After exiting the alley, Feng Jueyu's face was as sinking as water, and he watched Master He turn the corner and disappear for a full hour, and then he found an inn in Fangshi and settled down.
With nowhere to go, he could only choose a place like an inn to stay temporarily and make plans.
The inn in Shaojiafang City is not in the center of the city, but in a very far place. Outside of Fang City, there is a big mountain in the south called Yunwu Mountain. It is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round. Sheer cliffs can be seen everywhere, and there are many peaks.
Dozens of them, each as thick as a giant pillar, penetrate directly into the cloud peak.
Although the terrain of Yunwu Mountain is dangerous, Shaojiazhuang took advantage of it and dug out caves in all directions of dozens of peaks. These caves are the guest rooms of the inn, which is unique.
After paying a few pieces of chalcedony as accommodation fee, Feng Jueyu settled down there. There are several six-story towers among the dozens of peaks, which are places for drinking and chatting, and the food inside is also
It's just some seafood, but it's much better than the so-called white flame grade elixir.
After traveling around the world for many years, Feng Jueyu has long realized that the way the Dragon King used to work has long been outdated. In fact, it cannot be said to be outdated, but because the Dragon King did not have a real unified plan at the time. His so-called determination of the elixir
The grade and the grade of the skill are actually his subjective thoughts and cannot represent the grand plan. In the past, in the periphery and even the edge of the continent, everyone listened to the Dragon King and worshiped him as a god. However, in the inner and core areas, they refused to
More and more people are obeying the Dragon King.
Especially after the Dragon King disappeared from the Great World, hundreds of tribes broke away from the Dragon King's rule and each took their own side. The Dragon King's previous tricks were brought out again.
For example, elixirs do not have clear grades. However, the uses and values of elixirs stated on the elixir manuals and scrolls handed down from the Tianyuan era are simple and clear.
For example, several types of elixirs that Feng Jueyu saw on the market were clearly marked for which type of people they were suitable for when they were sold, and each type of elixir was divided into four grades: low, medium, high, and top.
There are mostly low-grade and medium-grade elixirs, and they are easy to obtain, but high-grade elixirs are much more difficult.
In the journey of cultivation, it is more difficult to break through in the later stages, and the same is true for elixirs. Middle-grade elixirs are already popular, and top-grade elixirs are indeed rare. As for the legendary top-grade elixirs, let alone eating them, no one has ever seen them.
There are only a few, which shows that the waters of Hongtu Dashi are much deeper than Feng Jueyu knew.
After staying in Donggufang City for a whole day, although he didn't hear any reliable news, Feng Jueyu still gained something. This gain was a better understanding of the fringe areas at the core of Hongtu Dashi.
In the dead of night, it was originally the best time to practice. However, on Lingjian Island, there was still singing and dancing. The lights in the big and small squares were flashing, as bright as day, and there seemed to be no intention of closing the market. Feng Jueyu felt strange, and when he walked out, he saw that, sure enough,
There are no signs of stall closures in the market. Although there are not as many people as during the day, in the inn in Shaojiazhuang where I live, there are still people flying out of their homes and entering the market in a few flights. However, in the
I walked around inside and flew back with a few bottles in my arms.
What Lingjian Island lacks the most is masters who have been in seclusion for several years or decades. Because when they are practicing, people don’t know what they need, so once they are short of it, they will immediately go to the market to buy it, even if they spend all their possessions
It doesn't matter if your savings are all spent. You can rent a stall from Shaojiazhuang and sell your useless things or barter for the treasures you need.
With such a cycle, there is no reason why one's skills cannot be improved diligently.
Only then did Feng Jueyu realize the importance of the existence of Spirit Sword Island. It could greatly meet all the monks' needs for cultivation. Except for killing and fighting, anything could be exchanged and obtained anytime and anywhere.
I don’t know if this is the case in the core area?
Full of novelties, Feng Jueyu couldn't sleep at night. Master He's words were all in his mind. He walked to the entrance unknowingly, glanced over, and saw the stall that caused a stir during the day. At this time, the stall was empty.
I thought the stall owner had already closed the stall, but Killer Feng had an idea.
This person knew what kind of weapon Master Wang Lu was making the Heart-killing Pen, and would he also know about the two-winged scale fish? Thinking of this, he looked around.
There is no shortage of disciples to maintain law and order in the market. These disciples are from Shaojiazhuang. Feng Jueyu found a young man in his twenties, walked over and asked, "Have you seen anyone setting up a stall here during the day?
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The young man glanced in the direction of his finger, not to mention that he really knew that person. The young man said: "Oh, you said Senior Yu, he lives in the inn, but I don't know if he is there now.
Yes, you can go to the inn and ask."
"Thank you." Feng Jueyu was overjoyed when he heard this and returned to the inn with a trace of luck.
