Shen Xisheng looked at these two innocent children and showed the happy smile unique to his old father.

"It's getting late, go to bed early, and let the teacher take you around here in the next few days."

"Okay!"

......

In the next three days, Shen Xisheng took the two little girls and started wandering around Lidong City, tentatively exploring the situation here.

During this period, he bought some disguise items and prepared to go there in disguise when the monk market opened.

In the room.

"Wow, I can't tell you are a teacher at all."

Yin Xianli's eyes widened and he looked in disbelief at the disguised Shen Xisheng in front of him.

Shen Xisheng has now transformed into an old man. The changing facial features and wrinkles on his face show no connection with him before.

The long white beard clings to the lower half of the face, the same pale long hair is draped behind the back, and he wears a black cloak, giving people a sense of calmness and self-power.

"Anyone who sees the teacher now will never think of what the teacher looked like before."

Chen Xiaoxiao nodded to himself and commented seriously.

Shen Xisheng looked at himself in the mirror and was very satisfied with his current disguise. After finishing the disguise, he bent down and put his face in front of the girls, and warned in an old and hoarse voice:

"Hey, I'm about to go out. The two kids should stay in the room and don't act without permission."

Seeing how quickly Shen Xisheng entered the scene, Yin Xianli and Chen Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing, and then agreed.

So Shen Xisheng just left the room and set off for the place where the monks' market was opened.

After traveling around in the past few days, Shen Xisheng discovered that the gathering place of monks in Lidong City covers almost two-thirds of the entire city.

The people in the other half of the mortal world are struggling to survive for that little living space, which is in sharp contrast to the monks who stay here very leisurely and contentedly.

After all, the formations in this city to resist the severe cold were all set up by monks. Mortals are already grateful to be able to avoid the suffering of wind and snow. How can they dare to ask for more?

With its vast territory, the monk market naturally opened three locations according to the upper, middle and lower grades.

What Shen Xisheng came to now was the middle-level monk market. It was a wide square where the stalls of cultivators were densely packed, barely squeezing out a small path for people to come and go.

Many cultivators are picking and choosing in front of various stalls, negotiating prices with sellers, or bidding with other people who are also interested in a certain item. It is no different from a secular market.

Because the Monks Market was opened in the evening, it was already dark, but the square was brightly lit.

Different from the light of candles and oil lamps, there are many fist-sized white stones placed all over the square, emitting bright light.

Even though it is night, there are far more people gathered here than during the day. The number of stalls is even increasing, and people entering the square are constantly coming.

Shen Xisheng was strolling in the square, taking a look at the other monks around him.

The strength of these monks in the middle-level market is indeed uneven, ranging from the fourth level to the ninth level of Qi Refining, but there are more who are on the lower side.

Although there are monks above the sixth level of Qi Refining, they are very few. I don’t know if they are really rare or if they all hide their strength.

Shen Xisheng certainly thinks it's the latter. After all, he has hidden his realm to the fourth level of Qi Refining and is stuck at the bottom of the middle-level monks. He doesn't think he is the only one who is so cautious.

As expected, he used the ability of "seeing the smallest details" to gain insight into the crowd again and couldn't help but call him "Lao Liu" in his heart.

Many monks who seemed to be only at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining were actually at a level above the seventh level of Qi Refining. He even saw an old Yinbi who was at the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

It is convenient to have the ability to "see the subtle things". You can know who you can't afford to offend and just stay away to avoid getting involved in unnecessary trouble.

It is obviously unrealistic to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Everyone is pretending, and there are too few real pigs.

What's more, Shen Xisheng's current real level is only at the seventh level of Qi refining, which is not even top-notch in the middle level. It would be good if he can protect himself without using secret techniques.

Shen Xisheng withdrew his gaze from the dense crowd and turned to look for his favorite treasure.

"This flying sword is a low-grade magic weapon. Due to some wear and tear, the Taoist friend who wants it can take it away with only twenty spiritual stones, or exchange it for treasures of equal value."

Seeing the stall owner enthusiastically selling his magic weapon, Shen Xisheng, who stood behind everyone, sighed silently.

Misstep!

Shen Xisheng had far underestimated the prices in the market. He originally thought that his more than twenty spiritual stones could be exchanged for many treasures, but the fact is that nothing related to monks is cheap.< /p>

The flying sword promoted by this stall owner is already the cheapest magic weapon he has seen so far. Even so, it requires twenty spiritual stones, and the flying sword is still a worn out and defective product.

Although the price of other consumables such as talisman paper is not that exaggerated, for Shen Xisheng, the price/performance ratio is still a bit low.

You can't afford what you can afford, and you can't afford what you can afford. It's so sad.

After seeing a monk asking to shoot the flying sword, Shen Xisheng shook his head and left the stall, and began to look around elsewhere.

After walking around for a while, he finally stopped near a stall owner who looked slightly slovenly.

This stall owner has a young face, but his hair and beard are messy. At this moment, he is enthusiastically selling to a monk in front of him:

"Fellow Taoist, why don't you think about it again? Although the effect of my talisman gourd is not as good as those of those talismans, it is better than repeated use.

I have been tinkering for a long time to get these two, each worth fifteen spiritual stones, I will definitely not let you suffer!"

A monk who was being promoted frowned and said impatiently:

"What you said is so fancy, but this thing is too useless. It is useless against high-level monks, and it is useless against low-level monks.

You still want to sell fifteen spiritual stones each, are you trying to deceive me because I don’t know what I’m selling? You’d better use it to deceive other novices who are just starting out.”

After that, the monk left the place without looking back, leaving the stall owner alone looking at a silver gourd the size of a palm in his hand with slight annoyance.

It can be used repeatedly and can achieve effects similar to talismans. Fifteen spiritual stones?

After hearing a few keywords, Shen Xisheng's eyes lit up. He quickly walked to the stall owner's stall and asked in a hoarse voice:
Chapter completed!