I preach with black technology

Chapter 5

Fuyi was so distressed by the little junior brother who made a lamp with a small piece of top-grade spirit stone, she played with the pick, watched the lamp flickering on and off, and choked speechlessly: "Junior brother, This little thing you made is not used by ascetics, and ordinary people can't afford it, it looks a bit tasteless."

Even the disciples in the Qi refining period have a certain night vision ability, but there are some monks who make some exquisite gadgets, which are not useful but very exquisite in style. They are usually used as decorations to show off their wealth and wealth.

Lu Yan's desk lamp looks really ugly.

What's more, the ordinary world and ascetics are two parallel lines, and the currencies do not interfere with each other, and foreign objects such as gold and silver are of no use to ascetics.

Lu Yan rubbed his nose, but he was not depressed at all: "I don't sell this, but it's not difficult to make things that ordinary people can afford at a low cost."

Fuyi has been wandering outside all year round, now he became interested: "Tell me?"

Lu Yan flipped through the first few pages of the encyclopedia of formations and the detailed explanation of the runes, and said: "These are relatively low-level formations, which can be learned by any ordinary disciple. It is easy to write and can be activated with only low-level spirit stones. I was thinking, if the spirit stone is polished to the same size and used as a general energy source, maybe it can be made into something that ordinary people can afford and use, by the way, sister, do me a favor."

Fu Yi: "What?"

Lu Yan disassembled the base of the table lamp, and the aura in the top-quality spirit stone was still strong. He put the spirit stone in Fuyi's hand: "Senior sister, come and absorb the aura inside, you must slow down."

Fuyi pinched the spirit stone with two fingers, and the spiritual energy inside slowly flowed into Fuyi's meridians until all the spiritual energy was absorbed, leaving only an empty shell.

"really!"

Lu Yan's eyes lit up, and he had been wondering whether the so-called spirit stone was a special stone that could continuously absorb the spirit energy and store the spirit energy in it, and he continued to command: "Senior sister, try to return the spirit energy to the In this shell, you must be slow."

Fu Yi frowned slightly, the aura turned into silk, and returned bit by bit from the finger. After a while, the spirit stone returned to its former appearance.

The word "recovery" was not used accurately. The spiritual energy absorbed by the monk would be assimilated by the spiritual roots and exercises, and the spiritual energy returned by Fu Yi was not as pure as the naturally formed top-grade spirit stone.

Fuyi became interested, absorbing the spiritual energy for a while, and releasing the spiritual energy for a while, the speed became faster and faster, and said: "This method can be used for exercise, and it's not bad. How did you come up with it, little brother?"

Lu Yan: "No, it's not exercise, it's charging..."

Every monk is a mobile power bank.

Little Martial Uncle Lu sighed.

**

The four seasons of the Divine Good Fortune Sect are like spring, and there is no obvious seasonal change.

Apart from fiddling with formations these days, Lu Yan squatted next to the land he cultivated when he was hungry.

Shen Mengji managed to connect to the Internet, and he spoke slowly, like an emotionless robot: "Do you want Bigu Pill, little uncle?"

Lu Yan: "Thank you, Erji, I've eaten."

Shen Mengji slowly put Bigu Dan in his arms: "Oh."

Lu Yan actually didn't know whether the weather and soil of the Divine Good Fortune Sect were suitable for farming.

Even if it is suitable, he doesn't know if the seeds that have been stored in the warehouse for hundreds of years can germinate.

Lu Yan remembered the spirit stone he had no place to spend, and shouted towards the sky: "Senior Sister Fuyi!"

With a sound of "shua", a red figure stopped in front of Lu Yan, and Fuyi sat cross-legged on Chaomu Sword: "What's wrong, little brother?"

After Lu Yan finished eating the bottle of elixir for health care, he obviously grew a little taller, white and tender, and looked very good. He was wearing the white Taoist robe sent by Pei Zhan, like a young master raised by some family , he blinked his eyes, and tried to show off his cuteness while he was still young: "Senior sister, I want to go down the mountain!"

I think Pei Zhan didn't escape Lu Yan's coquettish offensive back then, let alone Fu Yi who only knew how to fight with people all day long.

Fu Yi covered his heart: "Down, down, down!"

So Fuyi took his junior brother and nephew down the mountain together.

Lu Yan's timing was very coincidental. He couldn't tell the passage of time in the Shanzaohua Sect. He didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, it would already be New Year's Eve in the mortal world.

The sky was not dark, and the setting sun cast a dark golden light. There was unmelted snow on both sides of the road, which was piled up like a snowman, probably to celebrate the New Year, and the snowman still had a red cloth around his neck.

