Chapter 140 Fu Bi Competition

"Purple-green brush!"

The ragged old man and the pretty boy were extremely surprised and shocked. The eyes of the talisman pen were filled with stunning and obsession.

In this world of immortal cultivation, there are many precious items, not only magic weapons, talismans, heaven and earth treasures, etc. Among them, talisman pen is also a kind of magic prop, equivalent to the furnace and cauldron of an alchemist.

A better talisman pen will not be of lower value than a spiritual weapon or magic weapon, which can greatly increase the success rate of talisman making, and it has a more fatal temptation for talisman masters.

The purple-blue brush is a relatively precious talisman pen in the world of immortal cultivation. In the eyes of low-level talisman masters, it is a treasure I always dream of.

call!

Yang Fan smiled slightly, and the talisman pen in his hand disappeared like a magic trick, which made the grandfather and grandson stunned, with a few regrets and unfulfilled feelings in his eyes.

The handsome boy had almost his concentration, and his expression was a little dazed. He didn't react, and saw Yang Fan take back his talisman pen and swallowing.

"Cough cough..." The old man coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "Young Master, are you also a talisman master?"

"No, I know a little about medical skills and alchemy, but I don't know anything about talisman refining."

Yang Fan shook his head. He didn't tell any lies at this point, and he really couldn't refine the talisman.

"Then your talisman pen?" The ragged old man's eyes lit up, and the handsome young man also stopped the talisman pen in his hand. The grandfather and grandson looked at Yang Fan with nervous expressions.

"It's not useful if you get it by chance."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

The so-called accidental obtaining is certainly not that simple.

When Yang Fan transformed into the Demonic Shi Qianhan, there were many cultivators who killed. There was also the one on Tianxingzhou in the Yangjiabao area before, among which there were many people like the Concentration Period.

After killing the enemy every time, Yang Fan will certainly not forget to light the spoils.

As for where this purple-green brush came from, Yang Fan himself couldn't remember it. He was not interested in refining talismans. If he hadn't happened to meet the grandfather and grandson, he wouldn't know where to forget it.

When the old man heard this, he looked at Yang Fan thoughtfully and shouted at the crowd: "Dear fellow villagers, I'm closing the stall today! Come again next day!"

After saying that, he said to the beautiful boy: "Yun'er, the stall has been closed!"

"Yes, grandpa!"

The pretty boy excitedly put away his pen, responded, and immediately began to clean up the stall.

"This young man, let's talk in a different place." The ragged old man said with a smile.

After a while, Yang Fan followed the grandfather and grandson along the alleyways in Kyoto, turning around and turning, and the three of them arrived at a remote bamboo forest.

Yang Fan glanced at the bamboo forest and had already discovered the illusion array here.

"Please, please, this is a place where immortal cultivators gather in Kyoto, providing redemption of spirit stones and props. The owners here are very good, so they provide transaction guarantees."

The ragged old man smiled and introduced that along the way, through his words and deeds, he learned that Yang Fan was a cultivator who had just arrived in Kyoto.

"Mr. Cheng often comes here?"

Yang Fan asked curiously.

After talking all the way, he probably figured out the details of the two men.

The ragged old man's surname is Cheng, and the monks of the same generation call him Lao Cheng or Lao Cheng; his grandson is Cheng Yunfei, who is a novice in the early stage of Qi refining. He has only been in this path for four or five years and has extraordinary attainments in refining talismans and painting talismans.

"Haha, I am a regular visitor to this 'Cuiweiju'."

Cheng Laoxian smiled and said, "A step ahead and walked into the bamboo forest." His figure suddenly became blurred and then disappeared completely.

Yang Fan smiled at Yunfei and walked into the bamboo forest. The scene in front of him suddenly changed. The bamboo forest turned into a simple and elegant pavilion, with some people chatting and laughing in it: old Taoist priests, old monks, elegant scholars, half-old Xu women and young girls.

After Cheng Laoxian walked in, some monks immediately greeted him.

"Haha, I said Mr. Cheng, didn't you go to the street with your grandson to sell talismans? Why did you go so quickly today?"

A black-faced old man sitting in the corner of a teahouse said with a teaser, his voice dragging for a long time.

"Hmph, black old ghost, as soon as I came in, your crow's mouth became noisy."

Old Xian Cheng's face slightly darkened. He replied, ignoring the black-faced old man and smiling at Yang Fan: "Fellow Daoist Yang, let's sit here."

The three of them came to an empty teahouse and sat down, and soon a beautiful girl served the refreshment.

Yang Fan's eyes glanced at the monks in "Cuiweiju". Most of them were qi refining, and there were a few cultivators in the Concentration Stage.

