Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

On Taoist Pavilion.

On the second floor, in a box.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting on the chair, stretched out his hand to grab it!

A tea list was placed on the table, and it fell into Cheng Buzheng's hands.

On the tea list, there is a row of names of Xingling teas, followed by the price.

Cheng Buzheng doesn't know if he doesn't look at it, he knows it only after looking at it, what is sky-high price?

Even the cheapest pot of spiritual tea needs at least five hundred low-grade spirit stones, and the most expensive one is called 'Yuanquan Zifeng tea', which costs as much as eight hundred spirit stones.

These eight hundred spirit stones are not low-grade spirit stones, but middle-grade spirit stones, equivalent to 80,000 low-grade spirit stones.

It's no wonder that the monks who come here are at least the foundation-building period monks.

Ordinary monks in the qi refining period do not have such a rich net worth, even if they do, they are reluctant to pay such a high price to order a pot of spiritual tea in Lun Dao Pavilion.

after all.

The cheapest pot of spiritual tea needs 500 low-grade spiritual stones, even a Qi cultivator would not be willing to part with it, even an ordinary foundation-building stage monk would not necessarily be willing to part with it.

It can be seen that the monks who can come here to consume do not have a certain amount of wealth, seeing this tea list!

I'm afraid I will turn my head back and go out immediately.

Although Cheng Buzheng whispered in his heart:

"Black, it's too dark!"

But his expression was still calm, as if he didn't care at all.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng put down the tea list in his hand, looked up at the man standing beside him with his hands down, and said calmly:

"Give me a pot of Yuanquan Zifeng tea, and let your boss come over to talk about it!"

heard the words.

"Guests, please wait a moment, this junior will go down and get ready!"

The attendant in Tsing Yi quickly bowed and said.

After saluting, he retreated directly and closed the door of the box behind him.

Inside the box.

Cheng Buquan sat on the chair with his eyes closed, as if he was closing his eyes to rest his mind.

He ordered the most expensive pot of spiritual tea in Lun Dao Pavilion. Of course, it wasn't that he had too many spiritual stones, so it was too hot!

Because this is the rule.

If Cheng Buzheng wants to enter the gate of the dark market, he must have a recommending monk, otherwise he will not be able to enter the dark market at all.

Isn't this something that everyone can enter if they want to enter?

Because if you want to enter the dark market, there is a threshold.

And the pot of Yuanquan Zifeng tea is a stepping stone, and it is also a benefit for introducing monks, that is, the owner of Lun Dao Pavilion.

Otherwise, if you don't order a pot of Yuanquan Zifeng tea, the owner of Lundao Pavilion will never show up, let alone enter the dark market.

Before, Cheng Buzheng had spent a lot of money to obtain detailed information about participating in the dark market of Yuanhai Fairy City.

So Cheng Buzheng would not be reluctant to part with that bit of Lingshi at this critical moment.

after all.

If you want to integrate into a new circle, you must pay a little price.

Especially in higher circles like this.

As long as you participate once, you don't need to spend a lot of money to get detailed information first, and then order a pot of Yuanquan Zifeng tea like this time.

If it happens every time, then the dark market in Yuanhai Fairy City will not be long, and there will be fewer and fewer monks, and it won't take long for the dark market to disappear.

What's more, monks are not fat sheep, they are specially slaughtered.

A monk who can cultivate at the level he is today will be a monkey spirit if he sticks his hair, all ghost spirits and ghost spirits!

Maybe even a hair is hollow?

at this time.

Cheng Buzheng seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, acting like a master, but his heart was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

Not long.

Boom!

Boom! !

A dull knock on the door rang in Cheng Buzheng's ears.

"Enter!\

,"At the same time, Cheng Buzheng, who was leaning back on the chair, opened his eyes and said calmly.

squeak!

The door of the box was pushed open, and a square-faced monk in a black robe walked into the box with a smile on his face holding a wooden tray.

After Cheng Buzheng saw this Jindan late-stage monk, he knew that this old man should be the owner of Lundao Pavilion and the introducer of the dark market.

Immediately.

On Cheng Buzheng's face, there was a warm smile, and the expression changed naturally, without any sense of disobedience.

He stood up, greeted him, and said:

"Brother Dao is being too polite, and actually delivered the tea in person, it's a shame!"

During the conversation.

The tone was like an old friend meeting again, without a trace of strangeness, and it was completely impossible to tell that the two were meeting for the first time.

