The direction that Langya and the others were walking was on the outskirts of Qinghu Town. Compared with the tall and beautiful buildings in the town, the buildings here were much simpler and shorter. It seemed that most of the cultivators were concentrated in the town, and
If mortals want to set up stalls, they can only do so on the outside.
After walking for a while, the street branched off, and Wang Chen followed Langya and walked in.
It looks like a market here, but the decoration is very simple. There are only two connected awnings on the left and right to provide shade from the sun and rain.
Apart from that, there was nothing else, and looking around, there were many stalls on both sides of the street selling a piece of animal skin and various forest products, sitting on the ground and setting up their stalls.
Standing at the entrance of the passage was a cultivator, who looked like a second-level spiritual practitioner and was wearing a blue robe.
Seeing Wang Chen and others walking over with big bags on their backs, they twitched their mustaches and said arrogantly: "One stall, one low-grade spiritual stone."
Langmu stepped forward respectfully, took out a cloth bag, took out a gray spirit stone and handed it over. The cultivator reached out and took it, looking at several people, obviously dissatisfied that only four people bought a stall.
, snorted and said:
"Isn't it appropriate for the four of you to just rent this stall?"
The faces of Langmu and others suddenly became ugly. What he was most worried about was that people from the market would make things difficult for him. If he paid more for a stall, he would sell all the forest products today and he would not be able to get his money back.
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"Is it illegal?"
At this time, a message suddenly sounded in the mustache cultivator's mind, and his heart froze, but he saw Wang Chen looking at him.
Sound transmission is the symbol of the fourth level of Qi Condensation. In the world of cultivation, a place where cultivation is the most respected, although Wang Chen is much younger than him, if he had to count, he would still call Wang Chen senior.
Quickly scanning the faces of the four people, the mustache cultivator suddenly smiled. Although he didn't understand why Wang Chen wanted to mix with mortals, he directly changed the subject and said:
"I think the stall over there is bigger, and it's just right for a crowd like yours." He said, pointing to one of the stalls with a good location.
Langmu immediately thanked him profusely. Several people spotted an open space not far away, carried a large bundle on their backs, and quickly walked over. They placed the bundle on the ground and spread it out, revealing the animal skins, teeth, etc.
Bits and pieces, and a few wooden boxes.
Wang Chen took a look and found that although he didn't recognize the goods, they didn't look like they had much aura, so he lost interest. He took advantage of the three Langya people to prepare the stalls and said to the three of them:
"Uncle Langmu, Brother Langya, I want to take a look around and take a stroll."
Lang Ya understood Wang Chen's intention to leave, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, then said: "Little brother, please remember to walk around, but don't go into the inner town. There are many immortals there, like us."
Mortals can't just go in."
The three of them met Wang Chen by chance, so naturally they would not restrict Wang Chen's freedom, but they gave them friendly reminders.
"I'm going too!"
On the contrary, when Wolf Spirit heard that Wang Chen wanted to look around, he became interested and excitedly wanted to take action with Wang Chen.
Wang Chen didn't think there was anything wrong, but he was firmly stopped by Lang Mu.
After saying goodbye to each other, Wang Chen said goodbye to a few people and walked out of Fangshi.
"I'm going!" Wolf Ling said angrily as he looked at Wang Chen's back.
"What do you know, this little brother... is not an ordinary person." Lang Mu watched Wang Chen disappear at the street corner and scolded Lang Ling in a low voice.
"Are you saying that he might be an immortal?" Lang Ya also noticed something strange.
Looking around, Langmu lowered his voice and said, "Why else do you think that immortal is so enthusiastic about us all of a sudden?"
"Immortal?" When he said this, he was slightly stunned. As if he had made some decision, he stood up and chased after Wang Chen and pulled Wang Chen aside.
He took out a magatama-like object covered with black rust from his pocket, and Langmu quietly stuffed it into Wang Chen's hand.
Little brother, I accidentally discovered this thing in the mountains. I originally thought it was something with fairy spirit. Unfortunately, no one took notice of it after setting it up several times. But I always feel that this thing is extraordinary and there is no use keeping it anyway.
I'll give it to you. If it's of no use to you, just throw it away. After saying this, Langmu wanted to pat Wang Chen on the shoulder, but felt a little reserved, so he smiled awkwardly, turned around and walked back.
Wang Chen thanked him and put the thing into the storage ring with a complicated expression.
"The severed finger soaked in ghost energy has a subtle connection with the exploration and inheritance of the hidden world. Holding this object can obtain the next clue. If you throw it away, the clue will be interrupted and cannot be recovered. The strength of the opportunity: great."
All things in the world are like floating on the river of time, rotating and undulating. This opportunity of inheritance in the hidden world was originally discovered by Langmu first. However, just because he took one more look at Wang Chen in the crowd, the opportunity was cut off.
It has to be said that this actually coincides with a choice. He chose to give up. As a mortal, Langmu was indeed unable to obtain this opportunity. Similarly, Wang Chen could also throw away the severed finger, thus interrupting the opportunity.
But naturally he would not discard the clue that came to his door. If God gives it to him, he will take it. If he does not take it, there will be retribution.
"It's just that this thing is a bit disgusting. It seems that I need to prepare some ghost-killing charms or something, or find a mountain gate like Longhu Mountain to learn it?"
Judging from the situation of the Dao Fruit's arrival at the beginning, he has only obtained two clues now, and there is still a long way to go before the full picture of the final opportunity. So Wang Chen stopped his random thoughts and headed towards the gathering place of cultivators that he came into contact with for the first time.
Went in.
After striding through a few streets, we arrived at the so-called inner town.
Compared with the outer towns where mortals hang out, this place is much more elegant. The bluestone-paved streets are clean and tidy, especially the width of the streets, which is almost twice that of the outer towns. The buildings are even more antique, far from the gray ones in the outer towns.
The bungalows in Pupu are comparable.
Most of the passers-by around here are cultivators, and the mortals you see occasionally seem to be slaves of cultivators.
The young female cultivators wearing sect costumes are as gorgeous as peach plums, but they walk around like ordinary people, buying things like rouge, gouache, and sometimes covering their mouths and smiling softly. Every time they move, their long skirts
A pair of beautifully decorated embroidered shoes were revealed underneath, which made Wang Chen take a few more glances.
Huangpo Village has never seen such beautiful and elegant clothing.
While he was looking around with interest, he saw a commotion among the crowd in the distance. The various cultivators in the middle of the street consciously stood aside and gave way to the main road of the street.
Looking from afar, he saw an eight-stage sedan slowly moving towards the far side of the street. Two beautiful maids stood on both sides of the sedan. What made Wang Chen's pupils shrink was that the bearers carrying the sedan at the four corners were actually cultivators.
!
The immortal in the eyes of mortals was carrying the sedan like a strong man selling his strength among mortals, which made Wang Chen a little uncomfortable.
"It's the wife of the leader of the Baihua Gang."
"What a grand display."
There happened to be two female cultivators beside them who were chatting in low voices, their words filled with envy.
"Baihua Gang?"
Wang Chen's heart moved, and he vaguely caught something. He thought of the reason why several people from the Jiangnan Gang were sent here, and couldn't help but sneer.