Chapter 21 Qinglinfang City (please vote for me)


    early morning.


    The mist is hazy.


    Qinglinfang City is located on a green mountain peak, surrounded by giant green trees.


    The mountain peaks are shrouded in thick fog, making it difficult to see some of them. However, there are rows of shacks at the foot of the mountains. Most of them are made of local materials and made of thick giant trees. They appear to be very narrow and closed. There are no ditches at the door, and sewage flows freely across the road.


    "Is this Qinglinfang City? It''s better to be famous than to meet in person..."


    Fang Xing was dressed in a green robe, with a bun on his head and a basket on his back. His face had been disguised for a long time. He was a young man with simple and honest features. He looked no different from the locals.


    At this moment, he sighed and secretly controlled a simulated oriole from the sky to fall down and get into the basket.


    He had worked very hard for today''s exploration.


    He had planned many escape routes, and he wore a primary nano protective suit under his robe, with an electric baton on his waist, so he was fully armed.


    Not only that, there were simulated bird-shaped drones on the way here all the time, constantly monitoring the movements around him, which had already allowed him to avoid several groups of guys who were not easy to mess with at first sight.


    "Is this Xiuxianfang City or a slum?"


    After entering the shantytown, the first thing that greeted him was an unpleasant stench, which made Fang Xing couldn''t help but fan the air in front of his nose.


    The road is muddy, overgrown with weeds, and occasionally a white skeleton is exposed...


    It looks like a human thigh bone.


    "I''ll go..."


    Fang Xing looked at the corner in front of him. There seemed to be a fresh corpse lying there. He didn''t know who killed it. The body had been stripped clean.


    A few passers-by looked in a hurry on the road, and occasionally you could see the cracks in the boards and the eyes peeking behind the windows.


    Everyone seems to be accustomed to corpses.


    ‘Chaos, disorder…death is possible at any time? ’


    ‘Surviving in this environment must be very stressful! ’


    Fang Xing complained secretly, and then his eyes narrowed.


    A tall, thin middle-aged man walked in front of him. He was wearing a gray robe and had a cold and gloomy expression.


    What''s more important is that the gray robe on the opponent''s body seems to be flickering with wisps of spiritual light as he walks!


    "Robes? Monk?"


    Fang Xing''s heart moved, and he quickly followed the example of several nearby warriors, standing aside and clearing the road in the middle.


    A few warriors even bowed deeply and saluted, with humble and flattering smiles on their faces.


    Everything was so natural, as if it was a custom.


    ''Etiquette respects inferiority, the weak eats the strong...''


    ‘If I don’t give way and salute, will I be killed? Is my death in vain? ’


    With a heavy heart, Fang Xing walked out of the shanty town and headed up.


    The paths in the mountains are paved with bluestone slabs, and some are covered with moss, which gives them a unique scenery.


    After reaching the halfway point of the mountain, a large number of buildings can be vaguely seen, which look much neater. The ground is paved with stone slabs and is relatively clean.


    Several warriors were sweeping nearby, some carrying barrels, like servants.


    After walking a few dozen meters, Fang Xing saw an archway with the four characters "Qinglinfang City" written on it.


    After entering Fangshi, the flow of people has obviously increased. There are various vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the road, and the products are also all kinds of strange.


    Exotic flowers and plants, fruits and vegetables stained with morning dew, skins and bones of beasts, rice with white flowers...


    Of course, there are also all kinds of strange weapons, weird talismans, and bottles and jars...


    Many people were in front of the stalls, watching intently or bargaining.


    Fang Xing watched with cold eyes and generally confirmed that most of the transactions here were barter. In addition, the most used thing was a thing called ''spiritual sand'', which was the rice crystal in his hand.


    In addition to stalls, there are many shops in the market.


    Qingdanfang, Baibao Pavilion, Huolianfang, Xiaofutang, Tingyu Tower...


    Some of them know what they sell just from the name of the store, while others require continuous guessing.


    Fang Xing paused for a moment in front of Tingyu Tower, and he heard the sound of Mi Mi in his ears, and he immediately knew where it was.


    "This little brother, are you here to play? I only need one spiritual stone at a time!"


    Maybe he stayed for a long time, and there was a young lady with half-breasted **** waving to her, her eyes were almost stringy, and she was so charming.


    ‘Spiritual stone? It seems to be the upper currency of Lingsha? ’


    Fang Xing''s heart moved, but his face pretended to be slightly red, and he left shyly, eliciting a burst of laughter from behind.


    Half an hour later.


    "How to sell this ''Zhulongcao''?"


    After walking around for a while, Fang Xing stopped in front of a stall and pointed to an herb that was as red as jade and had thick leaves.


    The stall owner was an old man with a farmer''s name. He was smoking a brass pot, and wisps of green smoke came out of the pot.


    Hearing Fang Xing''s question, the old man was not in a hurry. He took another puff, and then calmly knocked the pot of the pipe on the bluestone next to him.


    There was a dent in the bluestone slab. I don''t know how long the old man had been knocking it habitually.


    "Two pieces of Vermillion Dragon Grass are used for one spiritual sand plant... But if you want to sell it to me, you only have one spiritual sand plant for one plant."


    The old man spoke slowly. "How do you know?"


    Fang Xing''s heart moved, and his face was a little flustered, like a young man who was new to the world.


    "Hehe..." the old man smiled proudly: "I can smell the medicinal smell in your basket even from a distance of ten feet. Is it Zhulongcao? If you want to sell it at a high price, you should ask around first..."