He didn't pretend to be clinging, and his expression was extremely sincere.

See here.

The old man holding the tray was also taken aback, but he quickly realized and said with a smile on his face:

"Fellow daoists can come to the old man's Lun Dao pavilion, it's the fellow daoist's love for the old man, so what's the point?"

"As long as the fellow daoist comes every day, the old man will bring tea and food to the fellow daoist, it's no problem!"

"Once or twice is fine, but I can't take it anymore!"

Say the last.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Fellow Daoist, please sit down!"

Cheng Buzheng said with a smile on his face.

To this.

The old man was not polite either. He put the tray in his hand on the table and said with a smile:

"The old man is impolite!"

For a while, there was no longer a trace of unfamiliar atmosphere in the private room.

This is the old fritters who have been in the world of cultivating immortals for many years. The art of language is also an instinctive reaction.

Talk to people when you see people, talk to ghosts when you see ghosts.

As long as he is not a monk with a particularly withdrawn personality, he can always face strange situations calmly.

Immediately.

After going through the self-introduction and the politeness, Cheng Buzheng directly expressed his intentions.

"Fellow Daoist Hai, I would like to participate in the dark market in Yuanhai Fairy City. Would you like to introduce me to you?"

At the end, Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting on the chair, clasped his fists, and respected the old man Hai opposite him from afar!

See here.

The old man Hai gave up and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist, you are being polite. Since you ordered Yuanquan Zifeng tea from this pavilion, the old man will naturally not refuse!"

heard the words.

Cheng Buzheng was completely relieved.

very good!

It's good to be able to do things after receiving benefits and not asking for more!

Cheng Buzheng is afraid that the lion will open its mouth!

It now appears that previous concerns were unnecessary.

"Then thank you fellow daoist!"

Cheng Buzheng said sincerely.

It's best if there are no accidents!

Even if the tickets are a little more expensive, he will not be stingy with that little smile.

the other side.

The old man Hai saw that the other party was so proud, and he didn't show any unswerving color because of the high price of Yuanquan Zifeng tea, and he was also very happy.

Regardless of whether the other party is really like this, or pretending to be bold, at least the other party does not show an ugly look, which is good.

Are you a businessman?

Of course peace is the most important thing!

What's more, according to his ability to observe words and emotions for many years, there is a great possibility that the other party has such true strength.

Immediately.

The old man Hai laughed and said:

"Old man, thank fellow daoists for taking care of the old man's business."

Immediately, he continued:

"Fellow Daoist, the dark market opens at Hai hour every night and ends at Mao hour the next day!"

"If fellow daoists want to participate in the dark market tonight, come to this pavilion before Haishi, and the old man will take you to the dark market."

"Fellow Daoist can also rest here for half a day, and no one will disturb you. How about the old man come to invite you personally at night?"

heard the words.

Cheng Buzheng let it go, smiled lightly and said:

"Thank you, Daoist, for your kindness. This is the first time I have come to Yuanhai Immortal City. Do you still want to take a stroll?"

"Don't bother fellow daoists!"

See here.

The old man Hai didn't do much to persuade him to stay. He knew that the monk was very wary, so the other party's refusal was within his understanding.

Immediately, he reached out and took out a teacup, pinched the handle of the pot, poured tea, and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist, although the reputation of Yuanquan Purple Peak Tea is not obvious, it is also a rare spiritual tea, and you will definitely not waste your spiritual stones, Fellow Daoist?"

During the conversation, a faint fragrance swayed.

"Friends, please!"

The old man Hai handed a cup of spiritual tea to Cheng Buzheng.

Cheng Buzheng, who took the spirit tea, took a sip, pondered for a moment and said:

"Fellow Daoist is indeed right! It is indeed a rare spiritual tea, and it is worth the money!"

The old man Hai squinted his eyes and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist is also someone who understands tea!"

"It's a joke, a little superficial view!"

The two chatted while sipping spirit tea.

After a long time!

The attendant in Tsing Yi entered the private room, whispered a few words into Old Man Hai's ear, and then Old Man Hai apologized to Cheng Buzheng, and left directly!

After a stick of incense, Cheng Buzheng also left the private room.

Originally, he told old man Hai that when he learned that the other party was picking up the guests, Cheng Buzheng didn't bother him too much, so he only asked the attendant in Tsing Yi to tell old man Hai.

Cheng Buzheng left the Lun Dao Pavilion and left gracefully!

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