There are many stalls, large and small, selling lamps, poetry, yelling, sugar painting, bargaining, New Year's greetings, and greeting guests in restaurants... It is lively and lively, accompanied by fireworks exploding into the sky, exhaling softly. A puff of white mist scattered in the air, forming an irreplaceable pyrotechnic atmosphere.

Shen Mengji stood beside a straw with candied haws stuck in it for a long time. He was handsome, and he looked very capable of bluffing people when he was silent. In the evening market, a brave little girl approached quietly and surrounded Shen Mengji. He wanted to buy candied haws, but his eyes were all on Shen Meng's fuselage.

However, Shen Mengji was like a piece of wood, it didn't react at all.

The old man who sells candied haws smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, wishing that this handsome young man could stay a little longer.

Shen Mengji took out a copper coin from his sleeve: "Three candied haws, I'm sorry."

The old man took the money, picked out the three skewers that were the largest, roundest, and most wrapped in sugar, and handed them to Shen Mengji: "Young students, remember to come more!"

Shen Mengji connected to the Internet and took the candied haws: "Thank you, old man."

Lu Yan was short and was hugged by Fu Yi. He turned his head and saw a bright red candied haws standing in front of him.

Shen Mengji's eyes were clear, and the corners of his mouth were curved: "To my little uncle."

The candied haws are very big, each one is plump, and Lu Yande held it with two hands. He gnawed off the top one with a groan, and said vaguely, "Thank you, Er Ji, and Er Ji is good to me!"

Back then, when Lu Yan was so hungry that his eyes turned green, it was Shen Mengji's candied haws that saved his stomach.

So much so that in Shen Mengji's impression, little uncle and candied haws are linked.

Lu Yan called "Second Machine" for many days, homophonic 2g, Shen Mengji heard too much and knew it was calling himself, he pursed his lips and smiled, and gave the other one to Fuyi: "This one is for Uncle Fuyi. "

Fuyi hugged his junior with one hand, and the candied haws gift from his nephew with the other: "Thank you, Mengji!"

The three of them were walking in the market, while Lu Yan gnawed on candied haws, he kept scanning both sides: "Senior sister, senior sister, over there!"

Fuyi looked in the direction of Lu Yan's finger, there was a shop selling grain, and there were many people queuing up with cloth bags.Fu Yi led Shen Mengji to the end of the line, and asked his junior brother: "You want to buy food, there is no disciple in the sect who specializes in cooking, right?"

After eating the last hawthorn, Lu Yan said, "No, I want to buy seeds!"

Grow it and make it yourself!

Fu Yi poked Lu Yan's bulging cheek: "Why do you have to farm the land, Bigu Dan is so unpalatable?"

Lu Yan pondered for a while: "Probably because of the instinct of a flower grower...?"

The queue was very fast, and when Lu Yan arrived, the shopkeeper's face was covered with sweat, and he greeted people with a smile: "What do you guys want to buy?"

Lu Yan poked his head over and said, "I want seeds."

The shopkeeper saw that Lu Yan and his party were very personable, and the clothes seemed to be made of good materials, and the smile deepened: "Okay, what kind do you want?"

Lu Yan pointed to the rice and said, "Rice seeds, I want the best."

The shopkeeper repeatedly agreed: "Okay, I have good seeds here, and even the immortals agree to eat them!"

The market here is close to the Divine Good Fortune Sect. Some disciples will pass by when they go down the mountain to do tasks. I don’t know if there are immortals eating it, but this way of selling is really enduring.

Lu Yan ordered a hundred catties of fine rice, and the shopkeeper put it in a cloth bag: "One, two or three coins, don't think it's expensive, I'll give you another five catties of rice, what do you think?"

Fuyi weighed it with one hand: "Yes, it's enough."

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat. It was the first time in his life that he saw a thin girl carrying a hundred catties of grain with one hand.

In line with the self-cultivation of a businessman, the shopkeeper patted his chest: "Hey, we are a big grain company, and we can't do things that are short of money!"

Lu Yan blocked it with his sleeve, digging and digging in his storage space, suddenly paused, poked his elbow at his clothes, leaned over her ear and asked, "Senior Sister, I only have Lingshi, do you have any silver?" ?”

Fu Yi was even more confused: "It's not a day or two since I've been poor. I don't even have Lingshi. Where can I get the money?"

Both teachers and uncles looked at Shen Mengji who had bought candied haws.

Shen Mengji: "..."

Shen Er's machine slowly connected to the Internet.

The shopkeeper also saw that the doorway was coming, and asked tentatively: "The three of you are extraordinary... don't you have money?"

Lu Yan was silent.

Fu Yi coughed twice.

Shen Er's machine slowly connected to the Internet.

