The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 16: Hanyu
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"Meow!" Mo Xiaozaw became angry immediately, turned his head and gave him a paw, so he rubbed the master's hair like this, evil disciple!
"Hiss——" Mo Tianliao took a breath, stretched out his hand from the cloak, scratching the blood as expected.
Don't dare to provoke the uncle cat again, Mo Tianlio stretched out both hands and let it flutter in the cloak. This cloak cost three middle-grade spirit stones. This cloak can cover the faint aura of the monk himself , As long as it is not spied by the soul, you can cover up your cultivation.
First, go to the plaza on the east side of Ruyifang. I heard from the shopkeeper that there is an auction house.
In Xiuxianfang City, in addition to mortal shops, there are usually auction houses like this. Some rare materials, elixirs, or spiritual artifacts have no fixed price, so they need to be sold in this place. , The higher the price.
Mo Tianlio approached the **** boulder sorghum house, and a waiter came up to greet him: "Guest officer, there is no meeting today, but tomorrow."
The auction will certainly not be held every day, usually every few days. After all, rare things are not often received.
"Consignment." A low, hoarse voice came from the black cloak, sounding like an old man.
The attendant is no more than a little monk who practiced Qi, guessing that the cloak might be a refiner or an alchemist, so he didn't dare to neglect and led him inside.
"What treasures does the guest officer have on consignment, can you let me take a look?" There is an appraiser inside, who will see if the item is worth auctioning, because there is always no shortage of shoddy fish in troubled waters.
Mo Tianliao glanced at the appraiser. He had a high level of cultivation, at least above the foundation, and he used his spiritual knowledge to explore it. It was actually an early stage of the golden core! As expected, no matter how small the auction house is, there are treasures, and if there are not a few people with a high level of cultivation, it will not open at all.
Taking out a long wooden box from the storage bracelet, Mo Tian said nothing, Jieyin with one hand broke the restriction on the box and made a "please" gesture.
The appraiser's pupils shrank, and this box was actually made of thousand-year-old sinking wood! What a waste!
Slowly open the lid of the box, and there is a box full of wooden thorns inside. Pick up one to see, the three-inch long wooden thorn, the carving is even simple, only two rings are carved at the end to prevent hand slippage. The tip is wrapped with a layer of profound iron. But it can't be said that the workmanship is rough, because the layer of profound iron is so thin that the seams between iron and wood can hardly be felt.
The evaluator clamped a smooth wooden thorn between his fingers, charged it with spiritual power, threw a backhand, "boom", the wooden thorn passed through the thick stone pillar and was firmly nailed to the wall. But it can't be taken out anyway.
"High-grade artifacts are comparable to low-grade artifacts," the appraiser took out all the wooden thorns, and compared them one by one. Each wooden thorn was of the same length and no difference. "There are fifty-eight in total. Can only be used once."
Speaking of this, it is a pity for the appraiser. If this thing is a magic weapon that can be controlled by the spirit, it can be sold to monks above the golden core. So many wooden thorns can be used as a killing array, and the price will definitely be Ten times higher than it is now.
Mo Tianliao naturally knows this principle, but to practice the treasure, you must add a transparent stone. This kind of material is very expensive, and there is no back mountain. Moreover, sinking wood is not a good material, and it may not be cost-effective to practice it into a treasure.
"If it shoots a person, it can be used again if it is unplugged." Mo Tianlio raised his hand and took out nine wooden thorns, leaving forty-nine. Cultivators pay attention to complying with the destiny, the number of seven or seven is regarded as auspicious, and it is better to sell.
The appraiser nodded: "Assess fifty middle-grade spirit stones, which can be sold on consignment." After speaking, he took out a wooden sign with the auction house logo and divided it into two halves, half of which was embedded in a sinking wooden box. Half of it was handed over to Mo Tianliao, stating that the venue would open at noon on the day, and that it would be possible to enter the venue with a wooden sign, without having to pay the entrance fee. After the things are sold, come here to collect the spirit stones with the wooden signs, and the auction will collect 10% of the reward.
"Um..." The fur ball in his arms crawled into his neck while grabbing the clothes, and took a bite against the back of his neck. Mo Tianliao was taken aback and snorted unclearly.
"Does the guest officer have any questions?" The appraiser paused, thinking that he was dissatisfied with the price, and his hood concealed his completely invisible face, so he could only tentatively said, "The guest officer first time Come, 10% is already very cheap. If you come often in the future, the price can be negotiated."
10% is not low and reasonable. Mo Tianlio didn't say much, leaving the wooden box behind and turning around and leaving the auction house. Generally, auction houses are very credible, so there is no need to worry about them going wrong.