Of course, he couldn't look for him in caves one by one. He could only hope that the man would show up in several restaurants without being sleepy, and spend the day drinking and drinking with the chalcedony he had acquired during the day.
In fact, the probability of this is extremely low. Only monks who do not strive for progress and have no future will give up on themselves and choose to numb themselves with wine and sex in order to comfort themselves.
After walking around several restaurants, he did not find the stall owner he had seen during the day. Although he had expected that the chance was low, Feng Jueyu still couldn't help but feel sad. From this point of view, he wanted to find out the whereabouts of the two-winged scale fish.
I'm afraid we have to start with the master named He.
It was late at night, and Feng Jueyu didn't plan to stay in the restaurant anymore, and was going back to the inn to rest. However, when he was just about to leave, he saw several people standing up in the last restaurant.
When he entered the restaurant earlier, his attention had been looking for the stall owner during the day, and he did not pay attention to the noise in the restaurant. These few stood up and did not attract the attention of other drinkers, but they walked out in a hurry, Kuai Feng
Jueyu walked out of the restaurant in one step, and the person at the back accidentally bumped into him.
Feng Jueyu frowned, and the man seemed to be aware of his recklessness and said, "I'm sorry."
Then he left in a hurry.
Thinking that these people had something important to do, Feng Jueyu didn't take it to heart. It didn't matter at first, but then, two more people left in a hurry. Coincidentally, after they left, they went in the direction of the three people who left earlier.
's orientation.
Then, the lone monks left one after another, and some of them chose to walk out of the restaurant while whispering to each other. After a while, there were five or six empty tables in the restaurant. What puzzled Feng Jueyu the most was that these guys left in the same direction.
"Did something happen?"
Feng Jueyu's heart moved, and he thought that there was nothing wrong with him, so he might as well follow him and take a look.
Thinking of this, he also left the restaurant, straightened up and followed those people from a distance.
He didn't know the destination of these people. He only knew that under the cover of the moonlit night, these people were moving faster and faster. When they were about to leave Shaojiafang City, they chose to fly brazenly.
Those monks with companions are just that, but there are many lone monks among them. It is late at night. You must know that the great world is in danger and is not peaceful. It is really a bit strange for so many people to leave in the same direction in the middle of the night regardless of danger.
Strangely, the more Feng Jueyu thought about it, the more something was wrong, so he had to speed up to keep up.
About three hours later, he followed the others to a small island. This was an unnamed island far away from Shaojiafang City. The island was not big, but it was overgrown with thorns. It was still dark and shrouded in dark fog.
The small island has a spooky feel.
Those people flew down one after another when they arrived at the island, and immediately plunged into the woods full of thorns and wild trees and disappeared. Feng Jueyu thought for a moment and decided to go to the island to take a closer look. However, he was not that reckless, and
He turned around and flew back until no one saw him, then he dived into the sea, used Water Escape to return to the island, put on the Earth Escape Technique, and quietly searched for traces of those people.
Although the island is not big, the terrain is extremely complex. The mountains are not high and dangerous, and the pools are not deep. There are jagged rocks everywhere, and there are countless valleys with interconnected valley bottoms. Once inside, it is easy to get lost.
It is completely different from the formation. The magic of nature's creation is definitely not comparable to that of a monk. If you are not familiar with the terrain and waste time, you can easily get trapped here. What's more interesting is that the plants on this island seem to emit
A thick mist blocked out the spiritual consciousness. At least up to this point, even the monks that Feng Jueyu had seen before could not detect it.
He still doesn't believe in evil and amplifies his spiritual consciousness. Normally, his hearing, which is several miles off, is no longer useful here.
In desperation, Feng Jueyu could only choose to act cautiously. He emerged from the ground and slowly looked for it under the cover of woods and thorns. As time went by, the sky gradually became brighter, the light was no longer dim, and the field of vision began to broaden.
, however, the fog on this small island is very strange. The brighter the sky becomes, the thicker the fog becomes. If you look closely, you will see that there are some sparks floating around in the fog on the island, which are as light as dust.
Mars is extremely terrifying. When it encounters the power of divine consciousness, it will burn and then turn into more sparks to cut off the power of divine consciousness.
The Feng Da Killer, who felt more and more bizarre, paused, took a deep breath, and was suddenly shocked. It turned out that he had seen it wrong. The fog on the island was not fog, but a terrible volcanic ash and smoke, steaming away.
It rises continuously, and as the sky gets brighter, the surrounding temperature continues to increase.
"ah……"
Just when Feng Jueyu felt strange about the island's environment, a sharp scream came from the front. The Feng Da Killer, who had already collapsed into a string, was shocked, and he quickly gathered his breath and stopped.
, and quickly escaped into the ground, following the direction from which the sound came.
About a hundred meters away, a slightly familiar voice came over: "Humph, you are following me without even looking at where this place is?"
"This is...Master He?"
Hearing the memory of this not-so-distant voice, Feng Jueyu perked up.