You Practice Immortality, I Farm Chapter 285

  Chapter 285 Perfect quality cannot guarantee quality

   Baicao Hall.

  In the spacious hall, the fragrance of medicine is strong.

  More than a dozen drug boys are concentrating on processing various spiritual plants, and among them, there is a thin old man who stands out.

   "Guan He, these Lingyingcao were just purchased today, you can help them deal with them, there is an alchemist in a hurry to use them this afternoon."

  A middle-aged man walked up to the thin old man with a large pile of Lingyingcao, and put it down with a bang.

"good."

  The thin old man glanced at the numerous spirit fireflies, gritted his teeth, and answered.

   After bending over to handle the herbs for nearly an hour, Steward He supported his waist and stood up with difficulty.

  With his physique of the fourth level of qi training, such a situation usually does not occur.

   It's just that he is old now, his physical function is not as good as when he was young and strong, and he has suffered from several hidden diseases before, and he has bent down to handle the elixir for so long, so the pain is unbearable.

  As the manager of Baicaotang, he shouldn't have to deal with these trivial matters, but he is just a distant relative of the He family. A few years ago, the backer behind him lost power, which affected his status in the medicine hall.

  In the past, it was only necessary to collect the spiritual plants and check the accounts, but now I have to help with the processing of medicinal herbs, which is much more busy in comparison.

However, the thin old man is very satisfied with his current situation. I don't know how many old casual cultivators in the city are living a poor and poor life. He can have a safe place, don't have to worry about getting hurt, and can earn some spirit stones for his family. That's pretty good.

   Just as he was thinking, a teenage boy who walked into the medicine hall caught the attention of the thin old man.

  The young man's cultivation base is only one level of Qi training, his expression is timid, and he is holding on to a dozen stalks of spirit fireflies tightly in his hands. Based on the old man's decades of experience in identifying spirit grass, he can see at a glance that the quality of spirit fireflies is very ordinary.

  He came to the front desk, spread out the spirit plants in his hand, and asked the middle-aged monk if he could buy these spirit fireflies.

   "Go, go, we don't accept spiritual plants from idlers."

   The middle-aged man scolded impatiently, and waved his hand to signal the young man to get out quickly.

   "Fellow Daoist, please, I can sell it at a lower price."

  There was a hint of begging in the boy's tone.

   "A little lower? How about two spirit stones and one plant?"

  A hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged monk.

   "Two spirit stones?" The young man couldn't help shaking his body. This was less than half of the normal purchase price, far lower than his psychological expectations.

  He bit his lips tightly, and was caught in a dilemma for a while. He wanted to sell the spirit grass to earn some spirit stones, but he really couldn't accept the price proposed by the middle-aged monk.

   "He Yong is in charge, this kid looks a little pitiful, you might as well lower the price a little bit, and buy his spiritual plants, it's a good relationship."

The thin old man saw a familiar figure from this young man. About ten years ago, there was a young man of similar age and situation. He stood stubbornly and firmly in front of him, selling mediocre quality products over and over again. Lingyingcao.

  In a trance, the two figures overlapped, giving him a feeling of time travel.

"Mr. He, there are so many cooperating spirit planters in Baicao Hall, and a large number of various spirit plants can be supplied stably, but this person is just a small casual cultivator with unknown origin, and the quality of the spirit fireflies in his hands cannot be guaranteed. Why? Do you want to buy these sporadic spiritual plants?"

  The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said with disdain.

   "Pricing according to quality and quantity, so what if you receive it?"

  The thin old man couldn't help but get a little more angry when the middle-aged monk said this.

   "You are so generous, you accept it."

   "Okay, I'll take it. Come here, my child, and give me those spirit fireflies of yours. I'll buy them at the normal price."

  The thin old man greeted the embarrassed young man.

   "Mr. He, let me put my ugly words first. Without my consent, these spirit fireflies cannot use the spirit stones in the hall."

   "I keep it for my own use!"

  The thin old man said casually that his grandson recently entered the hall and was trying to refine the elixir. He bought these ten or so lingyingcao so that he could practice his skills.

  The young man handed the spirit firefly grass to the thin old man, and took over thirty spirit stones from the old man.

   "The quality of your fireflies is basically average, and there are even one or two that are almost defective. Do you have any objection to the price I offered?"

  The thin old man arranged the qualities of Lingzhi one by one, and asked the young man.

   "No, no, I am grateful that you can accept them."

  The boy put the spirit stone deep into his clothes, and said gratefully.

  He has self-knowledge about the spiritual plants he cultivated, and he is quite satisfied with getting these spiritual stones. With them, he can continue to buy spiritual seeds, and at the same time, he still has leftovers for his cultivation life.

   "Old man, you are so kind. I also have a few lingying grasses here. I am lucky to grow them with perfect quality. How about buying them from you?"

   Just then, a gentle voice sounded in the lobby.

  A slender handsome young man with an extraordinary bearing walked into the Baicao Hall calmly, holding a few fluorescent plants in his hand.

  The aura of the plant is overwhelming, and the fluorescent flashes seem to be filled with countless stars in the night sky.

   "Perfect quality spirit firefly?"

  The middle-aged monk burst out instantly, with a flattering smile on his face.

   "Fellow Daoist, please, our Baicaotang has an excellent reputation in Linyangfang City. As long as you are sure that the Lingyingcao in your hand is really of perfect quality, we will definitely give you a satisfactory purchase price."

  He suppressed the excitement in his heart, respectfully brought a cup of steaming spirit tea, and handed it to the handsome young man.

Herbs of perfect quality, even if they are low-grade, are extremely important for alchemists. They can improve the success rate of alchemy and the quality of alchemy. There are so many spirit planters in the whole Baicao Hall, and only good luck can plant a perfect quality of herb. Firefly.

  If you can get all the perfect quality Lingyingcao from the young man and hand them over to the alchemist in the hall, then you will definitely be able to please him, and your status may go further.

"Yeah?"

  The handsome young man looked at the middle-aged monk with great interest.

   "However, I'm just a small casual cultivator with unknown origin, and I have a few sporadic Lingyingcao in my hand. Although they are of perfect quality, the quality cannot be guaranteed."

   "So, it's better to let this old man buy it."

  The handsome young man is naturally Lu Xuan. He saw this scene in the Baicao Hall, and he made the move just now.

As for the perfect-quality spirit firefly grass, although it is no longer possible to get enough cultivation base rewards, the focus is on the second-grade water firefly grass, but there are many spirit seeds left before, and under the spiritual environment of the inner sect, it is easy to cultivate some perfect-quality spirits Firefly.

   "Lu...Lu Xuan?"

  The thin old man asked softly with some disbelief.

  The last time the two met was seven or eight years ago, and Lu Xuan had undergone tremendous changes in both his cultivation and temperament, which made the old man afraid to recognize each other for a while.

   "That's right, Mr. He, it's me. I came back to visit your old man."

   The corners of Lu Xuan's mouth raised, and he said gently.

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  (end of this chapter)

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