Lou Xiaoyi didn't find an informant first, he went to Fangshi first.
How many years has it been since he came to a place like Fangshi? And to be honest, he didn't seem to have been to places like Fangshi very much since the day he practiced swordsmanship. He really took the informality of swordsmanship to its extreme.
The only problem is that when someone writes a biography of him in the future, how will the word count be improved?
But this time, he planned to take a stroll. The Zerg Red Flood Crisis would not be short of half a day, so he could experience life.
After walking all the way, with his state of mind, it was impossible to hide anything special from him, and it was even less likely that there would be something eye-catching. If you really want to find something, you might as well collect it in a large pile yourself. The things he picked up from the ring were all obtained from killing half-immortals in recent years. There were countless good things, but he didn't even bother to look at them!
Many monks have such hobbies. Touching corpses and picking up treasures are the source of happiness in life. They are addicted to it and never stop enjoying it.
Especially the feeling of satisfaction when you work hard to open the other party's ring, inspect each piece, look forward to it, look forward to it, and get excited... How shameful can someone be to have such a mentality? As the ultimate profession in this world, there is a surging heart. The raging heart of picking up rags...
There is always only one supreme realm for monks, which is creation! New avenues, new exercises, new external objects, the most suitable for you, irreplaceable and unique!
This is the real sense of accomplishment! Instead of pinning your hopes on something leaking out from the cracks of other people's fingers!
Not only him, but few of his friends are obsessed with picking up corpses and picking up treasures. Of course, this is also a quality that a major cultivator of their level must possess.
The idea is a bit extreme. In the middle and lower stages of monks, touching corpses is indeed a very effective way to quickly improve oneself.
Walking slowly like this, what he actually experienced was not the treasures here, the specialties of the planets, the product information of the nearby universe... What he recalled was a mood, the green years of the past, the recklessness and childishness of the past.
Those who can come here must be Nascent Soul at the lowest level, otherwise they will not be able to get out of the void. Therefore, the entire city is in order, and everyone is a person with status, status, and hierarchy. There is no noise, no quarrel, and no bargaining. The large open-air market was so quiet, it was like a ghost market.
This may be more in line with their level of realm, but it does lack the smoke and smoke of a well, making it less lifelike, less atmospheric, and less passionate.
Cultivation is originally a boring thing, and the higher you go up, the more it becomes. When you reach the semi-immortal level, there is not even a market dedicated to semi-immortals, because there is no demand and no need! What is bought and sold may be the artistic conception of the great road. How to set up a stall for this thing?
He still saw the things he was interested in. It had nothing to do with the value, but the meaning behind the things.
There is a small area where the items sold are very weird, more like a poultry market? But there is no blood, and there is no slaughter, more like specimens; huge wings, sharp claws, black and white feathers, and other Some weird things, such as things soaked in medicinal wine...
When he came to a stall with a full range of varieties, Lou Xiaoyi curiously picked up a tight-mouthed transparent jade bottle, turned it over and over, and clicked his tongue.
"What effect does this thing have?"
The real gentleman setting up the stall glanced at him, as if he were looking at a country bumpkin from an outside world. He didn't want to answer, but his business was not very good these days, and few people were interested in his goods, so he couldn't afford to pick them up.
"The Whip of the Winged Man can be used as medicine to make elixirs; it can strengthen the essence and Qi, and replenish the Qian Yuan. It can increase lifespan at the right time, strengthen internal solidification, strengthen muscles and activate blood circulation, and improve ears and eyesight."
The Yi people are full of treasures. They can make elixirs and use them as medicine to resist aging! Not to mention more, just dozens of years, which may mean another opportunity for the monks. Do you think it is important or not?"
Lou Xiaoyi just laughed. He is a sophisticated person. He knows what he wants to ask, so he has to take care of other people's business. Just like when you go to a new city and ask for directions at a cigarette stall, why don't you open your mouth without buying a pack of cigarettes?
"Then let's have a set! But it's my first time here, and it's also my first time passing by Qianliexing. There are some things that I still need guidance from fellow Taoists!"
As soon as the true gentleman saw the business coming to his door, he immediately changed his face and became much more enthusiastic.
"It's okay, if you have any questions, just ask. In the past two thousand years on the frontline planet, there are no secrets to keep."
Lou Xiaoyi tested it, "Fellow Taoist, this place is very close to Yi Zhan Tian. If I buy such a set of items, it won't cause any trouble, right? I mean, what if I meet the Wing Man?"
Zhenjun waved his hand, "What trouble could there be? Don't think that because this place is very close to Yi Zhantian, there must be a lot of wing people. This is two different things! As for what trouble there will be if you encounter wing people, do you think you
If you don’t buy these things, you won’t have any trouble? It’s not the same thing!
Wing people, in fact, are not much different from human thinking. They are like a hostile force. If they think you are easy to bully, they will definitely bully you. If they think you are not easy to bully, they will definitely stay away. You
Don’t think of them as wingmen!”
Lou Xiaoyi nodded and accepted the instruction, "Fellow Taoist, I'm a little strange. Since there are very few wingmen here and they are not within the window of the Yizhantian passage, where did these things come from?
I don’t mean anything else. Seeing that these soaked parts are all made recently and are not aged bacon, I’m a little worried..."
Zhenjun smiled and said, "My little friend, it seems that he has just come to Qianlianxing. He is still not clear about the situation here! If nothing happens, I will talk to you!"
Lou Xiaoyi thanked him with a smile, and Zhenjun started chatting. He was not a talker, but seeing that this man was generous and forthright, he wanted to try to get close to him to see if he could do more business.
"The passage between Yi Zhantian and the main world opens every ten thousand years or so. This is a common practice. It will take six or seven thousand years for the next opening. There is no need to worry at first. For most middle and low-level monks, this encounter will happen in their lifetime.
Less than once, this has been true.
But now the general environment has changed! The universe is changing, the celestial phenomena are chaotic, and the era is about to change. What used to be a routine is no longer a routine, and there are always monsters of one kind or another appearing.
For example, this passage opens and closes at first, with no rules at all, and the opening time is not large. It cannot pass too many winged people, and only small groups can pass through. In the same way, humans are heading towards the direction of Yi Zhangtian.
The same is true, just like constipation, it depends on the passage of the sky..."
Lou Xiaoyi laughed, "So the passage is not two-way?"
Zhenjun nodded, "Does this make sense? Sometimes it goes both ways, sometimes humans can get through, sometimes winged people can get over, the changes in the sky are chaotic and unpredictable!
Then these goods of mine are the result of the wingmen who came from Yi Zhantian accidentally bumping into the hands of humans and being killed in a fight, so my friend still looks fresh. After this time, even if you want to buy again,
I’m afraid only the bacon will be left, and the effect will be much worse!”
