Early morning. It was hazy with mist. Qinglin Market is located on a green mountain peak, and the mountain is surrounded by a kind of green giant trees. The mountain peak was shrouded in thick fog, and it was a little unclear. At the foot of the mountain, there were rows of sheds, most of which were built with local materials and thick giant wood. They looked very narrow and closed. There was no ditch at the door, and sewage was flowing freely. "Is this Qinglin Market? It's really better to hear about it than to see it in person..." Fang Xing was wearing a green robe, with a bun on his head and a basket on his back. His face had been disguised. He was a young man with honest features, and he looked not much different from the locals. At this time, he sighed and secretly controlled a simulated yellow bird in the sky to fall and get into the basket. He took great pains for today's exploration. He planned many escape routes alone, and wore a primary nano protective suit inside his robe, with an electric baton on his waist, which was fully armed. Not only that, there were simulated bird-shaped drones on the way here, constantly monitoring the surroundings, which allowed him to avoid several groups of guys who looked difficult to deal with.
"Is this a Xiuxian market or a slum?" After entering the shantytown, the first thing that came to his face was an unpleasant odor, which made Fang Xing couldn't help but fan the air in front of his nose. The road was muddy and overgrown with weeds, and occasionally a piece of white bone was exposed... It looked like a human thigh bone. "Oh my..." Fang Xing looked at the corner in front of him, and it seemed that a fresh corpse was lying there. No one knew who killed it, and its body had been stripped clean. Several pedestrians on the road looked hurried, and occasionally you could see eyes peeping through the gaps between the wooden boards and behind the windows. Everyone seemed to be accustomed to the corpse. 'Chaos, disorder... Death is possible at any time? ' 'To survive in such an environment, the mental pressure must be very high! ' Fang Xing secretly complained, and then his eyes condensed. A tall, thin middle-aged man came forward, wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a cold and gloomy look. More importantly, the gray Taoist robe on the other person seemed to have a little spiritual light flashing while walking! "Rong? Monk?" Fang Xing's heart moved, and he quickly imitated several nearby warriors, standing aside and making way for the main road in the middle. Some warriors even bowed deeply, with a humble and flattering smile on their faces. Everything was so natural, as if it was a convention. 'Etiquette is respectful and inferior, the strong prey on the weak...' 'If I don't give way and salute, will I be killed? Will I die in vain? '
With a heavy heart, Fang Xing walked out of the shantytown and went all the way up. The mountain path was paved with bluestone slabs, some of which were already covered with moss, which was a different kind of scenery. After reaching the halfway point of the mountain, large buildings could be vaguely seen, which looked much neater, and the ground was paved with stone slabs, which was relatively clean. Several warriors were sweeping the ground not far away, and some were carrying wooden barrels, like servants. After walking a few dozen meters, Fang Xing saw an archway with the four characters "Qinglin Market" written on it. After entering the market, the flow of people obviously increased. There were all kinds of vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the road, and the goods were also strange. Exotic flowers and plants, fruits and vegetables covered with morning dew, beast skins and bones, white rice... Of course, there were also all kinds of strange weapons, strange talismans, and bottles and jars... Many people were in front of the stalls, either concentrating on watching or bargaining. Fang Xing watched coldly and generally confirmed that most of the transactions here were barter. In addition, the most used thing was a thing called "spiritual sand", which was the rice crystal in his hand. In addition to the stalls, there were many shops in the market. Qingdanfang, Baibao Pavilion, Huolianfang, Xiaofutang, Tingyu Tower... Some of the shops sell what you can tell from their names, but others require guessing. Fang Xing paused slightly in front of Tingyu Tower, and there seemed to be a lewd sound in his ears, and he immediately knew what place it was. "Hey, young man, come and play? Only one Lingshi per time!" Perhaps he stayed for too long, and a young lady with half her breasts exposed waved to him, her eyes were almost silky, and she was so soft and charming. 'Lingshi? It seems to be the upper currency of Lingsha? ' Fang Xing's heart moved, but his face pretended to be slightly red, and he left shyly, causing a silver bell-like teasing behind him. Half an hour later. "How much is this 'Zhulong Grass'?" After a round of walking, Fang Xing stopped in front of a stall and pointed at a red jade-like herb with thick leaves on the stall. The stall owner was an old man who looked like a farmer. He was smoking a dry pipe with a brass mouth, and wisps of green smoke came out of the pipe. Hearing Fang Xing's question, the old man was not in a hurry. He took another puff and then knocked the pipe against the bluestone slab beside him. There was a dent on the bluestone slab. I don't know how long the old man had been knocking it habitually. "Two Lingsha for one Zhulong grass... but if you want to sell it to me, it will only be one Lingsha for one plant." The old man spoke slowly. "How do you know?" Fang Xing's heart moved, and his face was a little flustered, like a young man who had not experienced much in the world.
