When the Taoist Cleaver heard Ding Xing bringing the spirit stone again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Muye, why are you so obsessed with the spirit stone?"

He was also very surprised. Ding Xing looked like an experienced character, and his words and deeds were a little awkward. "You got the spirit stone, why don't you buy the treasures you lack? You can tell me your needs first. If I have one, you don't have to go to other stalls to look for them. I can change wine. We have the best of both worlds, wouldn't it be better?"

Ding Xing felt that his words were pertinent and nodded in agreement: "There is nothing next to me, only the fragrance of insects!"

After hearing this, Taoist Yijian was stunned for a moment, and his face gradually became depressed: "You have insect-killing wine, but you actually want to buy Michengxiang? Brother Muye, tell me the truth, how many kinds of demon insects can your spiritual wine charm?"

He believed that Ding Xing did not tell the truth. This spiritual wine has major flaws and is probably only tear-jerking to a few kinds of demon insects.

However, Taoist Jiong had his plan. As long as Ding Xing's spiritual wine could charm the bookworms, this business would definitely not be a loss.

When Ding Xing saw his slightly distrustful expression, he felt speechless. "Chong'er Tears" is a top-notch product. It was just because Ding Xing was low-key and was temporarily unwilling to promote its popularity, and it was considered a cheap product.

‘Oh, I feel so wronged that my wine is so despised!’

But it was hard to explain. Ding Xing said: "My spiritual wine is very effective. If you don't believe it, you can buy living insects for verification. Today's transaction will definitely make a profit! As for what I want to do with the spiritual wine, it has nothing to do with the spiritual wine!"

Yi Jian Taoist didn't have time to do the experiment. He shook his cuffs and set up a row of spiritual incense on the stall: "Before you came, I happened to receive ten spiritual incense sticks. Even if I bought you twenty jars of wine, spiritual incense is still useful to me. But when we start a big business, I can exchange spiritual incense for you. As for the price, it will be 10% higher than the price in the Xianzhuang store!"

Ding Xing disagreed. He was not familiar with Taoist Yijian. If he had just one cent higher, he would have to pay twenty or thirty extra spirit stones. This was impossible: "Fellow Taoist Yijian, if you forcefully raise the price, then I will firmly accept your spirit stones. If you don't exchange treasures for treasures with you, you should keep the spirit fragrance yourself!"

There were not many spirit stones left on Yijian Taoist. Ding Xing was so determined that he had no room for perseverance.

The two of them negotiated the price back and forth several times, and finally reached the spiritual fragrance transaction at the average price in the market.

The final delivery result was: Ding Xing exchanged three treasures from a Taoist scissor with twenty jars of insect tears.

A paper soldier under the moon, ten sticks of insect incense, and eighty low-grade spirit stones.

Both of them were very happy about this deal, especially Yi Jian Taoist. When he parted, he warmly invited Ding Xing to visit the Juanchen Mountains when he had time and to visit his cave.

The Taoist Yijian was not a false statement. Although he bought twenty jars of Ding Xing's wine, he was still a little short of it. He was worried that he would never find Ding Xing again after using it, so he sent an invitation letter and left a backup plan for himself.

"Brother Muye, I was born near Juanchen Mountain. Although I don't live long, I am an authentic Juanchen monk. If one day in the future, you travel to Juanchen and ask any fellow practitioner, you can find me!"

Yi Jian Taoist first showed his etiquette and then made a pragmatic speech: "Every time I come to Jiuzhuangji, the monk Juanchen will walk with me and happen to go to Juanchen Mountain to pass by you Qianhammer Village. If Brother Muye doesn't dislike it, we can leave together after the gathering."

This time, in order to buy wine, Taoist Yijian took out all his wealth. He was a casual cultivator and hang out on the territory of the other party’s fairy village, and was worried about being bullied by the disciples of the fairy village.

Ding Xing also understood the meaning of Yi Jian Taoist, which was a vague warning to himself that Yi Jian Taoist had many partners and told him not to have bad thoughts.

Ding Xing clasped his fists and said, "I thanked the kindness of Yijian Taoist, but I can't wait for the gathering and will return home soon. I will say goodbye."

Yi Jian Taoist replied: "Okay, goodbye to see you if you are destined to be!"

After the two said goodbye, Ding Xing did not stop and left Jiuzhuangji directly.

