance that wafts everywhere in the air. The spiritual plants planted in the city are no different from other cities. This place is like an ordinary comprehension city. There are monks and mortals in it, and life, old age, sickness and death are all as usual.

Jiang Mo walked in the city with the lark on his shoulders, not conspicuous at all. She gradually relaxed her mind, and the first thing she did after entering the city was still to find an auction house and sell all her previous gains for spirit stones.

The auction house in Yunxi City happened to be in the center of the city, and Jiang Mo found it without much effort.

The person in charge of entertaining is a Nascent Soul cultivator. Except for the profound background of the major sects, among casual cultivators or aristocratic families, Nascent Soul cultivator is not low. This Nascent Soul cultivator is already half of the facade of the auction house, but he can't see through Jiang Mo's cultivation, so when Jiang Mo stepped into the auction house, everyone inside was shocked and cheered up.

Cultivator Yuanying took the initiative to step forward and greeted him with a smile: "I don't know what you need, senior? Just a few days later, there will be an auction in the auction house. If senior wants to participate, this junior will have an invitation here."

In the realm of comprehension, everything is about strength, and people with high cultivation bases are guests wherever they go. It is not the first time Jiang Mo has heard similar words. But she's not interested in auctions or anything like that. After all, spiritual power is what senior sisters are in urgent need of. Rather than spending spirit stones in exchange for treasures of heaven, material and earth, it is more cost-effective to gnaw spirit stones directly—after all, it is also the blood of beasts, and the speed at which Honghu digests spiritual power is not slow at all.

She handed out a storage ring in a familiar way, and said coldly: "Replace all of them with spirit stones."

Cultivator Nascent Soul naturally didn't dare to say much, took the storage ring respectfully and probed inside, his breathing stopped for a moment. Then while ordering someone to invite the steward, he led Jiang Mo into the inner room for a detailed discussion.

Not long after, the manager came, and Jiang Mo Shiran sat in the inner room, with spiritual tea and spiritual fruit beside him.

Jiang Mo was also polite, and directly took two cups and poured two cups of tea. The Yuanying monk who served him thought that one of the cups was for himself, and was a little flattered for a while, but Jiang Mo didn't pay attention to him after pouring the tea, but raised one of the cups and asked the lark on his shoulder: "This tea is average. drink?"

The quality of spiritual tea that can be offered by the auction house to entertain distinguished guests is actually not low, but Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue have a higher level of cultivation. This is a good tea in the eyes of ordinary monks, but it is naturally mediocre in their eyes.

The lark sniffed the tea, and took a sip, obviously not very interested.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo naturally put down his teacup, and did not touch the spirit fruit prepared by the auction house. Instead, he took a spirit fruit and handed it to the lark. As soon as the spiritual fruit was taken out, the room was filled with a delicate fragrance, and those with low cultivation could only smell this fragrance, and felt their spirits shake... The eyes of the Nascent Soul cultivator were all round, guessing that the spiritual fruit was at least seventh-level, or Even higher, but in the end it was used to feed a low-level lark!

The manager of the auction house arrived at this time, and his heart tightened when he saw this scene, and then he respectfully exchanged greetings.

Jiang Mo was not impatient with nonsense, pointed to the storage ring, and asked bluntly, "How much?"

Seeing her attitude, the steward simply took out all the items in the storage ring in front of Jiang Mo and began to count them: Meteorite Iron, Chiyan Gold, Fenggang Stone, Tianyan Ore...everything is top quality Not to mention the refining materials, these ores were all calcined and refined, with very few impurities, which invisibly increased their value a lot.

Rao is a well-informed steward, and he has seen all these materials separately, but a storage ring is full of these, which is also an eye-opener. At the same time, he was secretly thinking, would the spirit stones he brought be enough to buy these?

Jiang Mo saw that the steward's expression was getting serious, but he never thought that the auction house would not have enough spiritual stone reserves. She bent her fingertips and tapped on the table. While waking him up, she asked again: "After ordering, how much?"

The steward also calculated the price at this time, gritted his teeth and replied, "23 million high-grade spirit stones, what do seniors think?"

They were all "garbage" picked up from the ruins of the battlefield. Jiang Mo thought about it and found that the value of these ores was higher than she expected. But after thinking about it for a while, she understood why, and it was probably due to the fact that her senior sister used ice flames to burn it. Thinking of this, her hands were itchy again, and she really wanted to touch the lark's little head, but in the end she didn't dare.

Jiang Mo is not a person who cares about every detail, so he calculated that the price is about the same, so he nodded reservedly and said: "Yes, give me the spirit stone, and you will get both money and goods."

The steward breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took out a storage ring to pay the bill.

After Jiang Mo took it, he opened it and found that the high-grade spirit stones inside had almost piled up into a mountain—she had collected resources everywhere in order to feed Honghu the year before, but time was tight and no better secret realm was opened, so Although making money, it is also tight. This is the first time she has seen so many spirit stones, it should be enough for the senior sister to eat for a while, right?

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo felt the pressure on his shoulders loosen, and he relaxed visibly with the naked eye. She didn't plan to stay here for a long time, and when she got up, the manager of the auction house asked: "Senior, there will be an auction in a few days, I wonder if senior is interested?"

Jiang Mo waved his hand and walked out: "No need, I'm not interested."

Naturally, the people in the auction house didn't dare to persuade them too much, and they all walked up and down, and sent people all the way to the door. They didn't go back after Jiang Mo walked away, but they heard her say to the lark on her shoulder from a distance: "Would you like to have a bite, you used to like it very much."

Several people looked closely, only to find that the senior who had just left was no longer feeding the birds with a spiritual fruit, but a top-grade spiritual stone that had just been obtained... Everyone felt a little unreal for a while, is it so hard-core to feed birds now? Good guy, feed Lingshi directly! And those spirit stones, aren't they all prepared for the lark? !

Everyone in the auction house was in a trance, and Jiang Mo had gone far away, but it wasn't just people from the auction house who heard Jiang Mo's words.

As she was walking, a person came close to her, and after glancing at the lark on her shoulder, she said sadly: "The lark is born delicate, and it needs to be fed carefully with good spiritual grains and spiritual fruits. How can you feed her spiritual fruits?" Where is the stone?"

Jiang Mo thought he was nosy, but when he turned his head, he found a lark resting on the man's shoulder. The latter tilted his head and was looking at her curiously. Seeing that she didn't look panicked, he flapped his wings and flew over. It landed in Jiang Mo's hand, looking at the spirit stone in her hand curiously, as if he was about to go up and take a bite.

However, before it could act, it suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure. The pressure from the blood made it dare not move, the whole bird was as stiff as a stone sculpture, and the last one fell straight from Jiang Mo's hand without standing firmly.