Chapter 11: arctic fox

The entire city is composed of the inner city and the outer city. The inner market is controlled by the major sects. There are more formal shops selling precious medicinal herbs and weapons. The foreign market is a scattered monk who sells his own things at will.
The effect of things in the inner city is guaranteed, but there are many spiritual stones needed; the things outside the market are cheap, but they are rather messy. It is possible to spend a lot of Lingshi only to buy a waste product, or it may have bought it without spending any Lingshi. Treasures. Buying things in a foreign market requires great eyesight and air transport.
But the average monk likes to buy things in the foreign market. First, because there are fewer spiritual stones, and the second is that they all hold the mind of Taobao. Most of the things that foreign monks sell are found in the foggy mountains or other treasures. They sometimes don't know their value, so there are some precious things to buy from others.
Qin Mo walked slowly in the outside city, stopping from time to time to observe carefully on the roadside booth.
There are everything in these booths, there are selling medicinal herbs, there are selling spirits, and there are all kinds of strange things in the real world.
However, what disappointed Qin Mo was that he had not seen what he wanted to buy after watching it for so long. Qin Mo has always been a relatively casual person, doing things by mood, buying things by eye.
Slightly sighed in my heart, it seems that this time is white, put down the things in his hands, Qin Mo Li Li, and turned to prepare to leave.
Just two or three steps away, Qin Mo suddenly felt the pain in his foot. He bowed his head and saw a spire-like object on his foot. Qin Mo could not help but pick up the object.
Just took it to his hand, Qin Mo felt that the spiritual power in Dantian himself was running quickly. Qin Mo, who had never seen this situation, was shocked and quickly suppressed the spiritual power of the body. This has the opportunity to carefully look at the things in your hand.
The spire-like object has four sides, each of which is a regular triangle with a strange pattern engraved on it, and it does not reveal what it depicts. Qin Mo couldn't help but touch it, and the pattern was smooth and flat. I don't know what method I used to sculpt it.
The monk next to him saw Qin Mo holding the object and could not help but say: "This Taoist friend, this is the treasure I found from the ancient secrets. It contains the secret of cultivation, as long as three hundred of the best spirits!"
Hearing this, Qin Mo’s brow could not help but wrinkle slightly. He still knew the ancient mystery. There are indeed many good things in it. Is it really hidden from this secret? However, it is only a factor that can make his spiritual power disorder. He must also buy this thing.
The monk saw Qin Mo’s brow slightly wrinkled, thinking that he was too expensive for his own, and his heart could not help but feel guilty. This thing was indeed taken from the ancient secrets, but this thing is very strange, whether it is The sword is roasting with fire, it has always been like this, and in the end he has to give up, but also feel that this is a useless waste.
Just now, he saw that Qin Mo took this thing and observed it carefully. He also saw Qin Mo’s clothes made of the best silk of the sky. He couldn’t help but feel the joy. He seems to have met the big family children who have no flowers and no flowers. However, I did not want to open up three hundred of the best spirits.
At this moment, I saw Qin ink face cold, not a word, the feeling of guilty is even worse, could not help but say: "Well, kid, look at you pleasing to the eye, cheaper, two hundred down the spirit stone is also possible!"
"Master, you don't want to be deceived by him. This thing has no use. It is not worth so many spiritual stones!" Before the monk finished speaking, an angry voice came from the side, and suddenly it was slanting. Come out with a teenager.
Hearing the voice of his screaming, Qin Mo came out of his own thoughts and looked at the boy wearing a moon-green door robe. He immediately understood what he meant and nodded. He said to the boy: "Thank you!

When the boy listened to Qin Mo’s words, his expression suddenly became stagnant, and his mouth whispered:
The master brother thanked me!

