"Thank you very much, young master!"

Su Huan bowed and was grateful in her heart. Seeing that it was getting late, Jiao Fei thought to himself, "Don't go back too late and let the master scold you." Taoist Lan Li had not really asked Jiao Fei to become his disciple, so the young man had high expectations for himself. He did not slack off because of this, but was always vigilant and self-reflective. He was afraid that if he made a mistake, he would lose this rare opportunity.

Jiao Fei did not know how many stories he had seen in the notes of his ancestors. Some people suddenly got a great opportunity and became disciples of immortals, but they were either greedy for personal gain or brave and aggressive. They were unable to stop their mortal desires and ultimately did not get good results, wasting their practice. Although Su Huan looked cute and lovely, and her behavior was lively, Jiao Fei had a good impression of her, but he would never miss her. He hurriedly said goodbye to Su Huan and went to the West Square first.

At that time, the Li Tang Dynasty worshipped Buddhism and Taoism. There were quite a few shops in the West Square selling cassocks, Taoist robes, alms bowls, wooden fish, whisks and other items. The world was peaceful at that time, and prices were extremely low. Not to mention that Taoist Lanli also gave him a small bag of gold. Even if he got the five yin bags of the iron-backed wolf monster Wang Daoyuan, there were more than ten times the gold and silver given by Taoist Lanli. Even if he bought all the shops selling such goods in the West Square, it would be more than enough. Although Jiao Fei was young, these shops had robes tailored for the little Taoist children and little monks in the temples in various Taoist temples in Chang'an City, so there was no need to make them custom-made.

Jiao Fei randomly found a very grand shop and bought two Taoist robes that fit him. He remembered the silver whisk used by the old Taoist priest when he was fighting on the reed mat just now, and suddenly he had an idea and asked the shopkeeper, "Do you have any good whisks here?" Jiao Fei didn't want to buy any rare magic weapon, but he was just childish. After all, this shop was opened by an ordinary person and it was unlikely to have magic weapons for sale. Seeing Jiao Fei's generosity, the shopkeeper was very enthusiastic. He immediately moved more than ten boxes of yellow sandalwood, opened them one by one in front of Jiao Fei, and said with a smirk: "Sir, are you going to give it to your beloved Taoist boy? Here are a few whisks, all of which are the best."

The shopkeeper pointed to a black whisk and said ostentatiously: "The handle of this whisk is made of thousand-year-old purple peach wood, and the silver threads are the mane of the silver lion tributed from the Western Regions. There are only more than ten of them in the whole Chang'an City. If your beloved Taoist boy holds this whisk, it will be extremely honorable."

Although Jiao Fei's clothes were simple, they were covered with gold and silver, so the shopkeeper thought he was a rich boy. But he was born in a small family after all, and his family was only well-fed. How could he know that raising male lovers was popular in Chang'an?

Jiao Fei didn't know the truth. Hearing the shopkeeper's flattery, coupled with his youthful mentality and extra money in his hands, he opened his mouth and said he wanted to buy it.

The shopkeeper was even happier. He quickly wrapped up the whisk made of unknown wood and animal bristles and handed it to Jiao Fei. He thought to himself, "I don't know where this nouveau riche came from. Not only are his clothes much worse than those of us in Chang'an, but his vision and knowledge are also very inferior. I have never heard of any store in Chang'an that has the thousand-year-old purple peach wood and the bristles of the silver lion. This little idiot actually believed it."

However, although the shopkeeper despised him in his heart, his smile became more and more brilliant. When he saw Jiao Fei was about to leave, he thought to himself, "If I don't catch him and buy more things, how can I meet him next time? Why not sell the thing to him? Otherwise, if I leave it in the store, I won't find a buyer. People will laugh at me for making a mistake and accepting such a waste."

Jiao Fei stood up and was about to leave. He heard the shopkeeper behind him calling him to stay. He couldn't help but think: "I bought something, but he was so happy, as if he wanted to sell the whole shop to me. Did I buy something wrong? It's easy to cheat if someone finds out?" Jiao Fei was smart since he was a child, but he was born in a small town after all. How could he know the various methods of unscrupulous merchants? In addition, he had never had so much gold and silver on hand, and he got it suddenly, so he didn't think he should cherish it. However, the shopkeeper's attitude was too enthusiastic, which made Jiao Fei suddenly annoyed. He thought: "I must be careful this time, don't let others cheat me, and count money for others. But I only bought two Taoist robes and a whisk. Even if it is a little expensive, I won't suffer any loss. No matter what the shopkeeper wants me to buy, I will definitely not buy it."

The shopkeeper saw Jiao Fei's hesitation and hurriedly greeted him enthusiastically: "I see that you are so fond of Taoism, you must be interested in Taoist magic tools. It just so happens that our shop received a magic tool a few days ago. It was a Western Hu monk who participated in the Water and Land Conference. Because he lacked money, he temporarily mortgaged it with me. I would like to ask you to evaluate it."

Jiao Fei had just witnessed the Water and Land Conference, the reed mat fight, and fought Wang Daoyuan's iron-backed wolf monster side by side with Su Huan. He was indeed very interested in magic tools. He thought to himself: "It must be okay to take a look, and it won't take long."

The shopkeeper was overjoyed to see Jiao Fei stop, and immediately asked the waiter to bring out a long sword with a sheath from behind. The sword was of a strange style, and was larger than the sabers used in the army of this dynasty, and the long swords used by the wandering knights of the rivers and lakes could not be compared with it. Jiao Fei was interested when he saw it, and he picked it up and said, "Hey, this long sword is extremely heavy.

He gently pulled out the long sword of the Western Region style, and saw nine Sanskrit characters on the sword spine, shining with golden light, covering the sharpness of the long sword itself. Jiao Fei was slightly stunned, and thought to himself: "This doesn't look like a magic weapon! It seems to be just an ordinary and excellent weapon. Someone used some magic power to write these nine Sanskrit characters. Although it looks dazzling, it has no real power."

Although Jiao Fei's vision is not enough, he can see that this long sword has no spiritual light, and it is not even the lowest-level magic weapon, but only a talisman weapon.

Taoist Lanli had taught him that the real magic weapon used by the cultivators of the Taoism could not be successfully refined unless they were lucky enough to obtain some natural treasures, and they had to work hard for hundreds or even thousands of years. Even if a large sect of cultivators had seven or eight of them, it was already considered a rich collection of treasures, and it was only after several generations of efforts that they could achieve such a magnificent state.

The magic weapons used by ordinary cultivators could only be considered as magic tools at most, but that also required decades of hard work, refining the materials, and practicing hard day and night before they could be used to fight against others.

The lower level was the ordinary Taoist monks who drew a few talismans on ordinary things, which barely had some functions and could only be called talisman tools.