Retracted his hand into the cloak, hugged the uncle cat from his neck, and stuffed it into his clothes. The kitten immediately grabbed his clothes and raised his head in dissatisfaction. It was covered by the black cloak and could not see anything. He lifted his paws. Hooked, pierced and made a small mouth, revealing a pair of shiny eyes.
Mo Tianliao couldn't, so he had to go with it, and slowly strolled around Ruyifang with the cat.
Ruyifang is only a small market, but although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, it has everything for sale.
Walking into a shop selling jade, there are large and small uncut jade in the shop, as well as some exquisitely carved jewelry.
Mo Tianlio's gaze stopped on a piece of turquoise cold jade, which was crystal clear and flawless, and was covered with a faint white mist, which was caused by his own chill.
"This is the first-class cold jade, the spiritual grass that stores water properties can keep the aura," the store enthusiastically introduced, "if it is made into jewelry for the sweetheart, it can also be used." The hairpin carved from cold jade is very beautiful by simply carving a picture of the flowing clouds.
Mo Tianliao glanced at the rough-cut hairpin with disgust, and picked up the piece of rough jade: "Five middle-grade spirit stones."
"That's not going to happen!" The shopkeeper waved his hand immediately, indicating that the finest cold jade can be used to refine spirit artifacts. Such a large piece requires at least ten middle-grade spirit stones.
"The cold jade has flaws and can produce ice souls. This jade is flawless and can only be used as ornaments. Five yuan is already high." Mo Tianlio bargained mercilessly.
"What this says is that the cold jade that can produce ice souls can't be bought with ten top-grade spirit stones." The owner rolled his eyes, and those who didn't know how to do it thought all jade was flawless and good, but it was cold. Jade is different. The ice cracks inside are valuable, although they are not as good-looking as flawless.
In the end, Mo Tianlio bought this cold jade with fifty-five low-grade spirit stones.
Mo Tianliao went to other shops and bought a set of carving knives and some cheap refining materials. It was almost dusk, so he found an inn to stay.
The immortal cultivator does not restrict the environment. If Mo Tian is alone, it is okay to find a place to meditate, but he takes the cat. To prevent others from coveting it, it is safer to live in an inn.
When he entered the guest room, the kitten jumped on the bed and patrolled around with his tail erect.
Mo Tianliao took off his cloak, sat on the bed and took out the cold jade to check.
When the kitten saw him, he leaned over and looked at the jade with his arm. It looked like ordinary cold jade. What did this idiot buy? Suddenly I remembered what the store said, although this cold jade is not a magic weapon, it looks very beautiful if it is carved into jewelry.
"Meow!" Mo Xiaozaw immediately became unhappy, and slapped the jade from Mo Tianliao's hand.
Mo Tianliao caught the flying jade with his backhand, stretched out a finger and clicked on the white hairy head, "Don't make trouble, I want to carve a good thing."
After speaking, I took out the set of carving knives I just bought from the storage bracelet and made gestures on the jade.
Sure enough, I want to carve jewelry! Damn, who is this for? Was it the female disciple of Wo Qingdong, or the little maid of Qingning Palace?
Fortunately, you can use the blade of a knife to cut it down. Cutting jade is as easy as cutting tofu. Mo Tianliao shot quickly, first cut a square, and then turned around like an apple, hollowing out the jade, and changing the edge with a smaller knife.
The snow-white kitten turned her back and pointed her tail at him, unwilling to appreciate the superb skills of the flowing water.
"Okay!" Mo Tianliao carved it in less than a stick of incense, "Little claw, look."
Maoqiu turned his back to him and ignored it.
Poke with one finger and ignore it.
Pull the tail and ignore it.
Mo Tianliao lay down and put his face in front of the kitten: "Little Claw?"
The light colored glass eyes slowly lifted up, silent for a moment, opened his mouth, and bit.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Mo Tianliao touched the tip of his bitten nose, and put the jade piece in his hand in front of Maoqiu. "Uncle, don't be angry, this is a tribute to you."
The kitten turned her head and took a look. It was not the ugly hairpin and jade pendant she imagined. It was a small round bowl without any extra carvings. The bowl was very shallow and slightly bulged in the center. When eating, the edge of the bowl will not block the beard.
Exactly the same as the cat bowl he used in the magic palace!
"Make do with it first, let's buy a better one later." Mo Tianlio touched the kitten a little apologetically.
The cat’s tongue can’t eat anything that is too hot, even for monsters. The bowl made of cold jade can cool the food, but it’s not too cold, just enough to eat. In the past in the magic palace, Mo Tianliao dug a fist-sized piece of ice from the Wannian Hanyu and made him such a cat bowl.
The white kitten looked at the light blue small bowl, and then at Mo Tianliao with a gentle gaze, slowly raised his claws, and pulled the small jade bowl in front of him, huh, because of your filial piety. Go on, just accept it as a teacher.