Chapter 4 Fire-proof hairpin


    The market is a place for lower-level monks to trade practice items. There are many types of elixirs, formations, and spiritual weapons, but the grades are generally not high, and the quality is of varying quality.


    As the end of the year approaches, there are many monks in the market at this time, with people coming and going, noisy and noisy.


    Mo Hua walked straight to a small stall at the end of the street. The stall owner was an old man with his surname Sun. His acquaintance called him Old Man Sun. His son was a small manager in Wanbaolou. Occasionally, there were some defective goods that Wanbaolou didn''t want, so his son took them at a low price and handed them over to him to set up a stall on the street.


    Old man Sun was shouting, and when he looked up, he saw Mo Hua running over panting. His fair little face was blushing, and he couldn''t help but quip:


    "What kind of spiritual weapon are you looking at today? It won''t be the same as the previous few days. Just look at it and don''t buy it..."


    Mo Hua waved her little hand and said, "Buy!"


    Old man Sun said strangely: "How many days will it be before the end of the year? Is your family''s New Year''s money so early?"


    Mo Hua said unhappily, "What New Year''s money, I earn it myself!" After that, he patted his pocket on his waist.


    Old man Sun was excited and said quickly as he heard the crisp sound of the spirit stones in his pockets touching:


    "I have everything here, the Dan array talisman tools are good and cheap, and they are all things from Wanbaolou. They are of high quality. What do you want to buy?"


    If it is really of high quality, Wanbaolou will sell it yourself, so how can it be left in the market? However, Mo Hua doesn''t care, and he can''t afford the things from Wanbaolou.


    "Do you have any spiritual weapons to ward off fire?"


    Old man Sun showed such a look, took out a sackcloth bag, spread it out and placed it in front of the ink painting.


    "I mentioned it a few days ago, and I paid attention. When I went back, I found a few more items. They were all excellent fire-proofing spirit weapons, and they were easy to carry and exquisite styles. How about it?"


    Mo Hua looked at Old Man Sun in surprise, thinking that he had been setting up stalls in the market for decades, and he had a little chance of buying and selling, so he was prepared so well.


    The spiritual weapons placed in front of the ink painting are all kinds, including rings, jade pendants, lampstands, and a cover and silk scarf... Just looking at the style, it is already the most complete in the market.


    Mo Hua carefully looked at it, then picked up a hairpin with a simple shape but exquisite shape and asked, "What kind of hairpin is this?"


    Old man Sun said: "This is called a fire-proof hairpin. It is a standard spiritual weapon. There are unified standards for material use. It is engraved with a primary fire-proof formation, which requires energy use with spirit stones. When used, it can be stimulated to isolate the fire and make people feel refreshed. Although it requires consuming spirit stones, it can be used for three months with one spirit stone, which can be said to be quite economical and suitable..."


    Mo Hua said suspiciously: "Wanbaolou''s standard spiritual weapon must be flawed if it can be sold here..."


    Old man Sun smiled and said, "Yes, you know a lot. I won''t hide it from you. If there is no flaw, it will be at least twice as expensive as mine. But if there is a flaw, it won''t be..."


    Old man Sun pointed to the peony pattern on the hairpin, "When the weapon refiner was carving this peony, he drew a few more strokes, which was not in compliance with the norm, so the hairpin was included in the inferior product, but the formation inside was intact and the effect was still the same."


    Mo Hua nodded, and thought that this hairpin was the most suitable, so he asked, "How many spirit stones?"


    Old man Sun stroked his beard, "First price, fifteen spirit stones!"


    Mo Hua shook her head, "Five!"


    Old man Sun widened his eyes, "Who taught you how to bargain like this?"


    Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed, "I heard it in front of other stalls. They bargained for this..."


    Old Sun was heartbroken, "It''s really a world of ups and downs, and all the good children were brought to pieces!" He said again, "Fourteen, no more!"


    The ink painting also tentatively added a little, "Six?"


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    After some bargaining, the price was finally set at ten pieces.


    Old man Sun felt that it could not be lowered, and even a single bit of spiritual stone could not be lost. Mo Hua had also inquired about the prices of other spiritual weapons in the stalls before, but basically nothing was cheaper, so he agreed.


