On the other side of the river from the mortal area, there is a free trading market along the river. Hu Qing has seen people here bring things brought back by their monks to sell there, and he also knows that the monks hanging out by the river are actually from the bottom.
Those who are down and out, otherwise their old robes will fade. Many people are depressed and can only find a sense of superiority in front of mortals.
However, no matter how miserable a monk is, he is still better than a mortal.
It was just a low-grade spiritual stone, so Hu Qing could only go there, and Shui Xin followed.
Fortunately, no matter how stingy the monk was, he didn't want to lower his status and bargain with mortals. Hu Qing found an empty space and put the basket away. After a while, someone stopped to look through it, and a low-grade spiritual stone was sold.
Touching the spiritual stone, Hu Qing's joy blossomed. Finally, she earned her first spiritual stone by her own ability. Well, she didn't steal it, she just planted grass in Nonghua Pavilion.
There was also a small incense burner, and Hu Qing was a little worried that someone would find out.
Shui Xin: "It's just an ordinary incense burner, not a magical weapon. There should be female cultivators interested in it."
Hu Qing: "Do you think the people who come here will have spare money to buy useless things?"
Shui Xin: "How do I know? I've never sold anything."
Hu Qing:...The evil rich kid.
This area was full of people selling grass and flowers. Hu Qing moved to another place, and the small stalls looked like they had just been unearthed. Hearing the stall owner next to him shout enthusiastically, they were either from the secret realm or found in the Da Neng Cave.
It is a divine creature that has opened up the world.
The more fake it is, the better it is.
Among the dazzling stalls, a lonely and pitiful little incense burner was placed lightly.
No one looked at it for a long time.
Hu Qing sighed. Shopping is fun only when you have to choose. As long as she puts out more things, people can take a look.
The stall owner next to him couldn't stand it. This person simply lowered the overall image of their stall.
Ask her: "Hey, how do you sell this?"
Yo, is this for acquisition?
Hu Qing hesitated and made a three sign.
The stall owner glared: "This thing costs three spiritual stones? Why don't you go and grab it?"
Hu Qing: Isn’t it impossible to grab it?
"Give me a piece of spiritual stone, and I can sell it to you. You can go home and take care of your children."
Hu Qing ignored him.
The stall owner glared at her. A customer happened to be coming over and he went to greet her.
Hu Qing sat there silently, as quiet as the air.
Shui Xin couldn't help but said, "You yell too."
Hu Qing: "I am a mortal, no one will believe me no matter what I say."
Shui Xin pointed at the stall owner who said that the broken tiles in his hand were inherited from ancient times: "Others believe what he said? You have to attract people to come."
Hu Qing covered her mouth: "Show your face and I can auction it for a sky-high price."
"That's true." Shui Xin smiled proudly: "In the future, when I get better, we can sell goods together."
Hu Qing: "It's about killing people and getting goods."
The stall owner nearby completed a transaction and turned around to see Hu Qing and the lonely small incense burner in front of her. She was very sad.
"Hey, I bought it."
Bang bang bang, three low-grade spiritual stones were thrown over.
Hu Qing was stunned, picked up the spiritual stone, and handed over the small incense burner with both hands.
The stall owner snorted and threw it directly onto his stall, opening his mouth and saying, "Come and see, come and see, this is the incense burner used by the famous Plum Blossom Fairy."
Hu Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and left silently.
Shui Xin looked at the vendor and said, "He can sell ten spiritual stones."
Hu Qing looked at him strangely: "Do you think I'm grateful to him? I've also been a businessman, and businessmen are most taboo about being unprofitable. Before he talked to me, he secretly looked at the incense burner several times, and he clearly took a fancy to me.
When he made the sign of three, his eyes were very proud."
Shui Xin: "Did you see it?" Suddenly: "No wonder you don't sell it, you know the stall owner will buy it."
Hu Qing: "I still have life experience. I have no business and I am in a hurry to sell it."
Shui Xin: "You're not greedy."
Hu Qing shrugged: "I can't afford to be greedy, he is a monk."
If you can buy hers normally, that's good. But if you switch to someone with evil intentions, can you resist if you directly rob her? Can you resist?
Shui Xin was thoughtful.
Now that he had a huge sum of money including four low-grade spiritual stones, Hu Qing relaxed a little and even had the mood to suggest a walk around Nonghua Pavilion.
"There are dead people, go and listen to the gossip."
Shui Xin followed her funny, but unfortunately, there was no news in Nonghua Pavilion.
Shui Xin: "This kind of thing happens all the time. Places like Nonghua Pavilion not only accept customers, but also sell people. No one cares whether the people they sell live or die. In the situation last night, the woman should have been bought, and the customer
People who go astray in their cultivation and die from demonic explosions are actually common among monks, no one would be surprised, they are just cleaning up the place."
One additional sentence: "Anyway, whatever a person leaves behind when they die automatically belongs to them, and they don't lose anything."
This sentence made Hu Qing feel sad: "You should have taken that man's storage ring with you last night before leaving."
Shui Xin said to her: "The monk's explosion is not a joke. It's not because I ran fast. Now we both followed him and died together."
Hu Qing: "So scary?"
Shui Xin: "Otherwise I would run so fast."
Hu Qing: "Aren't you afraid that the guards from Nonghua Pavilion will come to block you? The woman from Lu Ningxiang will come to arrest you?"
"Ahem, that's also the reason."
Hu Qing crossed the river and took him to the blacksmith shop.
Shui Xin looked at Hu Qing who was walking in front and wondered why she didn't ask a word about how he killed the man.
Of course, the blacksmith shop in the world of cultivation is not like the blacksmith shop in the mortal world. The walls of the blacksmith shop here are covered with weapons such as swords, pots, shovels, and hoes. They are small commodities made from leftover materials.
, stacked in the corner, naturally it won’t be expensive.
Hu Qing passed by before and was greedy for the things inside. Among other things, she really wanted to buy a small dagger for self-defense, but unfortunately, she couldn't afford it. Because the owner of this shop is a monk, and the iron he makes contains spiritual energy.
, the reason why it is opened in the mortal area is that the cultivation level will not be high, but the price is not something that their mortals can afford.
The boss has an apprentice, a very big young man, who looks honest and clumsy. He has been gossiped about a lot. It is said that this apprentice was chosen by the boss.
To build a simple barbecue grill, Hu Qing was too embarrassed to find the boss, so he asked his apprentice.
The little apprentice was not familiar with other things but was familiar with making things. He made the things that the boss didn't like to make for ordinary people. Hu Qing told him the size and appearance in detail. The little apprentice immediately said that he could make things and that they would be produced immediately.
This is too fast.
Through the thick curtain that did not block the view, Hu Qing saw him clamping a piece of iron with long iron pliers and putting it into the fire. After a while, he took out the iron, which was already red, and put it on the iron pier to forge it.
Just unfold it flat.
"This is too fast." She exclaimed.
Shui Xin looked at it with disgust: "It's just ordinary iron, and this fire is also of poor quality. If it were my weapon-smelting furnace, ordinary iron would instantly turn into molten iron when thrown in."
Hu Qing turned to look at him: "Is it so exaggerated?"
Shui Xin: "The quality is different. If it is fine iron used by monks, the fire will take half a day."
