The morning light was faint, with a hint of darkness.
The peaks in the distance are steep and steep, and the ribbon-like white clouds are misty, with a cold beauty, lingering around the strange peaks, and there are some vague buildings dotted among them, which seem to be hidden and visible, like those gods.
residence.
The area where Fang City is located is located in a mountainous flatland surrounded by mountains.
There is a lingering faint odor in the cool morning air.
Chen Li walked to the muddy road with a 'calm' look on his face, and looked around secretly from the corner of his eyes. The roadside was covered with weeds, and from time to time he could see piles of domestic garbage and indistinguishable excrement from humans and animals.
A large number of self-built huts, short or tall, large or small, are arranged in a messy manner.
We can't say they are antique. These houses can only be said to be residences that barely have living functions. Many of them are built haphazardly and have no aesthetic value at all. Some are rough and shaky, as if they will collapse at any time if the wind blows.
This is not an abandoned and dilapidated house. Looking at the piles of domestic garbage at the door, it is obvious that there are living people living inside.
Chen Li admitted that he was short-sighted. Compared with these "great god" casual cultivators, under the background of his peers, the original owner was actually the more motivated one.
On the road, monks often passed each other, some brushed by, and some raised their hands in greeting. Chen Li was a little nervous at first, his palms were sweaty, and he often couldn't help but want to touch the willow leaf escort.
But after a few times, he felt calm and became more confident.
"Many people here are worse than themselves."
"Sure enough, the self-confidence of mediocre people is often based on comparing themselves to others." Chen Li laughed at himself.
The shantytown is attached to Fangshi, so naturally it is not far from Fangshi. In fact, before leaving the shantytown, the city wall of Fangshi is already in sight. The city wall is not high, about three or four meters, and has various complex formations carved on it.
Fluctuations of spiritual power were faintly heard.
Obviously it is not a city wall in the ordinary sense.
The flow of people had begun to gather. Chen Li took a few glances at the city wall, then followed the crowd and walked towards the gate of Fang City.
Suddenly there was a slight commotion in the crowd.
Chen Li heard the movement and looked up following the gazes of some people. He saw a young monk whizzing over with a dazzling flying sword.
Many people had warm and complicated eyes, and together with Chen Li, they watched the monk fly down to the gate of Fang City in a dashing way.
Chen Li couldn't help but touch his willow leaf dart, and suddenly felt that the precious magic weapon he usually couldn't put down no longer smelled so good.
"I must get a flying sword in my lifetime."
Chen Li swore silently and felt his mind was calm.
To be honest, I don't care about being handsome or not. The main thing is that I can run fast when I encounter danger.
Following the flow of people into the market, Chen Li was not in a hurry to sell. He planned to walk around first to familiarize himself with the environment and prices.
Aside from the crowds of cultivators coming and going, this place felt to him similar to the markets in rural towns and villages in the 1980s and 1990s, with shops and stalls.
There are all kinds of things for sale, and they sell everything.
It's just that most things are recognized by Chen Li. If Chen Li doesn't recognize them, they just look at them as fresh.
He even saw a skinned corpse of an unknown beast that was four meters long from head to tail. The stall owner was waving a knife and dissecting it quickly while shouting and selling it.
Among them, Chen Li saw a few stalls selling talismans, but what they sold were all 'high-end talismans' made of animal skins.
There is no such thing as a musical note.
He had a bad feeling in his heart.
…
"What kind of meat is this?"
"Green-headed tiger meat, the meat is fresh and tender. It was just killed last night. It's still fresh. One tael of gold per pound, how many pounds would you like?"
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"The three-year-old black dew fruit grows in places with spiritual energy. Why don't you get some and try it out?"
"what price?"
"One pound of gold, buy three and get one free."
"Hey, fellow Taoist, if you think it's too expensive, you can make a counter-offer."
…
Chen Li, who was short of money, felt his heart aching and his heart ached, but he had to pretend to be calm and calm on the surface.
