Chen Yang strolled in the small alley where the bookstore was.
He was walking in a leisurely manner, just like the casual monks around him who were talking and leaving after watching the excitement.
This leisurely and soothing feeling lasted until the moment Chen Yang left the alley.
At that moment, he looked back and saw the old fox commanding a group of foxes, gathering bookshelves, sheds and other things as quickly as possible, obviously preparing to pack up and leave this place of right and wrong.
"Although I don't know what the opportunity is yet, but..."
Chen Yang smiled slightly: "Thank you very much."
After muttering to himself, Chen Yang quickened his steps and was out of the alley in the blink of an eye.
The moment he left the alley, the robe he was wearing flew up, passed through, and turned into the standard robe of the Yin Mo Sect's outer disciples again.
At the same time, Chen Yang quickened his steps and headed towards the exit of Fangshi.
This time, he immediately appeared to be different, attracting the casual cultivators in the city to pay attention.
Some even had ulterior motives and followed them quietly.
Almost at the same time, Old Canghu, who was packing his things quickly in the library, suddenly froze.
His heart suddenly became empty, as if something very important had suddenly disappeared.
Old Canghu murmured to himself: "Isn't it just a thousand gold pieces? The old man can't afford the loss."
"The worst thing is, let the children find a few more poor scholars and bring back more shabby books."
"Let's reprocess it and change it to another market, and we'll still be cheating and abducting."
"But......"
Old Canghu touched his heart and wondered: "Why is my heart so empty?"
Although he is an extremely skilled old fox, he is not from a major sect after all. He is just an idle demon cultivator. Otherwise, the old fox would definitely be on guard at this moment, knowing that this was a whim and an opportunity was leaving him.
The words are divided into two parts.
Chen Yang walked out of Fangshi quickly.
It's not that he didn't notice the suffix "loose cultivator", he just didn't take it to heart.
This is Teng Shefang, the sphere of influence of the Yin Demon Sect.
But within the scope of the Fangshi Formation of Teng Shefang, not to mention some small casual cultivators who have entered the realm of the underworld, but also some senior monks, what can they do to him?
Thinking of some of the things recorded in the casual cultivator's survival manual that he had just browsed at some stalls, Chen Yang was quite grateful.
For example, it is written in the booklet that if casual cultivators can make a profit by selling in the market, if the profit is great, they need to be cautious, including but not limited to changing clothes, disguising themselves, collecting interest, misleading, taking advantage of others and other means.
At this time, Chen Yang came out immediately with the advantage of the large sect.
He didn't need to go to all that trouble. He just had to step out of the market, then casually pick up the bone flute and play it hard.
"Beep!!!"
As soon as the shrill bone flute sounded, the casual cultivators who had gathered behind Chen Yang dispersed cursing one by one.
They have been in Teng Shefang for a long time, and they have seen many disciples of the Yin Mo Sect. They know what the sound of the flute represents.
As soon as these casual cultivators turned around, a Yin Crane flapped its wings and descended from the sky, looking at Chen Yang with a stern look.