Qin Mo took out two of the lower-quality Lingshi from his body and handed it to the pale-skinned monk from the time of the young boy. He carefully inserted the minaret into the Qiankun bag, and then he turned and left.
The monk pinched two pieces of the lower spirit stone, and his heart was unwilling. He shouted at the back of Qin Mo: "That thing is really a treasure! You have given too few spiritual stones!"
Seeing him like this, the boy immediately recovered from the sluggish state, looking at the monk's face and his painful appearance, could not help but stand in front of him, blocking his sight of Qin Mo, and his mouth was fiercely said: "That thing is a garbage, that is, the master is good, will spend two Lingshi to buy it, you will be content!"
Qin Mo has left a long way and can still hear the dialogue between them. He can't help but feel a little funny. This is really interesting in the real world!
At the end of the foreign market, it is leading to the direction of Yueqingmen. When Qin Mo came, it was still empty. Now when he leaves, it is full of all kinds of spirits, and it is the monks who sell the beasts. The place is therefore very lively.
Qin Mo has a little cleanliness. He didn’t want to go to a crowded place to join in the fun, but when he looked up, he saw a snow-white little fox standing in a pile of earthy gray foxes, squatting like grapes. The big eyes looked at him without hesitation.
Qin Mo’s footsteps were slightly stunned. This little fox is white, and it is extremely conspicuous in the whole body of the beast. Qin Mo does not understand why no one will buy it.
After only a moment, Qin Mo already knew the reason.
A woman repaired her face and looked at the little white fox. The eyelids did not smash out the spiritual stone and paid it to the stall owner. When she reached out, she wanted to pick up the little fox on the ground. But before she could touch the hair of the little fox, the little fox's claws cocked up quickly, and the woman's hand suddenly appeared five long scratches.
The woman repaired "ah!" and yelled out loudly, and the stall owner reluctantly returned the stone to her, and finally abducted abruptly. It seems that this is not the first time. .
The little white fox licked his paws and looked at the scene in front of him with a disdainful look. The furry face showed a very human expression.
Seeing this, Qin Mo could not help but slowly go forward and pointed to the little fox and said: "I want to buy it!"
The stall owner saw someone to buy the spirit beast, and his face could not help but show a smile of joy. Then he followed the direction pointed by Qin Mo. The smile on his face instantly stagnated there, revealing a helpless look and said: "Daoyou, you still have to change one, this little fox is not obedient!"
Qin Mo’s expression is unchanged, and he still stubbornly said:
It’s it!
He just saw that the woman’s repair was twenty pieces of the lower spirit, so he handed the twenty pieces in his hand to the stall owner and reached out. The little fox hugged.
The stall owner held the Lingshi in his hand and did not put them in the Qiankun bag. He sighed helplessly in his mouth, because he knew that the Lingshi still had to go back.
It can make him a dumbfounded thing, and since he has been in his hands, he has been disobedient and likes to attack other people’s little white foxes. He even wants to let this cold teenager pick up in front of him, and he is also a spoiled boy. palm.
Qin Mo hugged the little fox and gently touched the little fox's paw at a point that no one could see.
No one knows that Qin Mo is actually a fluff control, especially like white fluff. But he always felt that this hobby was too feminine, and he never showed it.
At this moment, he really likes this little white fox. The monk in the realm of cultivation is almost a human beast. Many male monks also have cute beasts. The white fox is not special.
He carefully looked at the beast. He didn't understand the qualifications of the beast. He could only see that the beast had eight layers of cultivation. This is really good. Think of it here, Qin Mo. In a better mood, I couldn't help but touch the claws of the little fox again.
The little fox seemed to turn a blind eye in the direction of Qin Mo, and then the big and fluffy tail swayed, and jumped on Qin Mo's shoulder, and Qin Mo returned to Yue Qingmen.
There is no flight in the Moon Gate, and Qin Mo can only walk in the direction of the outer door. The entire disciple of the Moon Gate is concentrated on the Yunjian Peak and the Yunzhong Peak, while Lin Zikai’s waiting place is Yunzhong Peak.
Because it is walking on foot, Qin Mo has the opportunity to carefully observe the environment of Yueqingmen. There are six peaks in Yueqingmen. Yunfeng Peak, Yundan Peak, Yun Beast Peak, Yunfeng Peak, Yunjian Peak, Yunzhong Peak.
Among them, Yundanfeng is good at refining medicine, Yunfeng Peak is good at refining, and Yunniu Peak is where the sects raise spirits. The other five peaks are surrounded by clouds and peaks. What Qin Mo doesn't know is that when you look at the air, you will find that the entire moon is in a huge array.
Just stepping into the peak of Yunzhong, Qin Mo released his knowledge and felt the location of Lin Zikai. It was the place where Yunzhongfeng used to rest for the disciples. There seemed to be many other disciples around him. The heart is loose, it seems that Lin Zikai’s days at the outer door are indeed good. Qin Mo’s footsteps were not too light, and he went in the direction of Lin Zikai.
"You waste this, let me know, where did you come from?" The youngster's sharp voice came from the front.
"Wei brother, this morning I also saw Lin Zikai's waste bought an alchemy furnace in the city!" A small boy next to him said to the former boy.
"You waste, I don't know where the stolen stone was stolen. I want to sue the elders and drive you out of the moon gate!" He said, kicking the people on the ground, and the other disciples next to him Followed by his movements, kicked against the people on the ground.
When Qin Mo came here, it was this scene. A group of foreign disciples tightly surrounded a young boy who fell to the ground and punched and kicked him. And that boy is Lin Zikai.
Seeing this, Qin Mo’s pupils could not help but shrink, and the expression on his face could not be tightened. He said in his mouth:
Stop!

The forest curled up on the ground, endured the pain of being beaten, and clenched the lower lip without saying a word. The fingertips moved slightly, and a black mist that could not be seen by the naked eye sneaked into the head. On the body. His current cultivation is too low. There are many high-powered monks in Yueqingmen. He can't blatantly retaliate. He can only secretly put poisonous fog on them.
Immediately, he transferred his target to other people's bodies, his fingers moved slightly, and before he summoned the black smoke, he heard the familiar voice coming from the side, his movements could not help but be awkward, and the disciples turned together. Go too far.
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