The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

There are many jade slips scattered on this stall, as well as some books with rolled edges or holes. There is also a ball of jet black silk thread on top of these things. The silk thread is in a mess and relatively far apart. You can't tell what the material is from a distance, but the reason why Bai Qing's painting stopped here is because of the divine and demonic harp in the sea of ​​consciousness. At this time, the divine and demonic harp has a generous aura, faintly conveying excitement.

Seeing Bai Qinghua stop, Hei Ye and Chang Le also stopped and followed Bai Qinghua's line of sight. Chang Le, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but frowned and looked at Bai Qinghua strangely. At first glance, he couldn't see the merits of those things.

While he was complaining silently, Bai Qinghua and Hei Ye were already standing in front of the stall. The stall owner was a foundation-building monk with a fair face and simple clothes. At this time, he was holding a book in his hand and reading it with gusto. Engaged in it, sometimes showing a thoughtful look, sometimes unable to hold back his hands and laughing, he didn't even notice the customer coming to the stall. Seeing him so white, Qinghua didn't bother him, but casually looked through the jade slips on the stall. and books. Most of the records in the jade slips are the travel notes and experiences recorded by the monks themselves. There are also some strange and weird exercises, but most of them have no practical effect. There are many types of books, but they are all mortals who cannot practice. The materials used include a collection of classics and history, a medical book and pharmacopoeia, a martial arts secret book, various chess and music scores, military strategies, and some story books.

After looking through these things, Bai Qinghua picked up the jet-black silk thread unintentionally, and when he held it in his hand, he realized that the silk thread didn't look very good. It was indeed a kind of monster, the beauty spider. 'The silk spun out by the beauty spider has the head of a spider and the body of a spider. Both male and female have a very beautiful face. They often seduce the monks with their appearance. When the monks get close, they will spin the silk to trap the monks and take them back to the cave to enjoy slowly. The beauty spiders The spider's silk is smooth and delicate, impervious to water and fire, and extremely flexible. It is one of the favorite materials for many monks' robes. Therefore, many monks specialize in hunting beauty spiders. Later, there were fewer and fewer beauty spiders. Silk became even more precious, and the beautiful spiders gradually gathered together to prevent the monks from hunting them. Finally, they found that the cultivators liked their spider silk, so they simply made a deal with the cultivators. The monks could use the corpses of monsters. In exchange for corresponding spider silk, the beauty spiders can gradually multiply.

But the ball of spider silk in Bai Qinghua's hand is of extremely poor quality. The silk is contaminated by something unknown, and its value is greatly reduced. Of course, this is only in the eyes of others. There is a section of this ball of silk that is very special. Bai Qing I just touched the painting and felt a sudden palpitation in my heart.

After looking at everything, he saw that the stall owner was still holding a book and was concentrating on reading. He didn't notice anyone in front of the stall. Bai Qinghua couldn't help but knock on the table with his fingers. When there was no response, he pressed harder. He knocked again, but the man was too engrossed in what he was looking at, and there was still no response.

In the end, Hei Ye couldn't bear it any longer and hit him with a burst of spiritual power. The monk almost hid away reflexively. As soon as the spiritual light turned, he had a writing brush in his hand. Then he carefully put the book in his hand into his arms and raised his eyes to look at it warily. The three people in front of me.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be nervous. It's just that I'm more interested in the things on your stall. I called you several times but you didn't answer. My companion's spiritual power just now was just a reminder, and there was no malice."

Bai Qinghua looked at the monk in front of him with a guarded look on his face and was speechless, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"You like my stuff?"

At this time, the monk also saw that the cultivation levels of the three people in front of him were higher than his own. If these three people had malicious intentions, they would not be able to escape them with their own cultivation level. He also heard Bai Qinghua say that he liked it. His eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the things on his stall. He had been setting up his stall here for three days. This was the first time he met someone who was interested in his things. In his early years, he was just a poor scholar with no name in the mortal world. He accidentally discovered that he had spiritual roots and came to the world of cultivating immortals by chance. However, even here he still loved books as much as his life. Even in cultivation, he used books to enter Taoism. Others needed to meditate diligently to absorb spiritual energy, but he was in From the book, he realized that his cultivation level will improve every time he has enlightenment. This is why he can enter the foundation building stage so quickly and pass the trial of Xingyao Academy with only a single spiritual root qualification.

Because his cultivation method is special and almost unheard of in the world of immortality, most monks cannot understand him, let alone practice with his method. Therefore, many people think that he is a fool and crazy, so they are unwilling to interact with him. At this time, they heard Finally, someone liked his jade slips and books, how could he not be excited.

"Well, I'm quite interested in how you sell these things. I want all the spiritual stones."

Bai Qinghua never thought that the person in front of her would change so much in such a short time. The way he looked at her was like looking at a long-lost relative, which made her feel baffled. At this time, Heiye had already stepped forward to take a step forward. Bai Qinghua stood behind him and looked at the stall owner with an unhappy expression.

"Hehehe, I don't want the spirit stone, I don't want the spirit stone. If you like it, just take it. Money is easy to get, but a confidant is hard to find. I am called a bookworm. My surname is Yan and my last name is Zijun. I just want to make friends with the girl. We will be together in the future. In Xingyao Academy, we can also take care of each other, and we can even discuss knowledge together when we have the opportunity."

Because Bai Qinghua was blocked by the night, Yan Zijun had to put his feet up and tilt his neck to see Bai Qinghua. Ignoring the night's darker face, Yan Zijun showed eight white teeth at Bai Qinghua.

Seeing that his attitude was sincere and not fake, Bai Qinghua patted Hei Ye on the shoulder and walked out from behind him. After thinking for a while, he took out a yellowed parchment scroll from his storage space. This parchment scroll Bai Qinghua also forgot which unlucky monk's storage space he got it from. The words on it were densely packed, but Bai Qinghua didn't recognize any of them. After studying for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason. The person in front of him Since he is called a bookworm, he must like these things very much. If you give the parchment to this person, if he can recognize the words on it, he may get some blessings. Isn't it the best of both worlds?

At first, Yan Zijun refused to accept anything, and just wanted to be Bai Qinghua's friend. But when he saw the ancient texts on the parchment, he couldn't say no. Although he was I still can’t recognize all these ancient texts, but I am very interested in these things. I really want them!

Yan Zijun took the parchment scroll from Bai Qinghua's hand with a somewhat stunned expression. Yan Zijun handed his transmission notes to Bai Qinghua, promising to translate the ancient text on it and discuss it with Bai Qinghua. Bai Qinghua was also very curious about the words on the parchment scroll. He happily agreed, and then put the jade slips, books, and the ball of silk thread on the stall into the storage ring, so that Hei Ye and Chang Le could leave together.