As Zuo Lingquan expected, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy quickly said:

"I heard that the Kitasaki Snake does not produce lewd snakes. What do fellow Taoists there usually use to supplement their bodies?"

The old man who bought the medicinal materials responded: "Suo Yanzi, the fairy grass brought by Mei Xianjun before is suitable for cultivation in high-altitude areas. The medicinal effect is not worse than that of the lewd snake, but it grows too slowly..."

"My Fairy Lord Mei is a female cultivator, and she still brings such an object?"

"You are wrong. Doctors are kind and have no sayings about the high and low medicinal materials? You even open a medicine shop, so you don't have this awareness?"

"Yes, I'm superficial. Xianchang seems to be very good at Taoism. This time he ran to Jiugong Mountain to find opportunities?"

"Not that, come here and help fellow Taoist bring a letter..."

...

The two people in the shop kept talking, and Zuo Lingquan listened carefully, hoping to obtain valuable information from it.

But after listening for a while, I didn't hear the point, but Yu Guang realized that something was wrong.

In a blink of an eye, Qiutao, who was originally bargaining in front of the street stall, did not say hello to him, and walked to the market exit, silently walking half a street away...—

A moment ago.

Xie Qiutao, with a very cute smile, squatted on the street and bargained with the monks in the street stall, and bought a turtle shell on the street stall.

Xie Qiutao has a deep understanding of turtles. The little dragon turtle she picked up is still kept in Cui Yingying's attic. The turtle shell in front of her is very similar to hers, and it is just as unexpectedly the same.

Spiritual beasts all have a place to live, and there must be exclusive blessings for such spirit beasts nearby. Xie Qiutao is the second best to buy a turtle shell. What I want to ask the most is the place where this turtle shell is produced.

It’s a pity that the monks who set up stalls are also experts. They ask for prices everywhere, and they don’t say anything if they don’t buy them. They are very stubborn.

Even if Xie Qiutao bought it, the news he received might have been picked up by him. Naturally, he could not spend money in vain, so he kept raising the monk. Anyway, she and Zuo Lingquan had nothing else to do.

But Xie Qiutao didn't pull it for long. Suddenly someone stopped next to him, then squatted down next to him, picked up the turtle shell on the stall and looked at it carefully.

Xie Qiutao Yu Guang first glanced at Zuo Lingquan and saw him listening to the wall at the door of the medicine shop, only a few feet away, then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the people around him. He was stunned at this moment.

The person next to him was a middle-aged man in a green robe. He looked in his thirties and had a bamboo flute inserted between his waist. The face was very strange, but this was not the point. The point was that there was a sign hanging next to the bamboo flute around his waist.

The brand is black all over black and made of water jade. The front is a relief of a turtle and snake combination. It is exquisitely crafted. As for the back, although Xie Qiutao cannot see it, he knows that the word "Xuanwu" must be engraved because of such a brand, she also has a piece of it, which is the waist brand of Xuanwu Platform.?!

When he met an old thing in a foreign country, Xie Qiutao even had a good mind, his mind was shocked and he had a moment of loss of mind.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you sell this turtle shell?"

"The eight hundred gods' money is not bargaining. This little fairy also wants to buy it. According to the rules, you two will discuss who will pay higher."

"Oh, girl, do you want to buy this tortoise shell too?...girl?"

...

Xie Qiutao didn't listen to the noisy words at all. It was not until the middle-aged man shook his hand that she realized that she was strange. She quickly calmed down and responded:

"I just take a look at it casually. If you want it, take it."

"Oh, thank you."

The middle-aged man looked like he was not short of money. He took out eight gold wisps and handed them to the vendor. He got up and followed the team about ten people. Some men and women dressed in uniformly, and they looked like monks of the sect who went out to purchase supplies.

Xie Qiutao knew that her condition was wrong, and her mind was trembling, which made her almost unable to think. Her eyes were wandering on the sign on the waist of the middle-aged man, trying to convince herself was just a coincidence; but as the middle-aged man walked around, the words "Xuanwu" on the back of the sign were revealed, and the soreness and anger that had been wandering alone for many years could no longer be suppressed, and she couldn't help but follow her.

Fortunately, not far away, Xie Qiutao's wrist was held by a warm thug, and soft words came from his side:

"Junior sister, I won't call me when I go back after shopping. If the master knows that you are going home alone, I will scold me again..."

Xie Qiutao came to her senses a little, and in a blink of an eye, Zuo Lingquan stood beside her, smiling, but looked at her with confusion.

"Senior brother..."

After Xie Qiutao stuttered two words on his lips, it was difficult to make up the words and sentences. He secretly took out the tag, put it down in Zuo Lingquan's hand, and then continued to move forward.
Chapter completed!