Chapter 123 Bai Ming Lay Buddhist

The trade fair was held in a private room in Xiyu Pavilion.

After Ning Daoran entered the room, he found that there were already three cultivators, all of whom exuded the aura of the early stages of foundation building.

Just right, Ning Daoran's external aura was also suppressed to the initial stage of foundation building, and the four of them had the same cultivation level, which was the best.

"Four fellow Taoists."

Chen Ping'er bowed and said with a smile, "Since everyone is here, I will take my leave first."

The four foundation-building masters nodded in unison and watched the Xiyu Pavilion manager leave.

An old monk in a grey robe raised his hand and reactivated the isolation barrier. He said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, let's get started. Which Daoist friend will go first?"

"Wang comes first."

The black-faced foundation-building cultivator slapped his storage bag, and a piece of green rope floated out of it, saying, "The Green Snake Rope is made from the spine of a second-stage early stage demon beast, the Green Snake. It is extremely strong and can be used for both offense and defense.

Although it has some flaws, it still has the foundation of a second-level lower-grade spiritual weapon. If any Taoist friend likes it, you can directly exchange it with a treasure of corresponding value."

Ning Daoran was stunned.

The standard of this exchange fair is really not high. The opening item is actually a defective second-grade low-grade spiritual weapon.

This kind of treasure is not even ranked in Ning Daoran's storage ring.

However, the other two foundation-building monks had sharp eyes.

The old monk in gray robe said, "It's actually a spiritual weapon! The spiritual energy of this treasure is quite good. I wonder what you would like?"

"Do you have the Xue Ji Dan, a tier-breaking elixir for the middle stage of foundation building?"

"Xue Ji Dan is so rare and precious. I don't have this kind of elixir. I just wonder if these two talismans can catch your eye?"

The old monk slapped his storage bag, and two second-grade top-grade frost talismans made from fine talisman paper appeared on the table.

"Frost charm?"

The black-faced monk frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist, you actually have a frost talisman of this grade. It is really rare. I want to exchange two second-grade talismans for a genuine second-grade spiritual weapon. Is that right?"

"I will add another 300 spirit stones. Can we exchange it?"

"Can!"

Immediately, the two completed the exchange.

The other young foundation-building cultivator looked indifferent and said nothing.

Ning Daoran also remained calm. Although the Green Snake Rope was damaged and almost no longer a spiritual weapon, the lives of the family cultivators and independent cultivators who were in the process of building their foundation were indeed very tight.

The spiritual weapon that Ning Daoran looked down upon might be the hope for improving his cultivation in the eyes of others.

"My fellow Taoist, it's your turn."

The old monk in gray robe looked over.

Ning Daoran immediately took out an eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herb, just as a formality, and eventually exchanged it for a second-grade, mid-grade speed talisman from the young cultivator, which was about the same price.

So, after several rounds of exchanges, Ning Daoran still didn't get what he wanted.

He was beginning to lose patience.

The standard of this exchange meeting is indeed not high. The three cultivators in the early stage of foundation building seem to be at the weakest level among the early stage of foundation building, and the treasures they can bring out are very limited.

But in the fourth round of exchanges, the young monk slapped his storage bag and took out a piece of spiritual wood with deep texture and rich spiritual energy.

"this……"

The old monk's eyes immediately shone, and he said, "Daoyou, is this the third-level spiritual wood, Shenlingmu?"

"Exactly."

The young monk said, "I accidentally found a small piece of Shenling Wood when I was exploring a secret realm. I have kept it till now. I wonder if any fellow Taoist would like it?"

Shenlingmu, a third-level spiritual wood, is one of the main materials required for refining the White Feather Flowing Sound Array.

Ning Daoran immediately asked: "I wonder what kind of treasure you want to exchange?"

"It's still a elixir for the mid-stage foundation building stage..."