"I dare to ask fellow Daoist Yang, can you trade the 'purple blue hair brush' in your hand?"

Cheng Laoxian quickly got to the point and seemed a little anxious. He understood that Yang Fan had some plans to find him, otherwise he would not have taken out such treasures in front of him and the other two.

"Anyway, Yang is not a talisman master, so this 'purple blue brush' is useless. Even if you trade cheaply, it's okay for Mr. Cheng to trade, one hundred spirit stones."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"A hundred spirit stones, are you really willing to sell them?" Cheng Laoxian didn't believe that things went so smoothly and simply.

One hundred spirit stones are really too cheap!

If a precious talisman pen like the purple-green brush encounters a transaction object with the identity of a talisman master, ordinary monks will probably blackmail them. Even if they ask for one or two hundred spirit stones, the talisman master will buy it with pain and blood.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Yang first came to the Dragon and Tiger Land of Kyoto. People are not familiar with the land, and they need to take care of them."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Laoxian frowned and asked, "What do you mean..."

"Yang is a pharmacist. When he first arrived in Kyoto, he needed to prepare an errand first. Perhaps he would open a medical clinic in the cultivation world here in the future." Yang Fan said slowly.

"Are you a pharmacist?" Cheng Laoxian looked strange and pondered: "A good pharmacist is extremely scarce in the land of Kyoto, both in the secular world and the immortal world. He is attracted by the major forces and has a transcendent status."

"If Fellow Daoist Yang really has some attainment in medical skills, this is easy to do. But otherwise..."

When Cheng Laoxian said this, he stopped and looked up and down at Yang Fan a few more times. The implication was already very clear.

As for medical skills, skills are one aspect, and experience is also emphasized.

Cheng Laoxian obviously had a little doubt on Yang Fan's real talent and knowledge - how good would medical skills be?

Yang Fan was not surprised. Cheng Laoxian’s thoughts basically represent the way of thinking of most people.

"Pharmacist?"

The handsome young man Cheng Yunfei, who was sitting aside, also showed a hint of doubt in his clear eyes.

"Old Xian Cheng can rest assured that in his medical skills, Yang asked himself that among the same level, he was not inferior to anyone."

Yang Fan's calm and composed words showed a convincing temperament.

"Okay, fellow Taoist is so confident. It seems that he is a bit real talent and knowledgeable." A glimmer of light flashed in the fairy Cheng's eyes, and his view of Yang Fan also changed.

Immediately, Old Xian Cheng began to think about it, but Cheng Yunfei beside him looked a little anxious.

"How is Mr. Cheng thinking?"

After a moment, Yang Fan asked with a smile, and took out the purple-blue brush from the storage bag: a black pen holder, golden edges, and purple-blue hairs, which faintly reveal a sense of agility.

"Purple-green brush!"

Several monks around exclaimed, saying that the people in this teahouse were all immortal cultivators, and there were many insightful people.

Soon, several monks came up to observe and looked at the talisman pen in Yang Fan's hand with a look of stunning and greed.

"Fellow Taoist, how do you sell the talisman pen in your hand? I will sell it for 120 spirit stones?"

One of the thin old man in red robe walked up to Yang Fan and said lightly.

"Master Xu Fu?"

When Old Xian Cheng saw this person, his face changed. The two of them looked at each other, and a spark seemed to burst into the air, obviously a little hostile.

Yang Fan looked sideways and saw that the "Master Xu Fu" mentioned by Cheng Laoxian was a cultivator who was perfect in Qi refining. At this moment, he was looking at him with a eager look on his face.

"Sorry, I am preparing to trade this talisman to Mr. Cheng."

Yang Fan shook his head.

When Old Xian Cheng heard this, he was secretly happy, with a smug look on his face and nodded, "Master Xu Fu, come first and then come. This 'Purple Blue Brush' is the only one I am today."

Tell me, he immediately took out a pile of spirit stones from the storage bag and said to Yang Fan: "Yang Yaoshi, these are 120 spirit stones, and do as agreed before."

"One Hundred and Twenty Spirit Stones?"

As soon as Yang Fan was about to speak, he heard Master Xu say coldly: "I will produce 150 spirit stones."

One hundred and fifty!

The people around him were shocked, and Old Xian Cheng's expression changed instantly, and he was immediately itchy at Master Xu Fu.

At this time, more and more monks came here, and they were very stunning to watch the show.

"One hundred and fifty, I can take it out."

Old Xian Cheng gritted his teeth and added twenty spirit stones to the table.

"Yang Yaoshi, what do you think, I can also get one hundred and fifty."

Old Xian Cheng signaled to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked stunned. The price he offered was 100 spirit stones. Just as he was about to explain, Master Xu Fu spoke again:
To be continued...