    "You are really... sharp-eyed."


    Fang Xing smiled honestly.


    He had made a lot of preparations for this trip to Fangshi, and the main supplies were ‘Zhulong Grass’!


    After all, there are quite a lot of these herbs in the territory of that wild boar monster.


    Using drones to pick is actually not very risky.


    This time, Fang Xing carried twenty pieces of fresh red dragon grass and prepared to take a look at the market.


    "To tell you the truth, Zhulongcao is only useful to Qi-training monks...We warriors can only earn hard money, but the purchase price in the market has gone up recently. Otherwise, normally, you can exchange two or three for one spiritual sand! "


    The old man didn''t have much business, so he had a leisurely look and casually chatted with Fang Xing: "Young boy... I won''t fool you. Even if you take your red dragon grass to the store, it will still be the same price, but I can give you a discount. I can give you ten plants." Eleven pieces of spiritual sand..."


    "How can I have so many? These few plants were all obtained through hard work."


    Fang Xing shook his head, with a hesitant look on his face: "I''ll take a look..."


    He didn''t say much, turned around and blended into the crowd.


    "The bottom line of people in this world is so low, I really can''t believe it..."


    "In comparison, at least the store''s reputation will be higher than that of an individual..."


    "My little profit shouldn''t be worth the store turning against me and destroying my own sign...but that''s not necessarily true for me personally."


    After comprehensive consideration, Fang Xing was prepared to go to the store to trade even if the purchase price was lower.


    "Selling talismans, freshly painted talismans...wind-controlling talisman, fire-rain talisman, golden bell talisman, spirit-detecting talisman...everyone comes and takes a look."


    At this time, Fang Xing was attracted by another shout and came to a stall, his expression shuddering.


    The owner of the stall looks middle-aged and wears a robe with an aura of aura. He is actually a monk!


    "The wind control talisman, attached to the leg, makes the wind blow under your feet. It is a must-have when you are on the road...It is sold cheaply. Each piece only costs a piece of spiritual sand..."


    "Fire Rain Talisman, first-order low-grade attack talisman, five pieces of spiritual sand..."


    "The spirit-testing talisman can detect spiritual roots. As we all know, mortals cannot cultivate immortality without spiritual roots. Dragon and Phoenix among you may have tested wrongly when you were young. Today is your second chance. You can change your destiny against the will of heaven. In one fell swoop... you only need eight spiritual talismans. sand!"


    When Fang Xing heard this, he couldn''t help but feel moved in his heart, and looked at the last ''golden bell talisman''.


    This talisman was placed in the middle of the stall, and it was obviously a high-end item.


    "The first-level middle-grade golden bell talisman is enough to withstand several attacks from monks in the middle stage of Qi training, but it is the best among the best. It only sells three spiritual stones. I have lost all my money..."


    Fang Xing had been shopping for so long and already knew that ten pieces of spiritual sand could be exchanged for one low-grade spiritual stone. He immediately felt that what this stall owner said was quite interesting.


    He squeezed out of the crowd, compared among several shops, and finally walked into ''Qingdanfang''!


    The reason why I chose this place is, firstly, because it seems to be an elixir shop and there is definitely a demand for herbal medicine.


    The second is that the green leaf mark on the plaque is exactly the same as the mark on the bottom of the Qi and Blood Pill bottle, which gave Fang Xing a good impression.


    "Sir, may I ask what elixir you need?"


    When he walked into the store, he was greeted by a girl with bright eyes and white teeth.


    Even when he saw that Fang Xing was just an ordinary young warrior, there was no trace of disgust on his face.


    ''Although the service level is ordinary in Eagle Star, in Qinglinfang City, it is too rare...''


    Fang Xing sighed in his heart, and then answered: "I want to sell medicine...will you accept the Zhulongcao?"


    "Of course I collect it, one spiritual sand per plant. I wonder how many guests there are?"


    The girl was startled and immediately answered.


    "That''s all..."


    Fang Xing took off the basket on his back and took out twenty pieces of Vermillion Dragon Grass.


    "Well, it''s freshly picked. Although the technique is a bit rusty, the medicinal properties are generally intact... There are twenty pieces of spiritual sand in total. What do the guests think?"


    The girl inspected them one by one and gave a quotation.


    "Can!"


    Fang Xing cherished the word like gold, and immediately saw the girl put away the Vermillion Dragon Grass and took out two more crystal stones.


    "Low grade spiritual stone?"


    His eyes lit up, he took the spirit stone and put it in his hand.


    I saw that this low-grade spiritual stone was only the size of a fingernail, and it was crystal clear. The mist inside was thicker, and it felt cool when held in the palm of my hand.


    "I wonder what else the customer needs?" The girl seemed to want to make another deal.


    "Qi and Blood Pill..."


    Fang Xing thought for a while and asked tentatively: "I wonder how much the price is?"


    "The Qi and Blood Pill is for mortal warriors. It''s very cheap. It only costs one spiritual stone per bottle." The girl replied with a chuckle. Although her tone was still the same as before, she naturally had a sense of superiority.


    "Have a bottle!"


    Fang Xing handed over the spirit stone that he had just received and had not yet warmed up, and bought a jade bottle that was exactly the same as that captured by the female warrior.


    After walking out of Qingdanfang, he looked at the stall, and thoughtfully entered another building, which was the ''Little Futang''.


    (End of chapter)