"Hehe..." The old man smiled proudly: "I can smell the medicine in your basket from a distance of ten feet. Is it Zhulong grass? If you want to sell it at a high price, ask around first..." "You really have a sharp eye." Fang Xing smiled honestly. He made a lot of preparations for this trip to the market, and the main supplies were ‘Zhulong grass’! After all, there were a lot of this kind of herb in the territory of the wild boar monster. And using drones to pick it was not very risky. This time Fang Xing carried 20 fresh Zhulong grasses and prepared to take a look at the market. “To tell you the truth, Zhulong grass is only useful to those Qigong cultivators... We warriors just earn hard-earned money, but the purchase price in the market has been raised recently, otherwise, you can only exchange two or three for one spiritual sand in normal times!” The old man didn’t have much business, so he was leisurely and chatted with Fang Xing casually: “Young man... I won’t lie to you, your Zhulong grass is the same price even if you take it to the store, but I can give you a discount, ten plants can give you eleven spiritual sands...” “How can I have so many? I worked hard to get these plants.” Fang Xing shook his head, and a hesitant look appeared on his face: “Let me see...” He didn’t say much, turned around and mixed into the crowd. "The bottom line of people in this world is too low, I really don't trust them..." "Comparatively speaking, at least the reputation of the store will be higher than that of an individual..." "My little profit should not be worth the store turning against me and damaging my own brand... but it may not be the case for an individual." After comprehensive consideration, even if the purchase price is lower, Fang Xing is ready to go to the store to trade. "Selling talismans, freshly drawn talismans... Wind-controlling talismans, fire-rain talismans, golden bell talismans, spirit-testing talismans... everyone come and have a look." At this time, Fang Xing was attracted by a burst of shouting and came to a stall, his expression was stern. The stall owner looked middle-aged, wearing a robe with a stern aura on it. He was actually a monk! "The Wind Control Talisman, stick it on your legs, it will make your feet feel like the wind, it is a must-have for traveling... It is sold at a low price, only one spiritual sand for one..." "The Fire Rain Talisman, a first-level low-grade attack talisman, five spiritual sands..." "The Spirit Testing Talisman, can detect spiritual roots. As we all know, mortals cannot cultivate without spiritual roots. You may have made mistakes when you were young. Today is your second chance. You can change your fate in one fell swoop... Only eight spiritual sands!" Fang Xing was moved when he heard this, and looked at the last "Golden Bell Cover Talisman". This talisman was placed in the middle of the stall, and it was obviously a high-end product. "The first-level middle-grade - Golden Bell Cover Talisman, is enough to withstand several attacks from a mid-stage Qi training cultivator, but it is the best of the best. It is only sold for three spiritual stones, and I am losing money..." Fang Xing has been shopping for so long, and he already knows that ten spiritual sands can be exchanged for one low-grade spiritual stone. He immediately thought that the stall owner's words were quite interesting. He squeezed out of the crowd, compared several shops, and finally walked into the 'Qingdanfang'! The reason for choosing this place is that it seems to be a medicine shop, and there must be a demand for herbs.
The second is that the green leaf mark on the plaque is exactly the same as the mark on the bottom of the Qixuedan bottle, which gave Fang Xing a good impression. "Sir, what kind of medicine do you need?" As soon as he entered the shop, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth came to greet him. Even though she saw that Fang Xing was just an ordinary young warrior, there was no trace of disgust on her face. 'Although it is an ordinary service level on the Eagle Star, it is too rare in Qinglinfang City...' Fang Xing sighed in his heart, and then answered: "I want to sell medicine... Do you accept Zhulong grass?" "Of course I accept it, one Lingsha for one plant, I wonder how many customers there are?" The girl was startled, and then answered. "That's all..." Fang Xing took off the basket on his back and took out twenty Zhulong grass. "Well, freshly picked, although the technique is a bit unfamiliar, the medicinal properties are generally intact... A total of 20 spiritual sands, what do you think?" The girl checked them one by one and gave a price. "Yes!" Fang Xing was very frugal with words, and soon saw the girl put away the Zhulong grass and took out two crystal stones. "Low-grade spiritual stone?" His eyes lit up, and he took the spiritual stone and put it in his palm. This low-grade spiritual stone was only the size of a fingernail, crystal clear, and the mist inside was even thicker, and it felt cool when held in the palm of the hand. "I wonder if the customer has any other needs?" The girl seemed to want to make another deal. "Qi Xue Dan..." Fang Xing thought about it and asked tentatively: "I wonder how much it costs?" "Qi Xue Dan is for mortal warriors, very cheap, only one spiritual stone per bottle." The girl chuckled and answered, although her tone was still the same as usual, but naturally with a sense of superiority. "Give me a bottle!" Fang Xing handed over the spirit stone he had just received and had not yet warmed up, and bought a jade bottle exactly the same as the one seized by the female warrior. After leaving Qingdanfang, he looked at the stalls, and thoughtfully entered another building, which was the 'Xiao Fu Tang'.