He looked at several stalls selling 'ordinary' food. The exaggerated prices here made him jaw-dropping and eye-opening. For slightly better prices, you need to pay for spiritual stones. Gold is almost the cheapest currency here.
Many won't accept it at all.
Chen Li estimated that with the more than ten kilograms of gold on hand, even if it was just for the simplest purpose of filling his stomach, it could only last for half a year at most. Fortunately, it was still acceptable, and at least he would not go hungry in a short time.
He struggled to adapt to the high prices in the world of immortality, but when he found Lingmi Shop, he was shocked again.
Lingmipu has a signboard of Changsheng Sect, and it has almost an exclusive monopoly here.
In fact, after Chen Li walked around, he found that 50% of the shops here were from the Immortality Sect, and the rest were from other forces.
"Shopkeeper, how are you selling your spiritual rice these days?"
The waiter in the store looked at Chen Li covertly, his nostrils turned upward, and his attitude was cold:
"Low-grade spiritual rice and ten kilograms of low-grade spiritual stones are always at this price. They are not sold in bulk."
Chen Li didn't pay attention to the other party's gaze.
Just a secret pain in my heart.
It's so expensive.
I have eaten half of the spiritual stones in the past few days.
"I'll take a look again!"
After hurriedly leaving the Lingmi Shop, Chen Li was no longer ready to shop any more. He went to the Talisman Shop of the Changsheng Sect with anxiety to try to sell the Talisman he carried.
Although the purchase price is undoubtedly much lower than setting up a stall yourself, the advantage is that it saves time and trouble, as long as you make a little profit.
It's a pity that he thought too much, and people simply refused to accept the low-level talismans he drew.
Chen Li had no choice but to follow the example of the casual cultivators and find an open space to set up a stall.
The cleansing charm that I have drawn the most is too embarrassed to be displayed outside, and only the mute and guiding charms are displayed.
However, after standing there for a long time, no one inquired about the price. Most people took one look at it and crossed the stall. Some of them had a bad attitude and deliberately sneered.
Many casual cultivators can draw such low-level talismans, but they are of little use. Who would waste money on these cheap goods?
Chen Li kept waiting until the sun was high in the sky, but no one showed any interest, so he had no choice but to close the stall.
Before leaving, he bought some cheap fruits, vegetables and meat for the next few days, but came back disappointed.
On the way back, Chen Li felt heavy in his heart and thought silently.
"After I become proficient in the guiding talisman, I will start trying the evil-proofing talisman. There are still more than 20 days until next month's rent, so it should still be time."
Although I comforted myself, the heaviness in my heart still lingered.
"Oh, why are these days so difficult? Before time travel, it was not so difficult to pay off the mortgage with half of my salary every month!"
At this moment, Chen Li felt vaguely that someone was watching him. He subconsciously raised his head, but it was the female nun next door.
I couldn't help but feel bad luck in my heart.
He quickly averted his eyes and pretended he didn't see it.
But the female cultivator obviously didn't want to let him go like this.
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Chen, we have changed the taste today. I remember you used to only eat spiritual rice." The female cultivator looked at the food in Chen Li's hand and said hello with a joking look on her face.
What kind of hatred and resentment is this!
What's wrong if I eat this?
Have you eaten your rice?
"Spiritual rice is too expensive. I have no money at all. I have failed to draw talismans one after another. I can only survive these days." Chen Li forced out an awkward smile, but had no choice but to continue to lie down and accept the ridicule.
Just smile, and you won't lose a piece of meat.
After finally getting rid of the entanglement of the female cultivator, Chen Li was sweating all over.
Since time traveling, I seem to have developed social phobia, afraid to talk to people and deal with people.
Chen Li thought about it carefully.
I think the main reason is the lack of security.
The lack of memory, the strange and dangerous world, the neighbors whose good and evil are difficult to distinguish, and the strange "friends" who are suspected of being evil, make him cautious and exhausted every time he interacts with them.
"Why is life so difficult!"
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