His mission on this trip was to secretly sell the "Insect Tears". Now it has been successfully completed. He is thinking about the insect plague in his orange orchard and is heartbroken.

Before leaving, I passed by Meng Xiaotang's stall and saw Meng Xiaotang and the woman in yellow dress were closing the stall. The market was about to end, so the young couple must have returned home early.

Ding Xing still didn't say hello. After leaving the market and away from the territory of Qingling Yaozhuang, he still posted the Fengxing Talisman and ran towards Jinlu Winery. It took him a day and a night to come, and it took so long to return.

In the morning, Ding Xing came out of Jiuzhuangji. When he walked until dark, he felt a little tired and hungry, so he sat at the foot of a mountain to regulate his breathing.

Since his practice, his senses have become more and more sharp and he has magic on his back. If his divine thoughts are used, he can see the radius clearly even at night when he cannot see his five fingers.

When he was resting, he repeatedly warned the environment and looked at the terrain. This was a territory called "Shizigang". At the intersection of the four villages, Jinlu Winery to the north and Shijing Tea House to the west.

He is halfway through the road. If he is in the dark, he can return home until tomorrow morning.

As he was calculating his itinerary, he suddenly felt a faint smell of blood penetrated into his nostrils.

I couldn't help but look up and sniffed it. I saw that the smell was coming from the west. I looked in that direction, but there was no one and no living thing.

Maybe the distance between them is a bit far, so he can't search the source.

In this wilderness, blood and energy occasionally spread, which is not abnormal. Ding Xing originally didn't want to pursue it, but the west is Shijing Tea House. He thought Meng Xiaotang would have encountered trouble if he left Jiuzhuangji at the same time?

I looked up at the night sky and saw that there was no dark cloud, the moon was bright and round, and the clear light shone on the ground.

He had the "Moon Under the Paper Soldier" available, and it didn't take much time to investigate. He got up and walked west for a while. On the way, he took out his wine bag and "turned into a scatter" and drank a few sips.

Soon he found the bursting point of bloody smell, which was a forest outside the "Cross Hill".

A man and a woman snuggled up and sank on the ground, sacrificing a magic shield, reflecting a yellow aperture, protecting them in the circle, passively greeting the fierce attack of the copper mace outside the circle.

The moonlight shone on the faces of the two people. Ding Xing recognized at a glance that it was Meng Xiaotang and the girl in yellow. Meng Xiaotang had a wound on her left arm and blood was flowing out. However, the war was tense and he did not dare to treat it, so he seemed to be struggling to support it.

Several feet away from the two of them stood a bald man, tall and thin, with Buddhist beads hanging on his neck, but he drove the Taoist sect's copper mace magic weapon, dressed like Buddha and Taoism, and was inappropriate.

This bald man has a very high level of cultivation, and has reached the seven or eight levels of Qi training. When fighting, he looked at the six paths. Ding Xing had just bet on his spiritual thoughts here, and he immediately looked back and looked coldly.

Ding Xing met his intimidating gaze and did not dare to approach him.

Seeing a hillside beside the forest, Ding Xing climbed up, stood on the slope, with wide eyes open, and occupied the favorable fighting terrain. In Ding Xing's heart, Meng Xiaotang was his childhood playmate, and he took it for granted that bald man was a villain.

Besides, Meng Xiaotang and the girl in yellow are young couples. They seem to be in love with each other. Even if Ding Xing is completely unfamiliar with them, he will inevitably feel compassion when faced with this situation.

Ding Xing did not hesitate and pinched the "Paper Soldier under the Moon" in his palm and injected magic power into it.

"go!"

He took action without saying a word, mainly because he was worried that the full moon would be suddenly covered, and it would be too late to sacrifice again.

The paper man flew out of his palm and turned into a white light and shot out. When he escaped, his body grew longer and he flew down the hillside and had already expanded to the size of an ordinary person.

Bang!

The body of the paper man also became extremely thick, like a soldier wearing a layer of paper clothes, landing steadily on the ground, jumping again, and pounced on the bald monk like an eagle.

"Good come!"

The bald man roared, not afraid at all. He grabbed the Buddhist beads in his neck with one hand, waved them around his hand, formed a pure gold circle, and put the head of a paper man directly.

As a result, the paper man fisted out in the air, grabbed the Buddhist beads and crushed them. It was as weak as paper, and it was so weak that it was invincible.
Chapter completed!