The young cultivator was a little embarrassed: "To be honest, I look young because I took the Guyan Pill when I was young. I am already over a hundred years old. If I don't enter the middle stage of foundation building, I am afraid that I will have no hope of achieving the golden elixir."

"I see."

Ning Daoran took out a jade bottle from his storage bag and said, "Here are three Xue Ji Dan pills, one of which is a premium Xue Ji Dan, and the other two are just genuine ones. Daoist friend, do you think this is enough?"

The young monk's eyes were bright: "Enough!"

Both parties completed the exchange.

Ning Daoran put away the Shen Lingmu.

When the young monk put the Xue Ji Dan into his storage bag, a hint of greed clearly flashed across the eyes of the black-faced monk.

Ning Daoran saw it and didn't bother to pay any attention.

The cause and effect of other people has nothing to do with oneself.

After that, there were several rounds of exchanges, but in the end Ning Daoran did not gain anything else.

But since I have harvested a piece of Shenling wood, this trip has been worthwhile.

…

Huanglongfang Market.

Ning Daoran removed his disguise, took Bai Lu for a walk, and decided to go back to Xiyu Pavilion.

I forgot to replenish some first- and second-level talismans just now. I consumed too much in the last battle with Ouyang Po, so I should replenish some.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

As soon as he stepped into Xiyu Pavilion, Chen Ping'er and Fairy Yunlan appeared together. Fairy Yunlan smiled and said, "Yunlan has something to ask. Since I know that you are Ping'er's old customer, I, the Grand Elder of Xiyu Pavilion, would like to invite you to have a chat. I wonder if you are willing to do me the honor?"

"Grand Elder?"

"Exactly."

Chen Ping'er's smile was a little stiff, and she said, "The ancestor is now in the tea room on the second floor. If you have time, you may as well meet him."

"Um."

Ning Daoran nodded: "Please lead the way."

Second floor, tea room.

An old man with white hair and beard was resting with his eyes closed, and the aura of the early stage of Golden Elixir was surging throughout his body.

The Grand Elder of Xiyu Pavilion turned out to be a great Golden Core Master! "Fellow Daoist Ning, nice to meet you."

The old man stood up and said with a smile, "I am Bai Ming, the Grand Elder of Xiyu Pavilion. I have heard of your great name for a long time, so I am abruptly inviting you to meet me. I hope you will not be offended."

"You are too polite, senior."

Ning Daoran asked, "I wonder what the senior wants to see me for?"

Lay Buddhist Bai Ming smiled slightly, raised his hand and cast a few restrictions, and said, "Daoyou, please take a seat first. Ping'er, Yunlan, you are not outsiders either, so please sit down."

"Yes, ancestor!"

The two female cultivators were extremely respectful and called him "Ancestor".

Moreover, they sat on both sides of Bai Ming.

Ning Daoran didn't say much.

He has been cultivating immortals for decades and has a clear understanding of many things in the world of immortals.

If a female cultivator with mediocre talent but good looks depends on a powerful person and improves her cultivation in a short period of time, don't expect her to keep her innocence.

Chen Ping'er's eyes flashed with reluctance, perhaps she had not yet served anyone.

But from the way Fairy Yunlan smiled and frowned at Mr. Bai Ming, it was obvious that their relationship was far from as simple as it seemed.

How could Chen Ping'er and Fairy Yunlan, two weak women, build such a large Xiyu Pavilion in Huanglongfang City in such a short time?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Obviously, Mr. Bai Ming is the real driving force behind the rise of Xiyu Pavilion in Huanglongfang City.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

Lay Buddhist Bai Ming smiled slightly and said, "I heard from Ping'er that you have already established your foundation at such a young age, and have made outstanding achievements in spiritual plants and formations.

Therefore, I would like to invite you to be the guest elder of my Xiyu Pavilion. You don't need to do anything, just put your name on the list, and you can get half of the profit of Xiyu Pavilion in Huanglongfang City every year. Please consider it."

