The arrival of the monks from the Utensil Gate heralded the end of disorder in the shanty town and the return of order.
Some people laughed and some cried.
Some are happy, some are sad.
Some people took advantage of the chaos and gained huge wealth.
Some people took advantage of the chaos to rob and died on the streets.
Of course, there were many casual cultivators who did not participate. They were the most innocent ones. Just because they were weak, the rogue cultivators broke in through the door and died.
Chen Li stood at the door, quietly listening to the laughter and laughter coming from outside from time to time, feeling that he was out of place here.
This place felt to him like those chaotic areas in Black Africa where warlords are everywhere. Everyone is warlike and has a kind of restlessness in their bones. However, everyone has rich killing skills and studies and practices diligently every day.
"It is a sin to be weak. Survival in this world is not easy!"
He turned around and closed the door, bolted it, drank a few mouthfuls of salt, then picked up the sword and started practicing.
He has been delayed all day.
…
late at night.
Chen Li, who was practicing his sword, suddenly heard movement next door.
He couldn't help but stop.
After thinking about it, I put on my clothes and quickly opened the door.
They saw Zhou Hong preparing to enter the house, with mud and blood stains all over her body, face and feet.
"Why are you in such a mess, where is Fellow Taoist Gao?" Although Chen Li had some guesses in his mind, he still couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Hong was silent for a moment, then turned around and said blankly: "Dead and buried! Is something wrong with you?"
A haggard look on his face.
"Uh! No, please forgive me." Chen Li didn't know what to say for a moment.
…
Chen Li closed the door.
"He's actually dead!"
He still clearly remembered what Gao Bo said when he walked towards the crowd last night:
"Maybe this is the only chance I have in my life, and it's my only chance. I don't want to give up..."
It's a pity that he can't empathize with it.
Although he didn't know what kind of opportunity this was, he would not gamble with his life no matter what chance he had to change his destiny.
After all... no matter how poor he was, he would have thought about robbing a bank.
Chen Li shook his head, picked up the sword and continued to practice. His swordsmanship was about to advance again.
…
The next day, Chen Li got up early.
The door next door was still closed. He took a look and walked towards Fangshi.
He was going to check out the current situation in the market and sell the 'evil amulets' he had accumulated during this period.
The corpses on the road have long since disappeared, only the black stains of blood are still there.
It wasn't until he arrived in Fangshi that Chen Li realized that the killings in the shantytowns were just "security incidents" and that this was the real battlefield.
There are traces of war everywhere here.
In the dilapidated buildings, bloodstains can be seen everywhere, and occasionally even blackened minced meat can be seen.
However, this does not affect the liveliness of the market at all.
The number of monks who came today was more than double the usual number. In just one night, everyone seemed to have returned to before, as if last night's war and last night's killing had never happened at all.
Empty booth?
There are no empty stalls for a long time.
A large number of items that were robbed last night are being sold at low prices. The whole market is in a hustle and bustle, with hawking sounds coming and going, as if it is a festival.
Chen Li was somewhat glad that he carried the middle-grade spiritual stone with him.
It is estimated that such an opportunity will be rare in the future.
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"This sword is not a magical weapon, but it actually wants a medium-grade spiritual stone? It's a money grab!" Chen Li bargained at a stall.
"Although this sword is not a magic weapon, it is still the embryo of a magic weapon. The black iron material weighing more than 20 kilograms, the normal price is more than one medium-grade spiritual stone." The stall owner said.
"You also know that this is the normal price. How can the price sold today be normal? And your sword is not easy to sell. Who in the ordinary cultivator would spend so much money to buy a magical weapon embryo, and they don't know how to refine it.
Unless you sell it to the artifact sect, the sect specializes in refining weapons, but at this price, I’m afraid it’s only worth fifty low-grade spiritual stones at most.”
"Then tell me a price."
"The price is sixty low-grade spiritual stones. I guarantee that no one except me will buy a magic weapon embryo."
"It's too low. Everyone, take a step back, eighty!"
"Forget it then." Chen Li turned around and prepared to leave.
One step, two steps, three steps...
"Come back, come back... But this price is really too low, please add more!" the stall owner said helplessly.
"It's only sixty, fixed price."
"Okay, sixty will be sixty."
Chen Li slightly reluctantly handed over the middle-grade spiritual stone: "Can you find it? It's no problem to exchange one medium-grade spiritual stone for one hundred and two lower-grade spiritual stones."
"Oh, don't worry, we really lost a lot today."
Chen Li stuffed the recovered spirit stones into his purse and placed them close to his chest.
He tried the sword in his hand and liked it more and more.
At more than 20 kilograms, it feels a little heavy, but it's still handy.
What's more, his strength is still improving, and it won't be long before he can perfectly adapt to this kind of weight.
What he is using now is just an ordinary mortal sword. Not only is it light in weight, but the blade is also a bit soft, which is not suitable for Chen Li's swordsmanship that pursues ultimate power and speed.
Every time he practiced, he felt that the sword was too floating. When the sword was thrust out with full strength, the entire sword body would swing violently, which greatly affected the accuracy.
Unexpectedly, after shopping around today, I actually bought such a tough sword. The key is the magical weapon embryo.
Totally great value for money.
Next, Chen Li continued to stroll around Fangshi for a while.
Almost everything on the stall today was on sale, and some were even discounted. When he saw some great value items, Chen Li couldn't help but want to buy them, but he hesitated again and again, thinking that it was not necessary and had to be sold, so he
And I held it back forcefully.
I really can't bear to spend any more spiritual stones that are already running low.
After buying the sword, he only had 45 spiritual stones left on hand. With his increasing appetite, he would soon be unable to make ends meet, and he might have to use his savings to pay for it.
…
After returning from Fangshi, Chen Li hesitated and knocked on the door next door.
The other party's mental state last night made him a little worried.
After a long time, the door opened.
Zhou Hong's clothes are thin, her hair is unkempt, her eyes are as swollen as peaches, and she has no image at all.
"Are you OK?"
"What can I do?" She sighed, her eyes were red, and she babbled: "That damn ghost, I told him not to go, I told him not to go, but he went away. He never listened to what I said.
You even ran to the most dangerous places and risked your life just to grab a foundation-building pill. Do you think you deserve it?"
"Perhaps this is the fate of fellow Taoist Gao."
What can an outsider say?
The dead are the greatest.
"Yes, he died a sudden death, not yesterday, but one day. If he dies this time, someone will be able to bury him. It can be regarded as having burned incense for eight lifetimes!"