The shopkeeper's smile gradually disappeared, he was carrying a grain bag, and was about to turn around to see off the customers.

Lu Yanerkang said: "Wait a minute! It's not that I don't have money. I have a little thing here. I don't know if the shopkeeper is interested."

The shopkeeper invited the three people to the inner room with doubts.

Lu Yan put on a wide sleeve when he went out, which came in handy to cover a small thing he took out from the storage space.

It was an improved desk lamp.

Different from the ugly and extravagant one before, this one Lu Yan uses polished low-grade spirit stones. The wooden shelf and lamp legs can be retracted for storage. It was carved out by Lu Yan when he was free. The pattern, the base is also engraved with lotus, very elegant.

The light bulb has also been improved, the fog inside is distributed very evenly, and the paddle used as a switch is made into a round ball, which looks more in line with the mainstream aesthetics.

Simple atmosphere.

Lu Yan jumped down from Fuyi's arms, put down the legs of the desk lamp and stood on the table, and said mysteriously: "The shopkeeper can close the curtain."

It was already late at this time, and it was even darker when the curtain was drawn.

Then, Lu Yan flicked the round pick, and only heard a "click", and the desk lamp lighted up faintly, illuminating this space like daylight.

The fat on the shopkeeper's face shivered, and Heidou's eyes were fixed on the desk lamp. This thing looks very small, but it is brighter than the top-grade candles, and it doesn't have the smell of burning candles. It's really a miracle!

The young master who looked four or five years old stood beside the lamp with a smile: "How is it?"

"It's because I don't know Taishan with my eyes." The shopkeeper arched his hands, not daring to touch the lamp at all, "Dare to ask the young master what this is?"

Lu Yan began to flicker: "To be honest, this is a treasure made by immortals. It's called a desk lamp. It uses spirit stones to activate formations. Like this, it can be opened and closed with a single flick. Immortals think this thing is useless. I use it. It's better than a candle."

How can this be better than candles, this is much better than candles!

The shopkeeper looked at the desk lamp obsessively, his heart was burning, he was going back to his home in the next year, if he went back with this thing, and the master above liked it, wouldn't he also be able to get a promotion?

After all, these are spirit stones and formations that only immortals would use.

The shopkeeper asked: "Young master, are you sure you want to exchange this fairy's desk lamp for a hundred catties of rice?"

Lu Yancai waved his hands grandly, and the young master Fan came up, and said casually: "It's just a small thing, there are plenty at home."

The shopkeeper immediately stood in awe.

This is the young master of which aristocratic family who does not eat fireworks in the world, came down to become a boy who spread wealth!

What Lu Yan does have is that the table lamp has been improved step by step by him, and the cost has been restrained to the minimum. He only said that the one that was taken out should not be called a spirit stone, but should be called a spirit bead. A low-grade spirit stone can Polished into ten identical pearls, the same pearl size, and even the same aura content.

Not surprisingly, the table lamp can last for about a month even if it is turned on at all hours of the day.

Low-grade spirit stones are not worth much at all, and formations are the most basic formations. For Lu Yan, who is rich and powerful and can deconstruct formations at a glance, it is really no different from giving them for nothing.

Fuyi watched the little junior pretending to be aggressive, and quietly gave a thumbs up.

If she had the eloquence of a junior brother, she wouldn't be so poor now!

Shen Mengji finally connected to the Internet: "Ah, Qian..."

The shopkeeper waved his big hand: "What money is money? It's a cliché to talk about money. It's an honor for the young master to value my family's food. In this way, I can't let you suffer, young master. There are still three hundred in the store warehouse. Jin fine seeds, I will pack them together for you, and I will pack some wheat and sorghum seeds for you, if you think it is good, look for our signboard, will you come again next time?"

The interrupted Shen Mengji opened his mouth: "..."

Lu Yan made a decision: "Okay! Sis, pack the food!"

In the end, the shopkeeper watched as Fuyi easily carried nearly [-] catties of grain by himself. Wherever he passed, passers-by praised him and shouted "Look at that strong man!"

The sky was completely dark, and the people in the market gradually became less and less. After all, on New Year's Eve, everyone had to go back and get together for a big dinner.

Lu Yan and his team found a dark alley and put five hundred catties of grain into the storage space.

After solving the problem of good seeds, Lu Yan took out another desk lamp: "Come on, senior sister, Second Machine, I invite you to the biggest restaurant for a big dinner!"

The next moment, Fuyi Chaomu sword was out of its sheath, and the icy sword intent shone under the moonlight. She hugged Lu Yan and threw the little junior into Shen Mengji's arms. Chaomu sword collided with something and made a piercing sound The sound, brushing clothes and sword moves changed, and the red clothes automatically said without wind: "Where is the evildoer!"