I, started my cultivation by picking up the immortal skills

Zhu Yun walked quickly. Both Futang and Dange said that there would be no missions in the near future, so he did not stay any longer and rushed towards the mountain gate.

"Brother Zhu, are you going down the mountain?"

Mo Xingpeng greeted him with a smile.

"Well, I've been out for a long time this time. Is it okay?"

Zhu Yun did not stop, but just slowed down.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Mo Xingpeng patted his chest to assure, and then lowered his voice and said: "Brother Zhu, is there any news you need to inquire about?"

Recently, more other disciples have gone down the mountain, and they have gained a lot, which makes him a little jealous.

But he can't go out, so he can only stay here.

Relying on the salary given to him by the sect, how can it be enough for cultivation?

He can only take the initiative to ask Zhu Yun, hoping to get some rewards from Zhu Yun.

Zhu Yun thought that he would be the first person he met when he returned to the sect, so he simply said, "Brother Mo, there is nothing to ask, but the elders seem to have been practicing hard over the past year. Why don't you help me keep an eye on what level of foundation building the elders are at?"

Mo Xingpeng's face froze. It was not a problem to ask about fellow disciples.

But if he asked about the foundation building stage, what if the elders were not easy to talk to and could beat him like a dog with a slap? Isn't this too risky?

Zhu Yun observed his expression and took out a bottle of Qi-combining pills and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "Brother Mo, you know."

With that, he left without looking back.

Mo Xingpeng looked down and his eyes showed a hint of heat.

It was just asking about the realm casually, it should be...no big deal, right?

Zhu Yun came to the town at the foot of the mountain, found a mortal post station, bought a horse with scattered silver, and headed south.

Although he was faster after using the spiritual power of the Changsheng Jue.

But he was not ambiguous when it came to consuming spiritual power.

Riding a horse is a bit slow, but it is better at endurance.

Problems that can be solved with gold and silver are not problems at all.

When one horse is tired, just change to another one.

Yunzhou is located on the southeast coast. Zhu Yun remembered reading in the "Yunzhou Chronicles" that before the war between the righteous and the evil, Yunzhou mainly relied on the sea to develop, so that it could be as beautiful as Yaozhou.

The sea is rich in resources. The farther away from the land, the less people there are on some deserted islands. Naturally, there are more natural treasures.

Some cultivators rely on going out to sea to find treasures, either for their own use or in exchange for spiritual stones.

In short, the population is prosperous, and the scale is several times larger than the market that Zhu Yun went to before.

The market that Zhu Yun went to this time was directly on the coast.

Zhu Yun galloped all the way until dark. He had traveled two hundred miles. The horse snorted and was indeed a little tired. Zhu Yun fed it some water and hay.

He did not encounter any mortal posthouses on the road, so he could not change horses.

Although he was a little anxious, he was not in a hurry.

He tied the horse to a tree and observed the surrounding environment.

There was a low hill on the west side. The grass and trees were not lush, but they were undulating. After seeing that there was no one around, Zhu Yun found a place to enter the Dayu Glass Mirror.

According to his usual habit, he practiced in it for about twelve hours. When he came out, it was not yet light.

But according to the time, it was almost time.

The horse rested for a while, ate and drank enough, and slept enough. Naturally, it was full of energy at this time.

Zhu Yun rode on it and galloped all the way again.

When it was dawn, he finally saw people on the road, walking towards the south.

Sometimes they walked alone, and sometimes in groups of three or five.

Seeing that they were all dressed as monks, Zhu Yun perked up a bit.

However, Zhu Yun on horseback was unique and particularly eye-catching.

Generally speaking, monks rarely ride horses when traveling.

Those with strength can naturally fly with flying tools.

For those with weak strength, the sound of horse hooves on horses is easy to attract attention.

If the situation is critical, it will also expose the whereabouts.

Moreover, the speed of the horse is not as fast as the speed of flying tools.

It is of no use at all.

So in the eyes of the people on the road, Zhu Yun is just a fledgling Qi-refining boy.

And judging from where he is going, he is probably going to the market.

This... is simply courting death!

Zhu Yun didn't know what these people were thinking. When it was completely bright, he had appeared on a low hill.

Looking down from a high vantage point, he seemed to see a market with buildings standing sideways and scattered in an orderly manner!

It was even more prosperous than the town at the foot of the Lingjian Sect!

The roads between the market were paved with bluestone slabs.

People were coming in and out of the shops on both sides from time to time, making preparations before opening.

Some people were walking back and forth.

They found a suitable place, sat down casually, spread a piece of cloth, or propped up a wooden table, and put some things on it, and then they set up a stall.

Looking further away, large and small ships were approaching the coast.

A gust of salty wind blew from time to time, which made Zhu Yun feel that his horizons were also broadened.

Counting the actual time, he had practiced for five years or more, no more and no less.