    Old man Sun took the spirit stone from Mo Hua''s hand, wrapped the hairpin in a cheap but exquisite paper box and handed it to Mo Hua, and kept muttering:


    "If my grandson had half cleverness, I would ask him to help me see the stall. Unfortunately, my grandson was very stupid and didn''t dare to say anything when he saw a stranger."


    Mo Hua took the hairpin and was satisfied, waved his hand to say goodbye to Old Man Sun, and then walked away lightly.


    The stall owner next to him smiled and said, "Old man Sun, you''re losing money this time!"


    Old man Sun stroked his beard and said, "It''s not a loss, it''s just a little profit."


    The stall owner curiously said, "Ten spirit stones are not a small number. I don''t know who the child bought the hairpin for." "The fire-proof hairpin is to avoid fire, and it is to avoid the fire from the stove. Who else can he give it to?"


    Looking at the figure of Mo Hua gradually fading away, Old Man Sun sighed slightly, "He is a good boy!"


    Mo Hua''s home is on a remote street on the edge of Tongxian City. The house is old and not big, just enough for a family of three to live in. The nearby ones are all casual cultivators at the bottom of Qi Refining. They rely on some errands and short-term work to make a living. Although they are not rich, they are full of fireworks.


    In the evening, smoke from cooking fires floated and yellowed lights lit.


    Mo Hua ran into the door and shouted, "Mom, I''m back!"


    A woman in a plain and beautiful face walked out of the inner room. When she saw Mo Hua, her eyes were full of surprises. She couldn''t help but pull Mo Hua in front of her, touched her head and pinched her face, and said for a moment, "Isn''t practice too hard? I''ve lost a lot?"


    Mo Hua said, "I haven''t lost weight," and then took out the box, "Mom, this is for you!"


    The woman was stunned for a moment, took the box and opened it, and found that it was a hairpin.


    "This is a fire-removing hairpin. Mom, you are a worker in the kitchen of a restaurant. You are fumigating with fire for a long time, which is not good for your health. This hairpin can fire-removing fire and people will be much cooler."


    The woman''s surname is Liu, her name is Ruhua, and she is Mohua''s mother. She is a casual cultivator during the Qi Refining Stage in Tongxian City.


    The life of a casual cultivator is already difficult, and there is no good job to earn spirit stones. If you have a child, it is even more difficult to raise. The food, clothing and expenses, especially the practice of sects, and various materials used for cultivation are all expensive for ordinary monks.


    Liu Ruhua has good cooking skills and helps the kitchen in the kitchen of a small restaurant in the city.


    Large restaurants generally use stoves refined by weapon refiners. There are formations on the furnace that consume spirit stones and convert spiritual energy into firepower.


    In order to save costs, the small restaurant does not use spirit stones to offer fire, but will allow monks with fire spirit roots to consume their spiritual power and condense into cooking firepower. Over time, the body will inevitably be attacked by fire, dry meridians, and symptoms of lung pain and cough.


    When Liu Ruhua was helping the kitchen in a restaurant, she had to consume spiritual power to provide fire from time to time, and she received a salary of about thirty spirit stones every month. Although it was harmful to her body, this was already a good job that casual cultivators could find. Many Qi Refining Cultivators had no chance to do it.


    Looking at the hairpin in his hand, Liu Ruhua pursed her lips and didn''t say anything.


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    "Look, is it good to look good!"


    Liu Ruhua saw the woman in the mirror wearing a simple hairpin, looking dignified and beautiful, and saw her son''s big eyes flashing. She was soft-hearted and said softly: "I have accepted this hairpin, and I won''t accept it next time I give it something."


    "Yes," Mo Hua agreed repeatedly, "Mom, is the rice ready? I''m hungry."


    "Okay, it''s all what you like to eat, eat more!"


    Liu Ruhua''s craftsmanship is very good. Although it is a simple vegetarian dish and does not contain any spiritual energy, it is exquisite and delicious. After Mo Hua finished eating, he had a conversation with his mother and went back to the house to read a book.


    After the Zi time, Mo Hua entered the sea of ??consciousness again and practiced the formation on the stone tablet for a night. When he woke up, it was Mao time.