Chen Yang discovered when he was shopping before that wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Yin Mo Sect, in the eyes of the casual cultivators, was the same as being taken advantage of.
After changing his attire, Chen Yang mingled with the casual cultivators of either foreign races or human races. Apart from the fact that he looked too young with red lips and white teeth, he was no longer as eye-catching as before.
He wandered leisurely through the bookshelves, scanning the names marked on the spines of the books. If he was interested, he would pick it up and turn two pages. If he was not interested, he would put it down.
These books are not just simple printed products like the previous hundred ways to use elixirs.
In that case, this bookstore wouldn't be able to open. There will always be people who are knowledgeable or talented, who will come over and read it all and write it down. A piece of spiritual stone will not be wasted.
In each book, only the first two pages can be read, and the back pages are all sealed with spells.
The blocking spell is not difficult to break. As long as the spiritual power is released, the movement will be loud. The old fox owner of the stall is not deaf, and he is guaranteed to appear in front of him in a flash.
So the method is simple and effective.
Chen Yang enjoyed his visit. Most of the books in it were meaningless. Occasionally, some travel notes left by loose cultivators really interested him.
It's just that he hasn't found a good one yet, so he's not in a hurry to buy it.
The old fox kept going through a big bag that looked like woven tails, and took out the bookshelves one by one.
The bookshelf is full of books. As soon as you take it out and put it out, a will-o'-the-wisp lantern will naturally fly over. They work together to hold the bookshelf to the ground and place it, and then they will be responsible for the lighting on the side.
When the monk fell in love with a book, he didn't have to do it himself. He only had to raise his hand and a will-o'-the-wisp lantern would come forward to take down the book and open the first two pages.
Chen Yang was amazed when he saw it.
This will-o'-the-wisp lantern is not too easy to use. It can be used from a coolie to a book boy to a lighting lamp.
He had never seen this spell in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. Maybe it was a spell unique to the old fox clan.
Chen Yang took a deep look at the aura and estimated that it was the level between the two small realms of Tongyou and Netherworld.
It is a level that is stronger than ordinary handyman disciples of the outer sect, but weaker than most of the inner sect disciples.
When Chen Yang looked at him, his focus was not on his cultivation, but on his ethnic group.
"Behind him, there should be a large group of foxes."
"My cultivation level is not high, but I have many connections."
"Looking at his gloomy face, maybe this small bookstore will have to feed an entire tribe of foxes, big and small."
Chen Yang burst into laughter, feeling that his idea was very interesting.
For a moment, when he looked at this old fox, he felt like he was on earth, watching people in their fifties and sixties working hard to support their family.
Chen Yang glanced at the newly created bookshelf again, scanning the rows of book spines, and confirmed his guess again.
On it, there are actually scriptures that can be used for serious scientific examinations, as well as storybooks written by scholars, and stories about exploring hidden places and sightseeing places...
It's equivalent to Chen Yang actually seeing The Analects of Confucius, The Peony Pavilion, and The Peach Blossom Spring in a bookstore in Xiuxianfang City.
That's the nature.
Chen Yang thought with his toes and guessed that he was a member of this old fox's tribe. From time to time, he would transform into a beautiful woman or something and tangle with the hard-working scholar.
All the scholar's books were moved away.
Chen Yang's eyes flickered, and then he looked at the rows of bookshelves in front of him, and couldn't help but think:
"With all these books, wouldn't they all come from this way?"
"A moment of silence for those poor scholars."
Chen Yang didn't finish a single thought, and suddenly there was a throbbing in his heart.
"Um?"
Chen Yang stood frozen on the spot. In the sea of consciousness, the broken samsara disk of the heavens appeared without warning, and then slowly turned around, leaking a breath...