But in terms of knowledge, he might not be as good as the ordinary sixth-level Qi Refining disciples in the sect.

Zhu Yun looked for a while and saw that there seemed to be no traces of mortals walking in the market. After thinking for a while, he tied the horse to a tree, and then walked quickly towards the market along the stone road on the slope.

The market was surrounded by a low earth wall, and even he could easily cross it.

However, Zhu Yun saw that many people went through the main gate, so he followed the local customs and walked to the door.

A middle-aged cultivator who looked about thirty years old raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to Zhu Yun.

Zhu Yun was puzzled and said, "My fellow Taoist, I am new here, I wonder...what are the rules for entering?"

"One spirit stone, the owner will protect you."

The cultivator said lightly.

Zhu Yun suddenly realized that this was just like what he had read in the book, the entrance fee of some sects that controlled the city!

Fortunately, he still had a few spirit stones on him. At that time, he gave most of them to Chen Hua for cultivation, and kept a little for himself in case of emergency.

Now it is really used.

Zhu Yun took out a piece and handed it over. After the cultivator took it, he said, "In the market, flying, fighting, and spiritual detection are prohibited. If there is a violation, the minor one will be expelled, and the serious one will be killed!"

After that, the cultivator suddenly opened his eyes, and Zhu Yun felt that the gatekeeper cultivator was not much less imposing than Lin Zhengyang!

In astonishment, he suddenly laughed out loud: "How can a little kid like you who is in Qi Refining have spiritual consciousness?"

Zhu Yun was stunned. He didn't know that there was no spiritual consciousness in the Qi Refining stage, but it was impossible for him to ask the gatekeeper at this time. At the same time, he knew in his heart that it must be because he practiced the "Five Elements Chaos Sutra".

"Thank you for your reminder, senior!"

Zhu Yun thanked him respectfully and then entered the market.

At this time, the market was almost open, but there were still few people on the street, and some waiters were free to attract customers.

"Little Taoist friend, do you want to buy spiritual medicine? They are all fresh goods from the sea!"

"Little Taoist friend, do you want magic tools? They are all good things of low-grade and high-grade!"

"Little Taoist friend, you are only in the Qi Refining stage, of course it is better to buy some talismans for self-defense!"

"..."

Zhu Yun was shorter than the other cultivators, so he naturally attracted attention. Those waiters naturally shouted to Zhu Yun.

Of course, they thought that Zhu Yun was young and looked easy to deceive.

Those who can come to this market must have some spiritual stones on them.

He came alone, so who else could he cheat?

However, Zhu Yun was not in a hurry to go in. He just nodded and smiled at the solicitation of the waiters.

He still understood the principle of shopping around.

The main thing was that he needed to sell some things first.

In such a place, he didn't have much to sell.

He thought about why Fu Tairan suddenly wanted to go to Lingjian Sect with him, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was the problem caused by the talisman.

Fu Tairan specializes in the talisman business, and it would be the same in that small market.

What about the people here?

So he didn't plan to sell this elementary talisman at all.

If he wanted to sell, he would sell ordinary fire bird talismans, or rely on a large number of elementary pills!

But there were not many fire bird talismans, and the intermediate talisman materials he bought at that time were only enough for him to make more than a hundred.

In total, more than ten super-strong firebird talismans and fifty ordinary firebird talismans were made, and the remaining blank talisman paper was kept for backup and not crossed out.

However, the main purpose of this trip was to buy a small alchemy furnace.

Zhu Yun did not think for long and immediately decided. After noticing some shops that sell elixirs on the street, he found a shop called Baidan Pavilion and walked in!

The waiter smiled and asked, "Little Taoist friend, do you want to practice elixirs? My Baidan Pavilion has the most complete variety of elixirs in this market!"

Zhu Yun smiled slightly and said, "My fellow Taoist, I want to sell some elixirs first and then buy them. How about it?"

Hearing this, the waiter's face suddenly sank and said, "Little Taoist friend, are you here to make trouble? What good elixirs can a mere Qi-refining kid sell?"

Zhu Yun was not angry. He had been reminded by the gatekeeper monk. He knew that fighting was prohibited in this market, so he just changed a porcelain bottle by himself.

"I sell Heqi Pills!"

"Hahaha," Hearing that it was Heqi Pills, the waiter laughed out loud and said disdainfully: "There are at least 8,000 of these pills in my store! We are not out of stock now, you can sell them to other people!"

As he said that, he was about to drive Zhu Yun out.

At this time, Zhu Yun was pouring a pill into his palm, thinking that he had miscalculated this time. The other party had so many Heqi Pills. Even if he sold them, he couldn't get the price he wanted!

When he was about to put the pill back into the porcelain bottle, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed Zhu Yun's wrist!

"Little boy, your pill...how about letting me take a look?"