Ning Daoran felt a chill in his heart, thinking that such a good thing could not possibly happen in the world.

Since the other party is willing to make such concessions, he must have other intentions and calculations.

"Senior, it's not that I don't want to. As the head of the Chaos Sect's Qiongbi Peak, it's really not appropriate for me to continue to serve as a guest of Xiyu Pavilion. I hope you can forgive me."

He frowned: "Otherwise, for Fellow Daoist Chen's sake, Ning would never refuse."

“That’s such a pity…”

Bai Ming looked normal, without showing any displeasure, and said with a smile, "Since it is inconvenient for you, I will not force you to do so. However, as a frequent visitor of Xiyu Pavilion, you are naturally a distinguished guest of our Xiyu Pavilion.

This is a Xiyu Pavilion VIP token. Please accept it. With this token, you can enjoy a 10% discount in any Xiyu Pavilion branch."

"Thank you, senior!"

Ning Daoran accepted the token immediately. If he didn't, he was afraid that he would really annoy this senior.

Not long after, he left Xiyu Pavilion.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

Chen Ping'er actually sent Xiyu Pavilion away, her beautiful eyes revealing reluctance and complexity.

"Goodbye!"

Ning Daoran immediately turned into a beam of light and returned to Chaos Sect.

No matter how blurred and moving Chen Ping'er's gaze was, he never looked back.

“Ahhh~~”

In the Lingpu Cave, the big stupid deer shouted loudly, saying that the big brother was awesome, and completely ignored this sugar-coated bullet! ...

Time flies, and it’s the end of the year in a blink of an eye.

Qiongbi Peak.

Ning Daoran walked out of Lingpu Cave with disheveled hair and unkempt appearance.

He looked at his reflection in the fish pond and for a moment began to doubt his life.

This White Feather Flowing Sound Formation is so advanced that by the end of the year there was still no sign of any breakthrough.

My understanding of this formation is still at a superficial level.

No, you must understand it thoroughly!

Ning Daoran was furious, and the power of the Evergreen Technique in his body surged out.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak~~~”

The big salted fish in the water could no longer hide and jumped out of the water to meet its owner.

"snort!"

Ning Daoran took out a second-level demon core and ejected it, saying, "Practice well. I advise you not to act on your own, lest you make mistakes!"

“Squeak~~~”

The big black fish was so frightened that it dived to the bottom of the river in a blink of an eye, and began to concentrate on restraining its breath and practicing.

"Uncle!"

At this time, a figure walked out, it was Chen Weimo.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Master Han Bing, Master Lin Sheng, and Master Lin Zhuojun have all sent me invitations, saying that they would like to come to Qiongbi Peak for a small gathering tomorrow."

"knew."

Ning Daoran nodded: "Chen Weimo, bring out all the delicious food and drinks tomorrow, don't let people think that we, the Qiongbi Peak, are stingy."

"Okay~~~"

…

The next day, Qiongbi Peak became lively.

Ning Daoran wrote Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu" by himself. The big stupid deer sucked the couplets with its front hooves, licked the back of them hard with its tongue, and then posted them everywhere happily.

Chen Weimo set off a string of firecrackers in front of the courtyard gate.

After hearing the sound, several other families, the Ma, Huang, and Qin families, also started setting off firecrackers, and the sound of children laughing could be heard in the distance.

It was almost noon.

Han Bing, Lin Sheng, and Lin Zhuojun are here.

"Brother~~~"

Han Bing smiled with dimples and said some New Year greetings.

Lin Sheng and Lin Zhuojun brought a few gifts, which were not expensive, to show their gratitude.

In addition, Lin Zhuojun still brought his son Lin Yun with him. At this time, Lin Yun's cultivation was already among the best among his peers.

After meeting Uncle Ning Daoran, who was devoted to farming, although he appeared to be extremely respectful, his eyes were actually full of impatience.

(End of this chapter)